Uncomfortable Trip (not so)

Igor woke up a little late thinking that what happened last night was a product of his imagination; after all, there was no reason to grow otherwise.

"Mmm... gosh, what a strange dream I had."

He quickly dismissed it to continue his boring and sad daily routine, getting ready for work. He didn't have much time, so he had to take the subway, which was packed with people.

His robust body made his trip there an ordeal, having to endure shoving, several kicks, and the occasional insult. This hustle and bustle caused him to roll near the door, smacking his body against a young college girl.

Unable to avoid it, his body was pressed against the girl's against the door; they were both facing each other, with Igor feeling her breasts.

She was rather short, although she also had nice breasts, a fairly firm butt, and an innocent face. Our protagonist recognized that she was a beauty who surely had all the boys after her.

"Sir... can you move?" she said in an annoyed tone.

"I'm sorry, it's too tight, I can't move," the fat man apologized, trying in vain to move away.

But the subway's sudden stop caused Igor's prominent belly to crush the college girl's tits and her face to collide with his fatty one. She let out a moan, especially since the fat man's right hand was accidentally caught inside her skirt, groping those youthful buttocks.

A tremendous fear gripped the fat man; if the young woman said anything, she'd be in trouble, and thanks to her criminal record, she'd be back in prison in the blink of an eye. ****, he tried to get off her, but all he managed was to rub his stomach even further against her front, while his hand moved up a little, touching her panties.

Igor looked down, expecting to see an angry expression from the young woman, but that didn't happen. Instead, he found himself staring into large brown eyes staring at him with great curiosity. Her pupils sparkled with a mysterious glow he couldn't quite understand, and a pink hue colored her cheeks.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, miss... I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to," Igor's excuses were as stumbling as his personality.

"UMM..." was the only sound the girl made.

He was more than disconcerted by her attitude; he expected to see the typical insults followed by a kick or a punch. Instead, the college student continued to stare at him quite closely, as if she were contemplating the fragments of his robust face.

He was about to make another attempt to move away when he suddenly felt a hand near his groin, freezing him. He thought it was a casual touch, until the hand began a slow but steady movement.

It had to be her, no one else could be. He looked again at the young woman, who was now facing a red light due to her intense blush. She possessed a piercing gaze that could see through steel, yet her eyes remained fixed on him.

A powerful fire flew from those brown eyes with the same intensity as a large bonfire. At times, Igor imagined tiny sparks flying in his direction. There was no doubt something was happening to the girl outside.

To top it off, the young woman's body also began to sway up and down, causing her tits to scratch Igor's gelatinous chest and also causing the fat man's hand to move deeper, touching the college girl's ass without obstruction.

"mmhh"

"nnh"

He had never experienced a remotely similar situation; only in his dreams had he been so close to a girl. Of course, nervousness and excitement took over him with the speed of a sweating cheetah.

That unprecedented moment lasted for nearly 15 long minutes, during which time neither of them said anything, although their faces betrayed the enormous excitement growing between them. Then the train stopped, and in that instant, Igor remembered it was his stop.

As soon as the doors opened, the fat man got out, leaving the young woman inside. He inevitably turned to see her, only to find her on the train, her face pressed against a window, staring at him with the sadness of a child after losing his favorite toy.