Public Masturbation on a Full Subway / I get but didn’t mind Caught [Exhibitionists]

It was rush hour, the subway car packed with the usual suspects: tired faces, slack jaws, bodies mashed against each other like sardines in a tin. I was wedged between a suited asshole and a woman in a red sweater, her legs crossed tight, skirt riding up her thighs. She caught my eye, a smirk playing on her lips. I couldn’t look away as she slowly unbuttoned her sweater, exposing her tits, heavy and round, nipples hard as diamonds. She started to rub them, her fingers twisting and pulling, a soft moan escaping her lips. I could see the wet spot growing on her panties, could smell her cunt, sweet and musky. She spread her legs wider, giving me a clear view of her hand slipping into her pussy, fingers plunging in and out, fucking herself right there in plain sight. The train lurched, and she let out a gasp, her body shaking with her orgasm, juices dripping down her thigh.

The suited prick next to me shifted, his bulge pressing against my arm. I looked up, saw him watching her, his breath coming in quick pants. She caught his eye, then mine, and laughed, a low, dirty sound. She stood up, her sweater falling open, tits bouncing with every step as she walked away, leaving us both hard and wanting. The doors slid open, and she stepped out, disappearing into the crowd. I looked at the suited prick, saw the hunger in his eyes. We both knew we’d just witnessed something filthy, something raw. And we both knew we wanted more. The train pulled away, leaving us to our thoughts, our cocks hard, our minds racing with the memory of her, of the public exhibitionist masturbation on the crowded subway.