I work in Reading, not the best of places to get to by rail and the train I get is always packed. Standing room only.
So, on the way home a couple of nights ago, it was more packed than ever, but the guard didn't seem bothered. We all crammed in and I was right up against a guy who was in the corner by the door. I didn't know which way round to face so I stood with my back to him. As the train moved and rocked I pushed up against him and, I admit it, it turned me on. In fact I got into it.
I allowed my mind to create a nice little 'fucked in a crowded train' scenario. Then, well, I felt his hands on my waist. He pulled gently and I backed against him.
He was obviously hard and pressing against my ass. Well, what the hell... both adults, right? We kind of got into a little rocking motion and then I felt his hands move away from my waist and up under the back of my skirt! He was stroking me over my tights and worming a finger between my thighs... again, I figured why not? I felt him scratching a little and then the unmistakable feeling of my tights being ripped a little. (I love this when I am getting laid.) Underneath, well, I was wearing not a damn thing. So his exploring fingers found my pussy. The rest of the ride passed in a mounting orgasm that reached fulfillment for me anyway between stations coming up to my stop. If he had got out with me I would have fucked him in the nearest station toilet. But he didn't.
I walked home wet as all hell and feeling really sticky. When I got home and slipped my skirt off, my tights were covered in sperm and so was the inside back of my skirt. I could still feel the residual feeling of his finger inside me... at least... I HOPE it was his finger!