His perspective.
It was just as busy as every evening on the subway. All the professionals are getting on and off the train at 5:00 p.m like me.
Most of the men are in their business casual attire, others are smartly dressed in suits and ties. Though definitely outnumbered, there are women leaving work at these hours as well. In order to fit into the 9 to 5 lifestyle downtown everyone has to look their best. I don't fancy myself as a fashion icon but I pay a good tailor to sharply customize my suits. Today is a suit jacket and button up with looser fitting dark slacks.
I hop on the train and find a post to hold on to since all of the seats are taken. I typically zone out after a hard day's work making sales and pushing paper. Corporate stuff.
Luckily there is air conditioning because on this hot summer day even underground, it can get extremely warm with all the people bumping up against each other.
I'm all the way at the end of the Green line so it'll take me about 45 minutes, the perfect amount of time to disassociate.
I let my mind drift thinking about a date I have planned for the weekend. It's always in the air how these things turn out. When I date I date for love and marriage. Though it's been awhile since I've had fun, after breaking up with my ex I reckon I should do something to blow off a bit of steam.
As the train rumbles along, I find myself inhaling an intoxicating lavender.... Or maybe vanilla perfume in my daze. I have the urge to adjust myself, so I do. As I reach down my hand glides against the bottom of the person in front of me. I noticed that my cock has become stiff as I become more aware of my surroundings snapping back to reality.
I look down and notice the back of a blonde woman's head, not much shorter than I.
Realizing this is the person's ass I just grazed against, I lean down to apologize.
She looks back at me smiles and then continues looking forward.
Suddenly the train jolts as we go around a corner, and the blonde in front of me is forced to crash into my body with hers. I could feel our body heat mingle with sparks.
Looking around to see if anybody was in the same predicament, I noted that everyone else had recovered their positions from the jolt. But yet the blonde still kept her body pressed to mine.
I became hyper aware of our body's position over the next several minutes. The train was crammed but this somehow felt more than circumstance the way our bodies were pushing into each other. I was holding the overhead bar but there was no place for the woman to hold on to so I felt like I needed to provide her stability.