Friday. The train was packed this morning. No seats as usual but I was near a door so when I got to my stop, it would be easy to get out. For now, though, we were like sardines in a can. At least there were no bums on this train, mostly secretaries like me and business suites, and always the same faces and colognes.
It was him again. That tall dark haired guy with the glasses. I figured him for a lawyer, always carrying that expensive briefcase. He stood behind me, his front pressed to my back. I didn’t mind because he was so good-looking. It wasn’t the first time either.
My ass pressed hard against him when the train left the station. Every bump and sway of the train made me aware that he was so close. As I said, I didn’t mind. Another stop and no one departed but several more packed in with us. He was really close now, pressed tightly against my ass. I could feel him, aware that he was growing erect. His breath was warm on my neck and he seemed to breathe deeper.
Again, the train pulled away, pressing my ass against his crotch that he seemed to press forward. This stretch of track was particularly bumpy and I didn’t make it any easier on him. My ass swayed from side to side, just enough to let him know that I felt him. His moan was low but audible in my right ear. I pushed back a bit harder.
I felt his hand slide over my hip and around to my crotch. I didn’t resist. I wore a full skirt that ended mid-thigh. His fingers found the hem and pulled it up. No one would see. We were so close. I felt him cup my pussy. He found out I wore no panties. I found his zipper and worked it down. Trying to concentrate, his fingers playing with my soaked clit, I managed to pull his long, hard cock out. He was thick and his pre cum was slick.
Another bump and he was wedged between my asscheeks, rubbing my slit. I had to grab the chrome pole with both hands when my orgasm exploded. Struggling to not scream my pleasure to the world, I felt his cock sliding back and forth under my clit. I felt something warm and sticky on my thighs. It was thick and oozing down past my knees. I knew he just unloaded between my asscheeks.
The train stopped and he zipped up, “Next Friday then,” he said in a warm English accent.
