I shifted myself around a little to turn my crotch away from her ass as much as I could. Then I felt a shock as a hand touched my hip. It tucked a finger into the pocketof my jeans and pulled me until it had turned me aroundagain, so that my crotch was buried in her cheeks onceagain. The woman in front of me glanced up from her newspaper.Her blue eyes locked on mine, and I felt the full impactof what was happening in that brief moment before shelooked down at the paper again. It was her hand that hadpulled me back. It was she who had pulled me back intoher. The message was clear. She didn’t want me to stop. Daring not to breathe, I began to sway with the train alittle more. I tried to make it look as if it was justthe movements of the car, but moved with it to pushmyself against her. My hips bounced lightly against herrear, deeper against her. I felt pressure with everythrust. She was pushing back at me. Among these crowds ofpeople, we were silently making fucking motions towardeach other. I leaned my head back as I pushed harder against her.Pleasure flowed through me as I felt her warm bodyagainst mine. Looking down at her, I could see her cheekswere growing pinker and she was gripping the newspapertighter. I glanced around us. No one seemed to notice orcare. It was just the two of us in a sea of people. I let go of the rail with one hand, and slid it downcasually. I let my hand drift between us to cup one cheekof her ass. I squeezed it lightly, and I heard her inhalesharply as she pressed against it. When I felt her hand again, it wasn’t as surprising asthe last time. Her fingers slid to my zipper and pulledit down. Then her hand slipped into my jeans and pulledmy swollen shaft free of my briefs. Freed, it sprang outand pushed against her ass. As casually as I could I lifted her skirt. It was onlythen that I discovered she wasn’t wearing anythingunderneath, because my cock buried itself inside her bareass. I was soaking wet by then and my preseminal fluidsalong with the natural rhythm of the bouncing train madequick work of what might have been awkward in othercircumstances. She clenched her cheeks together, gripping my shafttightly as I thrust back and forth against her. Iclutched the handrail tighter and heard her newspaperrustle as she tightened her grip on it as well. She wasbreathing heavily as I began to push harder and fasterinto her, rubbing her crack with my hardness. Then she bit her lip and gave off a soft squeak. I felther cheeks clenching in rhythm as she came, and thesensation sent me over the edge. I couldn’t hold back agrunt as I climaxed in her. I felt my come shoot intoher. We were pressed together, shuddering, surrounded bypeople, but not caring. The train gave off a whine as it pulled into the nextstation. I flushed with panic as I hurried to tuck myselfinto my clothes again and zip up the fly. Her hand swepther skirt into place. We arranged ourselves just in timeas the train came to a stop and the doors opened. People began to file out. The woman turned away from meand I heard the rustle of paper. Then she tore off theedge of her newspaper. She slipped it into my hand as shelooked up at me once more. Her expression was calm andneutral, but I saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes fora brief moment. Then she walked out with the others. Icaught a glimpse of a glistening wetness running down herinner thighs as she walked away. I looked down at the paper she had given me. It had ahastily scribbled message on it that read: “I’ll be onthis train next Tuesday. Hope you will too.” I guess rush hour isn’t so bad, after all.

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