Getting a Little Behind

This episode happened while I was living and working in Washington, DC. I thought about it when I saw a recent post from another woman who let a man see up her dress on the train while riding home from work.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I liked living and working in DC. Riding the Metro was usually a great way to get to and from work and it was pretty affordable, too. It's just that some times, during the rush hours, the train could get pretty crowded. My stop was far enough down the line that I didn't always get a seat and would have to put up with the crowd until things thinned out.

On this one afternoon, the train was pretty full and I didn't get a seat. I had my purse slung around my neck and just held on. It didn't take very long for me to realize that the man behind me had an erection and was pressing it into my butt. I couldn't move away as the car was very crowded.

He whispered in my ear that he was sorry. He was so very polite and apologetic as he explained to me that the outfit that I wore that day was very attractive and he just loved seeing girls in plaid skirts. The movement of the car kept moving us against each other and he just seemed to get harder and harder.

His breathing was picking up and he began to hump me from behind. I could feel his bulge moving my skirt and slip up and down against my ass through my pantyhose. At first, I was very alarmed, but it didn't take me too long to appreciate the erotic possibilities as well.

I began to move in synch with him. I met his little thrusts with moving my own hips at the same time, creating a pleasant friction between us. He put his hands on my hips and guided my movements against him. It didn't take too long for him to hike my skirt up to my butt. I could feel his pants rubbing against my pantyhose and the increased friction seemed to turn him on even more.

By this time, I was getting pretty wet and needy too, but we were getting close to my stop, so I didn't try to relieve my poor pussy right there. He was thrusting harder now and I could feel him stiffen up behind me as he held me closer to him for a moment and then back off a little bit. I felt some warmth on my ass where he was rubbing against me and I could see a dark area on the front of his slacks where he still had a very visible bulge.

He looked a little shell-shocked as I turned away and pushed to the door to get off at my stop. I was a little shocked as well. I made my way to my apartment and to my bedroom where I began to take off my work clothes. As I eased my skirt and slip down over my hips, I felt a little coolness on my ass and touched myself there. There was definitely a wet spot and it wasn't just me. I could definitely smell semen.

That was the last straw for me. I yanked my pantyhose and panties down to get access to my pussy. I rubbed myself vigorously until I came and then I did it again, even harder!

This has become one of my favorite memories that I use whenever I jill. It will always get me off. I hope that it does the same for the guy in the train. I never saw him again!