[F] [exh] [nc?] Lost in Thought

Lisa felt the warmth of two fingers running up the back of her leg. She wondered if they would stop if she screamed; but really, she wondered if she wanted them to stop. They continued caressing her thighs for a moment, before finding their way upwards, reaching under her pleated skirt, massaging at first, but then grasping at her buttocks. The touch felt foreign and aggressive, yet she couldn’t help but to lean back into it, giving her unknown assailant even more to grasp at.

As she stood in the middle of the train car, she glanced without moving her head to see if anyone else around her had noticed her situation. If she tried to lurch forward, she would land on the man dozing in front of her on this early morning commute. She was closely surrounded on all sides by others in their normal morning ritual, sipping coffee or reading news on their phones. As the hand grew bolder, rubbing along the gap between her inner thighs, Lisa felt not only vulnerable, but also a bit excited. As the fingers began working their way along the bottom of her black panties, she became undeniably aroused, her body betraying her mind as the situation evolved. Or was it?

There was a part of her that loved this. The part she had always shut down, and told to wait for a different opportunity – whether it was her education or career, Lisa had always focused on anything she could, except her own physical desires. Perhaps it was her upbringing, or a poor role model, but she had always felt ashamed of the things she really wanted. That kinky part of her brain had often suggested to her that she find a lover and have a grand public display for all the world to see, but she never even considered the idea of it happening with a stranger, or without her consent. But with every second her pussy throbbed against the fingers moving up and down her slit with increasing speed, this reality sounded more and more appealing.

Finally, the hand found its way forward, as two fingers split around her clit. Lisa almost let out a squeal of pleasure, but kept it in for fear of how the rest of the train car would react. She still saw no real notice from those in sight, the world around her preoccupied in their matters while she inched towards climax in front of them. The fingers rubbed her clit with vigor and intensity – it was clear what they wanted. Her breathing became shorter and harder to control as every part of her body responded to the touch. It had been months since Lisa had invited any man to perform like this, and few did it with this level of skill even when she offered herself fully. She grasped the safety rail above her harder as her legs began to fail at their duties.

“Oh God,” she said quietly, no longer able to keep her mouth closed. A low moan escaped her. “I’m going to…”

“DING DING. The train is now arriving at Metro Center Station. DING DING.”

The train announcement bell brought Lisa back from her intense fantasy. She looked around, shocked, realizing where she was. Holy shit, she thought to herself. She had never had a daydream like that, especially an erotic one. As she collected her thoughts, she realized that several of those around her were looking at her with a mild curiosity. She suddenly could feel how warm her body was. Looking up into the reflection in the dark glass of the train car, she could see her face was flushed. How deep was I dreaming, she screamed internally. That’s when she felt the slightest drip of liquid running down her leg, her arousal shared by her dream and the waking world letting her know the answer. Grabbing her bag, she immediately got off the train even though her stop was next. She could use the fresh air…

The work day went by with a painful slowness. Her embarrassment from today’s commute followed her through the day, although she didn’t see anyone from her office on the train thankfully. That didn’t stop her from spending her lunch alone in her office though, just in case. After an afternoon of agony in meetings, she decided to wait around the office an extra twenty minutes and catch the next train. Just in case any regulars on the 9-to-5 recognize the crazy lady who got off on the morning express, she figured.

Lisa’s train ride back to her condo was spent very focused on not daydreaming again. Forcing into her mind any subject she could besides the topic of sex. She had been in a dry spell for quite some time now, and wondered if her body was sending the message a bit too hard. I’ll fire up Tinder tonight, fine she bargained with herself. As people brushed by her exiting the train car, she finally felt blissfully invisible again.

As she stepped into her living room, she took off her blazer to start slipping into something more comfortable. Much to her surprise, however, a piece of folded paper dropped out of the jacket pocket. I don’t remember writing anything down for later, she thought as she reached down to get it. Had she left it in before its last cleaning? Maybe it was just an old dry cleaner tag.

Unfolding the paper revealed a small, handwritten note. The text was a bit sloppy, as if written against the support bar in a train car. She realized that someone must have slipped it in as they walked by on the train. She read the words slowly as she worked out the poor handwriting.

YOU PUT ON A GREAT SOLO SHOW. WOULD LOVE TO HELP YOU OUT NEXT TIME. ;)

She could feel her face turn to horror, before a slight smirk formed. She could already feel her legs quiver with the slightest excitement. She grabbed a nearby pen and began writing on the back of the paper.

YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION. LET’S KEEP IT ANONYMOUS. WRITE BACK SOON <3

To be continued…

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