The note just said, "Be at the train station at 7 p.m. Get on the express train at your regular stop. Be sure to take the 4th car and go to the very rear of the car. Don't plan on sitting down." Of course it also went into explicit details of what I was to be wearing. I was to have on my short black leather mini skirt and 4" heels. My blouse was to be the sheer white one. I was allowed to wear a braβ¦the red one that barely cupped the lower part of my 38D breasts.
At least it was dark and unless you were very close to me you couldn't tell I was dressed as I was. I kept looking around hoping to see you come up to the stop with me. I was sure you were there just watching me. Just being sure I was following your orders.
Suddenly the train appeared. The crowd pushed against one another, everyone hoping to get on and find a seat. I carefully counted the cars as they came to a shuddering halt. I didn't want to be on the wrong one. Slowly I inched my way into the car and through the mass of humanity. No one ever looks another person in the eye and as I scanned the crowd in the darkened area you were no where to be seen. I continued my trek to the rear.
Finally, making it to my ordered position, I turned and held the rail as the train jerked to an abrupt start. It took both hands to keep myself upright. That and the sudden assistance that someone to my rear decided to give.
There was suddenly a hand cupped over my ass. It was a good thing that the train was making so much noise with its creaks and groans that no one would hear my sudden gasp. I told myself there was nothing to be concerned about, but I wasn't sure that it was you. But then, who else could it be. This was where you told me to stand. I leaned back a little to acknowledge the hand. It squeezed. I couldn't help but have a shiver run through my body. I could tell you felt it as well with the gently squeezing you continued to apply. I settled back to enjoy the ride.
The trip your hand took was decidedly sure of itself. Of course you knew that I was told to not wear panties tonight. The hand crept slowly but surely underneath the layer of leather and around to the front of my thigh. I was so wet already that drips were running down my thighs. The hand was finally there after its slow course. My clit was screaming for attention. I leaned back further, giving better access. You got the hint and began a gentle but thorough massage of my pussy. My sighs and groans were louder but I didn't care and I doubt anyone heard them anyway. No one could see one another in the darkness so it really didn't matter. I was just going to enjoy the ride.