I had to go to London to sign some documents; Dec’s wanted me to drive but I thought it would be better to go by train. I arrived at Victoria but needed a tube to patch me through to Upminster. The tube train was packed full of hot commuters crammed in like sardines. I could smell the musky aroma of sweat, aftershave and perfume. There was a problem with the signals and it was lurching its way slowly down the line, stopping frequently between stations. I had my eyes shut and was listening to my mp3 player, wondering how long the journey was going to take.
Suddenly I was jerked back into reality; there was a lot of physical contact with other commuters but this was something different. Someone had their hand on my leg. I could see around me but no one was looking, I was surrounded by a sea of bored-looking faces. I tried to look down but couldn't see through the mass of tightly packed humanity.
The hand was stroking the back of my thigh through my mid-length skirt. I should have said something, or screamed, but I liked the idea that I was being ‘touched-up;’ it was just so naughty that I did not react. I shut my eyes again; the hand was working its way up and down my thigh, stroking it gently. The hand moved position; it was beneath my skirt now. I could feel the pleats of my tartan skirt separate as my mystery assailant's hand was working its way between my thighs, sliding along my stockings, working its way up towards my black lace knickers. I had to spread my legs to steady myself in the rocking train; the hand was making the most of the easy access, working slowly up towards its target.
I gasped slightly as a finger brushed my damp gusset. I could not believe how aroused I was at this public, but discreet, anonymous violation. A finger was stroking my pussy through the tight material of my knickers; I knew I was wet down there and that whoever it was could sense my arousal. I opened my eyes and looked around me. I guessed whoever was touching me was behind me, but I was too tightly packed in to turn my body. Craning my neck, all I could see were the same bored faces.
The hand had pushed my damp knickers to one side and was fingering my naked pussy. I shut my eyes as my assailant slowly slipped a finger into me; God that felt good. My body tingled as I was slowly finger fucked in public. A second finger began to tweak my clit as the first gyrated inside me. Oh fuck, I thought, I am going to cum on the fucking tube train, right in the middle of all these people! Suddenly it hit me; my climax ripped through my body causing my legs to tremble as the final waves shot through me I tensed up and gasped. I would have probably collapsed to the ground if I had not been so tightly packed in. As I came, the hand withdrew. I opened my eyes and noticed a few people staring at me.
"Sorry", I muttered, "It's the heat".
The train creaked into Cannon Street. As the doors opened the commuters spilled out onto the platform. I looked around me at the faces, but there was no indication of who was my secret assailant. More commuters filled the train. I clung to the pole in the centre of the carriage as I was buffeted once more by all the people squeezing against me. As the tube pulled out I felt the hand again gently massaging my bum through my skirt. The tube bumped its way towards Euston. I took another look around, but in the crowded tube I could barely move and it was impossible to tell who my assailant was. Slowly the hand worked its way down and between my legs again. I parted my legs slightly and felt the material of my panties being pushed to one side. I was dripping wet and the fingers of my mystery lover worked quickly on my pussy, stroking the length of my slit before sliding into my tight wet hole.
The movement of people around me brought me back to reality. The doors were about to open at The Monument. I expected the fingers embedded in my pussy to withdraw but they remained steadfastly in place. The doors opened and a couple of people squeezed out of the doors only to be replaced by double the number of frustrated travellers.
As the train moved off, the hand began its work again, massaging my clit as we rumbled slowly towards Tower Hill. I realised my skirt was slowly working its way up my legs; realising my bottom would be exposed, I felt a shudder of delight. "What a little slut I am!" I thought. I felt my pussy begin to constrict around the fingers. Fuck, I was going to cum again. I held tightly to the pole but, unexpectedly, the hand moved away to be quickly replaced by something else. I wasn't sure what it was at first. Something hot and hard was pushing between my legs at the top of my thighs.
It wasn't until it was resting along the length of my slit, massaging me as the train rocked, that it hit me--it was a fucking cock! The guy had got his dick out and had it between my legs, on the bloody tube! I had fantasised of fucking a stranger in public but not on the tube; this was so erotic I couldn't help myself. I changed my position slightly and lifted one leg a little more. Slowly he pushed his cock into me, penetrating my pussy on the packed train. At least three bodies were touching mine, rocking against me as the train pitched and lurched. But one, unknown to the rest, had started to fuck me.
His cock moved only with the rhythm of the train, but the sensation was enough to send me into a head-spinning ecstasy. His cock continued its efforts; I could feel him penetrating my pussy. Suddenly I felt his cock twitch as the train shuddered to a halt between stations. I stood motionless in the sudden silence but the dick buried within me had reached the point of no return. He began to cum, pumping his hot semen into my body as we stood pressed together on the packed commuter train.
With a jolt, the train lurched forward. I stumbled a little and my lover's cock slipped out from its nesting place. It was still shooting its spunk; I felt the blobs of hot cum on the sides of my legs above my stocking tops. I could feel the drips as they run down my legs; I imagined the mess it was making of my knickers and the lining to my skirt.
I regained my balance as the train reached Stepney Green and the doors opened once more. A few people squeezed off but the remaining passengers were still tightly packed. There was a movement of people behind me as the train doors shut but as the train began to move I felt the hand on my bum again. This time, it worked quickly to ease my skirt up so it was around my waist. I felt the cock between my legs again, slowly working along my pussy before slipping into my spunk-filled hole. As I was penetrated for a second time I realized with a shock that this was different. The cock was much harder, fatter and longer than the last one. I was being fucked by a second guy!
This time it lasted much longer. Whoever he was, he was bolder than the first one. I felt like a whore, letting two men fuck me on a crowded tube train, but I just couldn’t stop; no, that’s not true. I didn’t want it to stop! He began working his dick into me as the train rumbled along the track; the knob must have been enormous as I felt it prise me apart, then the rest of his long hard cock slowly slipped into me, stretching my pussy wide apart, filling me until I thought I would burst. I needed to relax my muscles to allow it in. I felt an arm slip around my waist and hold me tight, pulling me down hard onto his cock. His dick was still deep within me when the train pulled into Bow. He didn't let go; he just held me tight as the train emptied, his cock moving in me as the exiting commuters jostled us.