Allie’s Subway Encounter [M/F] Pt. I

Allie lived in Brooklyn and worked in Manhattan for a large creative agency. She had moved there last year after graduating from college at a fresh 22 years old. She was cute, spunky and quiet. Allie was an introvert and kept to herself, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t cute af. Her curly brown hair bounced off her white skin, while her brown eyes peered out from behind her cute-geeky spectacles. In addition to being a super cute book-nerd, Allie had a phenomenal figure. She stood only 5’4”, however her figure was slender, with curves in all the right places. When she was younger, she had been a competitive figure skater. Allie had her own place in Brooklyn and loved having her privacy. Her hairless cat lived at home in her small, but cozy brick loft.
The train was already getting full by the time she got on. It was a cloudy April day out, but the weather was still tolerable. At this point, it was standing room only and Allie ended up towards one corner. There was one more stop before the train would go under water. It always freaked her out a little bit as she felt out of control being in a steel box underneath the water for even a short period of time. More people hurled themselves into her car and it was now pretty close to full. She was reading a book with her headphones in and rarely, if ever, talked to strangers. The car descended underwater and Allie kept on minding her business.
As the car slipped into darkness, it sped up and she heard the whirring sound of the train snaking its way through the tunnels. All the sudden, an announcement came over the car’s PA system.
“Attention, attention all passengers. Due to an unexpected event we will be making a short stop. I repeat, this is not an emergency, we will be making a short stop.”
The car slowed down and came to a halt. You could hear the passengers lightly moan at having been delayed. Everyone was still patient nonetheless. Allie peered her nose out briefly from in between the pages of her book and looked around her. She was surrounded by a sea of humanity. There was an old lady with a white and blue shirt crouched over holding a bag, a younger white guy that looked like he was a skater punk, some hipsters, and office workers. She didn’t pay too much attention and returned to her book.
The loud speaker blared again: “Attention, attention, due to maintenance on the track ahead of us, we will be stopped for just a few more moments.”
Everyone let out a collective groan. Allie didn’t have to be at work until between 9:00 and 9:30, so she wasn’t too stressed. She hunkered down in her book and tuned out the world around her. A couple more minutes passed when another announcement came over the loud speaker.
“Passengers, there is an electrical interruption occurring while necessary repairs are made. If the lights momentarily go out, do not be alarmed. I repeat, do not be alarmed and do not panic.”
People had already accepted that the train was going to be late by this point. The lights flickered and then went out completely. The car was darkened, and everyone let out a collective gasp. Emergency lights were still on in the tunnel ahead so it was possible to see the outlines of some shapes. However, it was mostly dark.
Allie could no longer read her book, however, she kept her headphones in mainly for privacy even though she wasn’t listening to anything. She put her book away and waited patiently when she felt what she thought was a hand brush up against her shoulder. It was a crowded car and she knew people were antsy so she ignored it. However, the hand was then on her right shoulder. She thought it was a bit odd but figured someone was just resting their hand on her shoulder for a quick break.
The hand remained there while Allie mentally rehearsed her day. There was no cell signal down here, so she couldn’t text her boss to tell her she was going to be late. The car was full so trying to find a seat was not an option. A moment later, Allie felt a second hand go up on her left shoulder. She was wedged in and couldn’t really even turn around if she wanted to. Nonetheless, Allie figured that the passenger behind her needed a break and didn’t say anything.
An announcement came on again. “Attention, all passengers. We apologize for the delay, however, due to unexpected electrical issues, the train will be delayed for another couple of minutes. Thank you for your patience.” Now, a huge collective groan was let out. Allie stayed patient. She had forgotten that a stranger had both hands on her shoulders. She thought about it and tried to figure out who it was that she had seen. However, she had mostly looked in her field of vision and this individual was standing directly behind her. Come to think of it, was this a man or a woman?
She brushed the thought away and considered what she would do once she got home. She had a lot of designs to work on today. Then, she felt the grip on her shoulders change. The fingers felt large and strong. This was almost definitely a man. A moment later the hands started to massage her shoulders, ever so slightly. It was happening very, very slowly. So slow in fact that she said nothing. In fact, it felt kind of good. She waited patiently in the sea of humanity in a metal car underneath the water.
Allie was very shy and hated conflict. Then the massage started to become more direct and more obvious. The stranger behind her started to massage her upper back. It felt therapeutic and Allie’s shoulders were tight from being hunched over a desk all day. Allie turned her head towards the front of the car and still saw the glow of the emergency lights from the track ahead of them. She made no attempt to re-position herself.
Shortly thereafter, she felt the hands work their way down lower on her back. “Oh, I guess this is more of like a back massage she thought to herself.” The stranger’s hands started sweeping over her tight-fitting cotton shirt. Now, she could feel them bumping over her bra strap. About 5 feet in front of her by the door, she heard the skater guy say to his friend with dreadlocks, “ha, who would have thought we would have gotten stuck underneath here?”
Some people started lightly conversating. A moment later, Allie was shocked when she felt the hands reach up from the back underneath her shirt and the massage continued on her bare skin. Now, she smiled and let out a little giggle. This felt really good to her and she was not about to do anything that would cause it to stop. The hands were almost definitely those of a man and felt a little bit textured or rough. While the stranger was bold, they were controlled and she oddly felt a sense of trust to this person she had never met before.
Then, another announcement rang out: “Attention, attention. The delay that is causing us to sit on the tracks has no new update. We will be here for at least another 10 minutes.” Now, the passengers really let out another groan. However, things did not turn into a frenzy. The hands from the stranger that were massaging her suddenly stopped. Allie just continued about her business and thought about her hairless cat at home, and what mischief he was getting himself into now.
A minute or two later, Allie felt the same stranger’s hands again start massaging her back. First, it was on top of her shirt and then it returned to underneath her shirt. The stranger started rubbing up and down and then in little gentle circles. It felt so good. As the stranger’s hands reached higher, he started to massage her oblique muscles. The stranger’s hands then came up to where her bra was and for a second they bumped up against her breasts. The passenger then started to massage her shoulders underneath her shirt. There were people all around her and she could barely turn around, even if she wanted to. No-one had any idea of what was happening between her and the stranger.
She began to assume that the stranger was a man due to how large and strong his hands were. As his hands came down towards her bra, they again came around the sides and rubbed up against her breasts. This time, however, he cupped his hands directly on her breasts and massaged the area around the bra. Allie had heard of therapeutic massages that did involve the breasts so she figured that this friendly stranger was legitimate. She considered for a moment if she should stop it, but she was shy and what else would she do while trapped in a subway car in the dark? It had been at least 6 months since she’d slept with someone.
Up to this point, neither of them had said a word to each other. Her fellow passengers mostly sat there doing nothing in the dark. The stranger then continued to Allie’s back and gave a couple of light circular strokes on her back. His hands then came to the clasp on the back of her bra. “OH my God”, she thought to herself. She wasn’t sure if he was going to unhook her bra.
Both hands came to the clasp of her bra and quietly unhooked her bra. Allie took a deep breath and her heart began to pound. The man took both hands and reached them underneath the bra cups. He began to perform a massage on her solid 34B breasts. Allie couldn’t believe that someone she had never met was now fondling her breasts in a subway car in pitch black!
Right then, an old lady tapped Allie on the arm.
Allie was surprised. “Excuse me, do you know when we’ll be moving?”, asked the old lady.
“No, ma’am. I’m sorry, I don’t know either.”, she responded.
Now the stranger began to caress her nipples. She had a stud pierced into both nipples which he gently played with. Allie was feeling aroused when suddenly his hands pulled away and she was just left standing there. She looked down at her bag but could barely see anything.
People really weren’t doing anything now. She waited another 5 minutes when another announcement came over the PA: “Attention passengers. Work crews are repairing the lines ahead. There is no new update as to when power will be back and we will resume.”
All of a sudden she felt the hands again touch her back. This time, he massaged her back but on the outside of her shirt a little bit. She thought that this was pretty much all that would happen and it had felt a little bit weird, but it had been a nice diversion. He continued by rubbing her shoulders and even touching the back of her neck, which was a sensitive spot for her. As he touched the back of her neck underneath her hair line, she let out a slight ‘ahh’.
His hands slowly worked their way to the front of her body when he reached again underneath the front of her shirt and began massaging her tummy. Allie was fit and wore a size 0 dress with a 24” waist. Slowly, his hands began to reach down towards her tailored business casual dress slacks. His hands went for the top button and Allie took a deep breath. He slowly undid it and placed two fingers down the top of her slacks. She was wearing a string thong and he lightly ran his fingers over the outside of her g-string panties and then abruptly pulled them away.
Allie took a deep gasp and sighed at the thought of what may happen next…
TO BE CONTINUED (links to other works in the comments)

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