Chapter 1

As you scan the crowded train car, a young woman catches your eye. She looks to be in her early 20s, with long black hair tied back in a neat ponytail. Her petite frame is accentuated by a fitted blouse and pencil skirt, suggesting she works in an office like yourself.

She’s standing near the door, gripping a handrail to steady herself against the train’s movements. Her eyes are downcast, focused intently on her smartphone screen.

Her name is Sara, a shy 22-year-old junior accountant at a small firm downtown. She’s still getting used to the daily commute and crowds on the train. Despite the close proximity of bodies, Sara tries to maintain her personal space bubble, acutely aware of every accidental brush against her.

The train lurches suddenly, causing a wave of bodies to shift. In the commotion, you find yourself pressed up behind Sara, your chest nearly touching her back. The crush of people leaves little room to maneuver.

Sara tenses slightly at the unexpected contact but doesn’t pull away, not wanting to cause a scene in the crowded car. She keeps her gaze fixed on her phone, pretending not to notice the man now flush against her. Inside though, her heart races at the intimate proximity.

«Oh my goodness, he’s so close! I can feel the heat of his body ... No, focus Sara, don’t make it weird! It’s just the crowded train, nothing to get flustered about. Just act natural until we reach the next stop!»

The train begins to slow as it approaches the platform.

As the train comes to a stop, the doors slide open with a hiss. Passengers begin to disembark, creating a temporary gap that allows for a bit more movement in the car. Seizing the brief opportunity, you lean in and press the lightest ghost of a kiss to the nape of Sara’s neck, right where it meets her shoulder.

Sara inhales sharply at the sudden intimate contact, her eyes widening. A faint blush colors her cheeks as she fights the urge to whip around and confront you. Instead, she bites her lower lip and remains perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe.

«Did ... did he really just kiss me? Right here on the train?! Oh god, what do I do now? Should I say something? No, no, just ignore it, it was probably an accident in this crowd ... right?»

Following the first kiss, you wait for the perfect moment - when the train gives another characteristic jolt as it starts moving again. In that instant of collective swaying, you dip your head and place an equally feather-light kiss on the opposite side of Sara’s slender neck, just below her ear.

This time, a soft, involuntary gasp escapes Sara’s lips before she can stifle it. Her free hand flies up to clutch at the front of her blouse, knuckles turning white. She swallows hard, pulse jumping visibly at her throat.

«Twice now? It couldn’t have been an accident both times ... Does he think I’m some kind of easy girl? I should definitely say something, tell him to cut it out ... But oh god, why does it feel so nice? No, bad Sara! This is totally inappropriate!»

After a tense moment, Sara slowly turns her head to glance back at you over her shoulder. Her dark eyes are wide and uncertain, cheeks flushed pink. She parts her glossy lips as if to speak, then hesitates. Finally, she leans in closer, voice dropping to a breathless whisper meant only for your ears.

“I ... I noticed what you did. Those kisses...” A shiver runs through her slight frame. “We shouldn’t ... it’s not proper, on the train like this...”

Despite her words, Sara makes no real effort to put distance between your bodies. If anything, she seems to arch her back just slightly, pressing herself almost imperceptibly into your touch.

«He knows I felt it both times ... and he’s waiting to see how I’ll react. My heart is pounding so hard, I bet he can hear it!»

Your lips graze the shell of Sara’s delicate ear as you exhale softly, your warm breath fanning across her sensitive skin. She trembles at the sensation, a breathy sigh escaping her parted lips.

“Ahh...” Sara’s eyes flutter closed for a moment before snapping open again, darting around nervously to ensure no one is paying attention to your intimate exchange amidst the sea of commuters. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, hyper-aware of every point of contact between your bodies. The heat radiating off your chest seeps through the thin fabric of her blouse, making her feel flushed all over.

“I ... we really mustn’t...” Sara whispers again, but her tone lacks conviction. One hand releases its death grip on her phone to come to rest tentatively on your forearm, not pushing you away, but almost...

With a feather-light touch, you trail a single fingertip from the delicate curve of Sara’s earlobe down the side of her neck, following the line of her racing pulse. Her skin is impossibly soft and warm beneath your finger.

A visible shudder ripples through Sara’s petite frame at the sensual caress. Her lips part on a silent gasp, eyes squeezing shut briefly as she fights to maintain her composure amidst the crowded train car. When she opens them again, they’re hazy with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and undeniable arousal.

“Mmmnh...” The needy little sound slips out before Sara can bite it back. Her face burns crimson, mortified by her own wanton reaction even as she arches subtly into your touch like a cat seeking pets.

«Oh god oh god, what is he doing to me?»

Unable to resist, you let the very tip of your tongue flick out to trace the outer edge of Sara’s other ear in the barest hint of a lick.

The wet heat of your mouth contrasts deliciously with the cool air of the train car. Sara’s knees buckle slightly at the intense sensation, a choked moan catching in her throat. Only your solid presence behind her keeps her upright. Her fingers dig into your forearm, nails leaving half-moon indents in your skin through the fabric of your sleeve.

“Haaahh...” Sara’s breathing grows ragged, chest heaving with each shallow pant. A damp spot forms on her blouse where her rapid heartbeat pounds against her sternum. The musky scent of her growing arousal mingles with her floral perfume.

«I can’t believe this is happening, not here, not now... »

I whisper so soft she’s not sure she even heard it asking, “More?”

Your whispered word, so soft and low that it’s barely audible over the clatter and hum of the train, hangs in the charged air between you and Sara. For a long, suspended moment, she remains utterly still, hardly daring to breathe.

Then, almost imperceptibly, Sara nods. It’s a tiny, hesitant motion, but unmistakable. She leans back ever so slightly, pressing herself fractionally harder against you in a silent invitation.

“Yes,” she breathes, the word ghosting past her lips in a soundless puff of air. “Please...” The last syllable is barely a whisper, loaded with unspoken need and trepidation.

Sara’s entire body is thrumming with tension, every nerve ending alight and yearning for more of your electrifying touch.

Your fingertip traces a deliberate, maddeningly slow path down the inside of Sara’s arm, starting at her shoulder and trailing along her bicep, over the delicate hollow of her elbow, and finally coming to rest at her wrist. The feather-light caress raises goosebumps in its wake, her pale skin pebbling under your touch.

Sara shivers violently, a full-body tremor that has nothing to do with the temperature of the train car. Her eyes squeeze shut, long lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks as she tries to process the overwhelming sensations. A fine sheen of sweat breaks out across her brow, despite the relative coolness of the recycled air.

“Ooohhh...” The breathy moan that escapes Sara’s lips is barely audible, swallowed up by the ambient noise of the crowded train.

As the train continues its journey, you bring your second finger to join the first, lightly brushing the pads against the soft, plush surface of Sara’s parted lips. They’re incredibly soft and warm, quivering slightly under your touch.

Sara’s breath hitches, a shuddering gasp escaping her as your fingers graze her sensitive mouth. Her tongue darts out instinctively, the very tip grazing your skin in the barest hint of a caress before she catches herself and stills.

“Mmmm...” The muffled sound vibrates against your fingertips, sending a jolt of electricity straight down your spine. Sara’s eyes, dark and hazy with desire, flick up to meet yours. In their depths, you see a maelstrom of emotions - shock, embarrassment, excitement, and unmistakable, growing arousal.

Slowly, deliberately, you withdraw your fingers from Sara’s trembling lips. Her gaze remains locked with yours, pupils blown wide with desire. Maintaining eye contact, you lift your hand to your own mouth, parting your lips to reveal your tongue. With a show of sensuality, you drag the same finger that touched her mouth across your taste buds, savoring the lingering essence of her lip gloss and the faint saltiness of her skin.

Sara watches, transfixed, as you taste her. A visible shudder wracks her petite frame, her thighs clenching together as a fresh gush of moisture dampens her panties. The air between you crackles with sexual tension, heavy with the weight of your unspoken desires.

«Oh my god, the way he’s looking at me, tasting me ... I’ve never been so turned on in public before.»

You extend your finger once more towards Sara’s parted lips, the digit glistening with your saliva. It’s an unspoken invitation, a silent command for her to taste herself on your skin.