It was the last year of my student life. I worked as a saleswoman at a grocery store. Today we celebrated the upcoming holiday on March 8th, naturally, I allowed myself a drink, and was in a very good mood. I was returning home in the subway car.

It was about eight in the evening, still quite crowded, and I rode standing in a dead end at the door between the cars. The book I was reading was a regular novel, and the story now described the scene of the hero’s and heroine’s love. The scene loomed so real and colorful that I felt my face flush. The carriage swayed, I threw my hand to the rail and the unexpected touch of the fabric let me know that my nipples were hard ... I shifted from foot to foot and moved my hips to see if there was a characteristic moistening between the lips ... Wow flowed a little! Reading a book!

Embarrassed, I turned away reflexively to the intercarriage door, leaned my shoulder on the rail - now I don’t have to hold on.

She continued reading, but after a couple of lines, the mischievous thought came to me: “Shouldn't you lose yourself? Slightly? I stand half a turn to the door, only the two of you are visible on the seat, if I am careful, they will not know what is happening under my coat ... And what if they notice? And in general, this is nonsense! Standing in the subway ... No fun ... ".

Having conducted such an internal dialogue, I myself did not notice how, having hidden my hand in my coat pocket, I pulled the side seam of the trousers. "Well, since the hand is already there, just touch ..."

Through the fabric of the pocket and thin silk pants, I felt the clitoris with the very tip of my finger. Gently pressed. Wow! Chills ran down my back, for a moment my chest went cold as if from fright. I clearly felt reddened again to the tips of my ears.

The passenger sitting in front of me is looking nowhere through me. I slowly began to ...

How much the heart beats! I caught myself on the fact that, continuing to read, I jump from line to line, and the speech on the page is already about something else ... Oh, how nice ...

And how wet it is! This fact caused a new wave of excitement.

My eyes darkened slightly, sounds breaking through the growing tinnitus.

Wow, usually this required at least half a minute of intensive hand work!

Soon I was on the verge. In another situation, right here, with a few strong movements, I would bring myself to orgasm. But now it is impossible to actively move neither with a hand, nor even with a brush, but only by reaching with the tip of your finger, the pose should be natural! ...

Never had so much moisture flowed out of me. The tights are soaked from the inside, the top of the thighs is already wet ... Nothing, but it's terribly nice ... If only we could slightly increase the effect! ...

Well! Come on! I struggled to spur my body.

Replaced tired finger ...

Oh, no, unbearable! This painful feeling that you are in a small step from the orgasm, but you can not take this little step! Tension increases with every second, I'm going crazy now !!

No power to stop !!! ... Ooh! ..

I will spit on everything, I will bend, to get as it should and in two accounts I will finish !!!

And suddenly - broads !!

A huge force of ecstasy instantly fell like snow on your head! I probably lost control for a second, "pecked" forward with my whole body, jerked, and almost dropped the book. Shocked, I shook my head (let them think that I almost fell asleep) and tried to pull myself together. Wow, this was not with me yet! I bulged my eyes, which were still shooting salutes, and looked around, trying to understand, if anyone saw what was happening to me, if I did not keep a moan.

Usually, after orgasm, I lose interest in sex for a few hours, or even days. However, now the body insistently demanded continuation. I continued, still lightly, with the tip of my finger. And after a couple of seconds, a new explosion! A second later!

I lost count, finished not less than five times, feeling weary, pulling, indescribably blissful cramps in the lower abdomen, each time becoming weaker, weaker ...

As if waking up, I slightly opened my eyelids.

The passenger across the road was dozing. The binding of the book, compressed by me in the other hand, fell apart in half. It will now always open on this page. The moisture from the “grease” penetrated through the underwear, pantyhose, silk pants and fabric pocket, I felt it on the fingers. That's what I spoke! Good coat long.

It was slightly uncomfortable to go from the subway to the hostel. Not only because the crotch and thighs were cold to the knees. I occasionally recollected myself and slowed down a step, letting a gloomy expression on myself. It seemed that all the passers-by looked after, saw my happy face, heard me squish between my legs and know why.

But, in reality, nobody cared about me ...

P. S. Later I experimented at home, trying to repeat those feelings. I read that fragment to the holes, but to no avail. In a calm atmosphere, I cannot manage to be "on the edge" followed by an "explosion." Maybe the fact is that I am too calm, or, on the contrary, I give free rein to my hands, but the effect is observed only when I “decide on this” in front of everyone and must behave externally naturally. I'm afraid I'm already a married woman. I think that if someone had exposed me, I would probably have died, but it happens, it will be very impatient, and I have to take the risk. At the table on a visit, on the street, in the store. I can not without it ...