My body was begging for release even before I woke up. My nipples were hard, my pussy wet but I didn't have time to take care of myself. I had been out late again. College football and drinks with the boys at one of our favorite neighborhood bars.
I barely had enough time to shower and wash the bar stench of cigarettes and spilled beer from my body. I raced around our three bedroom apartment not at all surprised to find my roommates and a few other guys playing that same video game again, a Chicago' Pizza half eaten thin crust with sausage between them and a couple 2-liters of Coke.
I grunted at them as I rushed out the door and own the stairs. The scent of urine and stale beer hit me before I even opened the door to the outside. Living above a bar wasn't one of my best decisions, even if the place offered a great view of Wrigley.
My head was throbbing in beat with my nipples as I walked the two and half blocks to the Addison Red Line stop. I needed coffee but didn't have enough time to stop at the Starbuck's on my way.
The train wasn't too packed when I finally stepped on, but I knew the empty spaces would fill by the time we departed from Belmont. I entered the second to last car and moved to the back, away from the doors. I remained standing because in my experience it was usually easier to get off when you reached your stop.
We eased into Belmont and I braced myself for the crowd pushing to get a spot on the train. The doors opened as the loud recording announced our location. Cringing I moved into the small space at the very back of the car with two empty seats. My hangover got its way when I plopped down and closed my eyes trying to lose myself in the song playing on my iPod.
It was no use. The sound of the car filling up could be heard over my music. I tried to block it all out but my ears were overly sensitive and no matter how hard I tried I picked up every sound.
"Do you mind?" I heard and opened my eyes. A woman was standing inside the doorway with two young children. I gave her an annoyed smile and stood up allowing her and her children to have my seat and the space. I moved to the door way hoping I had done my good deed for the day.
By the time the train departed from Fullerton I was sandwiched between a loud student telling her friend about her boring professor and what felt like a brick wall. I had to crane my neck in order to see and I almost choked. The front of my body was pressed against a guy, who looked about my age. Possibly 25 at the oldest. He smiled down at me and looked over my head at the loud blondes behind me and gave me a little roll of his dark brown eyes. I couldn't help myself, I returned his smile.
The train suddenly jerked causing me to fall into him. His left arm, his free arm wrapped around my waist righting my balance.
"You okay?" He whispered.
I nodded and realized that my hands were grasping his flannel shirt and hard chest.
"It's about to get worse." He said, "The tracks up ahead are really bad."
I took the train every day and I knew that in order to keep myself balanced, I had to keep my legs slightly spread. The swaying of the car along the tracks caused my body to rub against him until suddenly I felt his thick thigh pressing between mine. It only took one violent jerk and his thigh was between my legs. I squeezed my eyes shut and I bit my bottom lip, hoping he wouldn't notice how wet I already was.
"Why don't you hold me and I'll keep us upright." He suggested, his eyes glancing above my head to the long silver pole he was holding onto. "Go ahead." He smiled.
I hesitated for only a second because I knew the ride wasn't going to get any easier. I didn't want to be one of those people who fell over on the train and definitely not in my tight business skirt. For some reason the Chicago Avenue stop was incredibly jerky. I wrapped my arms around his muscular chest and almost dug my fingers into his back.
"Better?"
I couldn't speak. I looked up and noticed a glint in his eyes. I couldn't help it, I licked my lips. Heat rushed through my body and I quickly looked away, hiding my face against his strong, masculine chest. His arm moved up from my waist to my back. I wasn't certain but it felt like his fingers were playing with the dark curls hanging loosely down my back. His chest rose as if he was taking a deep breath.
Is he smelling my hair?
When the train slowed into the next station his thigh quickly rubbed against my wet lips. He was perfectly positioned and before I could push away from him the train came to stop. A few people departed giving us a little more room, but he didn't let go of me. That was when I noticed my breathing.
Another wave of heat rushed through me.
Oh God please get me off this train soon
. I prayed silently.
The train lurched forward then stopped, sending half the people standing off balance. The guy kept us upright but the sudden stop thrust me against his thigh. A groan escaped my lips. Embarrassment washed over me. For the first time in my life I was grateful for the volume level of the conductor as he announced that a train in front of us was stopped.
The train jerked forward and stopped hard again. I couldn't be certain but it felt as if he had lifted me up when the train moved, because when the train stopped again, his thigh was even thicker between me quaking thighs. I gasped and tried not to grind myself against his leg.
The lights suddenly went out throwing us into semi darkness. My body tensed against him in surprise.
"It's okay, I got ya." He whispered, his head low, his mouth just above my ear.
The girls behind us pushed their way through the crowd to get closer to the doors, shoving me into him. He lost his balance and we both started to tip over but his back hit the wall between the secluded seats I gave up for the woman and her children and the rest of the train. My body smacked into his, my hands reaching for something, anything to keep me upright.
