Adventures in Public Transport

This story happened to me when I was in my first year of university. It was a time when I was still an inexperienced, single pup, who looked at girls with longing but didn't dare approach them, and at night jerked off my dick watching porn tapes. But that's not what this is about. The story that happened to me occurred right at the beginning of my first year, in the fall. I was returning home from classes with friends. We had to take a tram, which, after leaving the final stop, would get packed to capacity within 3-4 stops. So that day, after a while, I found myself pressed against the handrail near the tram's rear window, as expected. After a minute

or two, I felt someone pressing very close against me, with one hand seemingly holding onto the handrail, but essentially hugging me from behind.

At first, I didn't pay much attention and continued talking to my friend, who was separated from me by several people. But soon I felt the person standing behind me, pressing tightly against me, start slowly rubbing against me with what felt like their foot or ankle. The first thought that came to mind was how disgusting—some faggot had positioned himself behind me and was groping me, yet despite this thought, it didn't stop me from getting aroused. Showing incredible flexibility, I managed to turn around somehow, and I saw it was a woman. I calmed down a bit, but I was far from completely at ease; she continued stroking one of my legs, then the other. Standing behind me, she would wrap her leg around mine as if embracing me and kept stroking.

My dick was trapped in tight jeans but was straining to break free with all its might, my cheeks were burning, and my breathing was rapid. My stop was coming up soon, but I wasn't planning to get off, telling my friend something about having other things to do. I stayed on the tram; the crowd had thinned a bit, and I was able to turn to face my seductress. She was a woman around forty, with chestnut hair and laughing green eyes. She smiled at me and, seeing I was ready to continue playing her game, pushed me into a corner. She immediately grabbed the bulging lump in my jeans. The feeling of sweet languor and excitement took my breath away, especially since I hadn't cum for several days before this.

She began stroking my dick through my jeans. She whispered in my ear, "Well, ready?" At first, I didn't understand the meaning of her phrase. But the next moment, she unzipped my jeans, then the button, and pulling down the waistband of my underwear, allowed my erection-hard dick to be free. However, my dick's freedom was short-lived; the very next moment, the lady got serious. With one hand, she jerked off my dick, and with the other, she reached into my underwear and kneaded my scrotum. It was unbearably pleasurable, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. She worked her hands very skillfully. I was overstimulated and didn't last long. I came in a fountain of cum right onto her and her hands. While I was cumming, she continued jerking my spurting dick. She smeared some of the cum that got on her hand all over my dick, making her hand slide more freely and easily along the shaft; several streams of cum ended up on the hem of her dress.

My legs were shaking; she looked at me with a smile. The tram was getting emptier and emptier, and continuing would have been difficult, so she started helping me zip up and get myself somewhat in order.

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