I elbowed Trina, then nodded down the crowded subway car at the guy who’d just boarded. He was outrageously handsome.

“Look at that dude,” I whispered urgently to Trina.

I watched her eyes pop as she spotted him. Trina was the mirror image of me — long hair, pretty face, perky tits. We were best friends who often liked to one-up each other.

“Oooh,” she said. “I would let him do nasty things to me.”

“I would do nasty things to him,” I countered.

Trina grinned. It was on.

“I would jam my pussy on his mouth and ride him until I came,” she said.

“I would dress in lingerie just so he could tear it all off me.”

“I would suck the sweat off his balls.”

“I would eat out his ass!”

We were huddled together, still whispering, but a few of the nearest passengers overheard bits of what we were saying. In the end we broke down into giggles.

But the nasty talk had gotten me riled up. There was a tingle crawling over my flesh.

Down at the other end of the swaying car, the hottie had taken a seat and was looking at his phone. He had no idea two women had just been discussing how they wanted to pleasantly defile him.

I’d meant everything I’d said. Trina did, too. We were both into some wild stuff.

A crazy idea bloomed in my mind as the train rattled on through a tunnel.

Leaning in again, I said, “I’m going to go over there, and blow that guy.”

Trina looked back at me for a long moment. I hadn’t spoken in a playful tone.

“You’re serious?”

“I am.”

The car pulled into a station and about half the passengers got out. But there were still plenty of people onboard.

Trina looked at the hottie, looked at me and bit her lip.

“Good luck!” she whispered with her eyes wide and cheeks flushed. She was obviously turned on, too.

I felt her eyes on me as I made my way along the train car. It rocked on its tracks, making a steady clatter. The riders mostly had that zombified look of regular commuters, ones who’d taken this same ride so many times they were barely aware of their surroundings.

The hottie was sitting on the aisle, and the window seat beside him was now empty.

“Excuse me,” I said.

He looked up from his phone, caught my eyes a moment and politely turned so I could have the seat next to him. Even in that tiny moment of eye contact, I’d felt sparks. Excitement gathered in me like a heat.

Up close he was even more attractive. He had nice lips and penetrating eyes. His body appeared solidly muscular without being bulky. I wanted to climb all over him right there. But I reminded myself that I had one particular act in mind, and it was going to be tricky enough to pull off in public.

The tracks curved, and I let myself sway against him. Our thighs touched, and the contact sent an extra thrill through my pussy. When the tracks straightened out, I stayed pressed against him.

He was aware of the contact. He looked down at where we touched and put his phone away. I saw a smile curl across his lips.

There was no time for slow seduction, so I reached over and laid my hand on his leg. It was firm with muscle. Boldly, I ran my hand up his thigh, parting his long coat as I did.

There was bank of seats directly in front of ours, and one was occupied. But the person was facing away from us. The seats across the aisle were empty. But there were many other occupied spots. If somebody happened to turn, they would see me moving my hand onto hottie’s crotch.

I squeezed his swelling bulge, and a razy excitement swarmed in me. Even for me, this was brazen as hell. But I had set a far greater challenge for myself.

At the other end of the car, Trina was watching us, still wide-eyed.

I kneaded his cock through his pants, and his breathing quickened. I whispered, “Take off your coat.”

He did it casually, as if the ambient warmth of the subway car was just too much for such a heavy garment. When he had it off, I helped him spread it over his lap. Then I reached underneath it and unzipped him.

His cock sprang out in its full glorious length, and I grasped him, impressed by his size. My fingers only just met around his girth, and I started pumping him.

We came to another station, and there were more disembarkations, as well as a few new passengers coming aboard. We froze until everyone was settled.

I jerked him harder. His features tensed, and his cock twitched in my grip.

The seats didn’t provide a lot of legroom, to say nothing of the limited floor space beneath them. But I was determined to suck him off.

I turned on the plastic seat and started slowly to slide off it. The seat ahead of us was still occupied, but I didn’t disturb the person as I slithered onto the floor.

The space was cramped as all hell, but excitement propelled me onward. I went to duck my head under the hottie’s coat, and he looked at me with wide-eyed amazement, fully realizing my intent.

I gave him a lascivious grin and put my head underneath the coat. It was dark under there, but enough light got through that I could see his big, beautiful cock. I reached in through the open zipper and gently drew his balls out. They were big and shaved, and a fresh shudder of desire touched me.

I put my tongue out and scooped up that first dewdrop of clear pre-come. The sting of salt was exquisite, and I rolled the oily taste around in my mouth a few seconds.

Then I closed my lips decisively over his knob. My mouth stretched around it, and I swirled my tongue over him, thoroughly bathing that sweet crown.

I kept my hand on his lovely balls as I proceeded to suck my way down his shaft. The car floor was hard under my knees, and I was bent into an awkward position. But the discomfort meant nothing to me.

I was beneath his coat like an old-timey photographer, one who would hold a giant flash and take a sepia-toned picture — except I was holding a stranger’s nutsac. And the burst was going to be his come jetting down my throat.

Taking inch after inch of him, I felt his cockhead enter my throat. I kept up a firm suction. My tongue worked busily, exploring all those little veins. I wanted to give him a blowjob to remember. Though it would probably be memorable no matter what, I mused. I was willing to bet that no nameless woman had ever gone down on him on a train.

The nasty thought tickled deep desires in me. I swallowed him down to his balls and held him like that a moment to show him what a talented deep-throater I was. Then I started blowing him in earnest.

My head rose and fell. I left it up to him to arrange his long coat over his lap to best camouflage what I was doing.

From where I was, I couldn’t see anything of the rest of the car. For all I knew, half a dozen people had noticed what was happening. I only knew for sure that Trina was watching. I imagined her seething with delight and jealousy as she caught glimpses of what was going on at the other end of the car. She would be able to see the hottie’s face. I wondered how well he was disguising his expressions of mounting excitement.

His cock was as hard as mahogany as I rode my mouth up and down on it. I was careful to avoid any slurping sounds, and I tried especially hard not to bump the seat in front of us. But I was seriously sucking him now.

His taste filled my mouth and seemed to spread throughout my entire body. It was a masculine flavor, complementing the lovely texture of his cock’s velvety sheathing. I wanted to moan with lust, but I stayed quiet.

My pussy was streaming, and my nipples were as stiff as pebbles. I had a face full of cock, and I was loving it!

I gently kneaded his balls, and I swiped some saliva off his staff and smeared it over his sac. He jerked a little on the seat, probably fighting to control his reactions.

Mischievously, I thought I would give him an extra treat. I slid a wet, questing finger past his balls, sliding it along his taint. I’ve encountered the occasional male who didn’t like being touched this way, but they were the rarity. Of course, if the hottie didn’t want me playing with his asshole while I sucked him off, that was OK. Consent is everything.

But he figured out what I was up to and slouched further in the plastic seat, which gave me easier access to his hole. My middle finger touched his enticing pucker. As I continued to lift and drop my mouth, I now swirled my fingertip around his sensitive ring.

He jerked again on his seat as I penetrated him. I only sank my finger in to the top knuckle, but that was enough to wriggle it around and his hole clasped me.

I put on my closing speed, aware that another station would be coming along any minute. I deep-throated him with all I had, racing against the train’s progress.

Suddenly, his legs closed tightly around me, and his balls clenched. A second later, his first thick spurt hit the back of my throat. It tasted exactly like his pre-come, only a hundred times more potent and delicious.

He followed this first salvo with jet after jet of hot spunk. I swallowed every one, feeling like I was putting away a gallon of the gooey stuff.

Finally, I took my mouth off him and wriggled my way back up into my window seat. The hottie discreetly tucked his cock back into his pants. He smiled at me and got off at the next stop.

I grinned at Trina, who looked stunned.