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Archive name: rushhour.txt (MF, public)
Authors name: Robert Mitchell (apstarre@pipeline.com)
Story title : Rush Hour

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Rush Hour - (MF, public)
by Robert Mitchell (apstarre@pipeline.com)

***

Riding home from work in the New York subway was some-
thing I did every day, but this time it was different.

***

It was rush hour, and it was crowded in that car. Always 
is, and usually I hate it. Squeezed into a corner of the 
train, clinging desperately to the handrail above me as 
I'm surrounded by men and women coming home from work or 
shopping or whatever it is they did that dragged them out 
into the misery we shared. I feel arms and knees and 
elbows and backs all around me, crushing me alive. 

People reading newspapers or magazines or looking out the 
windows or talking to each other, trying to forget how 
uncomfortable they all are. Every bump and lurch of the 
subway car causes us to sway, and I'm forced to sway with 
them. It's all I can do to hang onto the rail, yet I feel 
like if I let go, I'll still remaining standing, held up 
by the flood of people surrounding me.

It was in this state that I was in the train pulled into 
the Cortelyou Station. At this stop, as at every stop, I 
was hoping silently that some of the people would get off 
and ease up on the pressure. I watched some of them 
filing off with relief, but not enough of them left. And 
more began to file in. Then more. I grit my teeth as they 
forced themselves into the already crowded train, being 
compacted slowly. Finally, the doors closed and we began 
moving again, even more crowded than before.

It was only when we had been going for a while that I 
noticed the woman in front of me. She was very attractive 
as she looked down at a newspaper she was reading. Her 
long red hair fell down over the shoulders of a green 
blouse, and I glanced down to see her curvy body was 
being hugged by a light black skirt. She was facing away 
from me, and I realised with a jolt that the crowds had 
positioned us so that my crotch was pressing up against 
her rear.

I tried to look away and not think of the awkwardness of 
the situation. She didn't seem to have noticed. Yet, as 
the train swayed on the tracks, I found myself being 
pushed up against her, again and again. I could feel the 
curves of her asscheeks through her skirt against my 
body, and with every bump I was pressed up against them. 
It didn't take much imagination to feel as if I was 
thrusting into her, over and over again, guided by the 
movements of the train. The only thing preventing it from 
being a reality were the thin layers of our clothes. 

It was so easy to imagine those clothes being gone. I 
couldn't help thinking about it. In fact, it wasn't an 
unappealing thought. I glanced down at her, then tried to 
focus on a cigarette ad on the wall as I was bounced into 
her again and again. She shifted a little, and her butt 
rubbed against my crotch.

It was too much for me. I felt a chill of horror as I 
felt my body begin to respond. I swelled in my jeans, and 
the sensations increased as I moved against her, causing 
me to swell even more. Within seconds, I was hard as a 
rock.

Sweat broke out on my face as I realised she was going to 
notice. She would feel my hardness against her, and 
realize she was pushing up against a pervert. She'd be 
disgusted and react with horror and scream or pull away, 
which would be just as bad because I was enjoying it 
despite myself. I bit my lip, trying to will my body to 
respond, and waiting for her to react.

Yet nothing happened. She continued to read the newspaper 
as I bounced against her rear, as if nothing was 
happening. She had to have noticed. Maybe she hadn't, was 
all I could think. Maybe she would think it was just an 
elbow or something and I'd get away with it. I felt a 
little relief, but decided not to push it. I had to end 
this before it got out of hand.

I shifted myself around a little to turn my crotch away 
from her ass as much as I could. Then I felt a shock as a 
hand touched my hip. It tucked a finger into the pocket 
of my jeans and pulled me until it had turned me around 
again, so that my crotch was buried in her cheeks once 
again.

The woman in front of me glanced up from her newspaper. 
Her blue eyes locked on mine, and I felt the full impact 
of what was happening in that brief moment before she 
looked down at the paper again. It was her hand that had 
pulled me back. It was she who had pulled me back into 
her. The message was clear. She didn't want me to stop.

Daring not to breathe, I began to sway with the train a 
little more. I tried to make it look as if it was just 
the movements of the car, but moved with it to push 
myself against her. My hips bounced lightly against her 
rear, deeper against her. I felt pressure with every 
thrust. She was pushing back at me. Among these crowds of 
people, we were silently making fucking motions toward 
each other.

I leaned my head back as I pushed harder against her. 
Pleasure flowed through me as I felt her warm body 
against mine. Looking down at her, I could see her cheeks 
were growing pinker and she was gripping the newspaper 
tighter. I glanced around us. No one seemed to notice or 
care. It was just the two of us in a sea of people.

I let go of the rail with one hand, and slid it down 
casually. I let my hand drift between us to cup one cheek 
of her ass. I squeezed it lightly, and I heard her inhale 
sharply as she pressed against it.

When I felt her hand again, it wasn't as surprising as 
the last time. Her fingers slid to my zipper and pulled 
it down. Then her hand slipped into my jeans and pulled 
my swollen shaft free of my briefs. Freed, it sprang out 
and pushed against her ass. 

As casually as I could I lifted her skirt. It was only 
then that I discovered she wasn't wearing anything 
underneath, because my cock buried itself inside her bare 
ass. I was soaking wet by then and my preseminal fluids 
along with the natural rhythm of the bouncing train made 
quick work of what might have been awkward in other 
circumstances.

She clenched her cheeks together, gripping my shaft 
tightly as I thrust back and forth against her. I 
clutched the handrail tighter and heard her newspaper 
rustle as she tightened her grip on it as well. She was 
breathing heavily as I began to push harder and faster 
into her, rubbing her crack with my hardness.

Then she bit her lip and gave off a soft squeak. I felt 
her cheeks clenching in rhythm as she came, and the 
sensation sent me over the edge. I couldn't hold back a 
grunt as I climaxed in her. I felt my come shoot into 
her. We were pressed together, shuddering, surrounded by 
people, but not caring.

The train gave off a whine as it pulled into the next 
station. I flushed with panic as I hurried to tuck myself 
into my clothes again and zip up the fly. Her hand swept 
her skirt into place. We arranged ourselves just in time 
as the train came to a stop and the doors opened.

People began to file out. The woman turned away from me 
and I heard the rustle of paper. Then she tore off the 
edge of her newspaper. She slipped it into my hand as she 
looked up at me once more. Her expression was calm and 
neutral, but I saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes for 
a brief moment. Then she walked out with the others. I 
caught a glimpse of a glistening wetness running down her 
inner thighs as she walked away.

I looked down at the paper she had given me. It had a 
hastily scribbled message on it that read: "I'll be on 
this train next Tuesday. Hope you will too."

I guess rush hour isn't so bad, after all.

THE END

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