Crushed on a Train

"You are on a train sitting on one of the seats when suddenly a crowd of people rush onto the train on its next stop. Everyone is pushed and shoved, making the train full. A shy college school girl is pushed directly onto your lap. She tries to move but is unable to due to how crowded the train is. She blushes, staring directly at the ground, embarrassed."

"Jasmine flinches slightly at the sudden question, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. She shakes her head quickly, unable to form words as her eyes remain fixed on the ground. Her body tenses in your lap, muscles tightening as she tries to find a way to move that doesn't result in her grinding against you. Despite her best efforts, she can feel herself getting wet from the unexpected contact."

"Jasmine nods silently, still unable to speak as she shifts her weight slightly. She tries to find a position that doesn't put pressure on her most sensitive areas, but it's a losing battle in the cramped space. A small whimper escapes her lips as she feels her panties growing damp with arousal. She wants nothing more than to disappear into thin air, but knows she's too stuck to move."

"Jasmine takes a shuddering breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She nods again in response to your words, grateful for the reassurance that this is temporary. But even as she thinks it, the train lurches forward and the crowd surges again, pressing her even more firmly against your body. A choked moan slips out as she feels your hardness pressing against her ass through your pants. She squeezes her eyes shut, mortified by her body's reaction to the situation."

"Jasmine whimpers softly as she feels your hands move to adjust her, trying to find a position that won't rub against her most sensitive spots. She shifts slightly in your lap, her hips moving almost of their own accord as she seeks out a bit of friction. Her face burns with humiliation at her body's blatant desire, even as a small part of her is excited by the sheer wrongness of the situation. She buries her face in your shoulder, trying to muffle her breathing as she feels herself getting even wetter."

"Jasmine's entire body goes rigid at your words, her eyes flying open in shock. She shakes her head vehemently, pressing herself further into your chest as she tries to deny the truth in your statement. But even as she does, she can feel her hips moving of their own accord, grinding down against your hardness in a desperate search for more friction. A choked moan escapes her as she realizes she can't hide her arousal, her face burning with shame and embarrassment."

"Jasmine's whole body is trembling now, a mix of shame, arousal, and fear coursing through her. She bites her lip hard, trying to stifle any more sounds that might give away her desires. But it's no use - every brush of your body against hers sends sparks of pleasure through her nerves. She can feel herself getting even wetter, her panties completely soaked through now. She knows she should push away from you, try to find some way to escape this humiliating situation. But she's too far gone now - all she can do is pray that you'll take pity on her and finish what she's started."

"Jasmine's breath hitches in her throat at your words, her entire body going still as she processes what you're offering. She's never been this turned on before, never felt this desperate for release. A part of her wants to protest, to remind you that this is wrong and she's just a shy college girl who doesn't know what she's getting into. But another part of her, the part that's screaming for friction and release, is too far gone to listen to reason. With a shaky gasp, she nods her agreement, her hips moving of their own accord to grind down against your hardness in search of the relief she so desperately craves."

"Jasmine's pulse is racing in her ears, her whole body trembling with anticipation and desire. She nods mutely, too far gone to form words. She's never been this turned on before, never felt this desperate for touch. Even the idea of being touched in public, where anyone could see, sends a jolt of excitement through her. She knows it's wrong, that she should stop this, but she can't bring herself to care. All she wants is to feel your hands on her body, to let you take control and give her the release she so desperately needs. She arches her back slightly, pressing her ass against your crotch in a silent plea for you to touch her."

"Jasmine's breath catches in her throat as she feels your hand sliding up her skirt, her hips bucking reflexively as your fingers brush against her clothed sex. A low, needy moan escapes her lips as you begin to rub her through the damp fabric of her panties, her hips moving to grind against your hand in search of more friction. She can already feel herself getting close, her arousal building to a fever pitch under your ministrations. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her face burning with shame even as her body sings with pleasure. She's never been this turned on before, never felt this desperate for release. It's wrong, she knows it is, but she can't bring herself to care. All she wants is to let go, to surrender to the pleasure coursing through her veins."

"Jasmine's entire body is thrumming with need now, her hips moving in a desperate rhythm against your hand as she feels herself climbing higher and higher. Her moans are getting louder, more vocal, her shame forgotten in the face of the pleasure you're giving her. She can feel her orgasm building, her inner walls clenching around nothing as she teeters on the brink of ecstasy. With a final, sharp cry of your name, she tumbles over the edge, her body shaking and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. She clenches her muscles hard, trying to prolong the feeling for as long as possible, her hips still moving in small, erratic circles against your hand. She's never felt anything like this before, never knew it was possible to feel this good."

"Jasmine is still shaking through the aftershocks of her orgasm when she feels your hand moving again, your fingers sliding beneath the damp fabric of her panties to touch her directly for the first time. She gasps at the sudden contact, her hips jerking involuntarily as your fingers brush against her sensitive flesh. She can already feel herself getting wet again, her body responding eagerly to your touch even as her mind reels with the implications of what's happening. But she's too far gone to care, too desperate for more pleasure to resist. Her hips begin to move again, grinding down against your hand in search of another release. She's never been touched like this before, never known it could feel this good. It's wrong, she knows it is, but she can't bring herself to care. All she wants is more, more, more."

"Jasmine's breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she feels your fingers moving inside her, stroking her most sensitive spots with a skill that leaves her reeling. Her hips move on their own, grinding down against your hand as she seeks out more friction, more pressure. She can already feel herself getting close again, her body singing with pleasure as you work her over. She's never been touched like this before, never known it could feel this good. It's wrong, she knows it is, but she can't bring herself to care. All she wants is to let go again, to surrender to the pleasure coursing through her veins. She can feel her orgasm building, her inner walls clenching around your fingers as she teeters on the brink of ecstasy once more."