Prejac Zach: Part 1 (Short) (Patreon)

The subway was tight with the bustling press of rush hour.  I squeeze in just to the right of the sliding door.  I could have waited for the next train but after a long day at work I just wanted to get home and chill as soon as possible.  Stepping in right after me is a voluptuous woman in her mid-forties wearing designer business attire.  I’d spotted her earlier on the platform, it was difficult to miss her.  With long raven black hair, clear icy blue eyes, the face of a starlet, and a curvaceous figure she had turned a lot more heads than just mine.  With the doors closing behind her she crams into the only space that was available…the sliver of a spot directly in front of me!

The next thing I knew I was pinned to the wall by this woman’s buxom body.  Her left breast was mashed into my chest and her thick thigh pressed tightly right against my groin.  To her credit she tries to put some space between us but with the car packed like a can of sardines she simply had nowhere to go.  I hoped she would shift the satchel she carried to put a layer between us but instead she places it across her own groin.  She tries once more to give me space but quickly gives up and settles in for the ride.  For my part I do what I always do on the subway, I ignore everything and listen to my podcast.

The door closed the train soon accelerates and the familiar gentle rhythmic rocking and shaking of the rails sets in.  Oh no!  Too late do I realize my predicament.  With the meat of this woman’s thigh rubbing directly on my groin my dick begins to grow.  I try to stop it, I try to think unsexy thoughts, but my overly excitable member had a mind all his own.

When it was at it’s full rock hard five inches the business woman smirks then quips in a posh British accent.  “Are you happy to see me or is that a baby carrot in your pocket?”

“Baby ca…what?”  I say, playing like I didn’t know what she was talking about.

She leans her weight into me, sandwiching my erection tighter between us to make sure that I knew exactly what she was talking about, then winks.  “Nothing.”

The train keeps on rocking and her thigh keeps on rubbing.  Oh fuck!  This was starting to feel good!  I twist and writhe, trying to shift the angle, but do what I will I could not get away.

Seeing me squirm she says in a low silky voice.  “It’s just an erection.  Calm down.  I’ll be off at the next stop.”

Unable to ignore such a direct call out I mutter meekly.  “I’m sorry Ma’am.”

“Ma’am?”  Her eyebrows raise, clearly impressed.  “Here I thought good manners were a thing of the past.”  Her blue eyes glimmer with a vibrancy of their own.  “What’s your name little man?”

Little man?  I might have been younger than her but being closer to thirty than twenty it had been a long time since anybody addressed me like that.  A heartbeat later I realize it wasn’t my age or physical stature she was referencing.  This stranger had just mocked my dick size to my face!  With that baby carrot quip she’d actually done it twice.  The arousal pressing into her surges as my penis flexes for all its worth even as my mind tells it not to.

Not wanting to be rude I clear my throat and mutter.  “Um, Zach.  Ma’am.”

“Zach?”  She says.  “Cute.”

Cute?  She thought my name was cute?  What happens next fills my heart with horror and my snug undies with hot cum.  My orgasm hits me hard and all at once.  My body bucks and I bite down on my lips to try to hold back the sound.  Try as I might a soft lilting whimper escapes me.  “Ohhhhh…”

Slowly her eyes widen and her ruby lips curl into a smile.  “Are you…cumming?”

I shake my head in denial but there is no way she didn’t feel my dick throbbing in long, hard pulses against her thigh.  This stranger, this beautiful older woman, watches my face with rapt interest as it contorts with humiliating pleasure.  Just as the automated voice announces the next stop and the train begins to decelerate I shudder as my nut ebbs off to a finish.  Through layers of clothes, from fully soft to completed climax, I hadn’t even lasted on stop.  My face burns with an intense blush as this pretty lady continues to stare at me with amused fascination.

“Was it good for you baby?”  She chuckles.

I lower my gaze, utterly ashamed, and mumble.  “Sorry.”

“That’s okay Zach.”  She says warmly.  “That is quite alright.”  Leaning into me she whispers into my ear.  “Some women like pathetic little prejacs like you.”

“Wh-what!?”  I gasp, not believing my own ears.  She did NOT just say that!  Did she?

“Mmm.”  She licks her lips and with a wicked twinkle in her eyes adds.  “In fact…some women LOVE them.”

The bell rings announcing our arrival at the next stop.  Taking a card from her satchel she tucks it into my shirt.  “I’m staying at the Crown Zenith.  Room 909.  Why don’t you swing by around 10?”

“P-p-pardon?”  I stutter, still not quite believing the words that were coming from her mouth.  “I-I-I’ve got a girlfriend.”

“Well good for you!”  She croons in a sexy, dusky voice.  “Bring her along.  I guarantee to show her a good time.”  She laughs.  “I’m sure she could use it.”

“What!?”

She winks and without another word heads off into the mass of humanity beyond the train.  Her long glossy black hair flowing behind her and her full round ass swaying back and forth in a confident stride she disappears in the crowd leaving me behind with a load of warm, sticky jizm soaking into my pants and slowly oozing down my leg.

Part 2