The Journey_(0)

She led me to the platform, and luckily our train was just pulling in to the station. Being so slender and petite she was able to simply step on, but I had to shove my way into the crowded carriage and ended up forced against the wall next to her.

As the train shuddered and chugged away from the station, the unexpected movement made all of us jerk slightly and I felt her leg rub against my thigh, just for a second. At the next station, several people left the carriage but even more climbed on, pushing us all closer together. I found myself in the corner of the carriage with her in front of me and again, as the train moved off she swayed, her back pressing up against my chest for barely longer than a moment.

At the next stop, no one left but a handful more pushed their way into the train, and I had to let go of one of the bars to avoid hitting the back of someone’s head with my elbow. Trying to find somewhere to put my hand, it was all I could do to let it rest against my side moments before my friend was pushed into me by the crowd, the curve of her bum pressing against me in just the wrong – or right – place. I couldn’t see her face, but it was clear that no one could move, so we were stuck like this till the end of the line.

Once again, the train juddered and shook as it began to move, and it dawned on me what was going to happen… as she pressed further against me, rubbing against me, I could feel my cock growing in my slacks. She couldn’t miss it, it was poking right into her. Again she was pushed harder against me, and there was almost pain as the erection was restrained by the material of my trousers… and her rear.

I tried to look out of the window, hoping she wouldn’t comment. I couldn’t help it – she was beautiful and I was male, after all. A bump in the track forced her to grab one of the handrails herself, but in doing so she had to move her feet back, and now she was rubbing against my cock even more, though the train had stabilised.

Almost subconsciously, my arm moved from its place at my side, though I couldn’t say what I originally planned – I could hardly have pushed her away. As my hand brushed against her hip there was a momentary flash of panic as I suddenly feared the response of my long-time friend, but as my fingers slowly spread across the folds of her skirt and I felt her thigh beneath, I didn’t notice her react at all. Was I about to do something stupid? Did she not know what she was doing to me?

The tips of my fingers moved slowly down her leg until they reached the hem of her skirt, and I paused as we pulled into a station, only continuing after no one climbed on or left. As my fingers brushed over her bare skin, I knew she couldn’t fail to notice now. Her head tilted slightly but she otherwise did not react, and I realised that she hadn’t been pushing against me for some time.