Goro deftly glanced down at the young woman in front of him as she slid into position and grabbed the handrail. As the train started moving again, the crowd shifted, and her shapely ass grazed Goro's crotch. Now that just wasn't fair. She was definitely wearing her skirt too tight. The middle aged salaryman felt himself react, but in the crowded car, no one was likely to see.
He leaned forward just enough to catch a whiff of the woman's perform, a flowery, womanly fragrance that set his pulse racing. God, these little tramps knew what they were doing. He couldn't be blamed for his natural reactions, now could he? Not when they presented themselves with such allure. Almost without thinking, his hand snaked forward, and as the train rounded a bend, and the crowd shifted slightly, he cupped the young woman's shapely ass. Just for a second, short enough that it COULD have been an accident. Maybe. The woman glanced back over her shoulder, and Goro was already staring out the window the window with a bored look, pretending he hadn't even noticed her. He might have gotten away with it, even, if he hadn't gotten cocky. Cupping her ass for a moment was one thing, but there was no mistaking the firm squeeze he'd given her tight butt.
The woman glanced down, but from her angle, she wasn't able to see his partial erection. Goro had more self-control than to let his lusts known so publicly, but he committed the feel of her ass to his tactile memory. When he could get a spare moment, he'd relive the feeling in his mind as he jerked off.
Still, the woman's glance lingered on him as she frowned. She looked as though she was about to say something, but finally decided not to make a scene. However, as she did, she whispered something under her breath that Goro didn't catch.
She was gone at the next stop, and Goro smirked to himself. Another successful "catch". He'd gotten pretty good at this. There wasn't any real harm; women who dressed that hot had it coming, after all. A man like him, busy with his career, didn't have time or patience to woo such little harlots. A firm squeeze was all he needed, appreciating their tight young bodies, and knowing there wasn't anything they could do about it.
As he started to get off the train at his stop, however, he felt something brush against his crotch. He jumped slightly at the unexpected touch to his most sensitive area, and glanced around quickly. But there was no one who might have obviously touched him. Most of the people around were other men like him, rushing off to work. Had some guy grabbed him? He didn't have time to suss it out as the flow of bodies forced him to keep moving. It probably had been an accident, all things considered, as the rush of people were pushed forward.
He got about twenty steps, when this time, there was no mistaking it. Someone outright grabbed his crotch and gave it a light squeeze. Goro jumped again and looked around, expecting to see someone behind him, or to his side, but to his confusion, there was no one! The feeling of the hand, however, lingered on him for a few more seconds, before vanishing.
What the hell? He looked around, turning a few times, as if he might catch some mischievous girl ducking behind him with each turn. But there was no one.
He blushed, however, as he realized his cock was half-hard, starting to make a noticeable bulge in his slacks. He hastily positioned his briefcase to better cover himself as nonchalantly as possible while he waited next to the wall of the subway station. No one was paying attention to him anyway, but just in case, he didn't want to get caught with a boner right after coming off the train. Groping was so rampant on the trains that female-only cars had become more and more popular, and a man sporting a boner coming out of one was definitely going to be looked at with more than a little suspicion.
Goro smirked. If that girl had really wanted to be spared his hands, she'd have used one of the female-only cars. The memory of her firm ass practically tingled on his palm. It did not help his erection go down, however, and he forced himself to sober up.
However, just as his cock began to wilt, he felt something again. There really was no mistaking it this time! A hand suddenly gripped his crotch. Two hands this time! One cupped and gently squeezed his testicles, while the other curled delicate fingers around his cock and gave him a firm stroke. Goro gasped and jerked in place. There was no way someone was grabbing him from behind! His back was against the wall, his briefcase shielding his crotch. And yet, he could feel two soft, but firm, female hands groping him! And what's more, he realized he wasn't feeling them over his clothes. He could feel her hands directly on his skin, as if an invisible woman were reaching right through his slacks to touch him!
He reached down and tried to grab himself, to brush or knock the hands away, even as his dick grew to full mast and tented his slacks lewdly. But to his second shock, his fingers met firm resistance. He tried to reach down, but it was as if an invisible force field was pushing his hand away from his crotch. Try as he might, he could not bring his hand closer than a few inches to his cock.
What the fuck was happening? Forgetting where he was for a moment, he dropped his briefcase, and tried to grab himself. All he could do was awkwardly hold his hands about six centimeters in front of his cock. And the invisible hands were still going, one gently rolling his balls, while the other steadily stroked his shaft.
"Oi! What are you doing over there?" Goro jumped as he saw a security guard coming over to him, a scowl on his face. Several passerby glanced over and made faces, either of surprise or disgust. And to his horror, a teen girl whipped out her phone and started recording him!
Goro panicked, gulped, and snatched up his briefcase, running towards the stairs that led up to the street. The security guard started to chase after him, but Goro was surprisingly quick for a man his age, and the guard wasn't paid enough to hunt him further than the station grounds.
Goro rushed through the crowd, until he made it to his office building a block away. The phantom hands seemed to have stopped at some point during the run, but his cock still throbbed. He kept his briefcase in front himself, and clutched his stomach in a mockery of illness. When he got to his building's lobby, he dashed into the closest bathroom. People let him pass by easily when it seemed like he was about to hurl.
Thankfully the bathroom was empty and he jumped into a stall. Yanking his pants down and pulling off his suit jacket, he sat down on the toilet and his cock aimed straight for the ceiling!
God he was hard! He hadn't been this hard, this suddenly since he was a teenager! He tried to grab himself again, but to his dismay, his hands stopped well short of his throbbing organ! He could barely push his hands past his hips to reach himself! What the hell was happening?
And then he jumped as he felt the hands on him again! One rolling his balls, the other stroking him faster than before. And then he let out a gasp as he felt a hot, wet mouth close over his cockhead!
Goro clutched the sides of his seat and watched with fascination as his cock bobbed in the air. He could see the skin moving, see a glistening of sheen of spit suddenly appear on his cock, see his testicles wriggling, as if an invisible woman really was kneeling between his legs, working him over.
His breath came heavy as she worked him with amazing skill towards a powerful release. She somehow knew exactly how to stroke and suck him, exactly how to build him up to maximum pressure. He let out a shuddering gasp as she sped up her mouth and hand, and squeezed his testicles firmly, and Goro found himself rocketing towards orgasm faster than he had in years! Sure, he hadn't jerked off for a week, but he hadn't been this hair-trigger since his teen years, and he hadn't gotten sucked and stroked like this since college!
He was going to cum! He was going to cum so hard, he was probably going to paint the walls of the stall! He didn't care. It felt good, she was so good, this invisible, ghostly lover. Without a visual to go on, he imagined it was the girl from the train he'd groped doing this to him, and that was it for him! He let out a half-suppressed cry and bucked hard in his seat!
