Commuter Love

Travelling to work on the tube the other day I had a most unusual experience. Suited and booted, I was on my way to my office in the city, amidst the bustle and throng of London's rush hour traffic, and I happened to stand next to, indeed be tightly pressed against by the crowd, an incredibly beautiful woman. She was quite petit, with dark brown, shoulder-length hair, fair, creamy skin, wearing a grey power suit of stylish cut, a white blouse, and what I would only like to believe were delicate lace-topped stockings beneath her tight, knee-length skirt and heels. Her blouse was buttoned down quite low, and from my height above her I had a good view of her ample cleavage and the lacy black top of an expensive-looking silk bra.

Raised to be polite, I was trying not to stare, but couldn't help but steal the odd glance now and then as the tube bobbed and swayed along the tunnel. With each rattle and shunt she was thrown against me, and her delightfully wrapped bosom bounced against my lower rib cage tantalisingly. I could feel my penis growing uncontrollably, and was only thankful I had put on some quite tight-fitting boxers that morning, which would constrain me from popping right out and causing offence. However, as more people got on the train and she was pushed up harder against me, and I'm sure she couldn't but perceive the growing bulge in my trousers bucking against her midriff. Even worse, she kept catching me sneaking glimpses of her cleavage.

So I was eminently surprised when, without directly looking up at me, she actually seemed to pull her top down further, shuffling her figure provocatively as she did so. When she glanced up briefly into my eyes again, I was sure I detected in their subtle green hue a certain mischievous glint.

As it had been a while since I'd had any sex, my balls were fit to bursting. I had stored up a good couple of months' worth of cum, and they were heavy and spongy in my boxers which hugged them snugly.

All of a sudden I got my second surprise, when I felt my flies being unzipped and her manicured hand slip in to grip my package purposefully. I tried not to drop my briefcase, but she just stared blankly forward and pushed her tits up closer to me. I got another whiff of that intoxicating perfume, while her hand began to kneed and pound my cock and balls, never letting it free but somehow containing the whole bundle within the stretch of her warm palm and manicured fingers.

Because of her constraint, I couldn't grow to full erection, and my penis remained semi-hard as she cupped it firmly, the tips of her fingers gently tickling the underside of my ball sack through my underwear. She squeezed and massaged me for about 5 minutes as the train weaved between stops, while I stared dumbly down at her magnificent chest heaving and sighing with the motion of the carriage, pressing ever harder against me as she reached around my waste with her other hands and began groping my buttocks obscenely.

Before I knew what was happening I was ejaculating furiously into my pants, while she still held onto my manhood firmly, feeling the force of my semen spout up under her hand, coating my balls and firing back up the crack of my arse, soaking my boxers in warm sticky goo. As the next stop approached, she pulled away a bit and removed her hand from my trousers, re-securing my fly like a professional. She put the tips of her fingers to her nose and lips seductively, giving them a sniff and flashing her tongue provocatively for my pleasure, closing her eyes as she did so. Then she readjusted her breasts and blouse passionately.

As she was exiting the train she pushed past another gentleman who couldn't help but stare obviously at her tits.

'Do you mind?' She spurted indignantly so that everyone could hear, casting me a look over her shoulder as he turned a bright crimson. 'Pervert!' And with that she was gone.

Of course it was me who should have been red, as I had to make the rest of the way into the office absolutely covered with spunk beneath my trousers -- I don't think anyone had seen us, but I was increasingly paranoid other people on the train were nonetheless aware that I had somehow ejaculated in my pants. The rest of the journey saw me get redder and redder in the face; a phenomenon I tried to fob off by stretching my shirt neck and pretending to be hot. I had to go the rest of the day commando style, after washing myself down in the toilet, and all day as a result I was perpetually on the verge of another giant boner, thinking about what happened on the train, and how my cock now had nothing to stop it if it suddenly decided to burst forth again.

I've looked for the woman every day since on the same train, but haven't seen her again.