THIS, in the subway…
We settled right by the door in the subway car; among the late-night passengers, there were a couple of other solitary young people, and one curious person in the neighboring car. He was alone there, so he was watching through the glass windows into the more crowded compartment.
— I want you! — firmly and with the intention to fulfill the desire right this minute, I whispered into my beloved's ear.
— But we're on the subway!? — yet the alcohol fermenting in both of us was doing its dirty work; placing my hand between his legs, I understood that the number of those wishing to engage in THIS had increased by one.
— Well, only if you take me in your mouth!?!?! — my husband, pleased that he had managed, as it seemed to him, to solve the problem in such an original way, was already starting to unbutton his trousers and lower my head to meet his growing desire.
Without delay, I proceeded to the "dessert"; my long hair hid the full splendor of the scene from prying eyes, but hiding the movements I was making was simply impossible. Suddenly, the train stopped, the doors swung open, I raised my head and through the strands of hair saw a pair of women entering the car, one of whom was clearly the mother of the other, and a rather young lady at that. It became awkward, even shameful; as best I could, I sheathed the "sword" and laid my cheek on the lap of my stunned husband. At the next station, we got off the subway, although we had one more stop to go, but we decided to walk along the street, especially since it wasn't too far to go.
On the ground, we were met by night, empty streets, and drizzling rain. But despite such nasty weather, the rain did not extinguish the fire of passion, and the absence of people only added fuel to the fire.
— Shall we continue!?!? — we uttered this phrase simultaneously and began scanning the street with our eyes, searching for a refuge. The choice fell on a glass bus stop; under it, at least, the rain wouldn't beat on our bare bottoms. Having dashed across the road to the shelter, we began to realize our desires. When we changed positions for the third time and settled on our favorite one, cars, as if on cue, simply started scurrying back and forth, and especially "vigilant" ones, not even in a hurry, even slowed down to confirm their suspicions…
— Don't stop, darling, I want to come again, more, yes, like that, yes…
Paying no attention to anyone, we drank the cup of pleasure to the dregs and, arm in arm, wandered across the bridge towards our home.
— You know, I just can't understand how I agreed to SUCH a thing, on the subway… , what are you doing to me, you've corrupted me, but I like it, even more, I love you for this too. But how did that girl's mother explain everything?
— Don't worry, my love, if she had a son, then that would be a problem, but as it is, she'll say, well, never do that, and wag her finger. I'm just afraid then her husband will never know what it's like when his dignity securely "rests" in the mouth of his beloved wife! — with these words, I made myself comfortable between my beloved's legs and began tenderly kissing the tired "fighter." My beloved sprawled on the bed and purred with pleasure.