Edited with my grateful thanks:
by LESTRANGE.
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I'm a twenty year old woman that's had to move south to the London area for work, where I quickly came to realize I couldn't afford to live. I had to move further out, which didn't help all that much, though I discovered I could get a cheap seasonal rail ticket. I had a good job which had started out on a low wage until I got to know the dos and do nots, just like an apprenticeship, but it's not an apprenticeship, if you get my meaning.
So I rented a room at a boarding house that was cheap enough, got a couple of days off work to move in and to find my way around. Not once did I think it would be like this, just to get to work from where I was, but it was!
First I'd ride my bike to the station where I'd lock it up for the return journey. Then I'd take the train to a station close to where I work and walk from there. Nobody told me how crowded the train would be every morning. Only passengers getting on at the earlier stations actually found seats in less crowded cars. Anyone else had to stand in the aisles, crammed in like sardines. There was no personal space whatsoever! You just grabbed hold of what you could and hung on 'till you could get off at your station.
By the Friday after my move, I rang up my manager to let him know I could return to work earlier than expected, if he needed me. He asked if I'd be willing to come in on the Saturday for a few hours to make up some of the time I'd taken off to move. I was an inconvenience but how could I say no, so I agreed to come in over the weekend for a few hours a day.
Being the weekend I didn't think the train would be as crowded as it was, but with all the mum's, dads and their kids barging their way past you, it was just as busy. One of the young girls pushed past me knocking me over, I ended up sitting on this poor man's hand who was trying to get it out from under me. It didn't seem to matter how hard I tried to get back up, I'd just fall back on him. It was embarrassing to feel him touching me like that; his hand was wriggling about under me. I could still feel it against me, when I got back up and we apologised to each other.
I moved up the car away from him out of sheer embarrassment and stood in front of the doors next to another woman. The pole you can hang onto, that splits the corridor in two, was the only thing I could grab to hold myself steady. Because I wasn't tall enough to reach for the overhead straps, I reached for the post instead. The only part of it I was able to grab onto was the curvy bit of the child's post.
It soon became apparent, with the movement of the train, that this woman's hip would touch the back of my hand. It didn't really bother me until she turned to me, to say something about how crowded the train was. The train jostled, someone bumped into the back of her, and she complained to that person over her shoulder. I looked down at my hand shocked, completely shocked! Her womanhood had my hand trapped, rubbing herself against the back of my hand.
'She must know; she must feel my hand there!' my mind screamed at me.
She said to me "I'm sorry about that dear, there are some really ignorant people about these days, don't you think? Still you can't blame them for the train being so over crowed. It's like having an orgy fully clothed, you've got to expect being touched-up some times when it's like this, just ignore it love, you'll do alright!"
When I looked at her, to discreetly let her know I could feel her rubbing against my hand, she was just looking off into the distance completely ignoring what was happening down there. I couldn't simply let go, I'd be tossed about like a leaf in the wind.
"Excuse me miss, I whispered quietly, "But I can feel... Ow!"
Some guy moved past me, reaching for the pole too, hitting my bust right across my nipple.
"Some people," she said, leaning in to whisper and pressing herself even harder against my hand. "Some people will do anything for a quick touch of a woman's tits! There was no point in saying anything to him, it was an accident after all, plus I don't think you want to make a fuss, not with all these kids about, best to just ignore it is what I say, pretend it wasn't happening."
What she said next has stayed with me ever since. "Can I ask you something dear?" she whispered in my ear, I could feel her warm breath against my neck. "Tell me; are your nipples hard like mine now? I can't see them so I can't tell, but mine, here look, they're like tent poles against my blouse!" she said, indicating her chest and rubbing herself, harder and faster, against the back of my hand.
I could have told her yes, if it wasn't for the way my body started to react to what had already happened; was happening. There was a tingling from my nipples as they got harder from that guy hitting them, and I could still feel that first guy's hand touching me from when I fell on him. I was already moist, and it was getting harder for me to breathe, and I could feel my cheeks start to blush. Oh, I was badly missing my ex-boyfriend, who I hadn't seen now for some moths, I needed male companionship badly to sort me out.
It didn't want this woman, rubbing herself against the back of my hand and gaining a positive glow about her. When I looked down though, I saw that it wasn't actually her, well not all of it anyway; it was the man who stood behind her, thrusting himself against her while she'd been whispering in my ear, which then pushed her womanhood onto my hand. She was getting it from both ends, and by the look on her face she was enjoying it.
I'd never before, considered myself a lesbian, but feeling her soft openness, on the back of my hand, had me wondering, as the train pulled up at my station, what it would be like to feel another woman, to kiss her and to taste her?
I got off the train and went straight to the public lavatories to calm myself down before I got to work. There were drip trails down the inside of my thighs, I was that wet! My knickers were even worse; I had to take them off and put them in my bag, then dry myself. I knew what I was like when I got like this, I'd be unsettled all day till I got back home to sort myself out.
I did my best to calm myself with a splash of water on my face and chest then set off to work.
I couldn't keep still in the office; I'd be typing something and rubbing myself against the edge of my seat, or sitting on the corner of the table reading something. Thankfully I was the only one in the office, so no one was about, to be a witness to my deviant behaviour. At lunch time I took myself off to the toilets for a wee, not intending, though ending up doing things to myself. I got some tissue paper to wipe myself, and moaned out loud the moment I touched myself.
I pulled my skirt up to my waist and looked down; I was open, puffy and wet looking. My clitoris stood proudly between my lips demanding attention. I touched it then sank my fingers inside to satisfy my urgent need. I thought I was all alone, till I heard shuffling from the next cubical.
