Hands Off
Days ran into boring days for Missy. Work had necessitated an extended stay in New York. The 'Big Apple' didn't do anything for her when you took away the exercise club and the coffee houses. For the last week she had clambered onto a metro train carriage and been bumped and jostled for the entire twenty minute journey. She had decided to walk on the third day but couldn't get used to the smog or the neighbourhoods she had to transverse. So, she settled into the stultifying routine- trying to read a copy of The New York Times on the ride. She rarely got past the front and back pages because it was too difficult to turn pages in the crowded aisle of the carriage. Thus Friday's trip was greeted with all the enthusiasm of a local because it was the last day before a weekend break.It started off no different to the preceding four days-until the second stop. When the train resumed its journey she felt somebody leaning against her. Not wanting to cause a scene in the cramped conditions, she moved away. But to her annoyance the body followed her and was soon touching her again. Still not wanting to make a fuss she leant forward herself, only to have the frame lean into her once more. This time she started to turn around but the sudden presence of a hardened bump against her side stopped her in her tracks. It felt huge- surely it was a case or some other object. But, as it began to rub against her hip and move to her backside, she changed her mind. Some filthy pig was rubbing his erection against her- but all she wanted to do was reach out, touch it to convince herself it was real. The next station gave her little respite as more people jammed into the fewer spaces of alighting passengers. This time when the train jerked forward she leant back into the offending body. Sensing a change in her attitude it pushed closer against her. When the train came to a sudden stop she almost fell, until two strong arms gripped her and stopped her fall. The subsequent jolt forward as the train re-started allowed her to lean right back against the body behind her. Now, his erection was definitely being rubbed against her in a circular motion, confirming her idea the offender was a good few inches taller than her quite respectable 5' 7". Just when she was getting used to the motion- even getting to enjoy it, the lights in her carriage flickered, dimmed and then went out.The hands began moving over her almost immediately. Strong, big hands covering every inch of her clothed body. They stopped at her breasts to squeeze and tweak her soft flesh. At first, she felt like a horse at sale as the hands perfunctorily covered every inch of her body- prodding and pushing her into the traveler in front of her. Apologizing, she pushed backwards as the hands moved down her hips onto the bare skin just below her skirt and above her knees. Without stopping, they began their climb up, bunching the front of her skirt as they traveled. The hands were rough and scratched her soft satiny skin. She felt them rub over her bare mons; then both hands roughly parted her thighs while greedy fingers spread her folds and forced their way inside. Long, callused fingers rubbed against the walls of her vagina. Her audible gasp surprised her- she shoved her right hand into her mouth to muffle the cries. She had to stop this foolishness- the lights could come on at any moment and there she would be with her skirt rucked up around her hips. But instead, she leant backwards and enjoyed the sensations coursing through her body. The fingers were moving again. There was nothing to bar their progress when she opened her legs eagerly. The rough intrusion excited her; while her rocking body enjoyed the friction. Still the fingers tore her delicate skin and she knew she would be tender down there for the next few days. When they reached their apex, Missy was rotating her hips and grinding against her penis substitutes. Strange sensations coursed along the fibres of her skin- her legs grew weak and she knew if the fingers were withdrawn she would crumple to the floor.Then, when she thought she couldn't stand anymore- his left hand moved up her body under her blouse and roughly handled her breasts. Her nipples sprang up against the work roughened hands. Meanwhile, his right hand continued to push in and out of her wetness. She was positively dripping fluid between her legs- Missy bit her knuckles to stifle her quickening moans. Ooohhhhhh! Such feelings flooded her tortured body. His fingers wrenched her nipples; the other hand plunged in and out of her. She couldn't stand it any longer. It washed over her. She bit into her fist, moaning and groaning. Soft flashes of light heralded her most intense orgasm for quite a while. All the strength left her body. She squeezed her thighs shut; imprisoning those long fingers that were then dragged roughly from inside her. Missy sensed movement, but had the sense of mind to drag down her blouse and skirt before the train jerked forward once more and the lights flickered to life.She tried to make repairs, even as more sensations heightened her pleasure. Missy grabbed someone's arm for support. Luckily it was an obliging guy who helped her regain balance. Her body was tingling with life; she felt all squishy down below. God! She must look a fright- her hands finger combed her hair. She glanced hurriedly over her shoulder but only a smiling oriental face greeted her gaze. He had disappeared! Just then the train pulled into her station. She stumbled off in the surging flood of bodies. On the station she took a minute to compose herself- then gingerly made her way to the escalator. The escalator carried her up to street level and some sanity.............