Un desconocido en el metro de la CD-MX

 The doors of the metro closed and the car put into motion. Although I only had three stops left to reach my destination, the trip was taking longer than usual. It had been a complicated day at work and I was more tired than normal. I tried to distract myself by looking at my phone, but there was nothing interesting left to see, so I killed time by looking at the other passengers and wondering who they were, where they came from, and all that. The metro started slowing down until it stopped, and the doors opened again. Three people got in through the door right in front of me, and after a short while, I realized that a boy was staring at me. He seemed to be around 30 years old, but looked young. He had short, dark hair and a small, dark beard with reddish tones on his chin. His eyes were green and he had a lively gaze. He wore a black jacket and blue jeans. When I caught him looking at me, I turned away, thinking he would do the same... but when I glanced back after a few seconds, he was still staring at me. This time, I held my gaze for a bit longer, and he smiled. It was a warm and close smile, and without even realizing it, I returned his smile. He looked away this time, and during the remaining stations, we kept looking at each other more intensely until I arrived at my stop. As soon as the metro stopped moving, I raised my eyebrows and smiled, probably to say goodbye, and opened the door while still looking at him. When I got off, I realized he had gotten off too and was following me a few steps behind. I walked a bit slower until he caught up beside me, and we continued walking together in silence. I'm not sure what made me decide, but I bypassed the stairs where I should have gotten out and headed towards the bathroom with the stranger by my side. What would I do? Would he divert himself, wait outside...? I entered the ladies' bathroom and, to my surprise, he entered behind me. I stayed a bit perplexed and didn't know what to do, and he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me into one of the stalls with him before closing the door. My breathing was very agitated and I realized that my heart was beating very fast. He slid his hand from my shoulder down to my back and quickly lowered it with his fingertips until he placed his hand on my butt. I raised my hands, put them on his belt, and pressed his body against mine. I noticed a huge bulge in his pants and felt an enormous excitement growing in my stomach and between my legs. He brought his hands to my belt, unbuttoned it, and lowered both my pants and underwear at the same time. I was nervous and excited at the same time, but practically frozen: I didn't know what to do or how to react. He gently pushed me back, put his hands on my ankles, and slowly got down while directing his face towards my crotch. I opened my legs and felt his lips softly brushing against my vagina, kissing it slowly and feeling his warm saliva in it. These soft kisses gradually gained strength and I felt his tongue opening up between the folds of my vagina until it went inside. A muffled groan of pleasure escaped me and, with my hands, I grabbed his head and pressed it against my vagina. I felt his tongue exploring my interior, rubbing against the contour of my hole and deepening into it more and more quickly. I was completely wet and felt my fluids mixing with his saliva. He brought one hand to my vagina and inserted two fingers in it while, with his lips, he caught my clitoris and moved his tongue around it in circles. His fingers entered deeply and left my vagina, and his tongue gave me more pleasure than my body could bear. Then I pushed him away with my hands and made him get up. He looked a bit perplexed until... He understood why he had done it: I unbuckled my belt and, this time, I was the one who got down on the floor. I lowered his pants and boxers and let his penis out: it was big, thick, with marked veins and muscles and completely wet. I closed my eyes, opened my lips, and leaned forward until I felt the tip of his penis rubbing against my lips. I opened my mouth and let his penis slide smoothly between my lips and over my tongue. It had a delicious taste and its warm flow mixed with my saliva. With my tongue, I searched for the tip of his penis and started to circle it and explore it, first softly and then faster. I put all of his penis in my mouth until there was no more room left: I felt the touch of his penis inside my cheeks and its thickness on my lips, and I heard him gagging with pleasure. Then, I started moving my head as his penis went in and out of my mouth, sliding effortlessly over my lips, getting faster and faster. I noticed how his penis tensed up and his whole body tensed along with it, and then I felt his body shudder and his penis spurt out sweet and delicious semen right onto my tongue. I savored it as I kept moving my mouth and his penis kept spurting more and more until my tongue and mouth were full. His penis pulsed strongly and his body shook between gagged cries of pleasure. Slowly, his penis stopped spurting and I, after savoring that sweet prize so well, swallowed it. I pulled his penis out of my mouth and stood up while licking my lips. His face of pleasure crossed with mine again: we looked at each other for a few seconds and then put our clothes back on. I left the bathroom first while he buckled his belt: we looked at each other one last time, smiled, and I turned around. I left the bathroom, left the station, and although I spent the rest of the day thinking about him, I never heard from that unknown guy in the metro again and if he reads this, contact me, BUNNYLOVER.