I know how this will sound, but it really was just like any other evening rush hour. It had been a long day, and I hadn't even had a chance to stop for lunch. So at 6pm, I decided to call it a day and headed for the station. As I got onto the platform, there were clearly more people than usual for that time of the evening. This usually meant one thing. There was something wrong with the service. Sure enough, a few minutes later an announcement was made. The train that should have arrived 5 minutes before I got to the station, which had previously been delayed, was now cancelled. Much as the announcer apologised for any inconvenience caused, it didn't make things better. They informed the waiting crowd that the next train would be along any minute now, but warned that it would be very overcrowded.
As the train pulled onto the platform, I jostled for position with my fellow commuters. Knowing the route well, the doors opened right in front of me, allowing me to get on first. I found a spot in the corner opposite the closed doors and stood my ground. In front of me was a girl I'd seen before. She was often on the train and was always on before me, frequently making me wonder where she got on. I subtly looked her up and down, as I had done many times before. She was slim and attractive, around 5' 6" with an athletic figure and shoulder length, blonde hair. Today she was dressed in a pretty black dress that Audrey Hepburn would have been jealous of. My subtle look must have lingered a little too long, as I looked up to notice her noticing me. I looked away, trying not to show my obvious embarrassment but knowing that I was blushing profusely. The doors slammed shut and the train began to move.
In order not to catch her gaze again, I stared at the floor. I noticed that she was wearing red, open toed shoes and my mind began to wander. I'll admit that I have a bit of a thing for feet, and the thought of her feet, with their beautifully painted toenails, covered in oil, sliding up and down my... well, you get the idea.
When we reached the next station, even more people got on, forcing everyone closer together. I struggled to get any distance between myself and this girl. As the carriage filled, it was no use, and I ended up pinned against her.
"Sorry for this. Are you OK?" I asked.
"Sure. I'm fine." she responded.
The scenario had left my groin grazing her abdomen which was no real problem, or at least not to start with.
As the train began to pull away, the movement of the carriage made us rub together. Our initial touching would have been just bearable for the journey, but this movement was beginning to have an effect on me. Or at least, on part of me. My hands were locked tight against two grab handles above my head to stop me from pushing against her and it soon became apparent that I had nothing to hide my arousal. I tried the usual method of thinking about something, anything else to control myself and it was proving a challenge. Just at that point, I felt the contact between us change. The relatively passive rubbing between our bodies had been replaced. Unless I was completely mistaken, I could feel something starting to trace the line of my shaft, perhaps her fingers. I was convinced that I could feel her fingers moving up and down my length but really couldn't be sure that this wasn't all part of my overactive imagination. I was struggling once more to think of other, more appropriate thoughts for a rush hour train journey, when I felt the sensation alter again. This time, I was certain that I could feel her thumb and index finger either side of my cock.
Having been looking away, I plucked up the courage to confront her with my eyes. I looked down at her, to find that she was already looking back.
