Ellie chose a three inch above the knee, green patterned dress for Monday work. The weather had been warm and sunny over the weekend and remained so and she went braless. Underneath she had on full backed, tight emerald green knickers with a lace trim. Totally unsuitable attire of course for the office, but she would deal with that when she had to. She knew she was pushing her luck to the limit but game playing with Mr. Bexham her manager was a two - way street.
Waiting for the train on the underground platform she was aware of male eyes giving her a lingering once over. Probably wishing he could check out my knickers, wondering if they match my emerald green nail polish and heels, she giggled to herself. The answer to that would be a yes but that was hers to know and him to wonder.
A frisson of excitement coursed her. Her tight knickers had already started to work up her as she pondered on the notion that a little attention went a long way.
It was the usual crush and there was no chance of a seat. For the first three stations she strap hung, her raised arm drawing attention to her firm tits pressing against her dress and an exposed length of thigh as she clung to the strap. She glanced at a student in long shorts who was getting an eyeful of both from his seat right beside her as the train rolled along. He had looked away out of the window when she briefly locked eyes with him.
Elie felt very horny on these morning trips. The unavoidable press of bodies brushing against her, the possibility of a brief, little, indecent encounter was a turn on that was fast becoming an addiction.
The train got even busier at the next station and Ellie found herself eased into the corridor at the exit doors. She again caught the eye of the student who could still see her face from his seat and gave him a little smile. The train rumbled on and Ellie tried to settle herself. They roared through a tunnel and she felt fingers lightly touching her left buttock from behind and then moving quickly away.
She shifted, and in front of her glanced up at a tall man who was facing her. He was so tall, and almost crushed against her, that Ellie was conscious of her unconstrained breasts rubbing against his tummy through her dress. He was listening to music with earphones on and seemed to be paying no attention to her at all. Ellie felt her nipples harden with the back and forth contact as the train swayed along.
Behind her warm fingers returned to test the water again and this time insolently remained, touching her bum cheek through the thin material of her dress. Ellie stood still, seemingly subservient, and very slowly the hand started to intimately massage her bottom, moving from one cheek across to the other.
Still Ellie did not react and he grow bolder, running an exploring finger down the crack of her arse through her dress. Ellie tingled and coloured, glancing again at the student. He was staring at her but could not possibly know she was getting fiddled with though that very fact made her go even pinker.
Her nipples were getting incredibly sensitive as they chafed back and forth against the tummy of the tall man with the rhythm of the rolling train. He was on his phone now and she risked another glance up at him. His eyes were glued to her breasts.
Behind her knowing fingers insolently traced along the line of her knickers and back again.
Ellie shifted as the train lurched and she staggered slightly, her hand accidentally moving onto the upper thigh of the man in front of her. She was acutely aware of the warmth of his leg through his trousers and she let her hand lie. He did not react and Ellie caught her breath.
She dared to let her fingers drift across to rest on his manly package feeling titillated and thrilled. Still he ignored her and she lightly dragged her nails across his hidden cock. It twitched and then his arm came down between them and he pressed her hand firmly against his hardening prick.
Ellie felt lightheaded. The meat in the sandwich so to speak. Fired up now she wantonly wriggled back against the molesting hand on her arse but he immediately withdrew.
Ellie faltered but continued manipulating the tall man's penis with her fingers.
And then from behind two hands went up her dress and began stroking the backs of her long, smooth thighs making her tingle. His fingers moved higher and caressed the baby soft skin where her thigh met her pussy at her knicker leg. She tried not to tremble when he slipped a finger inside her underwear and worked it up her now juiced up cunt.
She closed her eyes in surrender, felt the tall man press her fingers harder against his throbbing member then felt him push her hand away as the next station arrival was announced.
People stirred in the carriage as the train braked, standing up, trying to push their way to the doors. In the general scramble her molester took advantage and worked his other hand up her dress as well, hooking his fingers into the waist band of her knickers. Panic engulfed her as he began to seesaw down her underwear. The damp crotch clung to her and then dropped free and she felt warm air swirl round her naked pussy. With a final yank he got them pooled round her ankles and she stepped out of them as she felt the back of her dress being lifted up.
She parted her legs in submission as the man got into position behind her. The train halted and the doors opened and in the general scrum of people trying to join and leave the train the man behind her took full advantage of the distraction, pinned her against him by the hips and began to frot against her through his suit trousers. Ellie took it as he ground into her feeling her pussy getting slicker.
'Don't stop, don't stop,' she muttered to herself as excitement built inside her.
His trapped, swollen penis was frotting aggressively against her bare arse and tingling cunt. She was getting terribly aroused, badly wanting to touch herself and bring herself off when she felt the man's prick pulse and jerk, give one final thrust and then he was gone.
Conflicting emotions ran through her: desire, frustration, disappointment. Half in a daze, she tried to catch her breath. She looked down at her feet but her knickers had vanished along with the man. She leant back against the wall of the exit corridor before she left the train and tottered knickerless across to the ladies to fix herself.
Finally he slipped on a fresh pair of beige loose legged knickers, and checked her phone. Oh my goodness she was going to be so late.
First thing in rather breathless, in she reported in to Mr. Bexham.
'Ah Ms. Taylor good morning, where have you been?' he questioned, pointedly tapping at his watch as his eyes drifted across her breasts. 'Take up this letter at once to Malcolm Grant Head of Finance and wait for his answer.'
Ellie hurried out to the lifts but neither responded. She rushed over to the steep stairs and and started up. A corridor door opened below her and she heard two male voices whispering some steps below her and then sniggering. Damn it thought Ellie to herself belatedly holding down her skirt by one hand realizing they must have been able to see her underwear.
This would be all over the building by the end of the week which was exactly just what she did not need.
