Dave was looking along the platform edge and cursing. He’d wanted to have left the office early today but his boss had other ideas, even though they had agreed on it in advance. He still managed to pull out an “urgent task” five minutes before he had planned to leave. Dave knew his boss did it on purpose, just as a power play, knowing full well that he couldn’t say no. He needed the job and his boss had him by the proverbial ‘short and curlies.’
So, instead of already being in the pub with his mate who had just come back home, he was faced with a packed tube station and he knew packed tube trains as well. He flicked around on his phone trying to find some music to make things marginally better when the announcement cut through:
“Please stand back. Next train approaching. Please let passengers off before trying to board the train.”
Fat chance of that happening; as the train pulled in people were already jostling to try and get on board. Dave joined in with the rugby scrum that was developing and managed to force his way into the train and was backed into a corner near a door. He was on at least and there was still a good chance he could make it back at a reasonable hour. He’d have to play catch up, and no doubt his buddy will force him to, but it was a price worth paying.
The train jolted off. Being wedged in the corner Dave was safe but he felt several bodies lurch into him. As the train kicked off again he felt people right themselves in the cramped environment and (was it?) it just felt like the brush of someone’s hand on his crotch.
Dave thought nothing further of it until about thirty seconds later he felt the hand brush his crotch again. This time it seemed the hand had been deliberately angling for his cock. His cock twitched in surprise at the intimate touch. Thirty seconds later the hand appeared again, this time the touch lingered for a little bit longer causing him to react accordingly. Dave started glancing around the people nearest to him but people were in their own little worlds and he couldn’t identify who was doing it, but it was definitely deliberate.
The hand reappeared but this time it caressed his every growing cock for a couple of seconds. Dave was beginning to enjoy the touches and they were coming more frequent and lingering more often. The hand was starting to feel his length and girth underneath his trousers, giving a little squeeze to feel how hard he was and cup his balls. It seemed to be flowing all around his crotch but in the tightness and confines of the train, nobody else could see what was going on.
As the hand moved over his cock again some space opened up and Dave glanced down to see a petite, feminine manicured hand caressing him. His cock throbbed in her hand as the fingers moved up and down over the bulge in his trousers. Dave’s eyes followed the hand to a petite lady standing in front of the two people directly facing Dave.
Just as Dave’s cock started to pulse in her hand, it pulled away and he could feel the train starting to slow down. They were at the next stop. Dave silently cursed his luck. He was left with raging hard-on in a packed train! The train came to a stop and there was the usual shuffle of people around him as the fight to leave or climb aboard happened all around.
People were pushing all around when he suddenly felt pressure up against him. He looked down to find the girl who had been touching his cock pushing her ass against it, slipping it in between her cheeks and gently grinding against him. Dave wasn’t sure why she was doing this; was she was mistaken or was this just a reward for putting up with his bosses bullshit? Whatever the reason, he didn’t want to do anything to break the moment or her rhythm.
The train had started up again and she was using the rocking motion to help with the grinding of her ass against his him. Dave couldn’t believe how hard he was feeling or how constrained his trousers and boxers were making him feel and, as though she read his mind (had he been shifting awkwardly?) she released the pressure that her ass had been placing on his cock and her hand reached round. He could feel her touching, feeling, searching for his zip. Should he let her go on? What were the consequences for him if he was found with his cock hanging out on a public train?
However, she took that decision away from him quicker than he could debate it, his zip pulled down in one swift and practised motion. He could feel her hand feeling around inside his boxer shorts, grasping at his length and working it lose out of his trousers. They were still packed into the train but she had enough room to work his cock out and moved her hand up and down his length a couple of times, gently twisting her hand over the top of his head at the apex of every stroke. All too soon her hand moved away. Dave let out an imperceptible guttural moan as it did, but he thought he heard a small giggle from the girl in response to this as she moved her ass back to rubbing his now free and hard cock.
Dave didn’t know how much longer he could hold on, the feeling of her ass against him, the rubbing up and down, the vibrations from the train. It was all getting too much for him. Right now he’d forgotten everything and everyone else around him, his sole focus was how he was working his cock between her ass cheeks. Just when he thought she could try nothing further he felt her deftly lift up her skirt and cover his crotch with it. He was now rubbing up against her bare ass cheeks, feeling the pre-cum leaking from him and lubricating between her ass.
Dave lowly moaned in appreciation and felt a little sigh and shudder run through her body. He couldn’t tell if she was wearing a thong or no panties whatsoever but in the next moment, his question was answered as she moved her hand to push his cock down between her pussy lips. She slowly started to rub the head of his cock against herself, Dave feeling the wetness from her coating his cock, her juices adding to the grinding of her pussy on his cock. Dave was holding back as much as he could but knew he was getting closer and closer to cumming, however, the tension that seemed apparent in the girl in front of him indicated that she could be close as well.
Dave knew he could have easily had just used his weight to push forward and move his cock into her waiting pussy, taken advantage and filled her up. However he knew he was just a passive participant in this and that would be wrong; she had initiated this, she had controlled all aspects and he was merely the lucky recipient of the actions being taken to get herself off.
His cock was moving over and over her pussy lips, greasing up more and more with the juices her sex was releasing. He felt her start to shudder just a small amount and then she clamped her thighs around his cock as her orgasm hit. Dave could feel her shaking slightly, knew that she was trying to control herself while at the same time enjoying the wave of pleasure that was passing through her. The pressure on his cock was too much and he felt it start to spasm.
One, two, three, four, five spurts of cum came from his cock. He must have been covering her pussy lips and skirt. He could feel her starting to move again as her orgasm subsided, mingling their juices around her pussy. She slowly started to move forward and feed his cock back to nestling between her buttocks again. He could feel her moving to allow their cum to coat her asshole.
Gently, almost guilty-like, she reached her hand back around and took his still hard cock and moved it back out from underneath her skirt. She placed it back within her trousers and zipped him back up. Dave could feel both his and her breathing coming through heavy, breathless, lustful.
Suddenly Dave was aware again of his situation, still on the train and with a leaking cock slowly spreading a wet patch in his boxers and trousers. He could feel the train slowing and come to a halt. Her hand moved back, gave his cock a brief stroke before her presence and pressure moved away from him. He saw the back of her head move forward and disembark the train. She exited as if nothing and happened and moved off with the crowd.
