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

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…