The Train Ride

Drudgery. That's the word to describe riding the train into the city every day. It's hot in the summer, and cold in the winter. I have to stand almost every day. Even if I do snag a seat, some pregnant woman always shows up, and I have to give it away. I wish I could afford to drive into the city, but the cost of parking is insane. So there I was, on the train again, dressed in a suit and tie, and bored out of my mind with a thousand other commuters.

The train slowed to make a stop, I glanced up from my phone to look around. Still three stops to go. Yawn. That's when she walked in. I've seen her before, a complete and total smokeshow. Short dress, high heels, and showing enough cleavage to get the attention of every man on this train. Eyes darted in her direction as she walked down the aisle. She walked slowly towards the front of the train, and she stopped a few feet from me. She turned her back to me and grabbed a railing to hold onto. It's my lucky day, I thought. It doesn't happen often, but this was my day. I smiled to myself.

My eyes wandered up and down her back. Her long, muscular legs, nice round ass, and those high heels. Fuck, I wanted her. I immediately started fantasizing about chatting her up, but I knew it would never happen. She's so far out of my league, I would make a fool of myself.

We pulled into the next station and more people piled on the train. She turned in my direction as she took a step closer to me. For a moment, our eyes met. She smiled at me as I did my best to look in her eyes. But my peripheral vision caught some of that cleavage, her breasts looked amazing. She turned away from me as she backed in. She was close enough that I could smell her. She smelled like flowers in the spring, maybe violets.

The train lurched as we started up, and I bumped into her. I mumbled an apology as the train got moving, but she didn't even turn around as we rattled along the tracks. One more stop to make, then the long ride through the tunnel into the city. The last stop is always the worst, the trains get packed. As we pulled into the station, it looked a mob waiting to get on. Soon they started flooding into the train cars.

"Excuse me," she said as she pushed into me.

"You're good," I replied. She was close to me, so close that I could look over her shoulder and down the front of her dress. Fuck, those tits. Amazing. Everyone packed into the train and we started the last leg of our trip. The train bumped along as we picked up speed. We swayed along with the train, I bumped into her, and she bumped into me.

Her ass brushed against my cock as we lurched along. For the first time, I felt myself getting aroused. Fuck. No. My cock began to get harder as her ass bumped into it again and again. Worse yet, I could still see over her shoulder and into her dress. I was hypnotized watching those big tits bounce along with the train. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm getting harder and harder. The smallest bump sent my cock brushing against her ass. I could feel the curve of her ass against my cock. I'm fucked.

She had to notice as my erection settled between the cheeks of her ass, rubbing up and down. No one could see what was going on in the crowded train, but I was basically dry humping her. I didn't mean to, but I was. Worse yet, it felt good. I was getting hotter and hotter, even if I didn't want to. Fuck me. I tried to turn away, but the train was too crowded, there was nowhere to turn.

Another bump, my hard cock pressed against her through the thin fabric of my work slacks. She looked back at me over her shoulder. She had to see me looking at her tits. She smiled at me, my eyes opened wide in surprise. A smile? I felt her hand touch my stomach, then push into my pants. Holy fuck, what was she doing? Her hand rubbed along the top of my cock, it felt incredible. I bumped into her, pushing my hard cock against her hand. I moaned quietly, my cock couldn't have been any harder.

That's when I felt it, she reached past my cock and wrapped her fingers around my balls. She squeezed them, mashing them flat in her palm.

"Oh!" I groaned, just loud enough for her to hear. Her fingers pushed into the soft and sensitive meat of my testicles. "Fuck!" I winced through gritted teeth. She pushed her fingers in deep, and the mind-bending pain shot through me.

"My balls," I groaned into her ear. She pulled on them, forcing them to the end of my ballsack. She pinched them between her fingers as that burning pain made my legs weak. My cock pressed hard against her ass cheeks. Her breasts bounced along with the train as we entered the tunnel. I watched her breasts, and I felt myself losing control. Don't do it! No ... don't ... cum.

"FUCK!" I moaned as my cock didn't listen to me. It spurted a load of cum into my pants as she squeezed my balls into submission. My head fell against her shoulder, my mouth was next to her neck. Fuck, she smelled so good. My cock blasted more and more cum into my pants. It rubbed between the cheeks of her ass as it throbbed in my pants. Her fingers kneaded and squeezed my balls, squishing all the cum from them.

I came for most of the trip through the tunnel, the loud noise of the train obscuring my moans. As we came out of the tunnel, she pulled her hand from my pants. She turned towards me and wiped her hand on my jacket, then she turned away again. I looked down at the large wet spot between my legs. I took my jacket off and held it in front of my crotch. I was going to have to buy a new pair of slacks, because there was no hiding the cum stains.

We pulled into the station, and people started exiting the train. Passengers stood up and flooded into the aisles as we exited. She soon disappeared into the crowd.

"Fuck," I mumbled to myself. I walked uncomfortably off the train and into the crowded city streets. My balls ached, my pants were wet, and I was so completely satisfied. That was the greatest train ride of my life.