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I hate the subway. It’s always so dreadful and boring. Crowded and gloomy. With the rain pouring as it is, today is no different. Almost as if the doors are only open for the angry or those in a foul mood. Then there are only two kinds of people who ride: people who never make any eye contact whatsoever, or people who stare the entire time.
It seems today all eyes were forward, imagining their destination no doubt. The want to be home and end this dreary day seemed to hang in the air.
Another stop and we were so crowded it felt as if I could barely breathe. In front of me was a tall man in a thick coat. My chest was basically pressed to his back with my head turned to the side. I had no idea who was behind me, and couldn’t tell even if I wanted to. We were so crammed I didn’t have enough room to turn around.
All seemed normal other than the person behind me bumping into me over and over. Rather frustrating.
All seemed normal until I felt something….different.
With the shift of the subway I felt a continuous bump on my behind. Then it seemed to happen more frequently, and then it felt more like a grab.
I think the person behind me is grabbing my ass!
What’s worse is it felt….. good. It’s not that bad right? Just a little grabbing. I felt their hand tap, tap, and grab my ass. Tap, tap, grab. I felt their hand grab, lift, and squeeze each ass cheek a few times.
Then I felt them take one finger and trace it up the inside of my leg, across my bare skin, until they came to my skirts hemline, and trail back down. This got my heart rate going.
Then things escalated. Their finger started to trace my cheeks under my skirt! I still said nothing…that wasn’t that bad right? Just a little touching here and there.
Back and forth their finger going from one side of my ass to the other. I hate to say it, but I was getting rather wet. We hit a bumpy patch on the track and soon their fingers were against my panties. They realized at this point I was wearing a thong. They started at the largest portion of fabric at the top of my ass and then ran their finger down, barely touching, between my cheeks, right to my crotch.
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The only thing separating this stranger from my sex was a thin swath of lace.
They ran their fingers back and forth from my mound to my opening over my panties for some minutes. Then they brought all their fingers to my sex and flicked them back and forth almost tickling my puss. Surely they could tell by now how wet I was becoming….
They pulled their hand back, and didn’t return. It had been several minutes. I found myself aching for that touch.
Just then I felt their finger hook around the side of my thong and start to tug. What’s going on? And just like that they pulled my panties down, past my ass, until that last bit of fabric that clung between my pussy lips was pried free. Down they went past my thighs until the person let go completely…letting them drop around my ankles right there on the subway floor.
Oh no. My panties are on the floor right now. Thank goodness it was so crowded no one could see!
I could die from embarrassment. My face turned a deep shade of crimson as I stood there with nothing under my skirt.
I felt their hand again. Softly cupping my ass. They moved one finger to hover above my opening. They barely touched down and then I could tell just how wet I had become. They pulled away their finger only to have a string of my wetness follow them. How embarrassing!
Then with vigor I felt their fingers rubbing my wetness across my pussy, from my clit down my slit. Over and over, just passing each, not staying long enough anywhere to ease the ache between my legs.
Just like that they were gone again. I felt their hands nowhere.
Then I felt their hand unhook my strapless bra! I feared hearing it slam to the floor….but nothing. I don’t know what they did with it, but I didn’t have time to wonder because their hand was cupping by breast over my shirt. I felt my nipples poking against my shirt fabric. Thank goodness the man in front of me had on a thick coat!
They returned their hand to my pussy tracing up and down my slit, still never going into my hole. They brought their hand under my shirt and began massaging my nipples with their fingers, spreading my wetness across them both! I felt my nipples hardening beneath their hand. I’m pretty sure I was dripping onto the subway floor by now. A few slaps to my tits and I felt their hand venture downward once again.
I felt their hand grab at my skirt and flip up the back to where my ass was showing! I could feel the cool air rushing past my exposed pussy.
My face was so red, and my nipples had never been harder. I felt something large and cold against my leg. What is that? I then heard a sloshing…
A wine bottle.
Surely not. They couldn’t be. I felt the mouth of the bottle rising higher up my leg. I barely had time to think before the stranger’s foot kicked my right leg out further giving them perfect access.
Just like that and they had put the tip right against my pussy and began to slowly inch it inside of me. I let a breath out that I didn’t even realize I was holding. It wasn’t long before I felt full. They sensed this and began pumping the bottle in and out of my pussy faster and with more force. I began to get weak in the knees. At this point they brought their free hand back to my chest and began to massage my tits. Pump, pump, squeeze. Pump, pump, squeeze. They began rolling my nipples between their fingers and flicking them back and forth.
I could barely breathe trying not to moan against the man in front of me! And just like that the stranger repositioned the wine bottle to where with each thrust the cork hit me right on my g spot. They ran their other hand down the front of my body until they got to my clit and gave it a solid rubbing. The sounds of slick and sloshing filled my ears driving me to the absolute edge. Then when they squeezed my clit between their thumb and finger I started shaking. The bottle was thrust into me even faster as I came all over the label. Then just as soon as it started the subway came to a screeching halt and I received a sharp slap to my ass as the stranger pulled out the bottle.
I stood there frozen. Barely able to stand as a woman carrying a bottle of wine walked off the subway from behind me.
I snapped out of it just in time to realize I was standing in the middle of an empty subway with my skirt flipped up and my panties around my ankles….except for the three men staring at me from their seats.
I ran out and up the stairs, back into the rain. It took a moment and a few odd glances to realize I didn’t have my bra on anymore as the rain pasted my see through white top to my hard nipples.
But I didn’t care. I walked home in a daze, anxious to see my husband.
Well-written story and certainly hot. I think you got the title slightly wrong; shouldn’t the last word be *train* since all of this happened on a subway?