She blew me on the subway

The first time a woman licked my cock I came all over her face in less than 2 minutes.

 

Blow jobs have never been the same as that first time.

 

When I felt her hot breath and soft lips touch the tip of my penis I was instantly overwhelmed with pleasure.

 

The experience was exhilarating, not just because her soft touch caressing my cock was such a new sensation for me, but also because I was sure it was the best wet dream of my life. It couldn´t be real.

 

I was 15. That night there weren´t many passengers in the subway. Just hobos and bums probably. People that didn´t have a warm home to run to during a way too long and way too cold winter night.

 

Where was I going that night?

 

I don´t remember. I think I was at my friend Louis’ house. When you are a teenager every day is the same as the last. We played a little football at the courts, watched TV, ate stale potato chips and shared beers that we stole from his father´s fridge while we talked about sex.

 

What do two teenagers know about sex?

 

Absolutely nothing!

 

But we talked about sex all the time. We shared our favorite porn movies, playboy magazines and imagined what it would be like to fuck our neighbor Susan.

 

Louis was always more aggressive with the girls than I was. He was a lot more buff and had just enough facial hair to look at least 2 years older than me.

 

That night he told me about the night that his cousin let him touch her huge breasts. Her tits were incredible. Everyone in our class had fantasies with her bouncing boobs.

 

What did they feel like? – I asked.

 

They felt like hot bread dough.

 

What did you do?

 

I caressed her breasts and squeezed them. She made me pinch her hardened nipples, they were pointy and firm. She told me to push her tits together and I moved my fingers over her goose-pumped skin as I squeezed them like huge warm apricots. I could hear her panting slightly as she grew more and more excited. Her soft breath against my ears was driving my mad.

 

And then what happened?

 

Louis smiled silently. Nothing. I won´t tell you.

 

Come on, man! What´s the point of telling me the first part if you are not going to share the end? Did she let you cum on her tits?

 

Louis laughed maliciously.

 

She unbuttoned her shirt slowly. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to burst out of my pants.

 

Oh man, did you see them? What color are her nipples? Was I right?

 

Louis and I always used to try to guess what color a woman’s nipples were. It was exciting to imagine their naked breasts and try to guess: would they be pink or brown? Dark or light? I was quite good at guessing.

 

Yeah, they were pink and perky, like warm lollipops.

 

I laughed a little then. Like lollipops? Did you lick them?

 

Maybe. Louis was eating potato chips with his eyes closed. A warm glow flooded his face suddenly as he remembered his cousin’s incredible tits.

 

I didn´t lick them. My mother called us to dinner when I was about to take off her bra. But I´m going to fuck her soon, Rico. I´m going to nail her against the wall the next time she comes to visit. And she´s going to scream with pleasure as she feels my hard cock ramming into her. I can almost hear her already.

 

Louis put down his potato chips and grabbed the pillow next to him, he jumped off the couch and ran to the wall so he could show me how he was going to pin her against the wall, open her legs with his hands and caress her. I can still remember that scene so clearly. Louis was humping that pillow like his life depended on it. He was so serious about it.

 

I was convinced Louis knew so much about sex. I didn’t know anything. I was convinced that was what fucking looked like. And I was ashamed that I didn´t have any stories to tell.

 

Louis was about to become a man. He was about to pin his cousin against the wall and jam his penis into her with sharp violent movements as if his dick were a hammer and her pussy were the nail.

 

Now I know Louis didn´t know shit about pussies and tits.

 

He probably made up all the stories he told. Because that night I learned a lot about what sex really was.

 

A few hours later I had a strange woman’s mouth around my penis. While she grabbed my cock and masturbated me letting her spit lubricate my hard cock so much I was convinced I had already cum I was sure I would never be able to tell Louis about this. He wouldn´t believe me.

 

I´ve never cum like a came that night, again. I was so drunk with pleasure I didn´t care about the mess. I didn´t care about her. Did she feel pleasure? Would she like what I could do to her? Would she cum? None of that mattered.

 

At first I think I was trembling. If she noticed she never made any signs of it. She looked me in the eyes as soon as she got in the train. She sat right in front of me. All the seats were empty. But she chose to sit right in front of me. And she crossed and then uncrossed her legs while she pretended to look the other way and twirled her long hair around her fingers as if she were busy thinking about something important. I stared at her crotch for what seemed like hours. Her panties were hot pink and I could see the flowery lace and the large pussy opening itself to me. I thought I was imaging it. I didn´t make any effort to disguise my lascivious glances at her pussy.

 

She opened her legs a little more.

 

And started caressing her thigh with her right hand.

 

What would a pussy taste like? I was anxious to find out. When I was about to burst of excitement, my hard cock pressed against my boxer shorts so tight, she stood up slowly and walked straight towards me. She knelt down in front of me and unbuttoned my pants without saying a word.

 

Her hands swiftly grabbed my cock, and her mouth was covering my penis so fast I didn´t have time to react.

 

Did she like my hard cock?

 

She sucked it so hard and grabbed it with so much insistence I thought it should hurt. But instead I felt a hot wave of excitement as the blood rushed to my penis, swelling it so much it pointed straight up like a cannon begging to shoot cum all over everything.

 

It never occurred to me that someone could be watching as I sat there. I couldn´t take my eyes off our reflection in the dark mirror that the subway windows became as we entered the long tunnels that would take me home.

In the shaking Plexiglas mirror, I saw myself and didn´t believe what was happening. Was that my cock in her mouth? Was this really happening?

 

Fuck, I couldn´t remember her face even if I saw her right in front of me. But I remember her hands, her long fingers and soft touch. I remember her strange finger nails, a rounded nail with large cuticles; she shoved her fingers in my mouth and urged me to suck on them while she slowly moved her tongue around the tip of my penis.

 

Do you like that?

 

I couldn´t even answer. It was the first time I heard her voice.

 

Do you like that?

I barely managed to say yes.

Yeah. Yup. Yes

 

What could a 15 year old virgin say to such a hot woman while she blew him on the subway? Should I ask her name?

 

I came so fast she barely had time to react, her face was covered in my cum and she smiled, satisfied with her perverted efforts to seduce a lonely teenager.

 

I think I was incredibly terrified and incredibly excited at the same time.

 

Sometimes when I remember that night, I feel the need to get on the subway again. A Sunday night, maybe. Past 2am. To see if I find her again. A freckled brunette with strange finger nails, smiling at me. Her mini skirt barely covering her short legs, and her blouse slightly transparent.

 

Where was she going that night? Could I see her again?