Missed Connections Post #1497856
WfM
Location: Downtown Train
When: October 6th
Me: Redheaded young secretary
You: Unknown
I am the girl that you probably always noticed standing with all the rest waiting for the morning train. My fiery, copper mane allowing me to stand out in a crowd despite my introversion. I always avoided eye contact with everyone, but perhaps you once got a glimpse of my emerald pupils floating in a sea of white framed by sharp looking, black rimmed glasses. Perhaps for the past two months you have still noticed me standing, huddled with the rest of the women waiting for the train and our ladies only car, despite wearing less attractive clothes than I had. My make-up had become minimal and only the barest attention had been paid to my hair.
You may have suspected that this turn in appearance was because of a break-up. If you did, you would have been right. I was in a long-distance relationship with a man I had known since high school and who had been my only boyfriend. Only person I had ever slept with. He dumped me; he said he had gotten bored and wanted to experience more of life. So, I had been crushed emotionally.
But the day our paths crossed was the first day that I started to feel myself again. I woke up that morning feeling like I wanted to 'be myself' again. So, I looked in my closet and found a classic black pencil skirt and pastel pink blouse. I found a black bra, yes it would be visible under the thin cotton fabric of my blouse, but I was feeling...different. I am usually shy and reserved. But something deep inside me was pushing me to be...bold. A little more digging and I had a pair of black platform pumps, that I was planning on wearing for my ex the next time he was in town, black back seamed thigh highs, and garter belts.
The one thing I was missing was a sexy enough pair of panties. The only black panties I had clean were cotton and that just did not feel sexy enough. So, as you already know, I went without panties.
So, that is how you found me that day. Yes, I usually rode in the ladies car ever since the Japanese practice of chikan, the molestation of girls on trains, became common in the US. But today something primal made me want the company of Men. So, when I got to the train platform I filed onto the co-ed cars. I was not prepared for the crush of humanity that Men go through on their way into work or school. The ladies only cars are clean, smell nice, and have plenty of space. The cars you ride in are packed and smell horrible. I have never read such sexist, misogynistic graffiti in my life!
The only reason I could see over the shoulders of my fellow commuters were the heels I was wearing. It was amazing how tall everyone was!
The other thing I was not ready for: meeting you.
The train lurched as we pulled away from the station and I felt you push into me. I think the first time was an accident; your bulge was not that hard. But it was substantial. As the train bumped along I could feel you rest a hand on my hip. Another bump and now your other hand is on my other hip. As the train lurches along I can feel your magnificent bulge growing larger and larger as it rubs against me. I must steady myself against the uneven ride. There are more ladies only cars than ladies, so I rarely if ever need to stand in them. So, I am unaccustomed to standing so I must widen my stance. At the time, I thought this was a mistake because you took it as an invitation. You pulled my hips back, into you. Your cock resting between my cheeks and you started to rub.
I thought of saying something.
