Groping A Woman On Train: A Steamy Erotic Tale
It was a typical morning rush hour on the commuter train. Everyone was bustling and bustling, cramming onto the train and trying to get a seat before they got to work. I was already in my seat, my bag tucked safely away in the overhead bin, and I had my headphones in, hoping to drown out the noise of the other passengers.
But then, something happened that would change the course of my morning and make it much more interesting.
A woman hopped onto the train. She was tall and slender, wearing a tight black dress and a pair of heels that showed off her long, toned legs. Her hair was a deep brown and fell in waves around her face. She was stunning, and I couldn’t help but admire her from afar.
But then, something else happened that I never expected. As the woman walked past me, her gaze lingered on me a bit too long and she smiled. I felt a thrill run through me and my heart skipped a beat.
The train jolted and I watched as the woman stumbled slightly and then quickly regained her footing. She looked over at me and smiled again, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. I grinned back and, before I knew it, she was standing right in front of me.
I was speechless. She was so close I could smell her perfume, a sweet and tantalizing scent that made my head spin. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate.
Suddenly, the woman’s hand moved. Before I knew what was happening, she had grabbed my hand and placed it on her waist. She looked into my eyes, her gaze smoldering, and I felt heat rising through my body.
My fingers moved up and down her waist, tracing the curve of her body. I felt her body trembling beneath my touch and I could feel her breath quicken. We stayed like that, lost in each other’s gaze, until the train came to a stop.
The woman stepped back, but she didn’t let go of my hand. She grinned mischievously and pulled me out of my seat. We quickly exited the train and she led me through the station and out into the street.
We walked for a few blocks until we reached a small park. She pulled me into a secluded corner and pushed me up against a wall. She kissed me hard, her tongue exploring my mouth as her hands explored my body. She was so passionate and I soon found myself pressed up against the wall, unable to move.
The woman grabbed my hand and placed it on her thigh. I could feel her trembling beneath my touch and I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I slid my hand up her thigh and felt the warmth of her body as I moved up to her waist. I felt her moan against my lips and my fingers moved further up, exploring every inch of her body.
I could feel her body quivering against mine and I could feel her desire growing. I wanted more and I moved my hands to her breasts, caressing them gently. She moaned louder, her legs quivering with pleasure.
My hands moved down further and I felt her heat as I moved my fingers between her legs. She gasped and arched her back, her breathing becoming more desperate. I moved my fingers faster, feeling her quiver with every stroke.
Soon, she was trembling uncontrollably and I felt her body shudder against mine. She let out a loud moan and I felt her orgasm ripple through her body. I finally let go and she collapsed against me, breathing heavily.
We stayed like that for a few moments, neither of us moving or speaking. We finally stepped away from each other, both of us flushed and embarrassed. We quickly said our goodbyes and I watched as she walked away, her hips swaying gently as she disappeared into the night.
I stood there for a few moments, my heart racing as I thought about what had just happened. I finally made my way back to the train station, a smile on my face and my mind filled with images of the steamy encounter.
