My friend told me an amazing sexual encounter that he had whilst on the tube. I just had to share it.
He was young, maybe 15 or so. In the full flight of puberty, he was still at the stage where he knew he wanted to do “stuff” with girls but was still a bit unsure what and why exactly. He was a little slow to mature sexually in that regard, it was a long time ago in a less sexually enlightened age. He was travelling home from school in rush hour.
Now if you have never been on the London tube in rush hour let me give you context. The place is a real crush. You have more people trying to get on the trains than there is space on the train. People are all grumpy and annoyed after a long day at work followed by having to put up with the commute that they cannot avoid. When the train pulls into the platform there is this battle to get on the train, people sort of push into the train and compress the people in the centre till the doors close, then they can relax and allow the pressure t push them back against the tube doors without fear of being expelled from the vehicle. My friend was on one of these when it happened.
He got on the train as normal, there was the usual crush in, doors close then everyone is held in like sardines in a jar. With everyone everywhere your visibility is about 30 cm from your face, especially when you are a young kid and therefore short. You can just about see your feet, but your arms which are stretched out to hold one of the bars disappears from biscep into a sea of bodies, one in either direction. Everything moves slowly to the motion of the train, rocking back and forth erratically – and thats when he felt it.
A boob on his arm. He wasn’t sure if it was or not, so he just stayed still to begin with. But no, it was definitely a breast pressing up against his arm and elbow. His heart started to immediately beat faster. He glanced up to see who it was, but couldn’t tell. He could see a sea of heads all looking in different directions, it could be several people, or even someone that he couldn’t see at all. Perhaps it was just the accident of the crush , maybe there was nothing to it just the accidental brush of someone moving by. But it was still there, and it was on the move.
As the train rocked he could feel it slowly rub back and forth on his arm. He was glad that suddenly that there was so many people, as the rush hour crush guaranteed that no one could see the massive boner that he now carried in his trousers. Without thinking, he started to resopond to it, allowing his arm to crook at the elbow slightly so it cupped around what felt like the bottom of the boob. He started to repond to the movement as well, brushing in the opposite direction to the girl to increase the stroke. Allowing the movement of the train to exaggerate the back and forth he could press out and into her as he foundled the unknown lady.
His excitement grew by the unexpected encounter, he quickly grew more and more turned on... until suddenly they arrived at a popular station, the doors open and half the train emptied out. He found himself standing there in the middle of the train with space again, as he did on most days of the commute.
He never knew who the woman was, he doesn’t even know what she looked like, but he said he never forgot it.
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