Fingerfucking
When the boat got back to the dock, we were pretty much partied out,
and I, at least, was frozen stiff. We all went our separate ways, which
for Gary and me meant heading straight for the uptown number 1 train. It
turned out that he was frozen too, so once the train showed up we decided
to try a little hypothermia treatment. We had one of the sideways sets of
seats next to the car door to ourselves — in fact we damn near had the car
to ourselves. He sat down right next to the barrier between the seats and
the door, and I sat in his lap, with his coat buttoned around both of us.
Once I started to warm up a bit, I realized that Gary’s lap was not
the most comfortable place I’d ever sat — somehow you never realize just
how bony someone’s legs are until you sit on them — and I started to
squirm around, trying to find a position that didn’t include a bone poking
me. Not surprisingly, this had something of an effect on him. I suppose
you could say that I warmed him up a bit. The net result, though, was to
make his lap even worse as a chair. If he wasn’t poking me, I was
squashing him, and all-in-all, I think we were both a bit relieved that
Gary had to get off the train at Times Square and head for the E out to
Queens.
Losing my butt-warmer did have a few advantages besides easing my
seat. Most notably, I could sit sideways on the seats, lean my back up
against the barrier, and try to make my knees a little more comfortable by
straightening them out in front of me. On the other hand, I did miss the
warmth he had been providing, so I did what any normal person would do: I
pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my jacket and hugged myself inside it.
By 50th Street I was warm enough to realize how frustrated I had been with
a hard cock against my ass and no time or opportunity to do anything about
it.
Without even thinking about it, I reached down, slipping my hand
inside the waistband of my skirt, and began to rub my pussy through my
panties. I was already wet, and after just a moment or so of rubbing, I
knew that wasn’t going to be enough. I was about to slip my hand into my
panties, figuring to get a finger or two into my pussy, when I realized
where I was. I took a quick look around, and was a little surprised to see
that there was only one other person in the car: a guy sitting all the way
down at the far end, his nose buried in a book. I only hesitated a second
before I lifted my butt and slipped my panties off. I had my arms back
into the sleeves of my jacket, my feet on the floor, and my panties in my
jacket pocket seconds before the train stopped at 59th.
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