Getting closer

You take a quick look around the subway car; everyone is doing their best to avoid eye contact. You, pressed against this handsome stranger, are just part of the mob.

His hand is strong. He's cupped your hip firmly, pressing you against his erection. The fingers of his other hand have slipped under the hem of your skirt and slowly have inched their way up you inner thigh. The tips of his fingers are tracing small, tight circles on your flesh, moving every closer to your panties.

He pulls you closer; his mouth is close to your neck. He kisses you below the ear; his tongue lingers, wetting your flesh. A tingle runs down your spine.

You feel his fingers press against your closed upper thighs; he wants access.