i guess most girls have had the experience of someone pressing up against them in a crowded situation....maybe in a theatre foyer, perhaps, or a train. Because British train services are, to put it mildly, fucked, it is rare to find a seat these days, and the popular routes, even off peak hours are cramped....still....that's not to say some fun can't be had.
option one. You feel someone pressing against you n a sexual manner. You can scream blue murder "Get away from me, you fucking pervert!" If, like me, you happen to have "dressed young" for the day, you can add "I'm only 14 you fucking paedophile!" That normally does it. Option two. You feel someone pressing against you, and you like it. There's no real out and out danger....you're in a packed railway carriage for fucks sake....so, you can always sit back and enjoy it. I realised it was the back of his hand against my bum. It was the knuckles that gave it away. Now most guys will move their hand away, but he didn't. In fact, I felt his finger flex down to the hem of my skirt. So, remember, two choices....I opted for the second one and did and said nothing. His fingers stroked my tights....and then moved between my thighs which, at that point were firmly clamped together. Choice time again. I eased the pressure by slightly shifting my feet. Clear consent, which he took. Next, I felt his fingers exploring up, higher and higher until he came to my bum. Of course, he had lifted my skirt, but my back was towards him and no one could see a damn thing. Then again, choice time. I pressed back, just slightly, and at the same time raised myself up onto the balls of my feet. This put his fingers between my legs and exactly where I needed them. He knew. I knew he knew. His fingers began pushing backwards and forwards over my tights and panties and eventually curled round to my clit.....ohh fuck....that was horny! Then he began scratching....it wasn't long before he had hooked a finger nail into the mesh of my tights and I felt a small rip. Now, directly on my wet panties, he began searching for my hole. It took him a while before he managed to get his finger in the leg hole of my panties and inside me. Meanwhile, mainly because I am a clitoral girl at heart, I had slipped a hand between my legs and was massaging my clit over my clothes. The secrecy of it was so intense, and I hadn't even seen him. His finger probed around inside me and I pressed back using the motion of the train to the fullest effect. I felt myself ready, and allowed myself to cum on his finger and into my panties. He sensed my orgasm and withdrew the finger. At which point, I turned round a full 180 and found myself looking into the scared, blushing face of a teenage boy. About 18, so not much younger than me. So, my turn. I reached between us and found his bulge in his trousers. The zipper was down in a second and I had what felt like a lovely firm cock in my hand which was already wet with pre cum. Wanking him off didn't take long at all. He told me he was going to come with a simple but unmistakeable "ohh" I cupped my other hand over the head of his cock and felt his spurts hit my palm before falling back into my wanking hand. I'm good at making boys cum and have done this before. The end result was most of his load in the palm of one hand and some stickiness in the other. I let him watch as I licked it off my hands and he zipped up. It's been a very long time since I've tasted sperm, and I must admit, I miss it. I never knew this guys name, nor did I care really. He chanced his luck, and fortunately for him, he picked the right girl.
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