When Jessica’s boyfriend laughed at her for being a prude on the underground, she got even.
My bloke Adam was going back to Australia because his visa had run out and I decided to see him off at Heathrow, even though it was a stupidly early flight. So we were on the tube, 5.30 in the morning, empty carriage, and I thought I’d give him something to remember me by.
I pushed him down into a seat and while he clutched his suitcase and balanced his backpack between his knees I stood opposite him, hanging from a strap, and slid my fingers under my T-shirt and walked them up my ribs, pushing up the cotton until he could see the curve of my boob and my fingers reaching up a couple of inches higher to pinch the nipple. His eyes were dead wide, like he was watching a really scary film, but then he licked his lips nervously so I knew he was loving it. I was getting really turned on myself, then the train stopped at a station and my hand dropped like somebody’d slapped it and Adam laughed.
It pissed me off. I was trying to do something nice for him and he laughed. So when the train pulled out again and nobody had got into our carriage, I forgot the boobs and stuck my hand straight down the waistband of my skirt, staring at Adam and letting him see that I wasn’t doing it for him any more, but for me, and he could get fucked. That made him really randy, because he always gets turned on when I get ‘selfish’, as he calls it. I spread my legs so he knew I was ‘going in’ and slipped my fingers right inside, two fingers in me and my thumb reaching up for my clit. The robotic announcer voice said we were about to arrive at the next station, and I held Adam’s eyes with mine, not moving my hand away this time, and began to plunge my fingers in and out.
It was totally stupid; I could have got caught, but nobody got on again, and as soon as the tube pulled away I speeded up so I could come before the next station, which I did, really fast, hanging off the strap and feeling my knees going completely wobbly. It was amazing.
Adam began to stand up, but I kicked him and he sat back down, looking a bit confused. I took my hand out, then turned around, so he could see my backside, and started again, this time with my knees braced against the seats. Anybody on the platform could see me now, and I could see Adam over my shoulder, watching me in the darkened windows. So this time I flipped my dress over my protruding bum, sticking my hand in through the leg of my panties, so nobody could have any doubt what I was up to. I was so wet from the first time, and the train was swaying around so much, that I could hardly stay on target, my finger kept sliding of my clit into the hot folds on either side, but I was pumped now and Adam’s face, sort of blank and yet intense, turned me on even more. After two stations I came again, and now my legs were completely gone – I could feel the prickly seat material digging right into my knees.
And then this old man got on and Adam’s face simply dropped, because after he sat down and opened up his big newspaper, and held it up close to his face, I only fucking did it again! With him sat right there in the carriage! I watched Adam’s face and you’d have thought he was the one coming.
I could hardly walk when we got to Heathrow, but Adam won’t forget me in a hurry.
