Disclaimer: I always loved the idea of this trope, but I prefer stories that take consent into account. I'd love to explore a scenario in which a young woman finds herself in the presence of a handsome, assertive man. After a moment of eye contact and a very soft test, he'd slowly take it further, always conscious of her reactions. Eventually, she will hopefully hop off the train at his stop, rather than her own.

Setups: Below, I wrote one example of how our characters end up on the train, but we can change how all this came to be. One reason for a change could be that you want your heroine to wear a specific type of outfit, or want this to happen during a specific time of day.

Within minutes, thousands of people flooded the train station. After yet another delay, the concert had finally been canceled. At first, they had been told it was the weather. Some freak storm blasted through the city, but why would that matter? It was a techno event, entirely inside a massive industrial complex, and the sound system was running smoothly. Hell, the DJ keeping the crowd entertained while they were waiting for the main act was doing their thing just fine.
Eventually, a new excuse was found: The bus of the main act was stuck somewhere, a tree had cracked right in front of them. Soon, they'd be there and the show would begin. But it did not. All these people had bought expensive tickets to the genius, to rave and dance into the night. Now it was almost midnight and the three-hour set had not even begun.
Just as the clock struck again, the first phones began to vibrate. It was like a wave crashing through the crowd, soon everyone was glued to their screens. There he was, the DJ they had all been waiting for, pushed head-first into a police car after being stopped for DUI. Alcohol, weed, and cocaine, not the best combo for an appetizer. The crowd nearly began to riot. Bottles and glasses flew onto the stage, and the DJ, poor fella, quickly dodged into the backstage area. Only five minutes later, the worst was confirmed: The event was canceled, and as the location was vacated...

...our heroine found herself among the frustrated masses.

She eventually made her way to the station just like the rest of them, and when the colorful crowd emerged to wait at the platform taking them on their two-hour trip back to the city, the few unlucky commuters couldn't but groan. Well, almost all of them. There was one man, a crisp suit on a broad-shouldered frame, that watched the mob with interest. To be more accurate, he watched her, entranced by the slender frame, the poise in her steps, the utter nonchalance with which she tried to hide her frustration. As if under a spell, he moved closer towards her while they all waited... and when the train eventually arrived and the doors slipped open, he gave in to the stream of people, trying his best to make his way towards her.

When they all came to still within the wagon, the last stragglers desperately trying to push in, it was body against body, not an inch to give to anyone. He stood in the corner, his front towards the dirty window - only one more person separating him from the glass. It was her. His elbow pressed against the stains right next to her head, trying to push his own body away, trying to give the younger beauty some room to breathe and be... but with an apologetic sigh, he once again felt his muscular form forced to press into her toned rear.

"Sorry", he whispered silently... and soon, the train began to move. Sweat and anger filled the air - but so did the softer scent of her perfume. In the reflection, he could see her face only inches away, her hair tickled his nose. While his left arm supported his weight and kept some distance to her, his right arm had less space, his hand only finding support on a railing at the height of her waist. As his skin brushed against her bare midriff, his eyes shot up to hers again... and were stuck there. Stuck in that gaze... a minute passed, his eyes never drifted off hers. In the darkness, the lights of the wagon offering so little in this isolated corner, his fingertip met her skin again - up from her waist over her ribs and down again. And again. And again. His eyes asked a silent question.

There was a nod, wasn't there?

Kinks: CMNF, Gentle Maledom, Oral (both ways), Deepthroat, Bodyworship, Toys, BDSM (light bondage, orgasm control), performing, outfit play, recording, romance, making out, athletic men, skinny/fit women, SSC, aftercare, collar/leash), massages, oilplay, anal, interracial

Limits: Toilet play, sweatplay, sounding, petplay, animals, incest, cheating, pubic hair, blood, lactation, impregnation, pregnancy play, footplay (except for massages), deliberately ugly characters, raceplay, DDlg, heavy painplay

When you reach out, tell me what kind of heroine you want to portray and whether this scenario is the one you want to portray - if there is something you'd favor over a techno concert, let me know. I like the clash of party attire and a proper suit, but you tell me if something else gets you excited. I also like using references, let me know if you'd like to see what I had in mind :)

Tell me about your kinks too and where you would want to see this go!

Preferably, we write this from a 3rd-person perspective, but 1st-person can work too. However, past tenses are a must.