First Experience on Subway Line 2
On weekday mornings at eight, the air inside a packed Subway Line 2 train was always damp and heavy.
I was a jaesusaeng, and under normal circumstances I should have left home a little earlier to head for the study room. But I'd overslept, and now my commute overlapped with the morning rush. I consoled myself that at least I had no morning classes that day. I had no idea what was about to happen.
Swept along by the surging crowd, my body was pressed flush against someone's back. Even then I thought it was nothing more than the usual exhausting jostle of the morning commute.
The woman standing directly in front of me had a generously curved figure and wore a neat navy blazer with an H-line skirt—classic office attire. Every time the train lurched, my body was forced against the line of her back whether I wanted it or not. In that dense, inescapable contact, the unmistakable sensation of my cock nestling firmly into the cleft of her ass came through with vivid clarity.
Oh god, please. Have I lost my mind?
I frantically recited the national anthem from the first verse to the fourth under my breath, but the irregular vibrations of the subway only turned into fine, relentless stimulation that made everything worse. The hard, uncontrollable presence of me was transmitting straight through the fabric of my pants to her. Trapped inside the jam-packed car, cold sweat slid down my spine.
If I'd known it would be like this, I should've jerked off beforehand… I never realized I was this backed up…
That was when it happened. The woman in front of me began to move—just slightly. It wasn't the motion of someone trying to get away. Instead she pressed her ass even deeper against me and started grinding with a slow, deliberate, almost hypnotic rhythm, as if she were confirming the full presence of my erection with her entire body.
I've never even been with a woman, and now I'm going to be mistaken for a molester and my life is over?
My mind went completely blank. The instant I decided I would get off at the next station no matter what, her right hand—hidden behind her back—slipped around, brushed lightly between my legs, and gave my balls a brief, deliberate squeeze before letting go.
A sharp jolt of electricity raced up my spine. Reality evaporated in a single breath; it was the kind of development you only ever saw in adult videos.
The moment the doors opened I bolted onto the platform like a man fleeing for his life. I was still trying to catch my breath and calm down behind a pillar when someone suddenly seized my wrist in a tight grip.
I turned. It was her. Face-to-face, she looked surprisingly young—fresh out of school, the air of a brand-new office worker just starting her career.
"Is there a problem?"
I asked in the stiffest voice I could manage, pretending ignorance. She locked eyes with me and whispered in a cold, secretive tone.
"If you don't want to go to the police station, you'll do exactly what I say."
My heart dropped. Terror at being caught red-handed left me silent as I followed wherever she led. We exited the station, turned into a narrow, quiet alley, and without hesitation she walked straight into an unmanned motel marked by a red sign.
I followed her through the automated check-in as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The second the door closed behind us, the air turned scorching hot.
She tossed her bag onto the floor and began stripping my clothes with rough, impatient hands. She pulled me into the bathroom, dropped to her knees, and took my already rock-hard cock deep into her mouth. The hot, wet slide of her saliva made my head spin. For a long while she carefully washed and sucked me with focused devotion.
"Nngh—wait a second—haaah…"
Startled by how one-sided it all was, I finally forced out a sound, but a single firm, terrifying sentence from her left me no choice but to submit quietly.
"If you don't want to be reported as a molester, shut up and stay still. Everything you did is on the subway CCTV. Want me to check?"
I became a mute idiot. Looking satisfied, she took hold of my cock and led me to the bed; I collapsed onto it without a shred of resistance. She climbed on top of me and hiked up her skirt. After peeling off her already soaked panties and tossing them aside, she lined herself up and slowly sank down. I was sucked into her hot, tight depths without a single gap. It was the first real joining of bodies I had ever felt in my life.
Until that moment I had been a complete virgin. I was so wildly aroused that every nerve in my body stood on end, yet the tension itself was so extreme that I couldn't come easily. She took every inch of my hardness, trembling through her hips again and again until she climaxed first and collapsed on top of me.
"Ohhh—haaah… it's incredible… you're still filling me up completely…!!"
After the storm passed she exhaled in satisfaction and lifted herself off me. Looking down, she saw that I was still standing at full, aggressive attention and asked with a puzzled expression,
"Huh…? You still haven't come…?"
"I… actually, it's my first time, so I was too nervous…"
Her eyes went round. A smile mixed with strange conquest and deep satisfaction curved her lips as she whispered,
"Then unnie will finish you off."
She went back to work with her mouth, careful and thorough, until a blinding white pleasure emptied my head and hot liquid pulsed deep into her throat in thick surges. It was the first liberation I had ever felt through someone else's body.
A little later I heard her quietly phone somewhere and say she wasn't feeling well and would take the day off. Listening to that call, a strange sense of conquest boiled up in me again. Not even ten minutes after coming, my cock was already rearing its head roughly once more.
She pulled back the blanket, saw it, and let out an incredulous little laugh.
"You… you've got some stamina, huh?"
This time she took a condom from the drawer herself, rolled it down over my cock, and climbed on top of me again.
"Heeung…! Hwaaang…"
Her already dripping pussy and my cock—still sticky from the first round—met with wet, slapping sounds that filled the room. My senses were so sharp I could feel every single fold of her warm inner walls, yet no matter how hard she rode me, the tension kept me from reaching climax. This time I truly wanted to pour every drop of myself deep inside her. I couldn't just lie there and let only her finish.
So I decided to try a position I'd only ever seen in dirty videos.
"Can you turn around and get on your hands and knees?"
Having already come plenty in the cowgirl position, she nodded obediently and lay face-down on the bed. From behind I gripped her hips hard, spread her pussy—slick with her own natural lubricant—and drove my rigid cock all the way in with one thrust. The strokes that followed were stronger and rougher than anything before. One hand locked on her waist, the other clamped around a full breast, I pounded her without mercy. The room filled with the dull, wet slap of flesh and her broken, melting screams.
"Haang, ah…! Wait—I'm gonna come—hnn!"
She cried out as if begging, but I didn't stop. For a full five minutes I drove into her like an angry wave until her back arched high like a drawn bow and her whole body collapsed bonelessly onto the sheets.
"Haaang, haang, ohhhhhh… nngh… heeung…"
Beast-like cries tore from her mouth while clear fluid gushed from her pussy. As if every nerve had melted, she trembled violently and burrowed into my arms.
"Hnn… what the hell are you? Did you take Viagra or something…? Haaah…"
Breathing hard, she rested her forehead against my chest and whispered,
"Honestly, when we first touched on the subway I turned around ready to report you on the spot if you were some creepy old guy. But then I felt that rock-hard cock against a face that still looked like a student's, and suddenly I just wanted to do something crazy. I never expected it would be this good."
She was so thoroughly satisfied that she opened up to a complete stranger as if I were already her boyfriend. The story she told went like this: her actual boyfriend had been her first, so she couldn't quite let go of him, yet sex with him was always unsatisfying. Size and firmness were disappointing enough, but he was also a premature ejaculator with zero stamina—one round and he was done. She would go home still half-aroused and frustrated, finishing herself off alone more often than not. That very morning she had met him and they'd had sex, but it had ended in barely a minute, leaving her in a state of extreme sexual frustration. Then she felt my cock insistently announcing itself on the subway and simply lost her reason, dragging me here.
"Today I really saw a whole new world… I never knew sex could feel this good… I honestly want to do it with you all day long."
She smiled in my arms as if she had gained the entire world.
After that day she broke up with her boyfriend. Until I enlisted in the military she became the hottest teacher a jaesusaeng could ever have—and the densest, most dedicated outlet for every ounce of my lust. The barrier of military service ended things naturally, yet even now, whenever I suddenly remember that morning rush-hour train on Line 2, a strange, electric thrill brushes past my ear, as if I had stepped into a single filthy, high-intensity erotic story and somehow walked back out again.