The Sexy Commuter (Are You Too Old For Dry Humping?)

0 Posted by - October 28, 2009 - Creative Writing & Fiction, Wet Wednesdays [Weekly Erotica Series]

Making Out on Train

It was supposed to be a regular Wednesday morning. I got dressed for work and headed out to catch the 9:04am train. When I got to the train station, though, the platform seemed more crowded than usual. I figured there were delays so I walked down a bit to give myself a better chance of squeezing on to the train whenever it finally arrived.

The train pulled into the station about 10 minutes later.

Although it was noticeably crowded, there was still enough room for some kind of personal space. I boarded last so that I could post up against the doors. As soon as they closed, I promptly pulled out my BlackBerry and began reading through my early morning messages.

Although I was caught up in my own thoughts, I immediately noticed her when she got on the train. My eyes were tilted downward at my BlackBerry screen but I caught a peripheral glimpse of her ass as she boarded.

Instinctually, I looked up to see if there was a pretty face to go along with this thick waist and sure enough there was. She had caramel skin, a flowing black weave, dimples like Lauren London and what I like to call that “corporate swag.” She was decked out in a grey pants suit with a white collared shirt and some name brand leather bag latched on to the bend of her arm.

By this time the train was more packed than earlier so this mystery woman could only go but so far into the train. She held on to the nearby pole and positioned herself directly in front of me. With very little elbowroom to read messages, I holstered my BlackBerry and titled my head up. In that moment Ms. Corporate Swag and I caught eyes momentarily and she flashed a brief smile. Nervously, I returned the gesture before shifting my view to the row of billboards above her.

The next stop was Atlantic Ave. and a rush of people boarded the train from the other side. As the number of passengers ballooned, Ms. Corporate Swag repositioned herself closer to my nook of the train with her back to me. She was so close that I could smell her perfume. I have no idea what fragrance it was but it was a soft and sexy scent that was a welcome change from the normal collage of nasal wonders that reside on the Big Apple’s MTA system.

As the train made a sharp turn on the tracks Ms. Corporate Swag swayed and her plump applebottom brushed up against me. I immediately felt that familiar rush of blood coursing through my veins and taking residence in the chambers of my dick. Our accidental body contact aroused me and I found myself standing their hard as a rock.

I tried to flood my mind with nonsexual thoughts in an attempt to temper my carnal spirit, but the train jerked once again and Ms. Corporate Swag’s fine ass once again made contact with my crotch.

I was embarrassed.

Hopefully, she’ll assume it was just my belt buckle or perhaps she didn’t notice. Whatever the case, I didn’t want her to think I was some pervert so I stared up at the ceiling trying once again to quell the raging fire that was brewing within my pants.

The train jerked yet again and Ms. Corporate Swag’s ass aligned with my rock hard cock again, but when the train swayed in the other direction she didn’t move away.

Maybe in the mass of bodies she didn’t realize how close she was to me and my hardened manhood. My back was against the doors and there was no way that I could retreat any further than I was already. I tried to think of Barney, Bert & Ernie, Big Bird, anything that would help make my erection subside but all I could feel was this perfectly round ass, wrapped in a thin layer of wool pants, against my cock.

That’s when it happened.

A surge of blood rushed to my dick and it hiccupped, inadvertently pressing me against her. I swore I was in for a barrage of curse words and embarrassment, but if I didn’t know better, that was when Ms. Corporate Swag actually leaned in deeper to my cock.

She soon cleared up any doubt that I had by using her free hand to discreetly reach behind her and grab my dick through my pants, before nestling back in to her now familiar position against me. With her back still to me, she flicked back her hair and tilted her head to the left slightly. Although our gazes didn’t meet, I could see her looking at me from the corner of her eye as she subtlety mouthed, “It’s okay.”

As the train continued to sway so did Ms. Corporate Swag and I. At first I let her take the lead by merely standing there while she gave me a vertical lap dance, but the harder I got the more into it I was. My hips started to gently jut forward against her ass. Initially scared at the thought of someone in this crowded train getting wind of what we were up to, I became bolder as the ride continued.

My left hand drifted down and gripped her thigh. Eventually I locked my index finger into her belt loop and drew Ms. Corporate Swag into me, synchronizing our movements even further while everyone around us was totally oblivious.

The sex gods must have been in our favor as we never had to move from her perch against the doors because the conductor announced that the train was going express until Midtown and all the local stops were on the other side of the car.

Ms. Corporate Swag and I never said a word to each other, but dry humped in public from her stop in Brooklyn and over the Manhattan Bridge as the train traversed the East River. I wanted to tear off her clothes and make love to her with the morning sun coming up over the New York skyline as a backdrop, but subtly was the key to this sordid transit affair.

As the train submerged into its tunnel on the other side of the bridge all I wanted was to do the same to this woman whose name was a mystery to me. She had turned me on to the point that I was ready to explode in my pants. Just when Ms. Corporate Swag’s slow but steady gyrations where about to bring me to that pleasurable point I felt a jolt behind me as the doors opened at 34th Street.

We were so caught up in our sensual commute that neither of us paid any attention where we were along the line. I stepped to the side to let the mass of people off the train, while trying to mask my massive erection at the same time. With all the hustle and bustle of rush hour commuters I didn’t even realize that this was Ms. Corporate Swag’s stop as well. It wasn’t until she walked past me in the doorway and slipped her business card in to the front pocket of my shirt that I discovered she was leaving me as quickly as she had come on to me.

I watched her stroll up the train station steps as the doors closed. I pulled the card out of my pocket and glanced at her name: Remy Martin, brand manager for some company I never heard of. I had no idea what her job entailed but there was something about Remy that I wanted to explore.

It was supposed to be a regular Wednesday morning, but after I called Remy on my lunch break it turned out to be quite an interesting evening.

Fin…?

Would it turn you on to slow grind on the low with your mate in a crowded room? Have you and your mate ever made out in public before? Does the idea of getting caught make it more exciting? What would you do if you spotted a couple dry humping in your vicinity on a crowded train? Ladies, what would you do if you felt man’s erection in a crowd? Would you call him out or simply move? Fellas, do you like a woman with corporate swag? Have you ever caught an accidental boner in public? What do you think off to distract yourself from being turned on? What would you do if a woman started grinding on you in a crowded train? Are you too old for dry humping?

Speak your piece…

Couple Kissing on Train

  • http://pursuitofpleasure.wordpress.com TheLover

    I would most definitely dry hump in public.

    Why not? Sometimes this is the sexy little push that you need to get through the day or just to freaking get home to do your thing.

  • da ThRONe

    You count down from 100 by 3′s a priest taught me that trick works almost everytime!

    As far as the idea of getting caught. I dont like being disturbed so that is not cool to me.

  • mizze

    Would it turn you on to slow grind on the low with your mate in a crowded room?
    YES!!! After being in a relationship for 4 years (which is not that long but when you are only 22, its a bit different) you have to find new ways to somehow keep that new- ness alive.. We try not to get into the “routine” things that can make a relationship kinda stale

    Have you and your mate ever made out in public before? We’ve done more than that in public before

    Does the idea of getting caught make it more exciting?
    One guy I was with said it did..he was REALLY into the idea of his roommates catching us “doing the dirty” right there on the stairs

    What would you do if you spotted a couple dry humping in your vicinity on a crowded train?
    EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW

    Ladies, what would you do if you felt man’s erection in a crowd?
    I have..its called THE CLUB!! Lol.. i have been dancing with guys and they would just get hard and press their erection against me..dont quite understand it.. I mean, sometimes it bothers me but if he is pretty fine then I get turned on because I got HIM turned on

    Are you too old for dry humping?
    HELL NO!! I am only 22, this is the age of “experimenting” lol

  • cake211

    as a native new yorker (and kind of a freak), this is one of the hottest things i’ve ever read. there’s SO many sexy people in new york, i wouldn’t necessarily mind a lil pg-13 play on the train. there would have to be some initial, mutual physical attraction, of course, but i would be down for it. I mean, i probly wouldn’t do it now because i’m celibate, but back in the day, this would be a goal of mine.

    If it was just some random old or ugly guy tryna be all up on me on a crowded train, i’d probaly start crying.

    I dont think dry humping will ever go out of style, it makes for good foreplay. A good alternative for intimacy without intercourse. Dubbin at parties is madd high school, but when you know and like the person you’re “dancing” with, it can be the most erotic, intimate, and sensual experience, it’s like having a conversation with your bodies and saying all the right things.

    I dont really like PDA, but i am (was lol) always down for some public get down. Getting caught wasn’t the thrill for me; it was knowing that there could be people watching us and being turned on. I like the whole voyeurism thing :-)

  • PeachesNPudding

    That’s cute. I haven’t experienced this luxury. So, I’ll move on to the next feed.

  • octaviatavia

    I made out with a guyi met at the airport all the way from houston to LA no names no numbers just good convo and kissing lol #dontjudgeme

  • Soulyn

    Feelin this post. I’ll keep my eyes open during my commute today.

  • BMW2K

    LOL @ “flowing black weave”. Apparently you and Chris R. are friends. :-)

    Would it turn you on to slow grind on the low with your mate in a crowded room? Maybe – probably.

    Have you and your mate ever made out in public before? Most definitely. Just adds to the spice and helps keep it sexy.

    Does the idea of getting caught make it more exciting? Not really.

    What would you do if you spotted a couple dry humping in your vicinity on a crowded train? I doubt if I would notice them. I am usually in my own world (although i don’t take trains).

    Ladies, what would you do if you felt man’s erection in a crowd? Would you call him out or simply move? Move.

  • LittleMissStrange

    Im a pretty open minded girl, so I see no prob with PDA with a lil grinding on top.

    What would you do if you spotted a couple dry humping in your vicinity on a crowded train?

    Get in where you fit in I guess.

  • http://spinsterstravels.wordpress.com/ Spinster

    Interesting yet exciting in a crazy way.

  • http://sweetnectar2480.blogspot.com Sweet Nectar

    Damn, I need to ride the subway more often, SMH. I would definitely be down for that. I am a very sexual person so that would not bother me as long as the feeling was mutual otherwise I would have to smack the hell out of such a bold individual. Naked I love reading your blog it is such an inspiration to a new blogger like me on the scene. Slide through my spot.

  • menluvmysmile

    Well the NYC Transit sounds much better than the TTC in Toronto.

    What a risk to take and I’m hopeful the rewards were worth it.

    PDA is alright however I don’t want to be around it if its me. I have caught men with ‘wood’ and some even indulging their ‘releif’, and may I just say that catching themselves releiving themselves is pretty defiling, however I wouldn’t chastize a man wh just has a boner on the subway, I would just move. My thinking is that they are trying to do the counting trick #da throne is talking about. I don’t want to catch them off count.

    To end my ’2cents’ NONE is too old for a bit of dry humping!

  • Full of Fire

    I absolutely loved this…ABSOLUTELY…funny & sexy w/ a happy ending… Never too old to “get booty”! HOT!!

    (p.s. she knew what she was doing when she backed into you!)

  • Peajez

    oh Ans…. Being celibate is so hard after reading hump day! But nevertheless that was awesome!!!!

  • Sidnei

    Now this is the first one i felt the absolute need to comment on..i loved it..i ride the subway every morning and have never seen anyone that ive wanted to do that to..but my eyes will be open now on for a look out

  • Gemini

    I live in NYC and I truly loved this piece. Hell Yes! I would let it happen. I’m a morning sex person.

  • Malange

    I’ve actually done it before. On the crowded 4 train morn rush hour coming from the BX into Manhat..A talll handsone gentleman was leaning against the doors and I eneded up with my back towards him. Accidently on purpose i managed to back my bottom into his pelvic region a few time. I could see him smile through the doors on the opposite side. I got off a few stops later and never looked back.

  • heavenonlyknws

    love this post.
    I have yet to experience this. Or didn’t pay attention.

    A women with a nice size able ass…

  • capricorn

    ok, ok. This was my first day here and I’ve been on this blog since 2:30, while at work. AS soon as I got home, I was back on it.

    I’ve never done a random dry hump, but I’ve always wanted to . . . .

  • Reesa

    Well I live in PA, and I take the train every day to work. My conductor on the train is one HOT looking man, he kinda looks like Dhani Jones, but a bigger version. I didnt know how to approach him, but I knew I wanted his lips to touch my lips. I get off at the last stop every morning, and there are only a few passengers left on the train. So one morning I decided to go to the back of the train to see him, and next thing you know we were making out like highschool kids. Ever since then once a week, we have our faboulous kissing session, I love riding the train every morning ! I only wish I had more time in the morning to do “other things”….

  • Cali

    It would definitely turn me on. I don’t know how long the dry humping could last before I gave in. But I’m definitely down for alittle foreplay, whether it be in public or private.

    “Getting it on in public place does make the sex more interesting. I am definitely down for stuff like that if my mate wanted too. Men seem to not always be down for public, scared about getting caught, but that’s the best part to me is the sneakyness. Gotta Luv It!

    And if I found myself next to a guy with an errection, I don’t know what I’d do. I mean it depends on how he looks & what his swag is like.

  • happy camper

    Yep, subway cars have become the new singles bars. Maybe it’s because freak-dancing crotch-to-rump at clubs has introduced young women to the cheap thrill of having a stranger’s cock between their butt cheeks. But whatever the reason, over the last couple of years, rush hour has become raunch hour — especially in summer when hormones are raging and clothes get skimpy. I’d say that about every three weeks some lusty lass will deliberately back her behind onto my boner on a jam-packed train. Of course, just as often I’m the aggressor. If I’m squeezed into a subway car sardine-style and happen to find myself behind a woman with a shapely rear end, I admit I’ll often press forward and plant my Johnson in her ass crack. The reaction varies. Nine times out of 10, the lady will stand stock still, pretending not to notice. But that tenth time, jackpot! Using the rocking motion of the train as an excuse, she’ll wiggle her tush until I have a hardon and “back that thang up” on it.

    Once, in one of those one-in-a-million coincidences, I encountered the SAME WOMAN on the morning and evening commute. I’m not making this up, folks! She was a pretty blonde with nice curves and a skirt-clad caboose to die for. In the morning, we found ourselves face to face and she boldly ground her crotch against mine until I was stiff as a board.
    When I spotted her on the train on the ride home, holding onto a pole, I couldn’t believe my good luck. The car wasn’t even all that crowded. I knew she was a “player” and that the contact would be appreciated. I didn’t hesitate, I just stepped up behind her and
    pushed my groin against her waiting fanny. As the train rumbled off, she bent slightly forward at the waist, and immediately began to grind against my dick. I was soon as hard a s a drill bit – it felt like we were fucking doggy style – and basically, we were1 That was good enough, but then the blonde vixen pulled a move even few lap dancers I’ve encountered would do. She opened up her cheeks and clenched them on my engorged organ. For the rest of the ride, it was clench, unclench, clench, clench, unclench, using her cheeks to masturbate me as professionally as some floozy at an Asian massage parlor working her client toward a happy ending. I’d like to claim I rode her butt that way for a marathon session, but the truth is, five minutes of that stimulation and I came like a firehose in her crack. When the doors whooshed open I shuffled out of the train – watching my “partner” still bent over, holding the pole, a visible wet spot on her fanny – and a smile on her face like the cat that ate the canary.

  • Siantej

    Dry humping?

  • ew!

    Are you serious? You a grown as man DRY HUMPING a stranger on MTA? EW! EW Ans! EW!

    And people are surprised that 50% of black women have a simplex of Herpes? Fukk outta here!

  • http://nwso.net NWSO

    @ew!

    Uhm, this is a fantasy piece of erotica aka fiction. Who said any of this was real? SMH.

    I’ll just take it as a complement that my writing is so good you thought this really happened. Thanx. lol

    Also, I don’t see the correlation between dry humping and the transfer of herpes. To my knowledge the virus is transmitted from skin to skin contact not clothes to clothes.

    Good intention/warning but facts are a bit off, perhaps. :)

    Again, it’s a piece of fiction so sit back and enjoy the fantasy ride.

    Stand clear the closing doors.

  • Ew!

    Great, SO GLAD it was fantasy. Yea, I guess I took it for being real seeing that there were more stories about her…BUT I SHOULD HAVE READ THE FINE PRINT. Wet Wednesdays…’Writing/ Fiction’ My fault homie.

    NOW as far as the stats go. I said that because if you were willing to dry hump a random stranger on a train, get her number, call her, and go out with her. EVENTUALLY you were going to have sex. Which you or should I say the fictional character you wrote about. I was simply saying it was risky behaviors such as this that can lead to a whooping 50 percent of women carrying such a disease, and there shouldn’t be a surprise at the end of the day. I’m just saying…

    simple observation

    keep shining!

  • City Girl

    Wow! There are a lot of prudes posting here! As far as I’m concerned, brushing up against a good-looking stranger on a train is just one of those “guilty pleasures “. I am a 24-year-old, attractive female. I am in good shape and am especially proud of my curvaceous behind. (People say I remind them of Kim Kardasian.)
    I ride the subway every day and at least once every couple of days, I experience what my coworkers and I jokingly refer to as a “joyride.”
    If the guy smells nice — and especially if he is well equipped — I don’t mind it a bit. There’s something about the feel of a faceless stranger’s
    hard cock nestled between your butt cheeks that gives you a special, very naughty sexual buzz. In fact, if a guy could be pressed up against my ass for 20 minutes and not get an erection, trust me, he’d have to be gay. Now as for passing out business cards, no — these guys aren’t necessarily boyfriend material. But for a cheap, first thing in the morning thrill, nothing beats a subway dry hump. PS: Please don’t call me a slut. I’ve only had
    sex with two boyfriends.

  • Hardon…

    @ City Girl : cool description never head a girl say so much so cutely… Enjoying our self is not wrong… If you need a real Equipped Person Just leave me a mail : divx9999@live.com… will waiting for your reply… hot chick if you are so….

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