Not long ago. I guess when my monthlies began to ebb and fade, I did some things I now look back upon and realize how far out they were. One was in a subway car. After taking the same train from work, but very late that day I noticed a teenage boy, big and hot looking, with muscular legs, carrying a tennis racket and other things, He wore white tennis shorts and had a sweater wrapped around his neck and shoulders. I wished I was his age and if so, would go over and fuck him right there in the subway car. I guess I got carried away. I was sitting across the car from him, where the seats face each other.

He looked at me, and my graying hair, I guess. I imagined that I reminded him of his mom. We sat there, facing each other and I parted my legs and opened and closed my knees. He kept looking. Then, I pulled my skirt up a bit and reached down and pulled my panties aside and began to masturbate my pussy in front of the boy. He seemed excited and looked rapidly around the car, which was empty except for the two or us, He unzipped his tennis shorts, pulling a gorgeous, big and hard cock out, grinning at me. I wanted to take that cock and jerk it, suck it and have him slide it into me anywhere, in my pussy, up my ass, fuck my mouth, anything. Seeing the hard cock on the boy, I became hotter and agitated and slipped my middle finger deep into my vagina, moving it in and out, rapidly.

I said, "Come and fuck me," fairly loud, to him but the subway noise drowned out my words. I would wait until the noise settled a bit then would ask again as I rubbed my clit and now soaked pussy lips hard. My legs were now wide open for him. Just as the noise subsided, the boy began to shoot come. He shot several big strands of cum on the floor in front of him and moaned a bit. A couple landed near me. I thought of licking it off the floor. I wasn't yet close to coming but stopped rubbing myself after he shot his large load. I knew he was done for some time than. Two stations later, I got off.

That night, I masturbated to climaxes at least half a dozen times thinking of the kid's hard cock and his cum. I even used the big handle on my hair brush and pushed all of it inside me. I imagined the boy coming across and fucking my brains out on the seat. For some time later I remained late at work, sometimes, to take the same train but never saw him again. Thinking back, I cannot imagine ever doing that again. It took some kind of wildness that was really not me. If I was that wild all the time I would probably get fucked as much as I want to get fucked. I think of it a lot and might do a bit of searching on line for some good fucking that I badly need. I want it to be a young teen boy like him.