Piced Out of the Crowd

**This is my first story! Feedback and constructive criticism would be much appreciated. I have been inspired by other train encounters and thought I would try my hand at it!**

He saw her across the train. Clearly she was on her way out and from the looks of her, it was going to be a good night. She looked good. Wearing a small top and an equally small bottom. Shorts or a skirt he couldn't tell from his vantage point. He'd have to get closer. It mattered after all. He hoped she wasn't getting off soon. If he was correct, the next stop would be outside the stadium. There had been some game tonight he had heard, which meant the train would be flooded; even more crowded than it already was. As long as she didn't get off. Why would she get off at the stadium when the game was over? Especially dressed like that. There was nothing else out here.

He got up and moved closer to her. At least to her side of the train. Not too close though. He allowed himself to steal exactly one glance as he walked past her, avoiding her eyes. His heart caught in his chest. He confirmed it was a skirt. Her legs looked so good. It took all of his discipline to drag his eyes away. Just for now he told himself. He took his place a few feet behind her, seemingly as though he were preparing to exit. Far enough away that he allowed himself to admire the back of her head, her hair, the bareness of her skin but close enough that the surge of people could plausibly push him up right behind her. God she looked so good he had to touch her. Her skirt was short, and as the train lurched around a turn he saw the soft crest where thigh meets cheek. He stifled a moan as he felt his cock pulsate.

The train lunged forward as it began to break. She braced herself, reaching up to grab the pole. Oh wow she looked so tiny. Reaching up exposed her even more. The doors opened and it was time. He was so excited but he forced himself to play it cool. The fans mobbed the doors; everything was going perfectly. He shifted behind her as she put her hands down and more and more people filed in around her. She was essentially walled in. He took a minute to survey his surroundings before allowing himself to enjoy how close she was. Fortunately it seems to have been a football game. Mostly drunk men populate the train car. The smell of beer and people in close proximity is tangible in the air. He feels... safe. Now he can focus. He leans forward and sniffs her head deeply. Gently burying his face in her hair. She smells so good its almost unbearable and his cock throbs in response. She is completely oblivious.

He kneels down as though he dropped something and positions his tented pants in such a way, that with his height and hers, he uses his stiff front to naturally drag up her flouncy little skirt. Oh god it feels so good. The contact. Through his pants he feels the drag of his groin over her panties as he stands up straight. His cock is now resting on her lower back and her skirt is flipped up. Maybe she can tell, maybe she cant. It's impossible to read her from behind like this. Lucky for him the train goes over some rough terrain and he uses the opportunity to get his hand on her hip. He can feel the material of her panties. It's so soft. He really wishes he could see it, but from this angle its impossible. He slides his finger under the band and he feels her startle but she doesn't make any other moves. He follows the line of the band to her front with his hand slowly making contact with her soft mound. He slides further and hears her breath catch. She does has have some hair...

He had been wondering. It was soft too. He can't help himself. He lets out a low groan near her ear. His hot breath is on her neck. There it is. Oh she has a sweet little pussy. He can feel the creeping moisture at the very top of her slit. He glides over.. Right above where he knows her clit is. Her pussy clenches in response. She likes this. He cant believe it. He has working man's hands so he has to be extra gentle with her sweet spot. He goes again. Gliding over, just the hint of contact... The third time he presses in. Splitting the cleft in her pussy and dragging his rough finger through. Her tiny clit is throbbing, responding to the texture of his finger and the pressure.

He pushes past her little button and gathers some moisture from her dripping hole, and gets back to where he left off. His fingers slick from her sweet juices, slide so delicately, so teasingly slow. She's frozen. Her body rigid against him. Small, steady circles. He hears her breath catch and feels her body tense. He feels the lips of her pussy and her clit tremor. He doesn't stop. He keeps his same slow and steady pace as she slips over the edge. She throws her head back, her hands clutch his forearm for support and he presses her body into him, allowing him to hold her up. For one second in the throes of her pleasure she catches his eye, before her body gently slumps in exhaustion. God he is so hard.

His hand is sopping. This has gone so much better than he expected. In his head he debated sliding away now while he was ahead. Her bare cheeks pressed against his groin with her skirt still flipped up. That certainly made him feel bolder. He didn't know if he would get away with it but he had to try. He slid his hand out the front of her panties and slid around her back side. He pulled her patines up high and to the side more fully exposing her backside. With his massive hands and thick fingers he grabbed her soft cheek and slowly pulled. He knew she was feeling the stretch in her anal ring. He pulled harder creating more tension on her tiny anus.

He regripped her cheek so the tips of his fingers just barely made contact with her pucker and he pulled again. He couldn't believe he had made contact with her backdoor. On the train. There were people pressed in all around them. He let go and his rough callused fingers wandered looking for wetness, enjoying her silky smoothness. Once they were just a touch slicker.. He took the tip of his thick middle finger and he pressed her button. It felt so good. All the tiny wrinkles of her pucker. He pushed his fingertip harder into her and she stood up completely straight. He was just past the second knuckle.

Neither one had been paying too much attention to their surroundings or the path of the train. After the straight shot they had been on from the stadium located the outskirts of town, the train began twisting and turning into the city. The train lurched and he almost lost his place wedged inside her. Reactively he hooked his finger upwards holding her near him by only her butthole. Anything to stay inside. That's all that was going through his head. He would do anything to keep his middle finger in the tightest, warmest little hole he could even imagine. Her sweet booty felt so good, and she seemed to be allowing him!

If you asked him, they could twist and turn around the city forever if it meant he got to have his finger hooked into her peach ring. There was a lull and he knew they were getting close to the downtown stop where likely most people would get off. Ever the opportunist and sensing his time coming to a close, he plunged his meaty finger the rest of the way in. He was so deep. He wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her back into him and his finger further up her backside.

And they just stayed like that. Her surrounded by drunk oblivious men on a public train, with a strangers finger stuffed up her ass. He began to thrust his finger backward and forward gently. It made her squirm which he couldn't help but find insanely sexy. He felt her try to pull away for the first time. He clamped down on her and pulled her back in to him, full launching his finger back inside. For the rest of the ride he kept himself deeply inside her. He wasn't greedy. He would be grateful for what he had. The web between his fingers starting to hurt from the pressure against her anal ring. He didn't care. He wasn't going to miss one second of this. The train rocked them back and forth as a unit, and they allowed the train and the crowd to press them closer and deeper together. The train made one final lurch forward as we arrived downtown. Using everything he had jammed that finger the last fraction of inch possible.

The doors opened and the crowd shuffled forward in front of us. She shuffled with them as though nothing happened between them. Slowly sliding her anus off his finger bit by bit as the crowd in front of her allowed. He hooked her rim to hang out to his precious last seconds. She lurched forward with intention and let out what sounded like a groan missed with a cry. His finger popped free and he turned out the other side door and disappeared into the crowd.