I hate late night journeys, especially at the weekend. Happy revellers spill from the pubs and onto the last trains home, eager to avoid having to pay extortionate taxi fares.
Sadly I was neither happy nor drunk when I stepped onto the train. A long day in the office had left me tired and eager to get home to soak away my stresses in the shower.
Tonight the train is busier than normal and although I am in my usual spot, I am among a crowd of around ten other people. I can tell there is someone behind me so I am conscious not to step back too far. I hate anyone invading my personal space, so try not to make the same mistake myself.
It's hot and in an effort to ease the tension I feel, I move my head to the side stretching my neck and adjust my bag on my shoulder which causes my blouse to lower slightly revealing the top of my black lace bra. Behind me I hear a sharp exhale of breath and feel the cool breeze from it on my neck. I close my eyes momentarily and as the train jolts I lose my balance stepping back slightly, against what feels like a tall, lean body. Now I can feel every breath on my neck, and I have no idea why, but it excites me.
I'm not short at 5ft 7, but I gauge him to be around 6ft. I like taller men. I can smell his aftershave, something musky, and I can also smell alcohol, he's not drunk, but he's had a couple perhaps making him a little braver than normal. He adjusts the strap of my bag, his fingers grazing against the side of my breast as he does so. This time, the sharp exhale of breath is mine. As I am pushed against him yet again, I can tell he likes what he sees, there is a definite hardness that was not there previously.
I can't quite believe this is happening, nor can I believe how aroused I am at the thought of this total stranger reacting to my body. I certainly can't believe what I do next, which is to push myself backwards against him, a total invasion of his personal space, but from the way his hand goes to my hip and pulls me back, I guess not an unwelcome one.
The next stop is the one of the busiest and I expect to be jostled as people leave and sure enough I am, in fact I am turned around where I stand, and end up face to face with the stranger, who again places his hand gently on my hip to steady me. He smiles at me and I cannot help but grin back. He tells me his name is Paul and I tell him mine is Nicole, he tells me it's nice to meet me as his hand finds the small of my back and pulls me close, his head dipping forward as he lightly kisses my neck, his hand lowering to caress my arse.
My body betrays me. My cheeks flush, my nipples harden and there is a very welcome tingling between my legs. I moan quietly and bite my lip. He looks at me questioningly, I smile and using the tips of my fingers trace the outline of his cock through the material of his trousers. I think he has his answer.
He leans back and lets me continue to work his hardening cock. I watch his face, noting how his breathing quickens and when he finally looks at me it's almost as if his hazel eyes can see into my soul, which sends shivers right through my whole body. For some reason I know I can trust this man, he is, like me, simply turned on by a stranger.
