It happened last year on a very hot sticky Autumn evening. One of those where the sun has long gone down but the heat of the day is still lingering, almost suffocating. I work for a large advertising Company in the city and since leaving the office earlier that day I had headed off to Covent Garden with some colleagues to try out a new bistro. A bowl of pasta and several glasses of wine later, I was making my way back across London to the station in order to catch the tube train to Wimbledon where I was sharing a flat at the time, with a friend.
By the time I reached the steps of the station I could feel my clothes starting to stick to my body. Realising that I had probably had one too many glasses of wine for a long train journey home, I looked around for a loo, just to be on the safe side. I was feeling very relaxed (probably due to all the alcohol) and uncomfortable with my tight fitting silk underwear. Once I was inside the cubicle, in a moment of abandon I decided to remove my panties….sliding the luxurious fabric across the lacy tops of my hold up stockings and smoothly over my long tanned legs. I quickly stepped out of them and picked them up. I noticed that they felt damp and smiled to myself at the realisation that although the humidity probably contributed a little, it nevertheless did not account for the extensive damp patch stretching boldly across the crotch. I lifted the flimsy fabric to my nose and easily recognised the musky scent of my own juices.
My mind drifted back to earlier that evening when I had been indulging in some heavy flirting with the latest edition to our team, a very cheeky and extremely sexy computer programmer called Daniel. Although he was incredibly attractive and the sexual chemistry between us had been electric, I had decided to make him wait a little. It was probably inevitable that we would fuck someday soon but it’s a girls prerogative to play a little hard to get.
Stripped of my panties and feeling much cooler already I decided that the bra would have to go as well. I shimmied up the sheer fabric of my white georgette blouse and unclipped the front of my bra, allowing my fully heavy breasts to fall free. I have always been particularly proud of my breasts. Since the age of about fifteen they have always been full and firm and tipped with dark prominent nipples.
Feeling so much better, I smoothed my short red skirt down over the full cheeks of my arse, tucked my blouse into the waistband of my skirt, put my bra into the top of my handbag, along with my panties and set off to catch my train.
I was very grateful for the breeze that was blowing through the underground corridors. It was blowing freely up my skirt, cooling me, forcing the flimsy fabric of my blouse against my sensitive nipples, teasing the flesh and sending shimmers of arousal though my body.
I reached the train just as the doors were about to close. I ran across the platform and leaped into the carriage just in time. In doing so, the admiring gaze of a certain spotty youth leaning beside the door, did not go unnoticed. He did little to hide the excitement as his eyes feasted on my breasts bouncing freely as I ran.
The carriage was very crowded. Not unusual for that time of night. I squeezed myself into the centre of the carriage, supporting myself against one of the metal poles. It was hot and stuffy and the train seemed to be going particularly slowly. We pulled into another station and another crowd of people shuffled in. There was a lot of movement and I found myself moving further into the aisle between the seats. As I turned I noticed that the spotty teenager had positioned himself at my side. He stood there with his Walkman blaring out some sort of Indie music, grinning from ear to ear, obviously enjoying the view. The train jerked into motion lurching everyone forward. Looking for something to steady me I reached up and grabbed one of the overhead straps.
I realised that the motion of the train was causing my large breasts to jiggle wildly beneath my blouse. I reached up with the other hand and grabbed another strap. Teasing the youth like this way made me begin to feel quite horny. The youth’s face was getting redder by the second and although he was sporting a long sweater which was obscuring his fly, I knew that it was almost certainly struggling to contain a stiff cock.
The carriage was really cramped now. I was so close to the seats that I realised that I was almost certainly obliterating the view of a very smartly dressed business man who was sitting in front of me. There was a shift again, spotty youth disappeared from sight and I was pushed closer still to The Suit (who was probably old enough to be my dad). He didn’t look too perturbed however. His gaze was wandering between my ample breasts and the front of my skirt. His eyes seemed to be burrowing through the fabric to view the neatly trimmed triangle.
I was just wondering whether he could smell the heady scent of love juice, wafting out from beneath my skirt when I became aware of someone standing very close behind me. I knew that they were facing my back because I could feel hot breath on the back of my neck. I couldn’t look round because I was hemmed in between the person at my back and the suit in front of me who was now eying my stocking tops appreciatively. I could tell from the earthy smell of aftershave and fresh sweat that the presence behind me was male. My arse was chaffing against him and very soon I realised that what was pressing against the small of my back was an extremely stiff cock.
I was starting to get familiar twinges of excitement from my pussy when I felt a hand slowly caressing the back of my thigh. Slowly it slid up beneath the hem of my skirt and began to caress the fleshy cheeks of my arse, running a finger slowly down the crease to wards my hot slit. Intoxicating ripples of excitement started to flood through my body.
