SHE had reconciled herself to being on a packed train, but had never seen it THIS crowded. The woman had tried to stay by the door of the car, but with the influx of people had moved toward the back of the car. She stood slightly sideways staring straight ahead at the woman in front of her and held on to the bar above her, resigned herself to an uncomfortable, boring ride. "At least" she thought optimistically "my stop is an early one."
HE felt his body sway along with his fellow passengers in rhythm with the erratic movements of the train. One jolt made him move forward so that his crotch just barely, almost imperceptivity scraped against the butt of the woman in front of him. It was a ghost of a touch, but he was horrified that she would notice. He immediately thought that she would turn around and yell at him. But she didn't, she hadn't seemed to notice. It had felt good he realized. After a minute, he wondered if he could replicate it. The thought made his cock harden. At the next change of direction in the car, he deliberately moved his hips forward. Once again, he was able to achieve that sort of non-touch that was the vaguest whisper of a touch... He was fully erect now and realized that his cock was brushing gently along what had to be either her pants, or more likely a skirt. The contacts were so gentle that it seemed she did not realize it. It became a fun game to achieve just that ghostly touch, it was exciting and he was enjoying it. It seemed perfectly safe too; she didn't seem to notice and the train was so crowded no one could see the hard on in his pants. He sereptiously slid a hand in his pants and adjusted his cock so the underside could feel those secret contacts.
SHE had the feeling from time to time in the ride that something was barely brushing against her, but I wasn't enough for her to do anything, or even be sure. She couldn't tell what it was, if anything at all. Suddenly the train gave a lurch and she stepped back slightly to keep her footing. Then she felt it, someone's hard dick rubbing against her ass. She immediately tried to move forward, but there was a woman inches in front of her and a man in front of that woman. Nevertheless, she was able to move a couple of inches to her front away from the member.
HE was horrified. The jolt had pressed his dick into her ass and there could be no doubt that it was anything but a hard on. He desperately tried to think of something to say, some excuse or explanation as he steeled himself for the inevitable denunciation. His motion into her had obviously been due to the train's motion and that was easily explained. But there was no explanation for his rock-hard state. He had to be a pervert! He desperately tried to think of something to say, some excuse or explanation as he prepared himself for the inevitable denunciation. But the denunciation never came.
SHE was almost as embarrassed as he was. She really didn't know what to say or do, so she said and did nothing. The train trundled along. This explained all the ghost touches she had been feeling. "It wasn't her imagination" she thought and sort of laughed to herself, "It was a dick." The guy pressed against her ass and got hard. She thought. "So what was really wrong about that?" It was actually kind of a compliment, that she could get a guy so hot and bothered just with her bum. She considered herself a fairly normal, average woman. she rarely ever embraced her wild side...maybe she thought...this was a time when she should. The idea made he grin, maybe this wouldn't be such a boring ride. The train pulled into another station and as it did, she rotated her hips in a circle so that her ass barely grazed his front from side to side. "Oh, there is a hard on there she thought. She wondered if she could tell how big it was just with these touches. When the train started up again, she repeated the motion, trying to refine it to only scrape her cheeks against his hard on with no other contact between their bodies.
HE gasped at the more solid contact when the train stopped at the station. He wondered if the woman had accidentally moved back, perhaps lost her balance for a moment and since she had initiated the contact this time was too embarrassed to say anything. When the train lurched forward again, he felt her again, this time not as much as when the train stopped but more substantial contact then the previous phantom contacts. He wondered if she was particularly unstable, or, could it possibly have been...deliberate?
SHE began to warm up to this game. At the next lurch of the train, she again moved her hips to lightly caress his hard on. It was a challenge to just let her cheeks lightly kiss his dick without making full contact. She felt up to that challenge and took a sort of naughty enjoyment in meeting it. After all, in the presence of dozens of people she was essentially masturbating a total stranger. She glanced around her at the faces of the people she could see in the car where they were packed like sardines. She looked at an elderly couple and wondered what they would say if they knew. She could see a young man, maybe eighteen, maybe twenty and thought "don't you wish YOU were behind me. The thoughts emboldened her enough that she swiped her bum back to brush against him even though the car hadn't swayed. She chuckled a little when she heard a gasp from behind. She realized her own lower lips were getting damp.
HE gasped as she brushed against his cock again. Even though they were this close he couldn't see much of her, only the back of her head with her sleek dark hair like a helmet and her light tan jacket. He imagined she had a nice ass since she was a few inches away yet still able to make contact with him. He wanted to see her, was she pretty, was she black, white, Asian? He wanted to touch her, to reciprocate in some way; to do something for her but more than anything he wanted the game to continue. It was like they shared a secret in this crowded car, a secret that was exciting and at once very public, yet very private and their own. Underlying his lust and excitement there was gratitude and a strange sense of affection.
