The Perfect Grope.

I took the same monorail daily. Sometimes seven days a week and usually there was the same attractive woman. Blonde. Perfect ten. Sometimes I would glance. Sometimes she would slip intentionally. A nipple or a peak up her skirt or shorts. Not long but enough to tease me and make me fat.
I filed in today and decided to hold the handle, standing. She almost startled me because I didn’t see her standing by my side at an angle. I felt her.
She backed her perfect ass into my free hand, guiding it up her jogging shorts with one graceful movement. I took over, opening my hand with a gentle squeeze and caress. My fingers grazed her bare pussy. I cupped her ass. The rail came to a stop. My hand and her ass reversed direction and we both separated once the doors opened and went along our usual routine.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uxvkqn/the_perfect_grope