Mia tells us about her quick hook-up while she commutes on the subway to the office! Let’s see how her travel leads to a lust-filled tryst!
There are times when I hate being called a MILF, and other times when I love being called a MILF. I have not yet decided, but I still like the attention, whichever way I go. I like to watch men staring at me. But I can’t decide if I like the younger or older ones yet. I live on the west side of Washington, D.C., across the river in Arlington.
I’d take the subway into the city for business or to meet girlfriends for lunch in Georgetown. It is an easy ten-minute ride. I’m in my early thirties, with dark hair and big boobs, but I dress pretty hot. It’s sex that sells, and guys like to see a woman flaunting it if she’s got it. It’s early August, and it’s hot and muggy, and I have to make a pitch at the Washington Design Center to one of the buyers. I am dressed for the weather in a sleeveless grey top, black skirt and high heels (of course). But even in these minimal clothes, I still carry an air of professionalism. Once I open my mouth to speak, they instantly know that I know my stuff.
So, I get on the train at my stop and find a seat. Opposite me are two businessmen in their forties, stuffed into grey suits and ties. I thought to myself, they’ve got to be hot in all those stuffy clothes. I was wearing no bra and no panties! I knew my blouse was unbuttoned just above the middle of my boobs, and I had my briefcase to hide my pussy as the occasion called for. These two constantly looked at me, and they were both pretty good-looking. They’d be looking and pointing at things in the morning paper and then look up at me to try to get a glimpse of my body parts. Their looks made me breathe faster, and I had to bite my lower lip to ensure my breathing wasn’t too obvious. After a few minutes, I casually undid a button on my blouse. One of the men was glancing at me and saw me doing it, and I smiled back at his startled look. I pretended that the weather was too hot. I was looking straight at him, and I think he could begin to see the curve of my breasts. He looked confused and didn’t know where to look, but he saw that I didn’t mind him staring. He shifted a bit in his seat to get a better view. The other man was reading but glanced at this movement and saw me. He didn’t look down again. They both were looking at the cleavage of my breasts and then into my eyes. Then I started undoing another button, and that really made them squirm. The guy on the right stood briefly, adjusted his pants, and sat back down. Both boldly stared at the treasure of my breasts and swallowed hard. I wanted to show them more and tease their excitement some more. But how could I be on the subway?
I took my briefcase from my side and held it with both hands in front of me. This caused my arms to push my boobs together, and my cleavage line became even more pronounced. I then smiled at them and let them know I knew their stares. I looked around the train car to see if anyone was watching our little game. Still, everyone seemed into their newspapers, iPads, or conversations. I then uncrossed my legs and placed both feet on the floor. Fresh air rushed into my pussy, and I felt better. I followed their gaze as they lowered it to my pussy. I fidgeted with the hem of my skirt and opened my briefcase, which made me open my legs a little wider to steady it. I noticed that one of them had his hand on his crotch and was slowly pressing his cock. They looked intently and must have seen my pussy hairs and maybe the lines of my slit.
The next stop coming up was mine. I closed my briefcase and my legs, and they settled back in their seat. I stood up to exit the train and gave them a little wiggle as I stepped onto the platform. I walked over to the Design Center and worked up a little sweat in the D.C. humidity. I showed my pass to the guards and took the elevator to the fourth floor. I had to pee so badly that I crossed my legs the entire elevator ride. I hit the restroom as fast as possible and ran into the men’s room without realizing it. I wasn’t paying much attention to the restroom signs as I pushed through the door. But when I got inside and saw the urinals, I realized it, but there was no time. I apologized to the guy who happened to be using one and went to the nearest stall. I heard him leave and relaxed to empty my bladder. I finished and wiped up, exited the stall, and went to the sink to clean up.
Just as I turned on the water, a man came in, saw me, and did a double take, thinking he was in the wrong restroom. I looked at him, smiled, and said coyly, realizing it was the same man from the Subway! “I had to go really bad, and this was the closest. I hope you don’t mind.” He smiled warmly and said it was okay with him; he just came in to wash up. He walked over to the sinks and stopped one away from me. I saw him angled in the mirror, looking at my open blouse as I leaned over to wash my hands. His eyes caught mine, catching him looking, but unexpectedly, he did not look away. “Those look quite nice,” he said rather boldly. ‘Thanks,” I said. “The subway was very hot, and I’m trying to cool off before my appointment in fifteen minutes.” He asked who I was seeing, and I told him. He said he knew the company. We looked at each other. His twenty-something age wore well on him. Nicely dressed and confident. He pulled a paper napkin from the dispenser, gave it to me, and then drew more for himself.
Then he asked, “So do you have fifteen minutes to spare?” “Yeah,” I replied. He then took my hand and pulled me gently to the larger accessible stall. We went inside, and he locked the door. He reached over, undid the remaining buttons, and pulled my blouse out of my skirt. He held my breasts in his hands, kneading them and rubbing them. He slowly raised my left breast to his mouth and kissed the nipple. He started to rub my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and soon, both my nipples were hard. I moaned loudly, and my body shook with excitement. I removed my blouse, lowered my skirt, and stood utterly naked inside this men’s room stall with this stranger. I spread my legs a little and rubbed my pussy right in front of him. My pussy was neatly coiffed with a thin strip but cleanly shaved between my legs. My clit stood out hard and prominent. I opened my pussy lips with my fingers and began to rub a finger all along the slit. He was in a very excited state, watching me. I allowed him to suck my nipples. I felt his mouth against my nipple, and he sucked it in. He licked it with his tongue and then bit it slightly. This made me quite hot, and I put my hand on his crotch and undid his zipper. His cock was already hard as I pulled it out. Due to his pre-cum, it was already slick, and my hand slid along it easily. I rubbed and stroked the shaft for a minute, and he then dropped to his knees and started to lick my pussy. I have to admit that felt pretty good.
His tongue rolled around my clit, making me moan loudly. My ass jerked as his tongue moved all over my slit, and finally, he pushed his tongue inside my hole and started using it to fuck me. I moaned and quickly came! My legs trembled as I came and came some more! He then stood up and urged me to make him cum. I picked my skirt up off the floor and put it on the toilet seat. I sat before him and pulled his hips towards my face, meeting his cockhead with my mouth. I licked and sucked his cock with conviction that I would make him cum in the minutes I had left before my appointment. I released his cock from my mouth and stood up and took my skirt off the toilet seat, and lifted it up. I got behind him and a little off the side to continue jerking him off. I used my right hand like an expert and feverishly yanked his cock, urging out his cum. My left hand reached under his butt and grabbed and squeezed his balls. I wrung them like a cow’s teat coaxing the little spermies to travel up his cock and out his long shaft. I felt his cock spasm, knowing he was ready, so I pointed it down to the toilet. He spurted it out and, with good aim, right into the bowl. The thick white cum hit the water and slowly sank to the bottom. I lifted my leg and pushed the toilet flusher down; away it went, swirling into oblivion.
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