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Subject: {ASSM} Shorts: Touched up on the Train (FM, Public Sex)
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by David Lavenham



Feedback much appreciated - davidlavenham@gmail.com

More stories on my blog:  http://www.eroticauk.blogspot.com and at

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The tube train was packed full of hot and sweaty commuters crammed in like
sardines. There was a problem with the signals and it was lurching its way
slowly down the line, stopping frequently between stations. She had her eyes
shut and her iPod on, retreating into her own world of daydreams as he made
her way home.



Suddenly she was jerked back into reality. There was a lot of physical
contact with other commuters, there always was when the train was this
packed, but this was something different. Someone had their hand on her leg.
Being tall she could see around her and be at eye level to most people, but
no-one was looking at her, she was surrounded by a sea of bored looking
faces. She tried to look down but couldn't see through the mass of tight
packed humanity.



It was moving, the hand was stroking the back of her thigh. She should of
said something, or screamed, but for some reason she couldn't explain she
did not react.



She shut her eyes again. The hand was working its way up her thigh, stroking
it gently. It was beneath her skirt now, she could feel the pleats of her
tartan mini separate as her mystery assailant worked their way up towards
her womanhood.



The hand moved position. Up until now it had been on the outside of her leg,
now it was working its way between her thighs. She had spread her legs to
steady herself in the rocking train and the hand was making the most of the
easy access working slowly up towards its target.



She gasped slightly as a finger brushed her hot crutch. She could not
believe how aroused she was at this public, but discrete, anonymous
violation. A finger was stroking her pussy through the tight material of her
panties. She knew she was wet down there and that whoever it was could sense
her arousal. She opened her eyes and looked around her. She guessed whoever
was touching her was behind her, but she was too tightly packed in to turn
her body, and craning her neck all she could see was the same bored faces.



The hand had pushed her panties to one side and was fingering her naked
pussy. She shut her eyes as her assailant slowly slipped a finger into her
tight hole. God that felt good. Her body tingled as she was slowly finger
fucked in public. A second finger began to tweak her clit as the first
gyrated inside her. Oh fuck, she thought, I am going to cum on the fucking
tube! Suddenly it hit her. Her climax ripped through her body causing her to
tense and gasp. She would have probably collapsed to the ground if she had
not been so tightly packed in. As she came the hand withdrew. She opened her
eyes and noticed a few people staring at her. "Sorry", she muttered, "It's
the, er, heat".



The train creaked into Kings Cross as the doors opened the commuters spilled
out onto the platform, heading for their main line trains. She looked around
her at the faces, but there was no indication of who was her secret lover.



by David Lavenham



Feedback much appreciated - davidlavenham@gmail.com

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http://www.asstr-mirror.org/~davidllavenham
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