It's rush hour, you're coming home from a long day out, you're on the subway standing near the back of the car. It's insanely busy at this time, all of the offices letting out at the same time, it's standing room only, shoulder to shoulder, full to the brim of tired, half asleep cubicle drones.
You're just coming back from a job interview, wearing a power suit, with an tight skirt, there's a split at the back for ease of movement, a white blouse covered by a light jacket and high heels. Your friend is standing in front of you asking about the interview, your faces close together to hear each other over the rattle and din of the train, both holding the rail above your head with one hand and your briefcase in the other.
There is a lull in your conversation as you both space off a little, thinking of the daily things that need to be completed once your both home. Suddenly you become aware of a presence behind you, you didn't know anyone was further back in the car then you two. There is a breath on your neck, you hear my voice telling you softly not to move, not to turn, to just stand still.
Gently, soft as a summers breeze you feel my hand slide up your skirt, moving along your inner thigh, caressing your soft skin. Slowly, ever so slowly moving upwards, getting a into bit closer with each breath. Your eyes dart to the rest of the car, but nobody is paying any attention, they dart to your friend, who is still glassy eyed and staring into space. You begin to relax a little and enjoy my hand as it explores and fondles. My hand is now against your panties, lightly cupping your cheeks. I am forced to raise your skirt a little to get my hand to fully grip the cheek.
The train seems unbelievably quite now, the loudest sound you can hear is your heart beating in you chest and your breath catching in your throat. My fingers have worked a gap between your slightly damp panties and your skin, you're acutely aware of the airflow and slight movements of my fingers hovering near your pleasure.
The train hits a slight bump, you rock a little, there is a cough from someone on the train causing your heart to leap into your throat and choke of the gasp caused my by fingers slipping inside you. My fingers now delving deep inside you, the train giving you the excuse to rock back on them allowing me even more access, you can feel my breath, hot on the nape of your neck telling you how beautiful I think you are.