This is a true account and probably doesn't go far enough for some..but that's reality for you.
I was sent to do a repair in a highbrow bakery in London. "Just get the train down with a few tools" they said. Well of course those few tools turned into me looking like a Sherpa's pony...struggling and sweating across London, to do a stressy repair for ungrateful and unfriendly store staff. The thankless task was eventually done with my escape dampened by the thought of the tube crush with me geared up like a human Buckaroo. A quarter mile walk found me squished on a tube sweating like a sweaty thing unable to move. My right arm stretched by a tool bag, my left tensioned with another bag and a drill box under my arm. A fresh burn on a knuckle of my left hand set to add to the joy of the journey. Ahead of me were three people in conversation..two men and a woman. The latter was a full bodied wide reared young woman in tight black trousers holding court with the two men. The addition of more passengers pushed them back against me and to my surprise I found my burn knuckled hand,which was jammed in my pocket trying ti take the weight of the drill box, feeling the heat from the woman's body. Her rear crevice for want of a better word was right next to my hand. I had nowhere to move to and felt awkward when a sudden movement of the train plunged her bum cheeks around my outstretched knuckle. It pressed against something warm..then was gone with the sway..then again it was on me..then as quickly gone again. I was shocked, then a little horny, then worried that I was gonna get taken for a perv and slapped. I couldn't move an inch and was still in a state of confusion when again I felt her against me..firmer now..but permenant. She leant against me despite the movement of the train, the rocking motion only serving to move the contact point back and forth by an inch or so. I got brave at this point and bent my finger so my knuckle was hard against her feeling sure she would move away but she seemed to lean harder. Still talking to the guys who were oblivious she showed no sign of pulling away..which she could easily have done at this point. I couldn't actually believe it. I mean I should explain what me being hard against her actually meant. Obviously I would like to say it was her pussy but no...with the position we were in it had to be her bum hole and her taint that were circling my admittedly now deliberately stuck out knuckle. This went on for two stops until the number of people in the carriage dropped and we naturally seperated. Now at this point I can't see her face..I have no sign of dissapproval or approval. My arms are aching like fuck but I daren't change position cos I needed her to see if she looked round that here I was decked out like Santa with a broken down sleigh..stuff under my arms, I couldn't move. One more stop I had to go and the tension in my arms and my head was huge. Finally we arrived and I trudged on to the platform to find that she too had alighted. We walked parallel for a few steps before finally we had the briefest eye contact. Now this eye contact decided my fate really, as she was judge and jury delivering a verdict on my status, pervert or player. Had she shown disgust then I would have been shamed to the core. But no...no disgust, just wide eyed questioning surprise like mine, curiousity behind the gaze..confirmation of her complicitness but indicative of the disbelief at the surreality of what had just happened.
And then she was gone..we went our seperate ways. No frenzied quicky with a stranger in a station toilet..no satisfactory conclusion of any kind. Just a dazed walk to St Pancras wondering what the fuck just occurred and whether I would make the next train home! |
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This happened to our male half on the Bakerloo line a few years ago, it was packed and summer. Mr was stood behind a lady in her late 20s in a summer dress. She started to rub her arse into his groin. (so its not always the blokes that are horny and naughty) He was shocked and didn't move, but got a raving hard on up against her. This carried on for two more stops. Then she casually stroked his cock as she got off at the next stop |
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"This happened to our male half on the Bakerloo line a few years ago, it was packed and summer. Mr was stood behind a lady in her late 20s in a summer dress. She started to rub her arse into his groin. (so its not always the blokes that are horny and naughty) He was shocked and didn't move, but got a raving hard on up against her. This carried on for two more stops. Then she casually stroked his cock as she got off at the next stop"
Wow! Glad to hear someone had a similar experience...that does sound really hot. Confusing for the guy as it's so unexpected, but welcome for the woman to be the instigator. A rare but wonderful occurance.
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