Waiting for the train at the subway station, Sally was still feeling uncomfortable with the tingling of her erogenous zones. That dick in her arse and the feeling in the toilet were playing on her body. By the time the train arrived, Sally's nipples were sticking out through the soft built in bra of her dress. Her cunt was wet and she had to grip her thighs together for relief. She wanted to rub her clitoris against some guy. Maybe she can make it look like an incidental rub as she brushed up against hunk.
Frantically, Sally scoured the platform. She saw this cute guy getting in the carriage just ahead of her. He was dressed in a smart suit and carrying a leather brief case. Sally liked her men tall, beefy and athletic. He was none of these. He looked like just another office clerk on the way home from court. He looked harmless, hardly capable of ravishing her and sexually satisfying her. She thought of him as a wimpy 'Mr Harmless'. The ideal type she could use and drop with impunity.
Sally pressed her breast against his arm as she was about to walk past. The surge from her nipples shot down to her clit and she felt her pussy rub against his butt cheek. She gasped at the delicious contact. She made sure her steaming pussy and tits pressed against him. Her hard nipples and hot pussy lingered on the guy longer than she wanted. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. She felt confident he was harmless and would just go home and masturbate over the encounter. She felt dirty.
'Mr Harmless' felt her hard nipples against his arm and he felt her warm soft pussy. He had a good look at how her drop dead body filled out that tight cotton mini-dress. He thought it was too good to be true and too good for anything to come of it. He smiled at her butt and wondered if she was wearing a panty. He was no reckless sexual predator. He'll just have a quiet ride home, he thought.
When Sally entered the carriage, she went straight for the window bench seat at the rear of the carriage. She wanted to sit away from everyone, while she coped with her private yearnings. She looked out the window, into the subway tunnel, to shut the world out. The blood rushing through her erogenous zones made her pant and her face flush. She crossed her legs and slowly placed a hand between her thighs, while she cupped her breasts with her other hand. From the reflection in the carriage window, she noticed 'Mr Harmless' coming towards her. She looked up and had a quick look at him. He looked like Matthew Gray Gubler of Criminal Minds. "He would probably read me a bed time story" she thought.
Clumsily, he sat next to her. A little too closely. He almost sat on her lap. He then pulled out a broadsheet newspaper from his brief case to read. Sally ignored him and leaned her head against the window. She thought about her day and what an interesting one it was. Being fucked up the arse would not have been so bad if the old bastard had brought her to orgasm and satisfied her lust. She had a peripheral look at 'harmless'. He started to look good to her. Not the macho type she liked, but he must have a dick. "But is he man enough for me?" She wondered.
Sally did not realize it, but she was reeking of sex. The smell of her pussy was driving 'harmless' crazy. He wondered if he was sitting next to a woman who had just had wild sex. His dick started to twitch and he imagined what she would be like to have sex with. The thought made him quiver. "She would be red hot" he decided.
As 'Mr Harmless' opened the newspaper he saw Sally's left thigh. Smooth, soft and white. His eyes followed those thighs down to where her butt was on the seat. Sally was watching his reflection in the train window as they travelled along the subway. She pretended she did not know he was looking, or how much she was showing. Her nipples were getting harder and she wanted to pinch them.
Her face was flushed and Sally started to fidget with desire. She slid back into the seat, raising her left leg higher. The handbag on her lap was pressed into her pussy. She thought about sticking her hand between her thighs.
'Harmless' was now very aware of Sally. He was completely attuned to how her body was placed. That raised left thigh was close enough for him to touch. It was like it wanted to be caressed. He opened the newspaper wide enough so that the outside of his right hand touched Sally's leg above the knee. Her skin felt soft and cool. She immediately shifted her leg slightly, so that the hand did not rest on her thigh.
She did not shift her body away from him, as women do when they want to create space to get away from a man. He felt encouraged by this. He lowered his hand along the edge of the newspaper, so that he caressed further down the curve of her thigh with the outside of his fingers. So soft and silky. Once more this beautiful brunette shifted her leg away, but not her body.
'Harmless' moved his hand further down the edge of the newspaper, following the curve of her thigh. Sally loved the touch of his hand. It was not sweaty or coarse. It felt tentative and polite. It was as if he was asking permission to grope her. She loved this game of tease. She wanted to see how far he would go. Sally shifted her leg away slightly and hoped he would go higher up her thigh.
'Harmless' could not believe he was doing this. It was as if he was on a slippery slide and he could not stop until he reached the bottom. Once more he slid his hand down the edge of the newspaper. It now touched half way up her thigh. This was getting into private territory. He had practically ran his hand up her thigh in an unbelievable fondle of a mystery beauty. This was the best experience he had had in his life.
There was a part of Sally that was dirty and wicked. That part of her wanted to raise her thigh higher so that his hand would glide down to her butt. Sally took in a deep breath and shifted her leg away once more, but did not shift her body.
"Surely she knows I'm fondling her thigh? She can't be oblivious to this. She has not shifted her body away or moved seat." He thought to himself. He glanced at her. She was so pretty, elegant and classy. What tits, legs and arse to go with that face! He knew he would never have a chance in real life with her, so he may as well take his chance to grope now and live with the memory.
He slide his hand down to the corner of the newspaper, which he had arranged to cover the hem of her skirt. He touched that part of her which connected with the seat. It was warm. It was as if he was fondling the warmth of her butt crack. He was expecting to get a slap on the face.
Sally was totally conflicted. Her clit was on fire and she wanted to reach down and rub her pussy to relieve herself. But the good girl in her made her shift her thigh away once more.
'Mr Harmless' had gone as far as he could. He had run his hand along the length of the thigh. He would love to explore more of this woman, but could not work out how that could be achieved. Satisfied he had got the most out of this grope, he turned the page of his newspaper and continued reading.
The day's stimulants were making Sally feel aggressive. She wanted to stick a finger in her cunt to give herself an orgasm. She was tired of the "touchy-feely" game. She arched her back and raised her arms to stretch out in her seat. This pumped her breasts out and lifted her crotch up. She then slumped back as if this was all just a normal movement.
The alcohol in Sally's system caught up with her. She felt relaxed and drowsy and mischievous. The grope had stopped and the journey felt boring. She thought disparagingly of 'Mr Harmless'. "He did not have the balls that dirty old Tom had. At least dirty Tom was man enough to go for it." In exasperation Sally uncrossed her legs and pretended to look out the window at the platform as the train pulled into the next station. She brushed the side of her left breast against his right arm. She then sank back with her legs apart and the hem of her dress carelessly bunched up in her lap.
'Mr Harmless' noticed every move she made. Her tit felt fabulously round and soft. It was apparent her bra was not padded. She was raising the ante. How far did she want to go? He turned the page of this very helpful newspaper and held it out wider, so that the edge was now between Sally's unfolded thighs. His hand was near her crotch and low enough so that he could feel the heat from her steaming pussy.
'Harmless' glanced at Sally. She had her eyes closed, pretending to sleep. She looked totally at ease, maybe too at ease, maybe very drunk. He gently lowered the edge of the newspaper so that it rested between her thighs. He then ran his hand along the edge of the newspaper and lightly placed his fingers on the inside of Sally's left thigh. She could either close her thighs or open them. Sally opened her legs slightly. This felt like an invitation to keep going. 'Harmless' slowly ran his fingers up her thigh. Sally slowly spread her legs, in that delicious move that lovers make when they open themselves to each other. He followed the trail of heat coming from her most intimate area, until he reached that fork in her thighs where she had to splay open her legs if he was to reach her pleasure pit.
