I was 22 and on my first trip to NYC. I was a bit adventurous at times when the mood struck, but also knew to present myself well. At 5'2, I was definitely overweight, but carried it all in my ass and hips. Growing up, most white guys distanced themselves but black and hispanic guys fawned over me.
I had taken my dad on a surprise trip to see the Yankees play the Red Sox, the last season at the old stadium. My dad who grew up in the country, was nervous about getting on the subway. He hadn't been on public transit before and I had to continuously promise him I wouldn't get us lost.
We boarded the subway car and he wanted to sit down. I stood nearby, holding onto a pole for balance. A stop later, two hispanic males got onboard. One stood across from me while the other shared my pole. I don't remember much about either of them, except they couldn't have been over 30. They both were decent looking and had given me a once over. I smiled and turned back to the window, watching the view as we began moving towards Yankee stadium.
As we moved, we began hitting the little bumps along the way. I stumbled a bit, falling into the man behind me. I quickly righted myself and glanced over my shoulder, apologizing. As the car swayed and moved along, I fell against him again, this time feeling a hardness that hadn't been there before. I quickly glanced back at him and smiled.
I looked over at my dad who was obliviously looking out the window. He had no idea that less than 10 feet away from him, a stranger had his cock pressed up against my ass.