Hi my name is Emma. Another shitty day at work as I leave the office for the tube. Not just any shitty day, but one of those super crap ones. I am one of the many thousands of people who commute every day to London by train. On the tube no one talks. Sometimes I feel like screaming just to see what would happen. Today is one of those days as a man squeezes on and puts his elbow in my boob. Now if this happened in a pub you would say sorry but on the tube nothing is said. He doesn’t even look at me, instead he now blatantly stares at my chest. He even shuffles forward a few inches so he can see right down my dress and get a good view of my cleavage. We are now only inches apart on the busy train. I try to blow my fringe with my mouth but really I’m blowing in his face, it does not deter him. I slowly stick my chest out and see the faintest of faintest of smiles creep across his lips. I slowly let it fall and you can almost see his head drop as he follows it. Men! It’s only 3 more stops. The next tube is even busier. I squeeze on between two men who make no attempt to move. The tube is still waiting at the platform and even more people try to force their way on. I’m right by the little door at the end of the carriage. We are packed in like sardines. It’s so hot. I can feel a bead of sweat start to trickle down my back. The doors close, well try to close and there is more pushing and shoving before we finally get underway. The train barely moves out of the platform before it stops with a jolt just inside the tunnel. The lights go out. I hate it when this happens, its pitch black. I start to breathe. I take deep breaths. The man in front is so close that each time I breathe in I can feel my breast touch his chest. I repeat in my head over and over “I can do this. I am not claustrophobic”. I can feel the heat of the other passenger’s bodies around me. The heat is stifling. It’s only a few seconds but people become restless in the dark. Once I was on a carriage and someone totally lost it and started screaming, setting off other passengers. It was really scary, like being in a slasher movie. I close my eyes and breathe. Suddenly, I feel the gentle pressure of a hand brush against the cheek of my bottom in the darkness. Then it’s gone. Maybe I imagine it? Maybe is wasn’t a hand. My eyes are wide open but I can’t see anything. I certainly can’t turn around. The train starts to slowly move, the lights flicker and come on again but our progress is short lived. We move maybe 100 meters and the lights go out again and there is a wave of moans and groans down the carriage as my fellow commuters despair. We’re in darkness again. The hand is back. It’s definitely a hand. It starts to gently stroke my right buttock. I try inch forward but the man in front won’t budge. I try to nudge him a little and he pushes back. I should say something, but you just don’t confront people on the tube. I try to wriggle away but I can’t seem to do it, my feet are tangled up on the floor with the men’s. Instead I just stand there as if it isn’t there. The owner of the hand must be sitting on the little bench seat behind me just inside the door. I rewind my mind to see if I can remember who was there, but I remember nothing. The stranger starts to get braver and slowly starts to caress and grab and my arse in the darkness through my short summer dress. I guess because I haven’t moved away, I’m saying this is ok? But how can I move? Well it’s not OKAY. With one hand griping the roof rail, I try to squeeze the other behind me to remove his hand but instead I brush what I guess is the man’s manhood in front of me. The one who was staring down my dress. He pushes into me and my hand is stuck on his crutch. Oh Fuck! I dare not move my hand. You just don’t confront people on the tube. The hand behind me is getting more adventurous. It rubs and squeezes my bottom. The train jolts forward pushing me onto the hand. The man in front falls into me but makes no effort to recover himself as he pushes my hand hard into his crutch. The train crawls forward. The cartridge lights flicker, then we are off and the lights are on. Suddenly the hand is gone the man in front backs of a tiny bit but my hand is still stuck between me and his crotch. He continues to stare down my dress. The train moving is rubbing my hand on his manhood. Fuck me! He is getting a hard on. At the next station every ounce of common sense is screaming at me to “get off” and get the next one but I stay where I am. I struggle to comprehend why I don’t get off? It’s like my feet are stuck to the floor with glue. We start move. The hand takes this as a sign it’s okay to continue. It moves down from my right butt cheek to my bare inner thighs. It begins to stroke between my legs. Still I do nothing. I can feel it taking hold of the fabric edging of my dress and starts to slowly edge it up. I nervously look around the carriage in front of me and everyone is facing the other way in the direction of travel except the man in front of me. He’s staring at my cleavage. My breasts start to feel heavy and my nipples are becoming erect. The hand continues its progress under my dress towards the wet fabric of my knickers. They are wet and I can feel them sticking to the folds of my pussy. A finger starts to feel my wet pussy through the fabric and makes me shudder. A finger now starts to rub me through the material. It moves back and forth and I’m sure I can feel his thumb on my anus. The man in front slowly and deliberately pushes himself against me. Fuck me he now has a huge stiffy! Can he see what’s going on? Jesus! My hand is still where I left it and he starts to move his hips in sync with the roll of the train rubbing his cock against my hand. The next station approaches. The hand slowly withdraws and the man in front stands back ever so slightly. People enter the train from the other side. Again, my common sense is screaming “GET OFF GET OFF”, but I remain where I am and the train pulls away. It’s barely out of the station before the hand is back, and back with purpose. Straight up my skirt making me jump. Fingers now try to pull my knickers to the side. The man in front puts his hand between us and unzips his flies and pushes his crotch into my hand. Surely, surely someone will notice what is going on? The strangers hand behind me hesitates, his finger has navigated past the material and is resting on my wet pussy lips. Is this me or is this sweat? I thinks it both. Maybe he’s expecting me to do something. I MUST do something. His finger presses slightly. My heads screaming “EMMA DO SOMETHING!” But still I do nothing! He pushes just a little more and my lips part. He strokes my wet lips. Still I do nothing. That’s all he needs, I let out and involuntary groan as I feel his finger push through the folds. Like a serpent it winds its way into me. The man in front starts to grind his cock into my hand. His underpants are damp. I turn my hand and dig my long nails into his cock. Two fingers now try to enter me. They stretch my pussy. I feel his knuckles rub my sides as they go in. He then keeps pushing as if trying to lift me off of the ground burying them deep inside me. The movement of the carriage makes his fingers twist and turn and rub against me. I’m now almost on tiptoes in my high heels as he begins to slowly work his fingers in and out. God! I’m so wet. I bare down to meet his fingers on each stroke. As he withdraws, his finger and thumb gets a hold of one my pussy lips and he pulls it downward as he withdraws. He stretches and pulls it. He squeezes it hard between his finger and thumb. It’s now gripped in a vice as he moves his fingers in and out. Pulling hard on my lip as he withdraws. I am so worked up! The men leave it to almost the last second before withdrawing as we enter the next station leaving me breathless and wanton. My heart is about to explode through my chest. Someone tries to get in our door but the man in front blocks him from getting on. The man outside swears at him and runs down to the next carriage. The train lurches out of the station and into the tunnel. We are barely out of the platform before the hand is back and the man in front grabs my hand and pushes it back inside his zipper. Two fingers get to work between my legs with a slow steady rhythm. All the way in and all the way out. On each upward stroke, its thumb now touches my anus. Accidental or not its fucking driving me wild. I grip the man’s cock in front with all my strength. I start to moan. The man behind reaches over and puts his hand over my mouth. I suddenly realise what I’ve done. He then slowly takes away his hand. His hand was rough. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a signet ring on his little finger. This time his fingers stop half way up and his thumb rests my anus. He slowly starts to rub my anus in little circles with his thumb through the material of my silk knickers. His fingers start to wriggle inside of me in circles. I’m so close to cuming. God! He starts to move his fingers in and out, each time his thumb presses my anus through the material. His free arm wraps around my waist and he holds me tight so I can’t move. The rhythm is steady, building, hypnotic. I claw at the man’s dick in his pants and suddenly I feel it start to pulse and the material is suddenly wet. This sends me over the edge and I cum on the man’s fingers. He senses this and his fingers go into overdrive inside of me. They wriggle around, they go back and forth, side to side, they pull, they stretch me. Then suddenly I feel him trying to push in a third, maybe it’s his thumb. Whatever it is he forces it in and I almost squeal out. I cum big time all over his hand, I absolutely gush. I can’t take any more, my legs are like jelly. I think I’m about to faint. The next station approaches. Thank God! The men quickly withdraw as we come into the platform. Situation normal except I’m hyper ventilating, my legs are shaking. My arm on the roof rail is the only thing holding me up. The one in front zips up his flies but does not look at me. The man behind wipes his hand on the back of my dark blue dress and uses it like a towel. I look down at myself and adjust my dress. I am really flushed as the doors open and I welcome the cool air from the platform. The man in front gets off. I do not move, I’m trying hard not to faint. The man behind me rummages around. I don’t look round, I am too ashamed at what just happened. I can feel his breath on my neck. “There you go tart, you know where to come if you want more” he rasps in my ear and pushes a piece of paper into my hand. I sense him getting off. I want to turn to look at him, but I do not. I stare at the floor my head held low. As the train pulls out I look out of the window and see the men walking along the platform joking and laughing. The one that was in front of me is patting the other on the back. I don’t see the others face. My god they are friends, they worked together. A lot of the passengers have left. I stagger to a seat on my jelly legs. The old man opposite me stares at me. Then I notice he has a huge boner. My god could he see? Was he watching? He mouths something at me. I look away. I feel so ashamed. I just want the ground to open up and swallow me. I can’t imagine what the back of my dress looks like where he has wiped his hands. What a totally shit day! Emma x PS this is fiction. In real life commuting is awfully boring.