Some light fun before catching the metro downtown

You decide to amuse yourself a little more with Mandy.

You come up to her and start pulling off her sports bra: she raises her arms to make it easier for you, and soon she is topless in the park, still chatting unconcerned with her friend.

"So how did your date with Matthew go?" the blonde asks Mandy, as you toss Mandy's sports bra aside.

As you move around Mandy, she replies. "Ah, you know. A bit too eager. I think he just wanted to have some fun in bed," she says as you play with her breasts.

"Ah well. Do you have any plans for this weekend?" the blonde asks as you hug your crotch close to Mandy's bare behind.

"I'm going for drinks with this guy named Gareth next Friday," Mandy says. "He's a friend of Joanne's actually. I have some hopes that we'll have a nice time." Her nipples are standing out very prominently, but otherwise she is not reacting. You're still getting used to that.

Mandy's friend nods, and looks to her. "You look like you're still catching your breath. Need a moment?"

You decide you've had your fun at Mandy's expense, but also you want to see how Mandy adapts to her state of undress. You step away from Mandy, who stands still for a moment as if to take stock, and pull your clothes back on.

"I think I'll be good to go in a minute," she says. She back pulls up her panties and her tights, complete with a pool of your cum, which is now pooling around her vulva --- you wonder if she's on the pill. She then looks around and spots her sports bra, which she puts back on. After adjusting her breasts, she nods. "Okay, let's go!" The two of them continued running through the park.

This is the first time you've hung around long enough to see what you might call the 'aftermath' --- in this case, Mandy simply put herself back together as if nothing odd had happened as soon as it seemed that you were going to let her carry on with her day.

You decide that you want to experiment a little bit more with how women react in situations where you've made things a bit awkward for them, and the first place you think of is the metro. You skip to the nearest entrance, and catch a train going downtown.

This being rush hour, the platforms are packed, as you actually hoped it would be. You notice a busty, brown-haired woman about a head shorter than you, thinking that she would be the ideal test subject. You stand close to her --- closer than you would have before --- to make sure that the two of you will board the train with one another. In the minute that you wait for the next train, you amuse yourself by patting her on the butt: naturally, she does not appear to notice anything.

The train arrives, and as you board it, you manage to manoeuvre yourself just in front of the busty brunette, so that she is staring towards you. She looks up at you and gives the standard apologetic smile of a commuter who will be stuck facing another commuter, and then dips her eyes to stare blankly at your chest.

You decide that eye contact is a good place to start. You take her chin and point it back up, so that she is looking to your eyes. She looks directly to you with a slightly questioning look, but does not say anything. Perhaps she thinks you're trying to get her attention (which you suppose that you are), but her look is one of disinterested curiosity.

Saying nothing, you decide to pointedly look down at her chest. She looks down to see where you're looking, and looks up again, no more or less interested than before, despite your continued staring.

You decide to up the ante, and start unbuttoning her blouse. She loses interest and look back down. You open it half-way, and reach around her to undo her bra. As it unclasps, she automatically pulls her arms into the sleeves of her blouse to take it off, and manages to pack it away in her handbag.

She does this without looking at you, though afterwards she seems to take notice of you looking again. She looks up and smiles a polite smile, heedless of the fact that you are now staring down her blouse at her plainly visible nipples.

The train jostles and the bodies in the train all shift uneasily. You take advantage to press forward, as if by accident, into the brunette. Your hand enters into her blouse and grasps a breast.

"Oops, sorry," you say, grasping her breast gently but deliberately.

She looks up and smiles automatically. "That's okay," she says, not reacting to the fact that you are still grabbing her chest. She looks back down.

You're not entirely sure whether the brunette is acknowledging your groping her and accepting it, or if she hasn't registered precisely what you're doing. You decide that a more **** test is required.

You let go of the brunette's breast and unbutton her blouse the rest of the way; she doesn't seem to be paying attention. You then unbutton her slacks, which fall easily to the floor, and you kneel to pull down her panties. You're greeted with a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a slightly rosy vulva: so her body is certainly reacting if her body isn't. You have her step out of her clothes, leaving her only with an open blouse for clothing on a crowded metro.

And the metro is about to get more crowded. You have just got enough time to take off your own trousers before the metro pulls up to the next stop, and the doors open. You let the crush of people push you and the brunette into the train, and against each other.

"Ooof! Sorry," you say as you are pushed forward into your travelling partner, and your hard member pushes against her furry mons.

"Unf!" says the busty brunette as you are pushed against her. She looks up to you with a humorous smile, the short-lived camaraderie of strangers **** to put up with a ridiculous situation together. "It sure is getting packed in here."

Definite acknowledgement! Not of your actions, but at least your presence in what would normally be either a very compromising, or just an awkward, situation. You grunt with feigned annoyance. "Ugh. We can hardly get pressed in any closer to one another."

The brunette nods. "Normally, I only let a guy get this close to me after he buys me dinner." She chuckles.

Your eyes go wide. This might be a moment of actual awareness! "What do you mean?" you decide to ask her.

She blushes a bit. "Um, never mind."

You can't tell from this whether, from her point of view, it was a conspiratorial acknowledgement of the two of you being essentially naked and pushed against each other, or just an flopped bawdy joke told to a stranger.

You decide to test something else, and lean in for a kiss. She leans towards you, and the two of you meet, your tongues caressing one another. You reach down and snake your ams between her legs from behind, feeling for her moist pussy lips. She spreads her legs to accommodate you while you probe her moistening sex.

The train jostles and you let go, breaking your kiss. Your brunette companion smiles sheepishly. "My turn to say sorry!" Her nipples are standing out firmly from her breasts.

"I actually enjoyed that," you tell her, testing her awareness again. She chuckled softly at what she may have considered another bit of banter. It was impossible to tell.

Another train stop. Incredibly, yet more people board the train, and this time you crouch down slightly, and let yourself and your shorter brunette friend be pushed against a wall. You jostle for position, and manage to slip your erect member into her moistening sex.

"Ooof!" she says, looking into your eyes as you enter her. "We're really getting pushed into one another here."

"Very literally," you add, watching for her reaction.

"Yeah," she says, noncommittally, looking to the side.

You push your new friend further against the wall, thrusting up into her. She gasps slightly as you push into her. You push her up against the wall, and she wraps her legs around your hips. "That's a bit more comfortable," she says. Her pussy squeezes down on your cock. "I'm not pressing in on you, am I? I'm just trying to find a better position."

You're amazed by the level of ambiguity that this woman seems capable of. (Or would any other brown-haired girl be the same?) "I thought I was the one invading your personal space. So to speak."

She shrugs, and squeezes your cock from inside again. "I guess it's mutual then," she says mysteriously.

You proceed to fuck the short busty woman, her breasts bouncing up and down as she rides your cock and you push her against the wall. She looks around slightly disinterestedly, panting slightly. "Certainly is a bumpy ride today," she comments as she looks your way.

You have nothing to add, as you continue fucking her. "Almost there!" you say, essentially to yourself.

"Oh good," the brown-haired woman says, panting, "it's almost time for me to get off too."

You erupt inside your new friend's pussy, and she lets out a low moan as well, as you arrive at one of the central stations. A large number of people get off, but you and your friend stay on. She looks around and sees her underwear and trousers slightly trampled by the crowd. She moves, slightly gingerly, to collect them, your cum dripping from her pussy.

You look on as she gets dressed with the train moving once more, and put your clothes on yourself. You both move to exit at the next stop, and she chuckles. The two of you exit the ticket gate, and she turns around. "Well, it's been a fun ride. Bye," she says, with a casual wave.

You decided that you were convinced that the brunette was completely aware of what was going on, and furthermore actually enjoyed it --- but that the only reason she acknowledged it at all was because of the ongoing negotiation of the awkwardness of crowded public transit. And that's the closest you would ever get to actual acknowledgement of what you were doing, without bringing up the subject explicitly yourself.