Mr. Orange Line My four favorite words... "I'm about to cum". It was a Monday and as usual I was running late for work and had to face the chaos of catching the Orange Line from the Metro Center during nine o'clock rush hour. As the train slowed I quickly scanned the cars to see which one was the least crowded, no luck. Every car on the train was standing room only. I stepped on the second to the last car and made my way to the middle where I was sandwiched between two attractive brothers in business wear, one facing me and the other behind. I pulled my Coach bag across my shoulder and gripped the bar above my head with both hands. As we passed the first two stops instead of people getting off, more and more got on. The train was filled to capacity and the sophisticated brothers who had started out about two feet away from me were now literally on top of me. The first one to my front I analyzed as the quiet type, a definite introvert. He stood about 6"2 with flawless mahogany color skin and a slight mustache. He wore micro-plaid black and burgundy Nautica pants with a starched white shirt and a color-coordinated burgundy Nautica tie. His hair was short with little waves. I guessed at him being between twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He resembled Sean Patrick Thomas off "Barbershop" or "Save the Last Dance" and smelled good enough to eat. To this day I cannot place the cologne he was wearing but it was a cross between DKNY and Eternity. I thought to myself that I can really play with this situation and so of course I did. Upon departure from the second stop, the train jerked forward and I used it as an opportunity to fall into Mr. Nautica in front of me but instead of pulling away I remained pressed up against his front until I felt the bulge of his pants begin to rise and then I slowly backed off. I looked down at his dick as it grew in his pants and then stared straight into his eyes with my "I will turn your ass out" look. The expression on his face was at first of surprise but then of "lets get off at the next stop and get a room". At the third stop the train jerked again and I intentionally jolted back so my soft phat ass bumped against Mr. Business man's dick in back of me. He was a total extrovert, which I guessed based on his manicured nails, constantly ringing cell phone, and copy of Vibe he clenched to with bookmarks probably of pages with the female models he would get off on when he got to his office. He also stood over 6'0 feet extremely broad shoulders, light-brown skin and a semi-curly high and tight fade. He wore loose-fitting khakis and a power-blue shirt with khaki pinstripes. He appeared to be a mixture of possibly Black and Latino and sexy as hell. As the train proceeded down the rail, I took every bump as an invitation to bounce my ass against his now hard dick. The train was so crowded no one was able to see the seduction occurring right next to them. Even funnier, the men themselves didn't realize I was teasing both of them at once. With a hard dick pressed against my pussy and one pressed against my ass I rode down the rail until my front pleasure came to his stop and sadly departed. As he stood and watched my train pull away I saw him through the window staring at me and mouthing the words "tomorrow" while pointing to his watch. With Mr. Nautica gone I focused my energy on Mr. Pinstripe who I now refer to as Mr. Orange Line. The train had somewhat cleared but because of the traffic, we ended up at the back of the car with him against the back door. As I rubbed my ass against his dick I felt him slowly moving his hand up my thigh and under my A.S.L. Kasper skirt. His mouth was so close to the back of my neck I could feel hot moist air blowing in my hair and ear. When he moved his fingers up far enough to feel my garter belt his excitement increased. I hadn't worn my panties because of the summer heat and when his fingers rubbed around the outer lips of my pussy I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. With each bump he thrust his finger in and out of my pussy and when I came I pulled the bar overhead so tight the screws felt like they were loosening. When we approached the fifth stop he tried the conductors door and luckily for us it was unlocked. We slipped in and he sat down. I dropped to my knees in front of him and proceeded to unzip his pants and place his extra-long hot dick in my mouth. The more of him I tried to swallow the more he grunted and pushed my head into his lap until he grabbed a handful of my hair in one hand, a handful of my ass in the other and shook. He squirted and gushed through my teeth and down my throat with warm milky cum and I swallowed every drop. By the time we finished our escapade I realized we were back at Metro Center and going in the opposite direction. I got off, went home and called off sick with a pussy-ache.