The Commute

Writer Note: The goal in writing this was “sexually intensity”. My hope is that it’s not just a straight reading of the words, but something that is coming out alongside the moans and breaths of being very turned on. That it is the recounting of a fantasy that is actively being enjoyed. I have given the barest of “instruction” in square brackets as I feel it will come across a lot more natural in your own cadence and interrupted by your pleasure as you feel appropriate!

Likewise, please butcher/rearrange/ignore/change the words as much as you like! It’s my first attempt at a script and I would love to hear different interpretations.

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I think of myself as being pretty ordinary, sexually. I have sex, I enjoy sex but I haven’t really done anything weird with it. I guess you could say that for the most part, when I have sex, it’s been in a bed. Same as most people, I bet.

But there is one thing that I do, and I do it a lot.

Almost every morning, when I go down into the Tube for my commute to work, I put in my earphones and I listen to sexy audios. To you. I sit there, or stand there, rocked by the movement of the carriage and try to keep my face from betraying me. When I sit so close to a stranger and can hear the tinny sound of their music and just hope they can’t hear the moans of mine. I think I’m pretty good at keeping a poker face, but I’m sure I’ve got some odd looks once or twice.

I don’t know what it is about doing this that keeps me coming back… Part of it has got to be escape - listening to you I’m not just crammed into the underground, I’m transported to some exciting scenario; have I been naughty, Professor? [[Co-Ed Giggle]] Or; What’s this I can feel next to me in the bed…? Much more fun than reading the morning newspaper. Makes the time fly by.

But there’s also the thrill of it. Listening to you say all those things to me. Make those noises. And utterly surrounded by people. Can they sense the heat coming from me? See the glaze in my eyes as I lose myself in the fantasy? I feel so sexual ...so desirable. Squeezing my thighs together when it gets too much… God I get so turned on…

And lately, I’ve been having this fantasy.

It all starts when I’m sitting on the Tube, heading to work as usual. I’ve got your voice in my ear and I’m turned on. Just achingly horny. And I’m looking at the faces of the people sitting across from me, and sometimes I’ll see a cute guy with his own earphones and just for a moment I’ll wonder if it’s you - the voice that’s given me so many orgasms. Makes me blush a little but in this fantasy, it is you. Somehow, I just know it. And you’re like me. You’ve been looking at the faces of the people on the Tube, just wondering if any of them are listening to you. And you know I am. Our eyes meet.

And it just gets so intense. We stare at each other, all the time I’ve got your voice in my ear, telling me how hot I am, how sexy, how much you want me. The things you want to do to me. And suddenly, I’m not trying to hide it from the carriage any more. I’m shifting in my seat a little, thighs pressing together. I look you right in the face and bite my lower lip, letting it slide out from under my teeth. And god… you look so hungry back at me. It looks like you can barely keep yourself seated. I can just see your tongue wet your lips quickly and at the same time, your voice is telling me how you want to taste me. Every inch of me.

My eyes flick to your hips, and I know you’ve seen me do it. But I want you to be hard. I want your ...cock to be straining against your trousers. Because of me. And it is, isn’t it? Watching me, you are hard. Just like I am wet.

And then the train gets into a station, a busy one. And as people get off, we both stand up. But we’re not getting off the train, just moving into those little alcoves between the seats and the door. As more and more people cram on, we get shoved together, my back against the glass, you looming over me. My lips are parted as I look up and you and my hands come up. Feeling you. Touching against your chest, your waist and hips. We don’t kiss, but we are close to it. God… your presence overwhelms me. In my ears… you’re fucking me, face to face, just like this. There’s a person sitting behind the glass but that doesn’t stop you from putting your hand on me either. It strokes down my clothes. You want me, don’t you? I want you. I can’t help myself. Looking into your eyes, I press my palm against your crotch, and oh god I can feel how hard you are. Your cock, bulging in my hand, gripping through the cloth. Your lips part and you make a noise, but all I can hear are your growling moans as you fuck me in the audio. I want to touch you in time to them. Stroking my hand up and down, trying to tug through your trousers. You grab my ass. Roughly. My nipples are so hard, I’m sure they are poking through my top.

The train judders, knocking us together. In the audio, the position changes, you are ordering me to move onto my hands and knees. You want to take me from behind.

On the train, I oblige, twisting around against you, pressing my hands against the glass, looking at the people sitting on their morning commute.

You take my hips, pull my ass against you. Fuck… your cock shoving against my ass. I can feel your breath against the back of my head as your growls increase in intensity in my ear. You are fucking me so hard, the smack of your cock against my skin is audible. You grind on me, crease my clothes against butt. And oh… your hand snakes up between my legs. Fingers press hard against my crotch. Oh I needed this. Something to rub against. Trapped between your cock and your fingers. I am soaked through and I don’t care.

Your voice tells me you want to cum inside me, that you need to feel my pussy wrapped around your cock as you cum. I want it. I want it so bad. I want you to grip me as tight as you are, to flood me with your cum. Please cum for me, let me be the one you moan and growl and cum for, that girl you are fucking so hard in your audios. You get me so hot and wet and I want you to cum for me. Because I cum for you so much, I’m going to cum for you so much…

And then the PA calls the name of my station and I snap back to reality. My panties soaked, my pussy aching for that orgasm. The one I owe you now. Sitting in my seat with a whole day of work ahead of me.

[[Deep breath]] I’ll see you the same time tomorrow morning then.