As she stood on the platform, waiting for the underground commuter train to arrive, Kate surveyed the crowd forming around her. The number of passengers did not appear excessive today, and she silently let out a sigh of relief to herself.
Kate rode the train to and from work nearly every day. Most of her journey was usually fairy comfortable, but the evening commutes were always busy. Some days, the train was absolutely packed, and she looked forward to these least of all. Kate did not suffer from a strong phobia of crowds, but she occasionally felt slightly claustrophobic, and usually did not enjoy a bunch of strangers packed into her personal space.
The train arrived, and Kate joined the rest of the passengers filing onto the cars. Most of the seats were already taken, and Kate chose a standing position away from the doors. She would be on the train for a fair number of stops, and preferred to avoid being in the way of others shuffling on and off the doors at each station.
She glanced around for signs of any creepy "touchy-feely" passengers. These were extremely rare, but they did exist. Kate had a tall, tight athletic build, cute short blond hair, and large blue eyes. Though she dressed prim and proper, she knew that she sometimes still provided an attractive target to those out for a cheap feel. The crowded trains provided ample opportunity for "accidental" touches that were not always welcome.
Kate wondered how much worse the unwanted attention might be if the whole truth about her were obvious from first glance. "If they only knew the details of the body and mind that hide under these conservative work clothes" Kate thought to herself. Kate was a regular runner, and kept her body well toned. She had a tight ass, perky small breasts, and strong legs. She also kept her pubic hair shaved clean. She loved the smooth skin that secretly made her feel naughty inside. The lack of hair also enhanced the sensations when she rubbed her pussy, which she did often.
Though her professional outward appearance gave no hints to the truth, Kate had recently re-discovered her intense sexual side. Though she longed to share that secret side of herself with an equally passionate partner, the current demands of her profession and personal life had prevented her the time to allow for anyone serious in a long time.
Kate smiled to herself as she thought back through her sexual history, recalling the major events and discoveries that had shaped her sexual side. Her memories would always begin as a teenager, lying awake in bed at night, her fingers slowly exploring the curves and folds of her body. One night, after paying extra attention to her pussy, and thrilling in the intense sensations that made it wetter and wetter, she brought herself to her very first orgasm. Kate savored the explosive memory, and smiled to herself remembering how much she had struggled to control her voice to avoid awakening her sleeping family.
A year later, she had her first encounter with a partner. They had both been quite inexperienced, and their eager groping of each other's bodies had been passionate, although highly clumsy. However, Kate had surprised herself by rapidly wrapping her mouth around his hard cock and discovering the experience thrilled and excited her. Her attention had quickly resulted in his cock exploding with cum all over her chest. Though a little taken aback by her own bold actions, Kate spent every night the following week furiously rubbing her pussy to orgasm at the lust-filled memory.
Thinking about that 'first' always made Kate shift to thinking about her first real boyfriend, and all the firsts they had explored together. Her mind quickly flashed through the memories of their first sex together, the first times he swallowed his cum, the first time she had been penetrated from behind, and the first time she had ridden one top of him, and his cum filling her pussy as she screamed in orgasm.
As their relationship had progressed, so had their sexual experiences. Kate always felt a wave of extreme naughtiness when she recalled the role play they had performed, the spankings she had enjoyed receiving, and the times she had loved being tied up and at his complete control. And then she always shivered deep inside when she recalled discovering the incredible sensations his finger caused when he has first slipped it inside her ass. Those sensations had awakened her most secret desires to let out the naughtiest sexual desires that lived deep inside her, finally free to be expressed.
Sadly, personal differences and moves for careers brought that relationship to an end after a few years. Kate had experienced other adventures since, but the long series of 'firsts' always made that relationship special in her mind.
Brought back out of her daydreaming, Kate became aware that during the last few stops, the train had begun to fill at a rate a bit higher than normal. There was less and less open space to stand at each stop, and each time more people boarded the car than then number who disembarked. Soon, the crowd was filling in all around Kate.
Kate was a little surprised to notice her claustrophobic feeling beginning to rise. She reminded herself she had comfortably ridden on trains as crowded as this before with no issues. She took a few deep breaths and found herself beginning to relax a bit. Biting her lip, she worked to get her panic under control.
Before completely calming down, the train pulled into the next stop. Kate's heart sunk a little as she saw the huge number of people waiting on the platform. The doors opened and a few passengers stepped out. But it seemed like 10 times as many stood ready to take their places. The car filled and Kate was completely blocked in. She could barely move without bumping people. Despite all rational thought, she was suddenly feeling very panicked. She struggled to contain her racing thoughts, and control her breathing.
She concentrated on the gentle rolling movement of the train, trying to block out her terrified thoughts. Without warning, the car lurched to the side, and most of the passengers shifted abruptly. With nowhere to step, the bodies bumped together in a multitude of collisions. A domino-like effect tumbled several people into the front of Kate, nearly knocking her backwards off her feet.
As she fought to keep herself from tumbling, Kate felt arms wrap around her from behind. She was terrified and furious at the violation! How dare someone restrain her like this? What right did this person have to invade her personal space? The shock and anger and terror nearly paralyzed Kate, and she couldn't even bring herself to yell.
Then she realized that the person behind her was not holding her tightly. Rather, the arms were forming a barrier or cage around her, holding back the other unbalanced bodies that would be otherwise pressed into her, possibly crushed against her. This mystery person must have been exerting a great deal of strength to hold back the pressure of the crowd.
Kate tried to turn around, but only managed a slight movement. Unable to get a glimpse of anyone behind her, she could feel a bearded face by the side of her head, and realized that the powerful arms almost hugging her must obviously belong to a man. A surprisingly smooth voice began to whisper in her ear.
"Don't be scared, I mean you no harm. I saw you lose your balance and was scared you could fall in this crowd. I apologize for the intrusion, but I didn't want you to be hurt. You had a look of panic on your face a moment ago. I'm guessing you don't like crowds?"
Astonished by all this and at a lack for words, Kate could only nod her head. She felt the stranger's arms tighten around her, but in a comforting manner that was not too excessively snug.
