One warm day, I throw on a sleeveless dress and head out to meet my friends downtown. The train ride is a little long, but I just grab my ipod and enjoy the scenery while we whip along through the city.
Standing near an exit door and surrounded by tons of people, I stare aimlessly out the window and listen to music. Suddenly, I feel a hand brush against my ass. Adjusting my position, wondering if I'm in someone's way, I ignore the gesture and continue staring out the window.
But the hand brushes against me again, this time with a little more purpose. I turn my head, trying to spot the hand, but it's gone already. There are too many people around for me to pinpoint who the hand might have belonged to, and trying not to look deliberately at someone, I just turn my head back to the window.
This time, the hand is back, and it doesn't move from my ass, rubbing my cheek lightly and even squeezing a little through my dress. I blush, embarrassed from the uninvited contact, and whip my head around quickly. Spotting the guilty hand, I look up to see a man, standing just behind me. He is looking away distractedly, but his hand continues it's grabbing, squeezing my cheek a bit more while I stare at his face.
No one else around seems to notice his movements, all in their own little worlds. I step away from him as much as I can, and the hand finally disconnects. Scooting over just a bit, I try to get out of my assailant's comfortable reach. Only moments later, someone comes and stands in the now open spot next to me. The hand is suddenly on my thigh now, rubbing against my bare skin. This time when I look up at him he is smiling down at me, and then looks away again, mimicking my aimless stare out the window.
"Wh-what are you doing," I whisper softly, trying not to draw attention. He continues staring, while his hand squeezes and rubs my thigh, and trails its way up to my butt again, this time underneath my dress.
Over time, his touches start to have some affect on my body, and while his fingers stroke my inner thighs, I can feel myself getting warmer. I make attempts to push away his hands, but he is persistent, alternating between hands and continuing to squeeze my thighs and ass. Suddenly his other hand moves, and turns my body away from him. Not being able to see him scares me, but as I look around I see a couple of curious stares at my sudden movement and bite my lip to remain quiet. One of his hands brushes against my breasts, but with the crowd, no one can see as he pinches and squeezes my sensitive nipples.
"Please stop," I say softly, although I knew if I really wanted him to stop, I would have been yelling. I'm sure he knows this, because he doesn't stop, squeezing more on my breasts, while his other hand finds its way to my panties. His fingers began to stroke me there lightly and I realize that all his touching has aroused me so much that I am already wet. I know he realizes this too, as I hear him chuckle lightly. His lips are now against my ear and I feel his tongue sliding down my neck. I'm embarrassed that this stranger has gotten me so aroused, but now I make no move to stop him while his fingers press against my wetness.
Slipping his hand to my front, his fingers slide underneath my panties and begin stroking my wet pussy. I wrap my hand over his, attempting to push him away, but my heart isn't in it. A soft moan escapes my lips and I bite back another, looking down and closing my eyes. I can feel my breath pick up, as his opposite hand slids beneath the top of my dress, exposing my breasts and squeezing them roughly. I put all my focus into remaining quiet while his fingers grope and pinch my clit. Once his fingers begin to slide in and out of my pussy, this task becomes harder.
He adjusts his body soon, and I can feel his hardness pressing against my ass. Instinctively, my hand moves to push him away, but instead he pulls his hand from my breasts and guides mine, forcing me to stroke his cock through his pants. No longer wanting to put up a fight, I let my hand slowly, rhythmically rub against his hardness.
After a while, he pulls his hands away from me, wiping my own wetness against my inner thigh. I wonder for a moment if he's done with my body when I hear a low, zipping sound. His hands return to my body and begin to slide down my panties, and I feel his raw hardness pressing against my ass. In a burst of consciousness, I struggle, stepping forward and trying to push his hands away, but he pulls me back to his body, squeezing my breasts with both hands and kissing along my neck. I relax slightly, succumbing to his touch against my sensitive breasts. One hand returns to my panties, sliding them further down my thighs, and he whispers softly into my ear in a low, rough voice, "Be quiet."
He enters me and it takes all my strength not to moan out loudly. As a low sound escapes my lips, his hand comes up to my mouth and instinctively, I bite down on one of his fingers. They taste like me....
He pumps his cock in and out of me slowly at first, most likely not to attract any attention, but I'm sure someone knows what's happening. I lick and suck on his fingers, trying hard not to moan, but breathing roughly through my nose as his thrusts come faster. His opposite hand snakes around my body again and between my thighs, stroking my clit. Pushing me over the edge, I let a loud moan escape my lips. A few heads turn in our direction, but no one says anything. From our movements, and my blushing face, I'm sure some people have figured out what's happening, but I am slightly beyond caring.

I bend forward a little as my knees weaken, and he takes the opportunity to shove his cock inside me deeper, slapping against my ass. I can hear his low grunts and know he's getting closer to his climax. My mind has slowly drifted away, and moans escape me now and again. People are paying us a little more attention, but I'm not sure if anyone is staring at us directly. He adjusts our position, leaning me against the exit door, my breasts pressing against the cold glass. His hands grip my hips and his thrusts become harder and faster, the wet slapping against my ass easily audible.
My breath fogs up the glass, and I close my eyes as my body succumbs to our movements. An orgasm hits me deeply, and I moan, high and loud, not caring what attention I draw, only savoring the rolling sensation as my body shivers from the feeling. My knees give out and I begin to slide down, but he pulls me back by my waist, holding me steady and pressing my body forward against the door for more support.
He continues thrusting inside me, faster and faster, squeezing my breasts against the now warm glass with each pump. Finally, he slows and I hear the low groan escape his throat. I feel the almost hot liquid spray inside me, filling my pussy with this stranger's sticky seed. He thrusts inside me a few more times as his orgasm subsides and then pulls his cock from my pussy with a loud, wet noise. I can feel some of his cum drip down my thigh and I slide down to the floor from weakness.
I pull my dress up back over my breasts and kick off my panties, not wanting to stain them with our mess. Suddenly, I feel him kneeling next to me, pulling me against him and kissing my lips softly. "Thanks, beautiful," he says before kissing me again and helping me up. I look away embarrassed and he gives my ass a quick pat before moving away from me, and through the crowded train. His seed continues to drip down my thigh...
The train doors open at my stop just then and I hurry out the exit, heading to the bathroom to clean the sticky mess of our juices from between my legs. After collecting myself, I head off to meet up with my friends. I catch up to the group and a tall, dark haired, green-eyed man makes his way towards me through the crowd. My boyfriend wraps his arm around me, kissing my lips and smiling down at me. And I notice he still smells like me...