On a crowded train, I'm standing behind a girl with gorgeous hair and figure NO, waifish, anorexic supermodel wannabes need not apply!, who is just a little shorter than I am.

She accidentally brushes her soft place against the from of me, glances over her shoulder and whispers a sultry apology.

The next thing I know, her hand is caressing the front of my jeans, and her soft place is pressing into my thigh. Instinctively, I start to back away, but she grabs tighter and makes a barely noticable "shhh" face. Her hand is hidden behind a shoulder bag, and her movements are barely noticable with the movement of the train.

The combination of her soft hand squeezing me and raking her nails up and down, the jostling of the train, and her soft place against me almost makes me dizzy. My length is so hard, it hurts against the inside of my pants.

Easily, she finds the head and begins to draw circles around the edges, now and then going up and down, pressing hard and soft. I'm trying to keep my composure, but my legs are shaking. I hear a quiet little laugh from her as she finds the head of my length again, and begins to rub it in hard circles, much like she may rub herself.

My own juices have now covered the head, and heat up with her friction. I was hesitant at first to let her make me cum, but she presses her soft place harder into me and I make a "cough" noise as I feel myself explode in my jeans, covering my thigh.

I hold onto the handrail tightly, so I don't drop to the floor. I don't think anyone really saw or noticed what happened, as we pull into the next stop. It strikes me that someone is DEFINITELY going to notice the front of my pants.

I start to put my backpack in front of me, but she turns and "accidentally" spills her bottle of water down my front. She pulls me off the train, apologizing over and over again, then tells me she lives only a block away. Come on up to my apartment, and you can dry those off. But that, is another story...