The train car rocked back and forth, her body swaying with the motion, her hand clasping the loop hanging from the ceiling. Her summer dress fell to just above her knees, lightly brushing her skin with each bend in the tracks and giving her goosebumps up her thighs. She absentmindedly looked around the train car. It was almost empty except for an older couple at the opposite end and a man, mid-forties, sitting on the bench a few rows down. Her eyes scanned over him, his work pants and boots, his strong wiry arms, tattoos of sea creatures down to his wrist. His t-shirt was thin and worn and she could make out the tight form of his body beneath it. The train jerked and the strap around her hand tightened, squeezing her wrist. As she lazily eyed his chest and neck she felt a warmth growing in her thighs and adjusted her weight so that the strap squeezed a little tighter. Her eyes moved upwards and she startled when her eyes locked on his. Quickly she looked away, but could feel his gaze moving over her, caressing her curves. The warmth spread higher and she could feel her panties getting damp. Involuntarily she shifted her legs, squeezing her thighs together, pressing the wetness out of her panties and onto her thighs. They slipped and slid together and she glanced back over at the man wondering if he could tell. He stared at her, unwavering. He could make out the curve of her ass through the sheer fabric of her dress, the humidity of the day making the fabric stick to her sweat, delineating the crack of her ass. She could see the bulge forming in his pants and her body responded, arching slightly. He reached down and adjusted himself, his eyes locked on her hips.
The older couple on the other end of the car sat quietly, lost in their thoughts, their belongings on their laps. The train rattled over the tracks.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he shifted in his seat, sweat forming under his arms. She could almost smell him. His hand rested on his crotch and she could feel a drip running down her leg. She tried to wipe it with her other leg but he could see it glisten and tightened his hand, sending a pulse up his abdomen. He awkwardly stood up, bracing himself on the seatback as the train hit another bend. Moving closer, the smell of his body hit her and her mouth watered. A gasp escaped her lips as he moved alongside her and slid his hand up her arm, hitting every hair follicle, to where the strap wrapped around her wrist, gripping the loop and trapping her hand beneath his. She could feel his breath close to her neck and ear and her back arched, pushing her ass against him. Wordlessly he leaned into her, his cock hard, letting her feel the tightness of his workpants against her upper thigh. The rough fabric pushed into her soft skin.
She glanced back at the older couple. Their faraway eyes gazed out the windows, daydreaming.
His fingers touched the back of her thigh like an electric shock. He lightly, tentatively, ran a finger upwards, grazing her ass cheek, following the contour. She could feel her dress being lifted by his arm, the breeze from the moving train cooling the wetness in her panties. His fingers inched upwards, the palm of his hand cupping her ass and spreading her pussy open. She Read more »