The Long Ride Home

With a sigh of relief, you struggle through the crowd and to the subway doors, eager to be on the train and well on your way home. You jostle and push, as is the way in this place, jockeying for a seat somewhere...any seat would do. The day has been tiring and you wish for nothing more than to rest your legs for a bit. However, that is not to be. No amount of wiggling and struggling through the packed cars reveal any free seats. Or, rather, the free seats you do spot are taken almost instantly by other passengers in the same predicament as you.

With a grunt of resignation, you take a place standing near the back of one car. You reach up and grab a strap to steady yourself, trying hard not to stumble and fall into those around you. Despite your best efforts, it is next to impossible to keep from touching those around you, as the car is packed to bursting with people.

As you stand there, minding your own business, you can feel the man behind you pressing against your body. You think nothing of it, at first. After all, the car is crowded. However, you feel something distinct in that touch...something hard...

It takes you a moment to place what you are feeling: an erection. Through the fabric of your skirt, you can feel the man's pelvis pressing against your ass, his rock hard penis rolling nicely between the two of you. Glancing over your shoulder, you see a handsome man who gives you a sly, knowing smile. He reaches down and cups your hip suggestively, his fingers working their way to the hem of your skirt.