This is a fantasy of mine which I have kept to myself for years. With all the recent news of sexual harassment of women in public places and the ‘Me Too’ campaign on Twitter you will understand why.

Let me tell you more.

I see myself standing alone on a very crowded train. A small local train used by early morning workers and commuters where the seats fill up fast and all that is left are standing spaces. I am not a big lover of crowded places especially when bodies are pressing against each other. Unless of course it happens to be a fit man or woman… then it is a little arousing. The horny thoughts that I have would give me a little tingle below. 

If I cannot find a seat and am forced to stand I generally just stare out of the windows waiting for the train to hit the next station and the crowds to diminish a little but sometimes they get worse with more and more commuters jumping on board.

Fortunately everyone else on the train feels uncomfortable and so they too all stare out of the windows avoiding eye contact with other travellers. This means things can go unnoticed. As I stand impatiently waiting for the train to reach the next station I become aware of someone pressing up against me from behind. At first I thought it was someone just bouncing into me due to the rocking of the train as it trundled along the tracks.

But then it slowly dawned on me that I could feel several bulges pressing into me followed by some slow gentle squeezing. There was a hand touching my left arse cheek and on my right… I guessed it was a cock hardening up against me. I know I know, I should have turned to see who it was and told them to stop. Many women would have shouted and slapped the guy but I didn’t. I was enjoying it… immensely. I felt a little tingle below and I could feel myself starting to get wet. 

The hand carried on squeezing my cheek along with rubbing up and down my arse. I was wearing a short red dress and I could feel his hand moving down between my cheeks and towards my pussy. I closed my eyes, my heart race increased and my breathing was disturbed by little gasps I made as his hand and fingers explored further between my cheeks. 

I felt his other hand touch my waist. It stayed there for a second before it traced itself around the front and down towards my pussy. Slowly his hand edged between my legs. His fingers taking hold of my dress he lifted it up towards my waist above my knicker line.

Releasing the dress it flopped over his hand as he pressed his fingers hard against my skin and slid them down between my body and my knickers. His hand was now inside my knickers and no one else on the train had noticed. His hand moved down until his fingertips were touching my clit. I gasped again. He began to make slow circular movements. Pressing hard he rubbed me good.

My legs began to tremble a little. To add to the excitement I suddenly felt a nose push into my hair. Warm breath flowed down through my hair and along my neck down to my shoulders. My breathing became a little more erratic and I quietly moaned. His lips touched my now highly sensitised skin of my neck and he kissed me. He followed the kiss up with a nibble. His teeth pinching my skin. Still rubbing at my clit and nuzzling my neck his left hand moved from my arse and up around to the front. Grabbing my left breast he squeezed it hard. Pulling at it his fingers slid across the material covering my breast until he had my nipple clamped between his finger tips.

Squeezing hard be pulled until the nipple popped out of his vice like grip and I groaned. With my nipple now sticking out hard visible through the dress he continued to rub, squeeze and caress my breast. Sliding across my chest he played with both beasts undetected… undetected by everyone apart from me that is.

I moved my right hand around behind me sliding it between my arse and his cock. Palm facing outwards I rubbed his cock. It was hard hidden by a light smooth material. I guessed it was a suit. This was a businessman on his way to work.

I rubbed my hand up and down his stiff hard cock. Still breathing heavy and kissing my neck he changed from rubbing my clit in a circular motion to rubbing up and down my pussy lips. 

By now I was dripping. My knickers housed a serious wet patch and I had a couple of beads of love juice running down the inside of my thigh. I felt his fingers gather near my pussy opening. My knickers bulged as he manoeuvred his knuckle and then it happened. He slipped a finger inside me. He slipped it in slow and deep. 

I moaned as I half opened my eyes. I looked down and could see his hand bulging through my dress and I looked around to see if anyone was watching. No one seemed to be taking any notice. Even the guy standing in front of me who must have heard me groaning and feel me fall into him several times when my legs buckled didn’t seem to realise what was going on. Either that or he knew and was too embarrassed to turn around. Maybe he knew and was enjoying hearing me moan and groan and didn’t want it to stop…. which is good because neither did I.

I closed my eyes again and tried to stop my head from flopping back onto his shoulder as he continued to nibble at my neck and push his finger inside of me. He must have had big hands, his finger was both fat and long and I loved it. He repeatedly worked his fat long finger in and out of my wet pussy. I wasn’t sure if I was about to cum. I wanted to so badly but at the same time I didn’t. Reaching full orgasm on a crowded train could be embarrassing to say the least.

Problem was, he was good at what he was doing and the whole experience was extremely exciting. I could feel it building. A wave of orgasm was starting. My legs were once again trembling, my breathing heavy and I was now repeatedly whispering oh fuck deeply. I wouldn’t last much longer.

BING 

Doors opening. Please mind the gap.

I was pulled out of my building orgasm. The train had arrived at the next station and he was gone. His hands had disappeared fast and I could no longer feel his cock rubbing against my palm. His hot breath had vacated my neck. I opened my eyes, gathered myself and turned around. The doors to the train were wide open with people jostling to get in. I looked out on to the station platform to see of I could see my mystery groper. 

There were many backs trying to make their way through the crowds heading away from the train. Most of them wore suits on their way to work. Somewhere in those suits was the man who had given me the unexpected… and potentially illegal… pleasure. 

Shame I didn’t get his name or to see who it was as there could have been a repeat performance another day on another train. Especially if that train had a toilet cubicle I could have dragged him into but that is another fantasy altogether. 

A train ride, one stranger, wandering hands and an encounter which is so wrong…. I know, but the thought of it just excites me so much.