One incredibly long work day later, he's finally able to get away from his desk and head for the long subway ride home. Well, it's not that it's really all that long of a ride, but after a day like today, any more time spent away from a comfortable opportunity to be home feels like forever.

He gathers his belongings and hurriedly walks to the subway entrance just a few blocks away, down the stairs into the dingy station, and onto the platform after a bit of fumbling to get his Metrocard to work in the turnstile.

The platform seems unusually empty, but then he glances at his watch and notices it's actually well past midnight. He's truly amazed at how time can just disappear when buried in solving a problem at work.

The train finally pulls into the station and car after car pass by with nearly nobody on board. Not that unusual on this particular line at this time of night. After rumbling to a stop, the doors slide open and he steps into a completely empty car.

"Nothing like a solitary ride toward home after a solitary night at the office," he thinks to himself.

Then she comes running into the car, heels clicking loudly on the floor. She was so close to missing the train that she almost loses her purse to the tight grip of the closing doors.

"So much for solitude," he thinks. He looks over at her as she walks down toward the end of the car in which he sits, heels still clicking, hips swaying under a long nicely tailored coat.

"Excuse me," she says, interrupting his thoughts as his eyes start to glance down at her long stocking covered legs.

He lifts his head quickly as if he got caught doing something wrong and blurts out, "What? Uh.. you're talking to me?" As the words are leaving his lips he realizes the sheer stupidity of what he's saying. Clearly his mind is not equipped to be dealing with this encounter right now.

She laughs, "Well, uh, yes. I am. I just wanted to know if I got on the right train. I'm trying to go to Borough Hall but I rushed on here so quickly I wasn't paying attention."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry. I, uh .. yeah. You're on the right train," he replies, amazed he can even string together anything coherent at the moment. This is one of those moments he dreads. Trapped, forced to communicate with a woman far more beautiful than he'd normally expect to be communicating with unless she needed directions and had no one else to ask. Funny how that worked out.

She decides to take the seat directly across from him and rummages around in her purse. He can't help but stare. No attempts to just look up at the advertisements along the length of the car manage to allow him to look away. That is until she glances up and he swiftly tries to look like he's reading an ad with intense interest. Unfortunately it's an ad for erectile dysfunction. She happens to glance up to see what could possibly hold such power over his attention.

Seeing the ad, she smiles, almost chuckles, and returns her attention to her purse. His eyes stay locked on the ad for a moment. "It would be hard to make this night worse," he thinks before returning his gaze to the woman across from him. His gaze slowly moves down from her flowing brown hair, falling slightly in front of her smooth featured face, down to her crossed legs.

As the train pulls into the next station and stops, the jolt of the train makes the woman momentarily lose a bit of balance and she uncrosses her legs quickly to gain footing. For the quickest of moments he catches a glimpse of her smooth black panties and the tops of her stockings below a flash of milky skin. She glances over at him and smiles before returning her attention to her cell phone and once again crossing her legs.

Nobody gets on the train car to join them, and his tired mind stops concentrating on how he can possibly stop staring at the woman before him.

Instead it wanders and the next thing he knows he's daydreaming about her slowly uncrossing her legs and letting her coat open giving him a full view of her small breasts covered by a soft white blouse. Slowly she spreads her legs apart just far enough to give a clear view of her panties and the tops of her smooth thighs. Lifting one of her hands to her chest she rubs a finger slowly over her nipple, causing it to harden and making it clear she's not wearing a bra. His eyes lower back down to between her legs. He can't help but wonder what her pussy looks like, and how it must taste.

"Attention all passengers!" the voice over the speaker shouts. "Due to police activity at Borough Hall we're being held in the tunnel."

The announcement jolts him out of his daydream, and as he's realizing just how many stops they've passed during his daydreams, he sees that she's staring straight back at him, an odd smirk on her face.

"Well just our luck," she says.

"Uhm. Yeah. I hate it when this happens, don't you?" he stutters.

"Oh I don't know, I'm not in that big of a hurry, and at least I have company, right?"

"Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry, I didn't meant to imply that .. uh .."

She cuts him off with a laugh, then says, "So I couldn't help but notice you seemed a little lost in your own world just now. Mind if I ask what you were thinking about?"

He can't help but notice that as she said that, she lowered her gaze slightly for a brief moment. He realizes that his cock is fantastically hard from his day dream, and with his fairly light suit pants, probably quite obviously so.

As he's realizing this might be the single most embarrassing moment of his entire life, she fills the sudden silence with her soft voice again.

"I think it's safe to say you don't need their services," she says as she gestures up to the ad he was staring at earlier.

"Yes, the most embarrassing moment of my life indeed," he says, before realizing he's actually saying it out loud.

She laughs and stands up. She takes a step over to his side of the train and sits down beside him.

"Don't be silly," she says. "It could be much worse than this, don't you think?" she asks, as she places her hand over his cock, feeling it through his pants.

"You should tell me what you were thinking about," she says as she rubs her hand over his cock. "It's not like there's anyone here to overhear, and I'm certainly intrigued."

"I was just, uh, your, uh," he stutters, feeling his cock throb beneath her hands. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and just commits to it.

"I was just trying to imagine what your pussy must taste like."

Her hand stops moving. He immediately regrets admitting his thoughts.

"Mmmm well I rather like the taste myself," she replies, slouching in the seat a bit and grabbing his hand to slide it up her leg, pushing her skirt up until the side of his hand lands firmly against her panties. He thinks, or rather he hopes, that he's not deceived in the sensation that her panties have become a bit damp.

"Do you want to find out for sure?" she asks as she starts to unzip his pants and reach inside.

Thinking at this point that he has clearly slipped into some sort of dreaming coma and is imagining this entire experience, he starts to rub his fingers over her pussy, feeling it through the soft fabric of her panties.

As she find his cock and wraps her fingers around the shaft, he slides his fingers under the fabric and finds her now very moist pussy. She starts to slowly pump his cock. He slides his finger tips over her wetness then withdraws his hand and lifts his fingers to his lips. She watches him intently, still working his shaft slowly with her hand.

Putting his fingertip into his mouth he tastes the sweetness of her juices and sighs heavily.

"See? I told you it was delicious," she says softly.

"Attention all passengers! We appreciate your patience. We apologize for any inconvenience. We should be moving shortly," the conductor interjects forcefully over the PA system.

"My turn to find out how you taste before we run out of time," she says, sliding off the seat, pushing his legs apart and kneeling between them.

He looks down at her as she pulls his cock out of his pants, and with a devilish grin lowers her head to take his stiff cock between her lips. Her bright red lipstick contrasts vividly against the skin of his cock as she takes it deep into her mouth before slowly inching her head back until just the tip remains in her mouth. He feels her tongue glide over the head and lets out a low, barely audible moan.

Her hand grasps the shaft firmly, pumping his cock as her lips slide back down over it's length and back up, never letting the head leave the suction of her lips.

Instinctively he reaches down and grabs a handful of hair on the back of her head while she takes his entire throbbing cock into her mouth. As his cock disappears completely he hold her head firmly for a moment with his cock as deep as it will go, evidenced by a very momentary gag before she relaxes and lets his cock settle, fully engulfed for a moment.

Coming back up for air briefly, he loosens his grip and his cock slips out of her mouth.

"Mmmm I love sucking cock, and so far this is one of my favorites. But are you going to let me taste everything you have?" she asks, catching her breath.

Just the question almost makes him explode. The intensity and adrenaline of the situation are becoming too much to bear.

"Fuck yes," he says, grabbing another handful of her hair and pushing her back down onto his cock. "I'm going to fill that throat with cum."

Her firm grip strokes his long cock, her lips sliding up and down it's length. His hips push slightly upward as her head comes down, fucking her mouth. The heat starts to build in his core as he feels himself getting closer and closer to exploding in her mouth until he just can't hold it back any longer. The train lurches into motion just as his cock erupts and she takes every last drop, swallowing the hot cum.

She stands up, straightens out her skirt and starts to tidy her hair with her fingers looking down at him and licking her lips.

"You don't taste too bad yourself there, mister."

As the train starts to pull into the station he rushes to put his cock back in his pants and zip up before anyone who might be on the platform can see the full aftermath of what just happened. While he scrambles to regain his composure the doors open and he hears the clicking of her heels as she steps off the train. He's so dumbfounded by the experience he just sits there staring at her, mouth hanging open. She waves through the window at him as she walks down the platform wiping her lips with a handkerchief.

The doors close, and the train starts to move.

"You ok there man?" comes the voice from other end of the train car.

Looking down the train at a couple who apparently just got on board, he responds, "Oh. Uh. Yeah. Just can't believe what just happened to me."