Not your average commute

The train's busier than usual... The familiar crowd on the platform push and shove their way into the carriage... But I'm not in the mood, can't be bothered to fight for a seat...I lean back against the wall of the vestibule...today I'm just going to stand, play on my phone.

A couple more stops and more people get on, edging their way down into the carriage... I move back against the wall, to let them past. You stop in-front of me, holding the handrail, bumping backwards into me as the train lurches off.

You glance round and mumble an apology... I'm taken by your slight smile, your glossy hair, and very aware of your scent, fresh, sharp... I glance back down at my phone.

The train lurches again, and you press back into me, moving slightly against me... This time, no apology, in fact, I imagine that I feel you shiver slightly...

Still trying to focus on my phone, I'm now aware of the pressure of your ass and lower back pressed against my crotch... I can feel my cock hardening involuntarily... I shift my hips slightly to adjust myself, but you follow my motions, moving yourself back against me...

I lean carefully forward into you, my hardness obvious, and pressed squarely against you... Again, that motion of your hips, gentle but urgent against me...

All pretence of playing on my phone now gone, I slip the phone into my pocket, taking the chance on running my hand over your hip... You shiver again slightly but don't make any move to brush my hand aside...

Another bump on the track and more pressure, you're actually rubbing yourself against me now...I'm struggling to keep my breathing even, I'm sure you're feeling my breath on your neck.

You put your bag on the floor, bending to retrieve something, and the motion presses my hardness between the cheeks of your bottom... Just a few layers of material between us...


You straighten up, not releasing the pressure. You stretch your arms and lift yourself onto the balls of your feet, rubbing upwards against me... I can't help letting out a small moan, as you ease down again, pressure directly on the tip of my cock, you stretch once more, and I slip my hand to your hip again, this time risking a swift but firm upward motion of my own, pressing harder against you, my hand moving swiftly and firmly over your right breast, feeling your nipple hard under your dress before returning to your hip...

You grind back against me harder, I'm holding your hip pulling you back as you rub deliberately, pressure building...

I can feel myself flushing... Struggling to keep my commuter face, all the while you grind back into me...

And then I'm cumming, on a crowded train, in my pants, pressed into a woman I've never met or seen before, and from the shudder, you are too...

The train slows as it nears the station, and you move forward releasing the pressure... You adjust your hair, and your dress, bend to pick up your bag, as you do, you reach behind and give my still-hard cock a firm squeeze.

The train pulls into the terminal, and you move through the doors, off into the crowd of commuters, not stopping, not looking back...

I'm speechless, but smiling and very messy!