Accidentally Fucked on Crowded Trolley Ride

-The Fates conspire in my favor on a trolley ride to a baseball
game, when a professionally attired woman acts very rude. This
story was written in homage to a fellow erotic fiction writer. I
hope you enjoy it. It was also inspired by a friend of mine. I
told you that I was writing a story with you in it ;-) (M/F,
NC?, Reluc)-

One of my friends recently got a job working in Down Town San
Diego at Petco Park, home to San Diego Padres baseball team. One
day she called me up and told me that she had free tickets to a
Padres Game. Now I am not a big fan of baseball, or any sport for
that matter (not to mention that the Padres are not that great a
team), but I live by the creed of never turning up my nose at
anything free. So I agreed to meet her down at Petco Park and
watch the game with her.

Downtown San Diego is a beautiful place, with tons of things to
do and see. But it is not a great place to drive through due to
one way streets, constant traffic, and utterly nowhere to
park...for free. I absolutely refuse to pay to park my car, plus
it is just too damned big a hassle to drive down there (even if I
only live 10 minutes away by freeway). So I opted for the easier
way to get to Petco Park, the trolley.

The San Diego trolley is a light rail tram system that runs from
the Mexican border at San Ysidro in the South to the incorporated
city of Santee in the North (about 25-30 miles), and then from
right next to the San Diego Bay in Down Town in the West to the
incorporated city of El Cajon in the East (about 15 miles). There
are three different trolley lines, (the Orange, the Blue, and the
Green), that all run to different parts of San Diego County, but
connect and overlap at transfer stations. The trolley cars start
running around 4 am and stop running around 2 am. Throughout this
time a new trolley car arrives at each stop at 15 minute
intervals Monday-Saturday and 30 minutes intervals after 9pm and
on Sundays. It is a rather nice form of public transportation,
convenient and easy to use (FAR better than using the San Diego
bus system, do not even get me started on the horror stories I
have about using that piece of shit.).

Anyway, I live within walking distance of the trolley stop on
Euclid Ave., right at the easternmost part of the city of San
Diego. I usually take the trolley down to the convention center
when the San Diego Comic Convention is going on. It is about a 30
minute trolley ride to the convention center. But there is a
transfer station stop before it that is literally right in front
of Petco Park, which is only a 15 minute ride from my house. The
trolley then travels down to the convention center and through
Seaport Village before circling back to its last stop at the same
transfer station once again.
Now these set time tables only apply when there are not a lot of
people getting on or off. The trolley stops at every stop
regardless, but the time it spends at the stop varies with the
number of people getting on or off. Now the Padres might not be
the greatest of baseball teams, but they do still draw quite the
crowd. And most of them have known the horrors of Down Town
driving and parking, thus they take the trolley.

So when the trolley doors opened in front of me, I stepped on,
looked around, and found that there was standing room only. I
just leaned against the back wall next to the door and held on
the grab bar as people surged past me. Giving a closer look to
the rest of the people riding with me, as the trolley started to
move on to the next stop, I noticed that most of them were
dressed in Padres hats and shirts, There were quite a few
families heading to the watch the game, as well as guys sneaking
drinks from beer cans, and then the usual crazy dirty homeless
types who are always found on the trolley who give it the
wonderful smell. But there was one exception to this typical
crowd, a lovely youngish woman in business dress, sitting in the
aisle seat by the door right in front of me. She had a really
disgusted and resentful look on her face. It was pretty clear
that she was only on this trolley due to a dire need. She looked
down her nose at everyone else on the car (me included), doing
everything she could to avoid getting near anyone.

I watched her in amusement as we traveled to the next stop, which
took less than 5 minutes. I had to push myself flat against the
wall as the doors opened once more and another flood of people
poured past me. The car was getting more and more crowded. But
right as the doors were shutting I saw an old woman hobbling her
way towards the trolley. I immediately pushed the open door
button, to the groans of everyone else onboard. I step through
the door and helped the old woman up and into the trolley. She
smiled and thanked me, then continued to hobble her way towards
the closest seat, stopping right in front of the woman in the
business attire. Looking down at the younger woman, the old lady
sweetly asked, "Do you mind giving up your seat for a poor old
woman, dearie? My legs are not what they used to be, and I am
afraid I cannot stay on my feet all the way to my stop."

The business woman just acted as if she could not hear the old
woman. This really pissed me off. Stepping forward I cleared my
throat and tapped her on the shoulder. When she looked up I
glared and said, "Do you mind giving up your seat for someone who
needs it far more than you?"

She rolled her eyes and huffed, but finally stood up and allowed
the older woman sit down. By this time the trolley started
moving, causing her to stumble towards me. Catching her in my
arms, I feel her wonderful breasts crush into my chest. Once we
were both steadied and able to move, she glared up at me and
shoved me back against the wall. The lack of open space forced
her to stand behind her old seat, right on the other side of the
door from me. Her glares died down as did everything in her power
to ignore me.

This gave me the opportunity to look her over better. I am no
expert on women's clothing (Or any clothing for that matter), but
I saw that she was wearing a black skirt that just came down to
her knees. It appeared that she had on stockings or pantyhose; I
am not sure how to tell the difference really. For a top she was
wearing a black suit jacket opened enough to see a white blouse
with black vertical lines running down the wavy frills coming
out, which of course framed her very nice bosom. When she had
bumped into me earlier I could feel that her wardrobe was all
made of silk, very smooth and pleasant to the touch. She appeared
to be older then I, but not by much. She was probably in her late
20s or even early 30s. Her straight dark brown hair came down to
her shoulders. Her eyes appeared to be a light blue or greyish in
color that just radiated distain and loathing.  And like I said
before, she had a very nice and ample set of breasts with a nice
ass to bottom it all off.

I was so lost in studying her that I failed to pay attention for
the next stop. Suddenly the castle gates were breached and a
horde of baseball loving barbarians invaded our trolley car. I
was shoved out of the way, stumbling towards the bitchy business
beauty. I threw my hands out to catch myself, and what do you
know, my right hand landed right on her breast. Righting myself I
looked up sheepishly, trying to pull my hand away, but people
kept shoving my arm forward into her, creating a fondling like
motion. The unintentional, uncalled for, and uncontrolled
fondling managed to pull her suit jacket out of the way, creating
a nice frame for the artistic masterpieces that were her breasts.
When the inpouring halted, I pulled my hand away and tried to
apologize.

An even more disgusted and angry look then she had given me
before came over her face as she pushed me away and tried to back
away towards the door. Trying to yell a warning, I was too late.
Before she could step out of the trolley the door slammed shut.
Startled, she tried to jump forward only to find that her skirt
is trapped by the door. The trolley was on the move faster than
either of us to reach the door open button.

I watched her yanking at the skirt trying to pull it free of the
door. Maneuvering my way through all the people to get to her, I
tried to help her out. At the exact same moment I made the final
step towards her, reaching out to try and help her pull, I heard
a ripping sound followed by her body suddenly flying forward,
knocking right into me. My arms had down reaching for her skirt,
so consequently in order to grab hold of her and keep us both
from falling, my hands latched tightly onto what I found to be a
silk panty-encased ass. The momentum that kept our bodies
traveling towards each other and the actions of my ungoverned
groping hands combined forces in causing her crotch grind into
mine, as I embraced her to me.

Wearing a very old pair of comfortable shorts, which were barely
holding together on a string, the extremely loose waste-band
button did not stand a chance. I saw it rolling on the floor
laughing at me in no time. Having an attractive woman grinding
against me did not just have an adverse affect on my clothing; my
cock was hard as a rock in same time it took my traitorous button
to make his escape.

Since we were about the same height I looked into her eyes and
nervously asked, "Are you alright?"

Completely thunderstruck by the fast paced turn of events she
whispered out a "yes" before she fully understood what had
happened.

Letting go of her ass I tried to enlarge the gap between us. Yet
as I pulled my crotch away from hers, I noticed that her silk
panties pulled with me. I realized that they either had madly
fallen in love with my threadbare old shorts or they must have
somehow gotten caught in the zipper.

She noticed me looking down, and finally discovered the true
nature of her predicament. Blushing profusely, she tried to pull
away and cover herself.
Whispering "wait!" I clutched the crotch of her panties and tried
to work them out of my zipper. As you can imagine my hand
accidently rubbed against what lies within said panties. This
brought me in contact with the wetness that was seeping out of
her womanly crevasse. Highly embarrassed for the both of us, I
fumbled even harder, pulling at the zipper with all my strength.
But with my luck I heard another rip as the zipper pulls free
from the teeth. The only thing left in my grasp is the now broken
zipper and a large portion of silky material. I only had enough
time to see where the material in my hand had once been now
contained a large hole in the front of the woman's panties,
before the trolley rounded a turn, jostling the two of us back
into each other.

The two of us having nothing to hold onto, clung to each other.
My hands too busy trying to keep us both upright; my mutinous
shorts joined their comrade button in falling to the ground
around my ankles. All this physical contact and excitement had my
cock pointing out of the fly of my boxers. And with our crotches
already in such close proximity and our genitalia free to breath
in the disgustingly stale air, it did not take long for my cock
to find its way into the newly formed hole in her panties. She
gave a loud gasp as my cock hydroplaned across the moistness
clinging to her outer lips. The people around us crowd closer,
giving us no room to separate. Our naked sexual organs stroke
against each other with the rocking motion of the moving trolley
car, each bump working my cock closer and closer to her feminine
opening. Her wetness leaked over my cock lubricating it and
making the inevitable all the easier. It was no real surprise
that as the trolley comes to the next stop my cock found its way
into the place it had been perfectly designed by eons of
evolution.

Not knowing what to do, I just stood there as motionless as
possible, while she clung to me. Waves of people wash over the
trolley car. I would not have been able to push us apart if I had
wanted to; so many people were packed tightly into this close
space. We must have reached the maximum capacity long ago, if the
fire marshal ever found out about this, the San Diego Trolley
system would have been in deep shit. But he was probably in the
car himself, on the way to the Padres game; everyone in San Diego
seemed to be. Somehow the door managed to shut and for us to be
off once more.

Her head lay on my chest, muffling her moans, as we were pushed,
bumped, jostled, and shoved against each other. Keeping perfectly
still, I tried with all the fibers of my being not to start
thrusting away into her. Searching for any distraction, I glance
around us. No one had seemed to notice the predicament we were
in, until I felt a pinch on my ass. Looking back I noticed the
old lady grinning at me, her eyes sparkling. I smiled back at her
self-consciously, feeling the business woman slowly start to hump
against me of her own accord. Her movements added with the
rocking of the car and the constant press of other people had me
gritting my teeth, trying to think of anything to stop myself
from ejaculating inside this sheer stranger.
"I did not even know her name!" was the only thing I could manage
to think. Looking out the window I am glad to see that we are
getting close to the ballpark stop, I just needed to hold out a
little longer.

But just like with everything else that had happened on this very
strange day, the Fates had a different plan. My unplanned sex
partner suddenly grabbed hold of me tighter, panting into my
shirt. Her thrusting motions became faster and more desperate. My
shirt was not up to the task of stifling one final moan, as I
experienced her vaginal muscles milking my cock tightly and a
gush of her lubricant wash over it. There was no way for me to
hold out against such sexual tortures, it heaved me
unceremoniously over the edge. My semen barreled out of my cock
and charged valiantly into her waiting womb. Both of our legs
went weak, the only thing that held us up was the claustrophobic
crush of everyone else on the trolley car.

Coming to a complete stop, she lazily lifted her head to stare
into my eyes. The doors opened and we are a lone island of
stillness as a storm of human bodies roars past us. Staring into
each other's eyes, reading the soul behind them, she finally
pulled my head in for a kiss. When the downpour of people turned
into a trickle and there is no one left but the two of us the
kiss naturally found its conclusion. Sliding apart, but not
losing eye contact, she reached down to find her purse and while
picking up what was left of her skirt.
She broke the silence, her voice as beautiful as the rest of her,
"That was amazing. I have never climaxed so hard in my life! I
love the way you just took me like that, by force. I have been
looking for a man who knows what he wants and takes it. You
really put me in my place and showed me who was in control."
Digging through her purse she pulled out a card and handed it to
me. Kissing me on the cheek, she whispered into my ear, "You
better fucking call me." With that she rushed off and into the
crowd.

Standing there, absolutely flabbergasted, with my shorts around
my ankles and my dripping cock hanging out of my boxers, I
wondered what the fuck had just happened. I am snapped out of my
ponderings when I heard a noise behind me. I glanced back to see
the old lady shuffling towards the doors. After pushing the
button to keep the door open I bent down to pick up my shorts.
Taking the old lady's arm, I help the lady out of the trolley
car. We both silently head off towards the baseball park.
