I had just started the job a month ago. The pay was good and I was finally able to start settling down in my life as a single girl in the big city. Of course, nobody actually lived in the city itself. Rent was astronomical in the city. I lived in the suburbs and commuted in. For the first month of the job i tried driving in but the expenses of parking and the stress of traffic was too much. I would have to start taking the dreaded commuter rail. It was cheaper and more reliable but I was not looking forward into being crammed into a train car every morning.
I was young in my early 20s but grad school and life in general had brought me to the point where i could accurately be described as a big girl. My hips and ass had proportions that made me the subject of ridicule and unwanted positive and negative attention wherever i went. The prospect of trying to squeeze through a crush of commuters every day was not ideal. But what was a girl to do.
I was on the 5th stop inbound and the last stop outbound. This meant that my commute home was easy I would have empty seats waiting for me when i left work and the train would fill up eventlessly after me with very little need for squeezing. The trip in the morning however was clearly going to be a nightmare. By the time the train reached me for my morning commute it had already filled up quite a bit. Often I gave up on the prospect of getting a seat and grabbed on to the strap and held on while standing the whole trip.
A week or so into this day to day grind I started noticing patterns. Moreover I started recognizing faces. There was the progressively growing pregnant nurse who got on at my stop who always got a seat. For that i was grateful that there were some good people out there. There was the rude businessman who clearly tried to make himself look important but was still stuck in this commuter hell with us. I caught him remarking about “getting my fat ass out of his way” under his breath to me. He can go fuck himself. I even started recognizing the folks who got on the train before me. Thats when I started noticing a pattern that would change my morning tactics. He was a relatively young guy but probably older than me. I would guess in his 30s stocky and slightly palish. He had a cropped beard and glasses. Which were always buried in a book. Every morning he would be seated next to an older grayish woman who exited at my stop. This meant that the seat by him was consistently open. I noticed too that he exited the train a few stops before me. This would work so well. IF i could find him every morning I would have a seat every day. HURRAH for the little victories.
Once I noticed this pattern I sought him out and gave an asking gesture if i could take the aisle seat. He pulled his nose out of his book. “Uhhh sure.. But I think you get out after me dont you?”. I replied that i did get out at the last stop and it would probably make sense for me to take the window seat. He stepped into the aisle and graciously let me in. Once there he quickly sat back down and pulled out his book again. Right on his lap and continued reading.
I try not to be nosy but my eyes wandered. He was pouring over a book of music. Focusing intensely on each page before turning the pages slowly. The train got to his stop and he left without a word.
How had he known when I got out? I had only been taking the train for a few weeks. Had he taken note of my patterns already? Why?
The next few days I found his patterns too. I was getting pretty good at consistantly finding the door where the old lady left and finding his vacant seat each time. Each time he politely took the aisle and let me in. After a week of finding this seat this way I started noticing certain other patterns. My commuter friend was always so polite when entering the aisle to let me into the seat but it was also one of the few times he pulled his nose out of his book. As I passed him each morning I started to notice and even feel his gaze on me as I took my seat. First as I pass him I noticed he would consistently turn his head behind me as I bent to put down my bag. He was subtle but not subtle enough. He was checking me out. Specifically he was staring at my ass. But this was brief. The next motion i noticed from him was even more subtle and I didnt notice it until 2 weeks of finding this seat consistently.. As he took his seat his gaze would consistently drop for a fraction of a second to look down my blouse before sitting.
This was an interesting development. He kept doing it so it was pretty clear he liked what he saw. But the subtlety was almost endearing. My poor seatmate knew what he wanted to look at but was too polite to stare. I decided to test my hypothesis and see if i could catch him.
I had been around enough to know that the attraction held for “big beautiful women” as the internet calls them can be treated as a niche and sadly even a fetish. However one asset I along with my larger women compatriots had that was a more widely held popular attraction was our sizable chest. After years of struggling to find the right size I was dumbfounded when I was properly sized into a bra that contained a considerably later letter in the alphabet than I had expected. Finally in that size I was able to find bras that both fit comfortably and had the added effect of making them look perky, full, and admittedly sexy. It had been some time since anyone had really seen them and even longer since anyone besides myself had touched them. I had no reason to buy lacy underwear before. I had gotten used to the functional and practical bras. But now why not make an investment for science. I went to the store after work and selected a couple of bras i would identify as being more for appearance than for function.
The next day I wore a bright red lacy bra under my tight button down shirt. For work i could button it up higher if i wanted but for the science of my commute I left the top two buttons open. Not enough to be vulgar. Probably not enough that anyone would even notice in my day to day commute. But my seatmate, I suspect i could trap him in a little longer gaze than his polite nature previously held. As normal I found the car he was in and found him in his seat. He got up to let me into my seat craning his neck subtly like he had in the past to look at my backside as I lowered my bag. Once i sat I waited until he started to move. Batted my eyes upwards and caught him. What was normally a microsecond gaze was now a good solid 5 seconds. I could sense he wanted to look away but he had caught an eyeful of my plunging cleavage in the sexy red lacy bra. I kept my innocent wide open gaze on him before letting my own eyes travel to notice that once he moved again he was clearly struggling with his shifting pants before quickly pulling out his book again and placing it decisively on his lap. We continued to ride in silence like we always had but I had caught him. Deep down I think he knew too. He seemed more distracted from his book than before. I would catch him in passing glance at me as he tried to keep focus. I couldn’t help but smile. More research is clearly necessary.
That night I returned home. Planning this subtle test of his attraction was silly but exhilarating. Like everyone I want to be desired and I prefer this to the contrivance of a night out at the bar putting myself out on display. This was organic and had a thrill to it. I wanted to see how far it could go. I found myself plotting. I didn’t want to necessarily proposition him but I had some fun ideas of making it clear that I welcomed his gaze and was willing to move it to more tactile territory.
I was shameless. I wore something not unlike the day before. This time it was a teal lacy bra. When i found my seatmate he had clearly been ready for me. He stared at the floor in an effort to keep his modesty. I had planned for this. His distracted gaze allowed him to miss the fact that I hadn’t tripped on anything when i lurched forward as though the trains movement had tripped me. My massive chest crashed into him and he dropped his book and caught me under my arms. His gaze downward now served my plans as he saw my tits swell in fullness as they pressed against him. I “caught my balance” and proceeded to my seat. He was clearly flustered and grabbed for his book. I decided to reciprocate the gaze he had given me for weeks as I shamelessly used this opportunity to check out his ass. His pants had that shifting problem in a far more real and appetizing way the whole rest of the ride.
My planning of the next night was far more explicit. I wanted to get a tactile sense of that shifting pants problem. My mind delved deep into an image of what was going on in those pants. I took a shower and thought even more of it. My hands traced my whole body as I fixated on that image in my mind. My seatmates discomfort was all i could think of. “He wants to do unspeakably things to these tits” I thought as i rubbed the bar of soap under and around my full breasts. My hands explored my body more. My foot went up on the bathtub edge and in the hot steam I let my hand wander to the slickened and wet pussy that was fairly throbbing to be touched. My other hand mimicked all the places I wanted to be touched. My ear, my neck, back again on my sensitive nipples.. And then as I plunged a few of my fingers inside myself I thought of a way to get a feel of that hardness that i knew was there. I plunged my fingers in and out of me while moving my other hand around my hips to massage and feel the round softness of my ass. This is what he wants. He wants to squeeze and feel this ass. Well.. far be it from me to keep him from it. The thought of next days experiment was too much for me to handle. I brought myself to orgasm there in my shower thinking of such a simple thing. I toweled off and slept in the nude that night. The thought of his hands on me still fresh in my mind.
The next day I dressed more modestly. My shirt was buttoned up to the top and my cleavage was well contained. I figured out which door to take and came at his seat from behind. He wouldnt see me coming. I reached the edge of his seat and he started to stand to let me in. I poured on the charm and put way more sensuality into my voice than is normal. “No… you dont need to get up. I can find my seat just fine.” He put his book down and looked confused. I pushed my wide hips into the seat. As he sat there I knew he was getting a complete eyeful. I took my time squeezing past his knees with my massive backside. Just then on cue I let my knee buckle just a bit dropping the full weight of my ass onto his lap. I let out a small fake surprised gasp as I proceeded to rub the full length of my ass closely and tightly against his crotch. The skin on the backs of my legs formed goosebumps as i could feel the bulge in his pants grow and push against me. I slowed my motion across him to a crawl. I would let myself enjoy this as long as possible. He was hard as steel within seconds. I could feel how massive he felt as i traced the length of him with my ass. As I reached the open space for my seat. I plopped myself down. I looked over at him. He was sitting there in stunned silence staring blankly at the space which had up til recently contained my massive ass. He seemed unable or unwilling to make the gesture he had been making all along to hide his enormous bulge that was pushing out of his pants. I smiled as I picked up his book and placed it on his lap. I leaned in to his ear. “I can find my seat like that every day from now on”. He swallowed and turned to face me. I licked my lips a bit and whispered in his ear again. “If you’d like?”.
I felt almost bad putting him on the spot like that but I was no longer in experimental mode. I was in the “wanting to be touched” mode. He said nothing for the rest of the trip and I felt a bit foolish. He also stared at the same page of his music book the entire trip. I suspect he had other things on his mind. Before leaving to get out of the train he turned to me and simply mouthed the word “yes” before shuffling off the train.
The game was afoot. How far could i push my seatmate? I no longer seemed to care about discretion. This was more fun. I spent the entire day squirming in my desk chair at work thinking about what I was going to do with my seatmate tomorrow.
The next day when I got to my seatmate he took a sharp intake of breath when he saw me. Dutifully though he did not stand up to enter the aisle. “Well done” i thought as I started the squeezing process again. This day I opted for a much shorter skirt than i normally wear. The hem wasn’t vulgar but it was still high enough that when I squeezed past him it allowed me to take his hand and place it on my bare thigh without anyone noticing. He got immediately rigid again and my skin caught on fire at his touch on me. Once I pulled myself across him I took my seat and went to hand him his book again. This time he was the one who acted. He held my hand under his book tightly and then placed the book with my hand underneath it strongly and firmly against his lap. I let my hand covered by his book twist around. The book kept his modesty from everyone else except me. Through his pants I allowed my hand to explore the fullness of him. He was rock hard and twitching at my touch. I know the friction of clothing can be tricky so gently I put my thumb under the head of his shaft and softly rubbed him. At this point nobody would have noticed or cared and it was time to engage my seatmate in conversation.
With my hand stroking in and around his clothed cock I turned to him. In a soft and sexy voice I said “You like sitting next to me don’t you?” he had his eyes closed and he breathed deeply and sighed “yeaaaah”. I knew what i wanted “I like sitting next to you too… it’s a shame you and I don’t take the same train home. I take the 452 you know.. It’s much less crowded” his eyes opened and eyebrows raised. “Oh?” he said with a quizzical look on his face.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8sv1ju/mf_strangers_on_a_commuter_train_part_i_bbw_voy
4 days and no comments?!? This is tantalizingly smoking hot! I mean HOT! What a lovely dream!