Commute part 2

Nothing happened, though, until the train pulled into the next stop from where I got on. A fresh crush of people pushed their way onto the train and we were all crammed onto the carriage. I was starting to wonder whether this was worth it all, when I felt it. A hand on my butt. The guy was trying to make pasimple, brushing his hand against my butt every time the train jostled. But the way he touched it couldn’t disguise the fact that he was touching me on purpose. My heart started beating faster, and I could feel myself starting to get wet. I tried to turn my head to see how the guy looked, but it was too cramped and I couldn’t turn around completely to get a good look. I could smell strong body odor, but then that could have been from any of the other people on the train. The hand on my butt was rough with calluses, so that suggested that he was not a stranger to manual labor. We went that way for a few minutes. The train was slow-going, what with it being packed so full of people. I felt more daring now, as the lust started to course through my veins. I pressed my butt against his hand, and reached down behind me to pull him closer against me. As if it mattered. With so many people on the train, we were as close as two people could possibly be and not be on top of each other. He was wearing shorts, and from what I could feel they were pretty worn and tattered. His legs were thick with curly hair. I felt him squeeze my butt firmly this time, and then he leaned his face close to my ear and whispered “Gusto mo ba yan?” With his hand on my butt I was starting to get really excited. My breathing was coming faster and faster. I closed my eyes, just focusing on the sensation of his rough hands on my butt. I didn’t want to look at him, because by then I knew that he probably didn’t look all that good and that if I looked at his face then I might just get turned off and the fantasy would ruin itself. So I focused on the sensations and let him and my imagination do the work. I murmured a soft but intelligible “Mm-hmm.” It was the most I could do without letting it turn into an outright moan. I pressed myself harder against him. I could feel his cock poking at me through his shorts. His hand slipped under my skirt and he was kneading my butt now, not just stroking it, but rolling it about in both hands, teasing the soft, pliant flesh. He was crushing it in his hand, squeezing it hard enough that I wondered if it would leave a mark. I was breathing fast and hard by now. I could hear him getting excited as well, his voice changing, getting huskier, his breathing coming quicker as well, as he whispered all sorts of nasty things into my ear. He told about how sexy I was, how nice my butt was, and what a dirty and horny girl I was. Normally I would have slapped anyone who tried to say that to me, but damn, I was really in the mood by then. He slid his hand around my waist and into my panties. I tried to spread my legs as wide as the limited space could allow but there was just no doing it. I felt him gasp into my ear when his hand slid against my freshly-shaved, hairless pussy. “Aba. Ang libog mo ha. Ang sarap naman niyan kainin.” He said. He started running his finger up and down my slit, tracing the line of it slowly, applying enough pressure to feel good but not enough to penetrate me. God, he was such a tease. He sure knew what he was doing. I couldn’t help but gasp when he slid his finger inside though. His finger was thick and rough. The friction of it was driving me insane. He started sliding it in and out slowly but as deep as it would go. I clutched at his shorts. I didn’t know how long I could stop myself from moaning out load. He pumped it in and out, in and out, faster and faster. I was thankful that the train masked the wet slurping sounds I’m sure that my dripping pussy was making. It was stroking almost the entire insides of my pussy, sliding against my clit, his knuckle brushing up against the ridge of my opening. It was fantastic. His finger was wet and slippery from my juices. He would plunge it inside and then wiggle it around a bit, trying to work it as deep as it would go, trying to touch everything inside me, touching me in ways no one ever had before. Then he would pull it out, drag it against my clit, and then slide it in again. I couldn’t take it anymore. I started to moan softly, the gasps coming out from my mouth in quick succession. I was holding on to him for support. My legs were trembling from the pleasure. Had he pulled away, I would have collapsed onto the floor. He was moaning softly into my ear. I was too. His other hand reached around me again and under my jacket and my bra. He took my left nipple in between two fingers and rolled it around, teasing it to delicate hardness. He pinched it softly, tweaking it, and then kneading the whole of my boob in his hand. He was finger-fucking me in earnest now, just in and out, in and out, fast and hard. My hand wandered down between my legs, rubbing my clit hard, while his finger pistoned in and out of my tight, wet, hot pussy. The pleasure was absolutely extreme. It was shooting all over my body, I didn’t know anymore where to concentrate, whether on his thick finger fucking into me, or on his hand on my breast. I pressed my butt against his hard cock, grinding it. He pushed against me as well. I knew he must have been aching to have it inside me. Truth be told, I wanted it inside me as well. We didn’t have to wait long before we both got our wishes.

(To be Continued)