I hated the subway when it gets crowded. It just becomes uncontrollable and inhuman. I hated the way it made me feel about others and how they became just obstructions and hazards or dead weight that stepped on your toes, jostled you with elbows or passively tripped you as you tried to get past. All of that changed the morning I met Rachel.
I didn't notice her at first, just a shorter body pressed against my chest when the doors flung open and another surge of morning rush hour commuters surged onto an already overcrowded train. I lurched forward and nearly knocked her off her feet, She was too short to reach an overhead guide and too far from an upright so she was just trying to brace herself from the forward and backward momentum at every stop and the violent jostling at every station. Pretty soon I looked down and realised that she was bracing against me with raised fists against my chest pushed hard against me by three other bodies around her,
As I could see her plight I gently held her arm to keep her from falling backward. She looked up furtively and I smiled instinctively but still trying to look detached but kind. She now laid her hands flat on my suit jacket and gently held my lapels. I moved my hand to better support behind her tiny waist and she laid her head sideways against my chest. I could feel that as she was shoved from behind, she took refuge against my body. My cock stirred instinctively but I just cast it aside as morning horniness and started to think about taxes. She looked up and smiled at me and it was then I noticed she had been crying, an imperfection to an otherwise impeccably made up and attired professional woman. As she did, I lowered my head and gently kissed her eyes. She responded by meeting my lips with hers. I became aware of her breasts against my body and her hands now reaching up to my neck or inside my suit under my arm.
She sensed my bulging cock against her stomach and caressed it with her hand. As she thrust her open mouth up to mine, I felt a determined hand unzip my fly, pull out my cock and begin to stroke it. Again no one noticed or cared in the melee, either reading their folded papers, talking about the day on cell phones or lost in thoughts of life and the daily grind.
Rachel's demeanor totally changed as she pumped my cock. I pulled her head under my chin and closed my eyes holding on for dear life and hoping my legs didn't wobble or I'd cry out. I felt my cock pulse in her hand as it discharged who knows where. I mouthed an orgasm silently into her hair. I could feel her kneading my cock to get the last of the spunk into her other hand, holding my cock by the base to steady herself as she did.
As we hit the financial district stations, the crush of the crowd began to ease. She adroitly replaced my cock to my pants and raised the zipper, She looked up again and smiled, indicating she wanted a kiss, We did. She then smiled again and stepped back by a foot, held out her other dry hand and said 'Hi I'm Rachel!'
We often tell that story to friends and it still gets us hot after a few years of being together.