The Ride Home_(2)

As Hannah was sitting on the bench waiting for the #7 train to arrive, she noticed how crowed the subway looked tonight. Knowing that the train cars would be packed full she signed as the she saw the train arriving at the station. She figured that once again she would be standing cramed packed in the train car..with bodies pressed against her in all directions. This normally would have bothered her but she noticed that most of the people piling onto the train were men. Feeling abit aroused aready she was hoping that maybe she could have alittle fun on her ride home. As she pushed her way into the train car..she was secretly eyeing the passenger trying to decided which ones she would like to have pressed close to her. Looking towards the back of the car she noticed a group of young business men..standing reading there papers.
Hannah, being a bit of a nympho, saw her chance for fun. Being a very sexy 28 year old Secretary,she knew exaclty what to do..She wiggled her way towards the back of the cars,putting her back towards the business men. She turned to look over her shoulder and was a little disappointed when none of them had even appeared to of noticed her presents. Pretiending like she had to sneeze, she instincly pressed her ass up against the young man behind her as she bent forward abit. Looking over her shoulder once more, she flashed him her i’m such a good girl smile, and said “oops sorry mister” before turning back around. Smiling to herself, she waited for what she knew was going to happen.
Before Hannah had left work at her secretary position for a major business firm, she was hoping that she would get a little action on her way home. She went into the restroom, removed bothher panty hose and her garters, leaving on only her silk panties under her short mini skirt. As she felt the man leaning forward abit, she was thanking herself for doing this before she had left work. She was about to turn around once again when suddenly the train lurched forward. The young man standing behind her leaned forward pressing himself harder against her and told her not to turn around again. She caught a quick glimpse of the man hand as he pulled her hair away from her shoulder, and noticed that it was not the young man that had been standing behind her, the hand that pulled her hair back was that of a black man. Feeling abit nervous now, Hannah just stared forward waiting to see what was going to happen next.
As the Train began its journey into the tunnels the lights would occasionaly go off for a few minutes then come back on. As they were passing through the first tunnel, Hannah felt a hand on her waist. The hand traveled around her waist to her stomach, undoing the buttons on her blouse as it moved up towards her breast.