Grand Central Slut (Public Sex Erotica)
When Christina is overwhelmed by horniness on a Manhattan-bound train, she must quickly find a way to satisfy her craving. Luckily, she's not the only one on board with sex on the brain... More
When Christina is overwhelmed by horniness on a Manhattan-bound train, she must quickly find a way to satisfy her craving. Luckily, she's not the only one on board with sex on the brain...
M/F, contains masturbation, oral sex, and mild voyeurism
Riding the subway at night always made Christina horny.
It had been her secret since she’d first moved to New York. Back home, there had been no subways, and it was with the greatest thrill that she discovered that the simple act of sitting on one of the crude plastic benches that lined the sides of the subway car produced in her the strangest, most exciting reaction. The first time she’d taken the train back to her apartment after dark, she’d become so turned on she could barely walk.
Tonight she had the car almost entirely to herself. Only two other people remained on this one, a rare occurrence that would have surprised her if she hadn't been so preoccupied with the dull throbbing between her legs. Hunched over at the far end of the car, an old man sat with a cane and a newspaper. A few places down from him, a grumpy-looking woman gnawed at her fingernails. Neither of them seemed to pay Christina any attention.
If they looked at her, would they know what she was thinking? Was it possible they might see it in her face? Her eyes? Could something about her body reveal that she just wanted to be fucked? Back home, if a man looked at Christina when she felt this familiar craving, he knew exactly what she wanted. She always gave in to the perceptive ones. And she gave in anywhere—in the backseats of cars, in hotels, out back of a bar or two, wherever they could be alone long enough to fulfill her.
Of course, she was never really fulfilled. As soon as she had learned what it was her body demanded late at night, when she lay awake and trembling in her bed, she had developed a hunger for a good lay that could only be temporarily relieved but never satiated. Once her fire had been put out, she knew respite only for a short while before every muscle within her cried out for more.