Jen’s Horny Train Ride

My part of the country is baseball paradise. Everyone in my neck of the woods is obsessed with the game. Except for me. So when I boarded the metro train to head home after some afternoon shopping on a hot summer day and found that it was crowded to capacity I was pissed! Should I wait for the next train or should I go ahead and board this super crowded train full of drunk, loud and obnoxious baseball fans?

Any sensible person would have chosen the first option but…I like to live on the wild side.

When the train pulled up I could tell all of the wives and girlfriends on board started to cringe when they saw me. My hair was in a cute bun at the top of my head, I had on a long flowing yellow summer skirt and a simple white tank top with no bra (it was hot as hell that day). I was tanned just right and there was a subtle gloss of sweat that glazed my skin. The drunk men loved the look. Their wives and girlfriends? Not so much. The train was packed to the max. There was literally no room to move at all. I could barely squeeze my 3 shopping bags on with me. The immediate smell of beer, sweat and peanuts was thick in the air. There was laughter and chatter on board. Some women were hugging their men and laughing others were visibly ready to get the fuck off of the train. Most of the men were loud and laughing. Talking about how the game went.

I found a small place right next to a pole on the train. I was crunched in between the pole and some guy directly behind me. He was mid forties maybe. Dark brown hair, brown eyes and about 6’2″. He reeked of alcohol and he was with about 4 other of his friends. They all saw me as I wedged my body in between him and the pole. I couldn’t find anywhere else to settle. I just wanted to get home out of the heat and chaos so I didn’t care who or what I was leaning on. It was about a 30 minute ride from where I boarded to my house. So as the train began to move I braced myself for the ride. Less than a minute after the train started to move I felt an object brushing up against my ass. The train was jolting so much and everyone was packed in so hard like sardines that I didn’t even bother to look back at what was poking me.

I noticed that while the train was moving in between stops the pokes on my ass would get harder and harder. I couldn’t turn around because I was firmly pinned in between the pole and the guy behind me. It wasn’t until the second stop that I realized it was a hand that I was feeling brushing and poking in between my smooth, round ass cheeks. At first I was alarmed but then as he continued to rub and press his hand on my ass I surrendered to letting my pussy get wet and creamy. He was in control. There was nothing I could do. I stood there letting him have his way with me and no one on the train knew what was going on but me and him.

The crowd remained thick and the laughter and talking stayed constant but, all I could hear was his breath on my neck and my heart thumping in my chest. He slowly inched my long skirt up just enough for him to place his hand under it. His hand found its way under my long flowing skirt without anyone noticing. As he rubbed my smooth ass with the palm of his hands and then the tips of his fingers I closed my eyes and exhaled. I noticed the glare of a woman standing across from me. Was she glaring because she saw what was going on or was she glaring because my nipples were now visibly hard through my white tank top? All I know is that the people directly surrounding me didn’t notice anything. His fingers made their way down into my thong underwear. I breathed in deeply as he inserted his middle finger into my wet and waiting cunt. My knees weakened. My manicured hands started to slide up and down the pole as if I was jerking a cock off.  His finger thrusts became harder and longer. I could feel myself loosing everything that was holding me together. My breath, my sanity, my ability to control orgasm…all of those were leaving me fast.

His finger pressed deeper and deeper with every jolt of the train. My juices ran freely now down his finger, his hand, his arm,then the floor. I was biting my lower lip now, trying to brace for the inevitable. This guy was determined to finger fuck me on a train full of people until I came…hard. In and out. In and out. Digging deeper. Stroking my g-spot. Feeling every inch of my pussy with his sensitive fingers. His cock was hard. I could feel it on my ass and upper thighs. The faster the train traveled the harder his thrusts would get. We were just one stop away from where I was to get off. The stranger behind me made sure I did just that. I don’t know why but, it was like he knew my stop was next. So for the next 4 minutes he pushed and stroked my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I came all over my panties. The juices were literally dripping down my legs. I was weak from my head all the way down to my toes. When the doors opened I was trembling. I slowly made my way off of the train and turned just as the doors were starting to close. There he was, laughing and talking with his friends as if nothing had happened. Maybe they were laughing about what had just happened or maybe not. I stood there and watched the train pull off down the tracks. It wasn’t the last time I saw the guy who made me cum on the train.