Train Story

ONLY FOUR MORE SHOPPING DAYS LEFT! The moving banner screamed at him, as he stood in the crowded station. The train came into the station, and screeched to a stop. The crowd surged forward to the opening doors. His arm was pressed from behind, and his hand was firmly pressed into the cleft of the behind of the woman standing in front of him. He started to apologize, but then a gap opened in front of her, and she stepped into it. Just before she did, for a split second, he thought she leaned back against his hand. Surely I must have imagined it, he thought to himself, as he followed her into the crowded subway car. The car was standing room only, and she grabbed a hanging strap over her head. He stood behind her, and as the train lurched, she spread her legs for balance. Once again, his hand was pressed firmly into her ass. This time she did not move away, but definitely pressed back. Emboldened, he slid his hand slightly downward, and felt where the strap of the thong disappeared between her cheeks. He extended his middle finger slightly, and was rewarded by her reaching back with her free hand, hiking the back of her skirt up, to give him more slack. The train slowed to a stop at the next station, and the man behind him got up to leave. He sat down, and as the train lurched again, she stepped backwards. She shifted her grip to the strap on his side of the car, and put her ass right at his eye level. Certain she was interested; he slid his hand slowly beneath her skirt, above her hose to the silky inner thigh. She bent her knees slightly, as if to say, Not so slowly; get your hand up here where I want it NOW, then straightened again. He moved his hand upward, and easing her thong aside, gently slid his finger from her anus across the perineum, and between the inner lips of her vagina. God, he thought. She was soaking wet, and very warm and slippery. He slid his hand further forward, and upward, till he felt her clitoris beginning to extend from beneath its hood. He could see her ribcage expanding and contracting, as if she was breathing very heavily, and he imagined how her nipples must have been crinkling with desire. His own desire was expanding as well, and he could feel the bulge pressing tightly into his jeans. He moved his hand slightly, so that his middle finger rested at the upper left quadrant of her clitoris, and he made very small movements with it, timing them to the rocking of the train. As the train brakes loudly squealed them to a stop at the next station, she shrieked, and her knees started quivering. The train slowed to a stop. She quickly regained her composure, and stepped away from him through the open door. He slumped back in his seat, feeling at the same time both frustrated and satisfied. As the train pulled out of the station, he passed his finger beneath his nose and inhaled deeply.