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Whitney needs to relax on the way home from work.
Whitney was finally done for the day as she walked out of the hotel. She was so stressed out over all the different customers she knew which train she was getting on tonight. She slipped her green bracelet around her wrist as the cool breeze followed her to the subway.
She hoped her hair didn't smell from her sweating while hoping for an easy release on the platform. The black woman waited with bated breath as the Ostmeadow train came into view.
It slowed down to a stop and the ticket collector exited. This time of night was always busy since everyone was going home. Whitney hopped in line and lifted her wrist when it was her turn to enter the doors.
Once inside she meandered through trying to find a good seat. She eyed the other patrons as she pulled at her afro. Whitney had worn her hair in a twist out today but it had easily gotten frizzy because of the heat. An older lady sniffed and placed her purse next to her as Whitney passed.
She simply rolled her eyes and kept moving. Realizing she wasn't going to find one she settled with holding onto a rail. At the next stop, the train became so crowded people began to press against Whitney.
Her red lips upturned in a smile as she felt every bump. As people brushed past her finally someone stopped. She could smell his cologne as his hand rested above hers on the railing. She bit her lip as her heart pumped.
"Hello, I'm Victor," He whispered his introduction as she felt his other hand on her hip. His bracelet showed green against his brown skin.
"Whitney," she whispered as she turned her head. His mouth met her cheek at this point. It began to travel down toward her neck as his fingers squeezed her hips. He didn't talk much but Whitney preferred it that way.
As she tilted her head to give him better access the train gave a sudden jolt that had him wrapping his free arm around her. Now she could feel Victor's warm chest against her back. He was about half a foot taller than her and built on the bulky side.
He chuckled at the interruption but returned to his activities quickly. He began to softly rub her belly over her work polo while moving his hands upward.
"Is this okay?" His husky voice made Whitney tingle in all the right places.
"Yes, go higher, please," She was shy about the request but she really wanted to feel his hands on her nipples.
He quickly obliged her and began to massage her right breast. He tweaked her nipples and gave her neck a particularly hard bite as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Oh, you came prepared? I love it," He stated this as his member grew against her backside. He spread his legs a little and Whitney pushed her ass back as a response.
"Fuck," was what came out of his mouth. The pair rubbed against each other like this for a bit longer.
Whitney was getting wetter as he continued to play with her nipples. She needed him to put his fingers elsewhere right away.
"C-can you do something else for me?" She stumbled over her words but reached for his hand at the same time.
"Anything baby," he was eager to please it seemed. The shorter woman brought his hands down and unbuttoned her pants. She slipped his hands underneath her pants but above her panties.
"Can you help me relieve some stress from work?" Whitney turned up and looked at him while biting her lip. He gave her a quick peck on the lips as his hand began to move.
"As long as I get something in return, right?" Whitney nodded to his question as her juices flowed. He was still rubbing himself against her ass as he slowly sped up his hand. "You like that? Can I press a little harder babe? Hm?"
"Y-yes, you can," Whitney moaned out. The other passengers were involved in their own activities at this point but Whitney caught the eye of another woman quietly masturbating to them. It gave her a whole new wave of pleasure.
"You like being watched? Getting off on this attention?" It seemed Victor noticed their fan as well.
He dug his fingers in over her panties searching for her entrance. His palm continued to rub her clit as she shook. He pressed his fingers gently at her entrance while still whispering to her. "You are so beautiful, I wanna see you shake. Come on, come for me, show me you love it."
Whitney was overcome by her climax as he rubbed her through it. She bent forward as he continued to press his dick into her ass. As she came down from her high he wanted one simple thing.
"I wanna come on those tits,” His request was tamer then she imagined. He found a seat and she knelt down to his level. She reached forward and began massaging his dick while pressing it against her now bare breasts. She spat on it to give it more friction.
As the spit touched him he let out a sigh. He seemed to love that. She let more saliva drip down and coat his dick while jacking him with her hand.
“Fuck, I love that. Go faster,” His voice was barely a grunt now as his pleasure took over. He was raising his hips while trying to get closer to her at the same time. She began to add more spit as he continued to vocalize his enjoyment.
“Shit, here it comes, fuck!” He quickly took aim as she pushed her chest out. His come landed in a combination of her face and breasts but Whitney was too tired to care. She gave a smile up at him as he seemed to come out of a coma.
The two cleaned up but didn’t bother exchanging numbers. As she exited the train he gave her a smile and a wave.
Whitney practically skipped home in her soaked panties.
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