That day the platform was extra crowded because of delays, and so to avoid being late, I had to squeeze on behind this large lady. I barely made it on...myself, so I was irritated when, as the doors were whooshing shut, this young man shoe-horns himself in behind me. His body was plastered against mine, and I could feel his junk crushed against my behind. But I thought it was an accident. When I craned to look behind me, he was a nicely dressed, pretty good looking white guy who didn’t seem like. “Roll over” I told him, and he did so. (I did not note then, but did remember later, that he never seemed to show any sign of pain, or muscle strain; he rolled back and forth pretty easily!)As I continued the dry massage on his bare back, noting the hairs that sprouted on his back above his jockey waistband, he asked if it wouldn’t be easier with some lotion. He reached under his bed and pulled out a big bottle of Intensive Care; it was pretty well used (his JO lube I wondered?) I squirted. Our rhythm was in perfect sync. As she finger fucked herself harder and faster, I would stroke myself harder and faster. "Oh fuck, I want that cock of yours," she hissed. "Do you mind if I suck on it?"I released my grip almost immediately for two reasons. One, I really wanted her to suck my cock, and two, because hearing her say that almost made me cum right then and there! She got down on her knees and spread my legs. She gently grabbed my cock between her fingers and started admiring my. Unable to resist putting her mouth to the lip print as she went up the stairs to the hotel. The 19-year-old bellhop that went up to the room with her was flirty like most boys his age; the kiss sh gave him convinced him to come back when he was off shift 45 minutes later. He left her room about 2:00 a.m. wondering how he was going to explain it to his wife. Anna suggested that he start with a kiss. Anne prepared the placemats for the presentation she was giving on the next say. She had a stack.