On my way to work by train every morning, I would see her. She was my height, a light skinned latina with jet black hair.

She had a walk that was sexy without being trashy, and a figure that was curvy but pear shaped. She was no model, but she carried herself like she was royalty. She walked with her head up, not nose in the air, she wouldn't avert her eyes if she met someone's gaze. This morning as I boarded my train I found myself beside her in the press of bodies. We were so close we were literally wearing each clothes.

Our eyes met briefly and I apologized for any discomfort I was causing her. She looked at me and said she felt quite comfortable actually. I nervously cleared my throat while trying to keep my stiffening thingy from rubbing against her butt. Suddenly the train sped thru a turn and I found her rear pressed firmly against my stiff thingy. Did she grind against me on purpose? I couldn't be sure. She erased any doubt in my mind as she reached behind and started to rub the bulge in my pants. I tried desperately to hide the look of astonishment on my face as she opened my fly and squirmed her hand inside my pants.

I didn't think it was possible, but she made me harder as she stroked me...

almost to the point it was painful. Just then the train came to a stop in the tunnel and the lights dimmed the motorman made the obligatory P.A. announcements about the delay, blah blah blah.

She went even further than I dared to hope as she stealthfully hiked up the skirt she was wearing and shifted so that my thingy was between her thighs. I found that she was wearing a thong so there wasn't much material to get around. But there wasn't enough room for me to enter her so I rocked my pelvis forward and backward. I guess it felt good to her because she squeezed her juicy thighs together and leaned into me. The train jarred into motion and she let out a gasp as I slid inside her velvety softness. The man in front of her thought he stepped on her foot, and turned to say sorry. I couldn't hide my grin as I was privy to the real reason.

She tilted her head back and softly said that the next stop was hers. With only moments before the doors would open, I made a decision. I asked her if she had to go to work today.

She replied, "I think I could be persuaded to change my plans." Just then the doors opened and she stepped off the train, her skirt falling back into place as if nothing had transpired.

I got my briefcase up in front of my length left shiny with her juices just in time and stepped off the train after her.

I haven't been to work in three days...