Thanks to Rocko23 for inspiration for this one.
“So let her watch!”
The dark girl giggled and tossed her head. She straddled the young man’s lap in the rocking tube car. Jason peeked around the curtain of her long straight raven hair at the only other occupant of the car, a redhead, pale-skinned compared to Kiran’s cocoa coloring, but otherwise much like them - young, headed home at 3 am after a long night of clubbing, perhaps more than a little drunk. Also like Kiran, she was rather daringly dressed, and her body was both slender and curved. She’d gotten on one stop after them back in the city, with a mate, who’d gotten off two stops ago.
She looked back at him, and smiled. There was something in her eyes, but he wasn’t sure whether it was flirtatious or something else. Whatever it was, she acted on it - while Kiran buried her face in his neck and rubbed her tits in his chest, the redhead braced her back against her seat and lifted her hips so that she could slide her tiny panties down her thighs. She smiled at him and bit her lower lip as she raised one high-heeled foot with her panties around her ankle. Her skirt was as short as his girlfriend’s - the lower half of whose ass was on display now - and he could glimpse her pussy in its shadow. He wondered for a moment about cctv, but this was a line with old cars and old drivers. No one was watching.
“Mmmmmmm, you’re so hard!” Kiran said, still not bothering to lower her voice. Jason still watched the other woman, across the aisle, halfway down the car. Her legs were closed now but she’d opened a blouse button and her shoulders were back. He could see her tits sway beneath her top with the vibration of the car. Kiran’s fingers closed around his cock. He felt her thumb rub its head through his trousers. The redhead watched them intently.
They slowed, came into an empty station, shuddered to a stop with brakes squealing. It was a summer night, hot and humid by London standards. No air con on this line.
“Did she get off?” Kiran asked. Her voice was husky. Jason knew the signs. Kiran wanted to fuck, and soon.
The redhead answered herself. “Not yet,” she said, and in a way that made clear the words had two meanings. She stood, and walked toward them as the car started again, her hand on the rail above to steady herself.
Kiran half-twisted on Jason’s lap. The redhead touched her hair, then her face, then leaned over and kissed her, tongue tracing the Indian girl’s lips.
“I’m Shannon,” she said. Her accent was Irish. Belfast, Jason thought. “You two make a lovely couple. But -” she slipped another button - “might you be interested in a third?”
Kiran’s hand tightened on Jason’s cock.
“Hullo, Shannon,” she said. “Did you strike out in the clubs tonight?”
Needlessly cruel, Jason thought, but Kiran could be that way. Shannon ignored the question, but there was a flicker in her green eyes. Kiran had hit the mark. Despite her beauty, Shannon was going home alone and she didn’t like it. Not a woman accustomed to not getting what she wanted.
“You a bird who likes other birds?” Kiran asked with a smile-not-smile. “Or are you after my man’s cock?”
Shannon touched her dark hair again, and tugged it, just a little. “Both,” she said. Her tone was part proposition, part challenge.
Jason could hardly breathe. Did this really happen, in real life? Kiran was a wildcat in bed, but this Shannon exuded erotic force. Both of them, at once? Incredible. Please, God.
Kiran stared at Shannon. Jason knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her big brown tits were high and firm, hardly even needing the shelf in her satin top for support. He watched her nipples stiffen against the smooth red material, pushing against it enough that the entire circles of her huge dark areolas were discernible. Shannon wore a bra but not much of one. Her neckline was open enough to see it was really just a lacy item to display her tits, a demi-cup out of which her big pale globes bulged. Both women were breathing a bit harder now.
Kiran stood up. The train slid into the next station, an outdoor platform, dark and deserted.
“Fuck off, bitch,” she said. “He’s mine alone. I don’t share.” Her east end accent was a bit thicker when she drank.
“What’d you call me?” Shannon said.
Kiran smirked. “Irish bitch,” she expanded. The train lurched into motion again. Her breasts bumped the redhead’s. “Go home, girly. Play with yourself. Leave ‘is cock to me.”
Shannon showed Kiran the panties in her hand, and then draped them over Jason’s head.
“What’s your name, love?” she asked.
“Jason,” he said. “And Kiran.”
“Let’s have Jason decide who he fucks,” Shannon said. It sounded a bit like ‘fooks.’ “What’d’ya say to that - Kiran?”
“A threesome would be fun,” Jason ventured. Kiran glared at him for an icy second.
“What part of ‘go home’ didn’t you get?” she said to Shannon. The train ground to a halt. This time it was Shannon’s breasts that bumped Kiran. The tinny driver’s voice said something about delay, an object on the tracks. He didn’t sound like he cared that much.
Shannon smiled at her and turned to Jason. She sat on his lap, facing him, just as Kiran had been moments before. “He wants to fuck me,” she said. “That’s very plain. So whyn’t you go home and play with yourself? Bitch.” She opened her blouse another button and arched her back. The pink nubs of her erect nipples popped above her bra cups. They were a full inch long. Jason wanted to suck one deep in his mouth. Shannon was rubbing her pussy on his hard shaft, only a tiny motion but enough to drive him mad.
Time froze. The narrowness of the old tube car grew more claustrophobic, the reflections of its curved dark windows more distorted. Jason knew he should do something to reject the sexy Irish girl but he was paralyzed and in the lizard root of his brain he saw this as Kiran’s fault. She’d asked for it.
“Get up, and get out,” Kiran said. A dark swath of her hard stomach showed between her skirt and her top. Her voice shook with fury.
Shannon laughed. “The train’s fucking stopped,” she said. “And if I get up, it’ll be to kick your brownie arse. D’ya want that?” She unzipped Jason and freed his cock with nimble fingers. “You notice I invited him to choose and he didn’t choose you. Why don’t you simmer down and watch me suck him off. You might learn something.”
The sheer arrogance of the white girl set the explosion off in Kiran. Her hands plunged into Shannon’s lush auburn hair, and she dragged her up and flung her into the seat opposite.
“Jesus, Kiran!” Jason said.
Shannon stood. The two of them in the car aisle were nose to nose. She turned and walked to the center of the car, where the door and the chipped yellow stanchion post stood.
“Right, then,” she said. Stuck as they were, the car was nearly silent, and growing hotter by the second. “Come fight me.”
