On the Train

Anya shivered. It was still only early spring, and the frigid air whipped around her bare legs, forming goosebumps.

I should have worn tights she thought to herself

, smiling ruefully.

Ah well

. She looked around at the other commuters. There were perhaps thirty people waiting at the train station - A mixture of men in suits as well as some others also wearing uniforms. None the same as hers though. Anya went to a prestigious school - indeed, many of the alumni were heads of their respective fields in maths, business and the sciences. She herself had aspirations of becoming a biologist. It was hard work however. She sighed.

Eventually the train came, thundering down its iron tracks. As it slowed, an unexpected gust of wind blew her skirt up into the air. Anya blushed in embarrassment and tried to quickly hold it down, looking quickly around to see if anyone saw. As she looked, a few of the older working men in suits quickly glanced away. Her face grew even redder and she sighed again.

Anya looked in the reflection of the train window as it drew up. Eighteen years old, medium height. She had long black hair tied up with a blue ribbon with bright blue eyes to match, almost conveying a sense of wilful innocence. Her uniform was a typical one - navy blazer, knee-length skirt and a white shirt. At least, it

should

have been a knee-length skirt. Now that she was eighteen, her clothes weren't fitting anymore. Her bust especially, and what should have been a sensible white shirt was now uncomfortably tight. In fact, large gaps showed between the straining buttons, giving glimpses at her pink bra and hinting at what looked like two, well-shaped 34C's. Her nipples could even be seen outlined, pushing against the thin fabric. Her skirt was equally suffering. While she had grown many inches, the skirt had not and at its lowest now only reached her upper thigh. So it was that whenever she bent over slightly, or even simply walked marginally faster than usual, it was with little effort that anyone could take a peek at her white cotton panties. To finish the outfit, she wore dark, above-the-knee socks and black, ordinary shoes. Not that she exposed herself on purpose of course. Her mother worked so hard to put food on the table for both of them; Anya was one of the poorer students in the school and the clothes were expensive.

As the train doors opened, Anya looked on in dismay. The carriage was unusually packed with people - not a single seat was available, let alone any space to stand either. She tried her best to push her way in, and just about managed to squeeze between a few commuters before the doors closed and the train slowly drew away. It was a forty minute train journey and her school bag was heavy. After a few minutes she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around, to see a handsome middle aged man wearing a suit. "Hey, would you like me to carry your bag for you? It looks like you're struggling!" He said. Anya nodded gratefully and handed over her bag to the kind gentleman.

"Thank you so much!" Anya said, relieved. She put her arms up to hold onto to straps above. She still wasn't that tall, and had to stretch to keep hold of them. After a minute or two, she suddenly felt a light pressure on her lower back. She assumed that it was just because they were so cramped together, but after a minute of so she felt it wander down her leg. The guy was slowly running his hand down her upper thighs, gently fondling them. Anya gasped, unable to say anything. She could barely move, already compromised by holding on to the straps above her with both hands. "Um..." she began. She felt the man lean into her and whisper to her. "Don't worry, you looked unstable so I'm just keeping you steady." he said. She could feel goosebumps erupt down her leg.

"Well... That does sound like a good idea..." Anya said, hesitatingly. She

was

feeling quite unsteady as the train rocked around her. The man started moving his hand around her ass, starting to grope. "Oh!" she gasped. "Are you sure this is keeping me steady...?" She asked, nervously.

"Of course, just relax." The man whispered in her ear. She tried to do what he said and relax. She didn't want to make a scene - the embarrassment would kill her and she was by nature anyway rather submissive. She wasn't sure what to do. Now she wished she had some experience already - she had had no boyfriends, no previous experimentation apart from some mild adventures with her own fingers. She had never been particularly sexually sure of herself; that is, never tried to do much.

Suddenly she felt the man press his whole body against her. He reached round with his other hand and started massaging her right breast. Anya let out a tiny, involuntary moan and her face flushed as her sensitive nipples betrayed her and stiffened under his caresses. "You slut, you're loving this!" the man whispered, viciously. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt, revealing her bra and perky breasts. At least no one was looking down, it was so cramped. She let go of the strap with one hand and tried to pull his hand away. "Please..." She whispered.

The man laughed. "Please what? I'm doing you a favour here." He continued to grope her whilst she slowly melted, her passions overtaking her. Soon she just looked up, desperately trying to hold herself together but she was falling apart, her arousal beginning to grow deep within her midriff. She timidly stopped trying to pull his questing hand away and dropped her hand to her side, anxiously. She tried to think for a second, but her thoughts were too confusing and muddled. Fear, anxiety. Yet at the same time arousal and desire. Her face flushed even further. There was no choice for her left as she felt him pull up her skirt.

He started feeling her inner thigh and she instinctively put her feet apart to give him better access. His hand wandered up, until it landed upon the rapidly moistening patch at her front. He started rubbing her pussy through the thin cotton fabric, teasing it, and quickly her panties were getting soaked with her fluids. He pushed her panties aside, revealing her modest bush, and probed deeper, stimulating her clitoris. "Ahh!" Anya couldn't help but moan softly. A wave of pleasure rocked her as he touched her where she herself had never explored before. She didn't know such pleasure was even possible; she arched her back, letting him further in. Her ass pushed up against him and she felt something hard. Somehow she knew it wasn't his belt. Slowly, she started pushing herself up against him, almost fearfully, grinding against his hard shaft, feeling it press against her ass. She couldn't help but wonder at the thought of it penetrating her. She gasped. His cock was hard, so maybe that meant she was doing something right? She felt strangely pleased with herself.

I'm making him enjoy it

, she thought to herself.

Anya felt the man pull away and she let out a moan of disappointment. Then she heard him unbuckle his pants and immediately her arousal came back, along with a hint of trepidation. He pushed against her and suddenly could feel his hard cock between her legs, rubbing against her inner thighs. It felt big. His hands continued to fondle her breasts and she could feel the heat in her pussy begin to rise.

I'm gonna cum if he keeps this up!

Her soaking panties lubricated his shaft as he pushed it against her thighs, and she moaned again, involuntarily. She felt relieved that he didn't try to penetrate her... or was she oddly disappointed? Anya wasn't sure anymore.

Eventually she couldn't take it anymore. She felt the orgasm building, until it with a gasp she climaxed. Her thighs shook uncontrollably. An impossible flood of her orgasmic juices dripped down her legs and onto his cock. "Ohhh!" She moaned, desperately trying to stay quiet. Her knees felt incredibly shaky and weak as a warm glow surrounded her. He was still thrusting and breathing heavily. She knew that he must be close to ejaculating. He groaned, pulling back slightly, as four or five huge ropes of cum shot out from his dick and coated her inner thighs. It dripped down, mingling with her juices until her legs had long rivulets of cum running down them. She breathed slowly, trying to stay standing, completely humiliated. What had just happened?

The train slowed and Anya realised that they had come into the station - she had completely lost track of time. Before she could say or do anything, the doors opened, and the man disappeared, leaving her to bend over and pick up her heavy schoolbag. She walked outside, dazed slightly, as her senses slowly returned to her. Then she panicked, and ran to the toilets to clean off her legs before anyone noticed. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still pink and she could feel that her panties were damp.

Am I a slut?

She thought to herself. She knew that what had happened was wrong, but... She smiled. It had felt good.

That night she shaved her pussy. She wasn't entirely sure why, but the thought of it being pink and smooth sent a tingle through her. Anya lay in her bed, her hand soon reaching her flower bud, desperately trying to re-enact what had happened that morning. She masturbated furiously, until at last she came, her juices gushing out. It wasn't quite the same though. The idea of that man on the train groping her filled her mind again...