Reasons Porn is Better Than Sex: Real Women Don’t Have Sex on the Subway

I was on the subway a while ago, watching TV on my phone but glancing up to scope out the women getting on whenever we stopped. (Don’t think that I was just doing this because I'm a porn connoisseur, and therefore a pervert. The reality is that I was doing it because I’m a dude, and we all do this. Some of us are more subtle about it than others, but we all do it.)

One girl who got on was pretty hot, and her short-ish skirt showed off her legs to good effect. As the ride continued, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she was checking me out, which was flattering, though it’s not like I was going to act on it in any way. It did occur to me, however, that things might have played out differently if I lived in a porn movie.

Real Life	Porn
I glance up from my phone to see a well-dressed, sexy woman enter the train.	I glance up from my phone to see a well-dressed, sexy woman enter the train
As my glance falls back to my phone the woman sits across from me	As my glance falls back to my phone the woman sits across from me
I continue watching TV on my phone, as she glances around the subway car	I continue watching TV on my phone, as she gets my attention by subtly shifting her legs further open
	I glance up to find her gazing intently at me, and slowly moving a hand up and down her thigh, just centimetres from hiking up her skirt but not quite crossing the line
	I turn my phone off and slide it into my blazer pocket. She’s got my attention now.
	She’s teasing me. She reaches up her other hand to touch her bottom lip with her elegantly-manicured finger. I almost maintain a straight face, but let through a subtle, knowing smile.
	She gets up and comes over to sit beside me. Her hand is now on my thigh, and it’s instantly obvious to her through the thin fabric of my suit pants that I don’t mind at all. “Are you going far?” she asks. “As far as I can,” I reply.
	Losing all pretense of propriety, she undoes my zipper and slips her hand inside. “You can go as far as you want,” she whispers into my ear. Then, without waiting for a response, she frees my cock and leans down to take it in her mouth.
I continue watching TV on my phone.	She moans around my cock. Sucking me is obviously the most enjoyment she’s had in weeks. I notice a girl further down the subway car has hiked up her skirt to straddle her boyfriend cowgirl style, and is fucking him with purpose. Another girl, across from us, has hoisted up her skirt and is slowly working her own clit with her finger, as she watches my cock get sucked. Miraculously, the subway is otherwise empty, even though it’s rush hour.
	The young couple down the way continue fucking furiously. She’s moaning and occasionally crying out. Her shirt is hiked up so that he can take her breasts into his mouth. My woman stops sucking my cock to get up and cross to the girl across the way, who was fingering herself. She begins licking the girl’s pussy. She also hikes up her skirt and presents herself to me, so I get up and push into her, doggy style.
	The young couple has changed position; she’s now lying back across a few seats, and he’s fucking her missionary. The girl who had been fingering herself, and is now getting eaten out, has opened her shirt so that her perfect (manufactured) breasts are pointing magnificently toward the ceiling. She’s past caring about anything but her pussy; her eyes are closed and her head is back; her fingers are in my woman’s hair. (I should have given her a name, but this is porn and people don't always get names in porn.) I’m fucking my woman with all I’ve got, grasping her hips with both hands.
I continue watching TV on my phone.	Don’t subways usually stop? It’s been a long time since we stopped anywhere...
When I take a better look, I notice that the woman isn’t checking me out at all; she’s just glancing around the subway. She’s also bouncing her legs quite a bit; she’s obviously nervous about something. I take a moment to wonder what she’s nervous about. Is she on her way to a job interview? Maybe getting a medical test result? It’s probably not a date, too early in the day for that, but who knows? Maybe she’s got a breakfast date or something.	The three ladies – who are now completely naked, though I don’t remember them taking their clothes off – gather together, and the other guy and I come and blow our loads on their faces and chests. The girls are overjoyed by this. Being covered in cum is apparently one of their favourite activities. They start kissing each other, and licking cum off of each other’s faces and breasts.
My stop comes, so I put my phone’s video player on pause and leave. I don’t think of the woman again until it’s time to write this post.	Nothing happens after this point; I don’t even get off the subway. The scene just fades to black, the last image we see being the girls kissing and fondling each other. Porn scenes never have a denouement, they just end.

I’m not saying that this is how I wish the scene would have played out. Just that real life is usually a lot more boring than porn is.