During that all too brief warm spell that we had recently, I had to make a quick trip from our office to the clients office so I decided to take the subway.

Unfortunately, it was nearing five and the hordes were abandoning their desks and piling into the subway for the trek home.

As in most major cities, this meant that each car would be packed like sardines in a tin. I was carried from the platform into one of the cars by the flow of people and luckily ended up standing next to one of those floor-to-ceiling poles in the middle of the aisle. This would at least give me something to hold on to as the subway car lurched and bounced its way down the tracks.

At each stop, more and more people pushed on board. Eventually, I was standing with one leg on either side of the pole, my body pressed tight against it. Since it was so warm and because I had to return to the office, I had left my coat there.

As a result, all there was between me and the pole was the thin material of my dress and underwear. As we moved along rocking back and forth, I noticed that the pole was rubbing against my lower body in a pleasant sort of way. With a nice slow rhythm the pole was gently massaging my softness. I pushed my hips against it to increase the sensation.

My panties quickly were becoming quite wet. As my nipples hardened it occurred to me that they too could get in the game if I wrapped myself around the pole so that my breasts were brushing against it as the train swayed. Since the car was so crowded, any movement on my part pushed me tighter against the pole. This wasnt all bad. Every so often, the car would lurch and it would thrust the pole deeper into my slightly parted lower lips. At one point, I let out a sharp gasp.

I pretended to cough but the people around me knew all too well what that sound meant. However, no one could move, we were packed in so tight. Then, I felt a hand brush quickly across my rear. Not uncommon in a packed subway. But, then I felt it again. It began stroking and fondling my bottom. I couldnt move away and I couldnt turn around.

There were people all around me, confining my movement. And, there was the pole in front of me, still gently rubbing against my pelvis. Moreover, since I could not turn around, I had no idea who the hand belonged to.

After a minute the hand was joined by another. It took one cheek while its mate took the other, kneedling the soft flesh of my soft place. As the train moved along, one hand moved up, stroking my waist and moving higher. I had no idea who caressing me. Indeed, I had no idea whether they were male or female. Wait, there were three hands now! I thought about trying to turn around and confront them. However, I really didnt want to. So, I closed my eyes and breathed more deeply. The train, the pole, the movement, the hands, it was hypnotic. Soon, I could feel myself shaking as I held myself against the pole. I pushed tighter against it and let out another moan.

Eventually, people started exiting the train at various stops.

The pressure eased as the crowd thinned out. My eyes opened.

A fat woman who had been standing near me, raised her eyebrows and shook her head as she walked away. I looked around at the people left in the car. Everybody was minding their own business. Who had been fondling me? Was it the businessman, the messenger, or that pretty college girl? Was it all of them? I would never know. Then, I smiled because it didnt matter.