It was one of those days. One of those very long days. It droned on endlessly in my cubicle at work, every hour more stressful than the one before. I was an invisible cog in my company’s wheel, although one that everyone seemed to depend on. I needed an escape.

The work day finally finished. I decided to enjoy a well-deserved subtle escape on the subway ride home. I ducked into the bathroom near my cubicle, pulled down my leggings and inserted my favorite remote-controlled vibe deep between my soft folds. I pulled the remote out of my purse, powered it on, and tested the vibe at a low level. It came to life, sending a light buzz of pleasure through my exhausted body, promising my subway escape. I paused the remote to walk across the street to the subway station entrance.

Once I caught my train, I settled into a seat and discreetly reached into my purse, finding my remote hidden near the top. I powered it back on, resuming the low buzz to begin my hidden excursion on the crowded rush hour train. I closed my eyes, alone in my own world, lost in the bliss of the low pulsation of my vibe.

Stress began to melt from me as the outer edges of a climax grew slowly from deep within my needy body. I felt my pussy furtively moisten. The train made the first two stops on my long journey home, picking up and dispensing riders, entirely ignored by me. My eyes remained shut, un-phased, settling into the bliss of my retreat.

I relished the moment, knowing the next stretch would be one of the longest between stops. My mind wandered, anticipating getting home to my favorite dildo to finish what I had started. I needed a good fuck. The low vibe was preparing me perfectly for it.

The subway train suddenly screeched with the sound of metal on metal before slamming to an abrupt stop, cruelly jolting me from the bliss of my escape. My purse toppled from my lap, spilling everything. Others around me in the crowded train slid or fell from the force of the stop. I quickly scurried onto the floor to collect everything back into my purse. Wallet. Sunglasses. Phone. Brush. It was all there. The remote! Where was the remote? I reached under the seats. The floor was grotesque. There was no remote. I grasped around other riders’ feet, confident it had to be close. It couldn’t have gone far. It had to be here.

I suddenly gasped in shock. My vibe rocketed to full strength in me. I gripped my subway seat to steady myself. The pace and depth of my breathing increased from the powerful effect of the vibe and disbelief at what was happening. I frantically stayed on the floor of the train, certain my remote had to be there. The train lunged forward, resuming the rush hour commute.

The force of the vibe slowly eased before increasing again, creating a powerful pattern of arousal. I was helpless to it. I sat back up in my seat, desperately scanning the nearby faces in the crowded train for anyone looking at me – for any obvious perpetrator. No one. Whoever it was knew what they were doing. My fingers gripped my seat again as the climax grew. My first inclination was to pull my dress up and my leggings down to rescue my vibe from the already wet folds of my pussy. That wasn’t an option in the crowded subway train. Fuck it felt good. My surveillance continued to no avail. Everyone was distracted by their phones, tablets, reading books, or in conversation. No one even looked in my direction. My nipples hardened from the growing arousal.

Subway stops came and went, and so did the rise of my vibe. Riders quickly exited at each station while others pushed in. The gradual intensifying patterns of my vibe relentlessly continued as if perfectly taunting me. I was not just being wrought to a climax but an undeniable, earth-shaking orgasm. Who is fucking me with my own vibe? Was it a man? A woman? Was it someone I knew? A stranger? I couldn’t deny the arousal of any possibility.

I looked up and caught the glint in his eye, and then his grin. I didn’t know his name. He was a regular on the train. We had even exchanged polite pleasantries. He flashed a smile and the remote in his hand.

I stood up to move toward him to retrieve it. As I stepped away from my seat, my vibe ramped up again to full power. My knees buckled. I grabbed the bar with a tight grip to steady myself. I was so close to climaxing right there. I sat down to stabilize myself for the impending orgasm. The vibe immediately eased. After recovering, I tried again, with the same response. My leggings were drenched under my dress. I mouthed “stop,” unconvincingly. He shook his head. The game continued in rapturous arousal, holding me on the very edge of an enormous orgasm.

As the train’s long journey reached only a couple of stations from mine, my vibe rocketed again to full power. My breathing panted. I looked up at him, lost in the moment.

“Now,” he mouthed from across the car.

I gripped the pole again with one hand and the seat with the other. The climax escalated to the point of no return. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I yelled, uncharacteristically loud enough for everyone to hear. “Fuck, yes! I’m cumming!” I screamed. The epic orgasm washed over me like a thundering waterfall. My body quaked uncontrollably in full display on the crowded car.

The subway train finally slowed and came to a stop at the station before mine. The vibe did too. I stood, my legs wobbly. He walked past me on his way to the opening doors. As he did, he dropped my remote into my purse. “I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did,” he said before exiting the subway, and disappearing into the crowd up the stairs.

“I did,” I muttered softly, too spent and relaxed for anyone else to hear. “I did.”