Subway Encounter

A Fantasy

The weirdest thing happened on the subway yesterday morning. I still can't believe it's not fiction! First I want to say that in eight years of riding the trains, I've never had anything like this happen, and I'm certainly not the type of person to initiate touching random strangers on purpose.
Here's the story: It was an extremely crowded train when I got on - I and a couple of other people barely cleared the door. The only place for me to hang on was to grip onto the low partition separating the last aisle seat from the doorway. One of the people just in front of me was a professional woman in a blue pinstripe business suit and black pumps, with brunette mid-back length. I never saw her face, as she was turned away from me and the train was too crowded to move. As the train jostled us along, her left hip occasionally bumped against the back of my hand - which did not move at all during this part of the trip, as it was the only thing I was using to hang on.
As we reached the first stop, her hip now lightly pressed against my hand in constant contact. She had a good body and I could feel her softness through the smooth slightly stretchy material of her form-fitting pantsuit. Usually in a crowded train, people try to give each other even what few millimeters they can of personal space, so I figured she must not realize she was even in contact with me, and maybe thought my hand was part of the train, and would move away at any second once she realized she was leaning against a person.
But she didn't. Instead, as the train moved again, she gradually moved more fully against my hand, now pressing the front of her thigh against it. Now I started to wonder what was going on - was she so totally engrossed in the book she was reading that she didn't realize what was going on around her? I felt weird about moving my hand away because it would have been awkward and obvious, drawing attention to the fact that we were in contact.
As we started moving again after the second stop, now she had rotated her body ever so slightly so that her inner thigh was pressing against the back of my hand. The train was still pretty crowded but a little less so now. She had space to move away if she wanted to, but she didn't. Now the question marks in my head were really starting to build.
We both remained that way for a bit - with my hand sandwiched between her inner thigh and the partition, and with her facing away from me reading a book. Meanwhile, I got paranoid that the people in the seats in front of us could see what's going on, so I pulled out my iPhone with my free hand and pretended to engrossed in reading. But I had to know if she was doing it on purpose.
So what I did was I ever so slightly moved my thumb, which was hidden from the view of the seated passengers by the partition. Her inner thigh was pressed against the back of my thumb, and as I moved it maybe a centimeter, she pressed her thigh more fully into my hand. Holy shit. She's doing it on purpose. I can't believe this! This is too unreal. Now more certain what was happening, I decided to experiment by slowly moving my thumb back and forth in an almost imperceptible stroking motion against her inner thigh. She just kept reading her book like nothing was happening, still pressing her thigh firmly into the back of my hand. I slowly, gradually increased the pace and firmness of my stroking.
At the next stop, a lot of people got off. She now had plenty of space to move away. I was still trapped between her and the wall of the subway car, so I had no where to go. I couldn't move until she moved. She looked up for a second, almost as if she was deciding if the gig was up, would it look too weird if she didn't move into the empty space... but no, she decided to stay where she was.
As the train started moving again, she kept her body exactly where it was - still firmly trapping my hand between her thigh and the partition. I moved my thumb a little more to the right... she rotated her thigh almost imperceptably to the left... and I suddenly realized where my hand almost was. Still without moving the rest of my hand that was visible, I lifted my thumb into a sideways "thumbs up" position, which brought it straight up between her thighs, resting against her crotch. I held my breath as I felt her thigh muscles suddenly tense against the back of my hand - uh oh, was the jig up? Did I go too far? But no... instead she flexed and rotated her hips slightly forward - which had the effect of sliding her crotch more fully onto my thumb! I had long ago popped a serious boner in my pants over all this. What I assume was her clit was now pressed firmly against the knuckle of my thumb. I kept it perfectly motionless. She didn't move her hips again - maybe it would have been too obvious? - but I felt her tense and release her muscles a couple of times on my thumb, which had the effect of massaging her crotch against the back of my hand. Holy shit, that turned me on. Oh god, where was this going next?
Suddenly, and without any acknowledgement, she moved away and stood near the subway door, head slightly down for the next couple of minutes until we reached the next stop. Did she suddenly come to her senses about what she was doing? Get nervous? Get too turned on? Was she afraid she'd cum in full public view? Now that I was no longer pinned against the wall, I looked around to see if anyone had been watching. One guy in a seat made eye contact with me, then quickly looked away. Did he see...? At the next stop, she got off without looking back, walking purposefully, heels clacking against the subway platform floor.
I never got a look at her face, and don't even know if she was Caucasian or Asian. It was my stop too, but I decided not to follow, for fear of being called out as some sort of pervert. Who know who she was or where she went? But that's the story of the businesswoman who molested my hand on the subway.

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