A survey carried out by TfL (Transport for London), found that while one in ten Londoners have experienced unwanted sexual behaviour on the capital's transport network, less than ten per cent of victims reported the incident to police. I would imagine that 99% of people do not want to be molested or sexually assaulted while travelling on the London Transport network...but I do. So what are the figures for Londoners who want to be molested and finger fucked on the TfL network?
Now I do not wish to diminish or lessen the seriousness of this topic but how many women want or dream of two fingers working their way under the gusset of their panties and slipping into their soaking wet pussy, say between Kings Cross and Victoria stations? A number of times, I have occasionally gone down into the Underground metro system, during rush-hour, with an extra button undone on my blouse, wearing a short skirt and no panties, just to see what occurs.
On one particular occasion, last summer, I was standing in a packed tube carriage, on my way home from work. It was a warm, sunny day above ground and the tube (Metro to the rest of the world) below was like a sauna. It was as if the Victoria Line, ran through the centre of the Earth itself, stripping virgins of their summer dresses and skimpy underwear and guys left standing in their Speedo's. I was having a dream or starting to hallucinate from the heat! I was so glad I was in a short skirt with bare, tanned legs. I had undone two more buttons on my blouse soon after leaving the office, in the hope it might cool me down a touch. I was actually dreading using the Tube. I knew it would be rammed and body crushingly hot, sweaty and airless as it was the evening rush-hour.
After not being able to get on any of the first three trains (waiting just under ten minutes), I eventually squeezed on the fourth one with some relief. It was that packed, I could have lifted my feet off the ground and I still wouldn't have dropped an inch. I didn't even have the energy for 'people watching'. I was just in that sweaty haze, daydreaming and counting down my stops, time was now a blur. Suddenly between stations, the train lurched to a halt and the lights went out except for some small emergency lights.
We were all packed together. I was mainly surrounded by women so I wasn't unduly worried as a memory of being stuck in an elevator for an hour, year's back, came flooding back. So I didn't panic and equated my predicament pretty quick.
The train drivers voice came over the speaker system apologising for the delay (power fault) and they should be up and running fairly soon. A few passengers made some light comments and joked which helped me and those close to me relax and except our fate as Tfl passengers.
I tried to create some space for myself but it was useless. I was jammed in by a pair of large breasts, in front of me. I could feel them rubbing their nipples against mine. At the same time, a hand came into contact with the back of my legs. It was definitely a woman's hand, with longish nails and soft skin with a light feminine touch. With both women stimulating my nipples and stroking the backs of my legs at the same time, I began to get flustered and aroused. I could just make out the face of the girl in front and I moved my head forward for a better look.
She leant forward also, our lips meeting and her tongue suddenly between my lips and searching for my tongue. Wow, I have never felt such instant, raw sexual energy before. I had never thought of or wondered about sex with another woman and yet here were two that I had barely looked at, who were now unashamedly turning me on. I grabbed the hand behind me and brought it up to my ass cheeks and opening my legs just enough for her to feel how wet and excited I was. And so in need of her fingers deep inside me.
Wait, what am I doing? I am 100 metres below London, on a packed solid commuter train, having my nipples aroused, tweaked and my breasts massaged from the front. And behind me is a woman's hand with fingers desperate to fill my 'paradise'.
Oh my God, her fingers are in me and my hungry wet pussy won't let them go. I hear other moans, groans and other muffled sounds from around the carriage, also ragged breathing and people sweating profusely. My legs are feeling weak but my pussy feels fantastic. My nipples ache and wish to be tugged so much harder, but I am in public. I am conscious I need to behave in a 'proper' manner. Collect your thoughts quickly... Sweat trickling down through my cleavage.
I like to take pictures of myself with my legs spread wide and pussy showing. No, not those thoughts! It is blatantly and explicitly sexual. It is also, for me, an intensely powerful statement. Think! Get a grip of yourself. But I can't, her fingers are ramming, sliding in and out, while her thumb makes amazing love to my clit. There is power in my body and power in my unabashed and uninhibited exposure of my sex. I am on the edge, I feel the sense of desire surging through my pussy. Oh God, a massive orgasm ripped through my body, I buried my mouth around the other woman's clothed breast, in order to muffle the total pleasure that had overcome me. My mind and body had given free-rein to the erotic pleasures I had just experienced.
There is an obvious knowledge to life. The sexes may affect and impact each other in many ways. From the simple to the complicated, men and women want my pussy, and I search for new and exciting ways to give it to them. I can usually tell from the way they look at me, that they want to fuck me. It is obvious. It has been obvious to me since I was a sexually eager young woman. But somehow, "I can see clearly, now the rain has gone..."
I am a pleasure seeker, I want to do good, make people happy and receive the ultimate sexual pleasure and happiness in return.
The lights on the train began to flicker and eventually stay on. The timing was almost perfect as I finished straightening myself up. The two women looked at me, smiling and asking if I was okay. I said I just needed to get some fresh air and a drink or something to that effect. Luckily the train began to move and my station was the next stop.
The large breasted and the more attractive of the two women that had just 'molested' me, pressed a piece of paper into my hand just has we arrived at my station. I stepped off the train, turned for the exit and unravelled the piece of paper. It read 'follow me you sexy bitch'. I looked up as she walked off down the platform and without thinking, walked after her.
I followed after her as she left the station and turned towards Russell Square. The weather was still sunny and setting the evening alight with its summer jacket and warming rays. She reached the corner of the square and turned to see me approaching. She smiled the sexiest smile and gave me a hug as we met for the second time that evening. We kissed in greeting and then stood blushing at each other.
