I looked up at the subway map and counted the stops.
Ugh, twenty more stops to go…
I started doing the math in my head as I twiddled with my black clutch that perfectly matched my black leather high heel boots.
So like five min between each stop so like an hour to go…. Ugh…
The clacking of the subway echoed through the incredibly cramped car. More and more people piling on at every stop while we passed under the centre of the city. The clashing smells of strong cologne and floral perfumes unwelcomely invaded my nose.
I can't wait to get off this train. Derek (my husband) better be on time…
Another flood of people entered the train, pushing me into a corner.
"Ooof," I hear as I look down and see a young redhead with her face pushed into my chest. Her chin pulling down on my white summer dress as her face was forcefully pressed between my supple breasts.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry," the girl said as she pulled her head back and out of my bosom.
"No no, it's fine! Are you ok?" I asked concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Good thing you come with airbags," she replied with a giggle.
I chuckled just to be nice even though I found her comment to be incredibly inappropriate. I looked down at her white blouse hiding a small pair of breasts but not hiding the outline of her erect nipples. I looked lower to her red pleated skirt and black stockings and down to her worn-out looking pair of black chucks.
She was very pretty and young but didn't look quite young enough to be in high school. Maybe this was just some new kind of fashion trend. My curious nature got the better of me just as she looked up and caught me staring.
Oh shit! Think of an excuse! Compliment her… skirt!
"Oh, uh… I was just admiring your skirt. It's really cute!" I said nervously.
Really that's the best I could come up with? Ugh… why do I even care? Not like I'm going to see her again.
"Oh… uh… thanks. I really like your um… dress," she replied very awkwardly.
I simply smiled as I tried to focus my attention elsewhere.
*Ding ding*
The doors opened and I thought to myself there is no way more people are fitting in here. The impatient businesspeople pushed their way on anyway, shoving people into every nook and cranny possible. Suddenly the redheaded girl was shoved right into me sandwiching me against the wall.
"Oh my god!" I gasped as I felt warm skin press against my bare sex. I looked down to see the girl's arm under my skirt. Her hand being pushed against my pussy by her oversized purse.
"I totally didn't mean to…" she said as she looked up at me shaking her head in horror.
"Just get it out of there please," I gasped as I tried to move but had absolutely no place to go. I was trapped.
"I'm trying!" She replied as I felt her hand wiggle between my legs.
My knees started getting weak as I felt what I could only assume was her thumb, start rubbing on my clit. It felt smooth and slippery against my sensitive sex probably coated in my excited juices.
"Why aren't you wearing any underwear," she whispered to me with a very perplexed tone.
Because my boss stole them a few hours ago…
"It doesn't matter just please get your hand out," I whispered back, unwillingly biting my lip in ecstasy.
"I'm trying but my bag is stuck and my bracelet is caught on a thread or something," she said as she looked down and continued fiddling. I felt her hand turn and her finger slide between the sensitive folds of my labia. "I can't get it."
I moaned lightly while my hips instinctively started bucking, grinding my pussy on her even more. My legs started trembling as I started to forget what we were even trying to accomplish.