I'd always had an exhibitionist streak, but had been to afraid to indulge that desire. On the way to school each morning, I'd sit on the train and look at all the strangers around me, thinking about how wonderful it would be to start pleasuring myself. I'd fantasize about sneakily stroking my cock, I longed to edge myself over and over again in front of them. But I could never do it. I was too afraid.
But now there was no reason to be afraid. No one could see me. No one would ever know.
I left the house and headed for the metro stop. When I arrived at the turnstile, I habitually reached for my wallet to pay. My hand brushed against my ass as I remembered that Parks had my wallet now. No matter, no one could see me anyway. I hopped the turnstile and continued into the station.
Waiting on the train was torture. I was so close to living my dream, I was getting excited. Excitement led to anxiety, and anxiety led to arousal. I desperately wanted to rip off my clothes and masturbate furiously in the station. But I resisted that urge. I'd always wanted to do it on the train, and the train was where it would happen. I waited on the train.
I saw the light in the tunnel and heard the squealing of the brakes. It was almost here. Almost time. My excitement continued to build. I swayed back and forth, teasing my breasts slightly in anticipation of what was to come.
The doors opened and I boarded the train.
Strangers milled around me, a few even brushing up against me. A stray hand even brushed against my vagina, giving me a start. Once everyone hand found a place, I dropped into a seat and fulfilled my fantasy.
I folded my arms in front of my chest and began massaging a breast. Looking around, I imagined that any one of these strangers could see me at any moment. The thought made me hotter, and I felt a wetness building near my crotch.
Continuing to fondle my breast, I slipped my other hand beneath my skirt and ran a finger across my vagina. I shuddered as bout of pleasure welled up. Gently, I began fingering myself, struggling to maintain my composure as increasingly powerful pleasure washed over me.
After a short time, the train arrived at a stop, and most of the people on board got off. I stood up and followed them, breathing heavily. There had never been any real danger, but the sensations had been real. I was hot, bothered, and aching for satisfaction. Cumming on the train had never been part of my fantasy, and I wanted to keep that special. I decided to move with the pack and finish the job wherever I ended up.