Imanna realized she'd made a terrible mistake as she stood on the crowded platform waiting for the train. She guessed she'd chosen the train after the ending of a field ball match. Mistake. An hour until the next train, she would have to get on and hope to have enough space wherein to breathe.
The train pulled in to the station. A few people got off, but not enough, Imanna knew. Quickly, she got on, realizing instantly, that the train was completely packed. She would have to make due with the end corridor of the car. But more people got in. She stood next to the other door, scared that it might open unexpectedly, but grateful for the extra air from the open window.
She was pushed harder against the door as more people got on and they crowded around her. She was pushed away from the door towards the corner and against a rather handsome man.
"Sorry," she murmured as she was pressed harder against him.
"It's okay," he said, his arm coming around her. "I rather like the idea of a beautiful woman against my body right now."
Something in his tone aroused her. She pretended that his arm around her meant that he wanted her.
The train began to move, pressing her against him again.
As their positions adjusted for the movement, she felt his hand on her breast. At first, it could have been an accident, but the gentle massaging of her fleshy cushion was no mistake, especially as he pushed down her tank top and bra to touch her nipple.
"You shouldn't do that," she murmured, despite her now firm nipple in his hand.
"Nope," he agreed, but kept doing it.
Imanna looked around for help from the other people crowded against them, but they all had their backs to her. No one would know a thing! She felt his hardness growing against her. Her forbidden arousal conflicted her. Her body wanted him.
His other hand massaged her hip, then crept under her waistband, feeling her abdomen under his hand. One finger pushed through the coarse hair and slipped between her labial folds to stroke her.
