Every workday, Bindy caught the commuter train from her suburban apartment to downtown. And every day it was the same: walk to the station, wait for the train, find a seat, ride for half an hour, and walk a few blocks to work. Then reverse that going home. Nothing interesting ever happened until she ran a few minutes late one day and missed her train. She waited for the next one, but that train was much more crowded... and in the crowd, she came across a man like none she had ever experienced before.

The thing was that Bindy was short and a little heavy, far from the 'model' figure so many men wanted, or at least she thought so. She felt like no man could find her sexually attractive, and so far in her life, that was true. She tried dieting, of course, and lost some weight, but she still had a long way to go. Feeling short and chubby had ruined her self-confidence, and she was resigned to a dull, sexless life. Then the unexpected happened...

Getting on the overcrowded train, she was among many men and women who could not find a seat; the train was standing room only. And standing in a crowded train meant being in physical contact with others. It was summer, so she was wearing a light sweater over her blouse and skirt, and she could feel the people around her as they were squeezed into the train car. Bindy didn't know that a man nearby was into women with her physique, and he made his way to get behind her. Soon, he was pressing against her backside. This was all new to Bindy, and she wasn't sure what she was feeling when she sensed pressure high on her butt cheeks; it felt like it could be a man's erection pressing against her.

If she had any doubt, it was erased when the person leaned to her ear and spoke.

"Relax and enjoy, sweet girl! But don't look at me," she heard a man's deep voice tell her.

"Oh," she said, and paused. She was intrigued by the prospect of a man about to do something for her to enjoy.

"Okay, sir," she heard herself reply.

Then she felt pressure like squeezing, as if the man behind her was using his hands on her ass, and it felt nice. Bindy was pleasantly surprised when, a few moments later, she felt those hands move up her sides toward her breasts. She was glad that it was happening, and she liked the idea that some man was interested in her, even if only to grope her. And that he did, finding a way under her sweater, under her blouse, and to her bra. Once he was there, he pushed and stretched her bra up and over her large breasts. Then he fondled and cupped her tits as he reached for her nipples, which he took between his thumbs and fingers. Bindy was getting very aroused by his actions and dared not try to look at him; she was enjoying his explorations far too much.

As the man rolled and squeezed her nipples, they became rock hard and excited Bindy. She hoped he would continue, but when his nipple play had her completely turned on, he dropped one hand out of her blouse. Bindy was concerned by his leaving one of her tits, but encouraged as he slipped that hand into the top of her skirt. With his hands hidden under her sweater, he kept fondling one nipple as his other hand reached down past the waist of he skirt and into her panties. In moments, he was touching her pussy.

The train rumbled on, the noise masking her moans as the man behind her snuggled so close she could feel his heat. His hands kept busy, one twirling and pulling on her nipple while the other opened her pussy lips. He used his finger as Bindy had done herself on so many nights alone, running up and down her snatch, caressing her tender, wet folds, and riding over her clit. She jerked when he hit those nerves, and he pulled her closer. No one on the train even noticed.

Bindy was in heaven as the man explored her cunt thoroughly. He had her moaning and writhing in pleasure as he rubbed her clit, and when he inserted a finger in her, she squirmed and pressed her back against him, encouraging him further. He bent over slightly to improve the angle at which he was finger-fucking her and to be able to rub her clit with his thumb. It seemed amazing to Bindy that no one on the train noticed what he was doing. But Bindy sure loved it, the nipple play, the finger in her pussy, and his thumb on her clit. She was weak in the knees and moaning as he showed no sign of letting up, despite the train lurching to a stop at each station and the passengers swaying back and forth every time it started moving again.

Soon they would arrive at the downtown station, and everyone would have to exit. But he kept up his erotic play on Bindy's body, and she was nearing her climax. She figured he knew how close she was from her moaning and squirming, and she was so thankful that he kept going. When he continued grazing her clit with his thumb as he finger-fucked her, she lost it, jerked, and came. She almost cried out in pleasure as she oozed her juices onto his hand and her panties, and he stayed with her until she finished her orgasm. Then he withdrew both of his hands from inside her clothes and under her sweater.

Bindy swayed a bit and leaned back against him to keep from falling. And then he leaned close to her ear and spoke again.

"I'm glad you enjoyed our little rendezvous. Have a great day!"

Just as he spoke, the train stopped at the station. Before she could turn to look at the man, he had turned away and pushed with the crowd toward the door. All Bindy could see was the back of his head, which was so ordinary that it belied the sexual boldness he had shown her.

As she exited the train, she looked around, but the man had vanished. Bindy straightened her skirt, tucked in her blouse, and headed to work, stopping first at the ladies' room to freshen up after cumming in her panties. She dried them with toilet paper as best she could, but the dampness would be a reminder for hours of her erotic train ride.

She intentionally took the later train the next day, but she did not see any man who resembled the sexually aggressive man from the day before, and nothing exciting happened.

She never had such an erotic experience on the train again, despite thinking about it and masturbating, using her hands just as he had done with her, each night as she went to sleep.