Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2015 14:49:02 +0000
From: Captain Sargasso <captsargasso@gmail.com>
Subject: The Tube

The Tube by Capt Sargasso

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story without permission from the author. Story copyright 2015 Captain
Sargasso.

Encounters

Please enjoy this story responsibly, adhering to the laws and customs of
wherever you are from. I do not condone the actions in this or any of my
stories, they are purely fantasy. Please enjoy sex legally and safely with
a consenting partner.

I welcome comments and feedback at captsargasso@gmail.com. I am happy to
engage with fans and critics alike to discuss improvements, future stories
and your own fantasy ideas.

~

Lauren was a normal student at the University of London. Short, cute, maybe
a few extra pounds than she'd like, normal. She looked over the top of her
glasses at the clock in the British Library. Shit, she'd been so engrossed
in her research she'd lost track of time. She'd now have to travel back on
the tube during rush hour!

Rushing to the station Lauren squeezed her way onto the crowded train and
forced her way into the middle where there was a pole to hold onto. One
disadvantage of her height was that in crowds like this she got a good view
of the back of middle aged suits and not much else.

Lauren leaned her head back and felt something soft. Turning her head she
came face to face with the chest of a tall blond woman. Lauren looked up
and the woman was staring blankly into space, oblivious. Lauren looked back
down and noticed the woman's dark blue shirt hung open between two buttons
at the cleavage.

Lauren gazed at the fleshy mound, squeezed into the cup of a black bra. The
breast swelled over the edge of the silver patterned cup, jiggling in time
with the train motion.

Lauren was compelled. She didn't know why. She couldn't help herself.
Leaning back she poked her tongue through the gap in the shirt and licked
the side of the tit. Quickly she pulled back. Frozen, leaning into the
woman still, she glanced up.

The woman hadn't moved. The businessmen still shielded her from anyone's
view. Emboldened she went in for more. Exploring the exquisite flesh and
gently probing into the bra cup. Lauren felt her labia swell slightly and
her insides begin to moisten. Christ she wasn't even a lesbian!

The train went round a corner and jostled. As people stabilised Lauren felt
her right breast being cupped. The woman was till staring blankly at no-one
in particular but had a handful of young, fleshy, 32 D Lauren-boob!
Disguised by a shoulder bag and Lauren's jacket the woman's hand was
discreetly groping Lauren. The situation was turning Lauren on more than
anything she'd ever encountered. Lauren reddened with both embarrassment
and arousal. Her underwear was soaking from her excited and swollen vulva.

Lauren looked up and attempted to catch the woman's eye but she was still
staring away absent minded. The woman continued to grope her tit and
through the thin t-shirt and bra soon found Lauren's hard nipple, giving it
a rough squeeze. Lauren let out an involuntary yelp of pleasure and luckily
the train jostled again and she fell back into the older woman's chest.

The woman continued to massage and tweak Lauren's sensitive nipple. Lauren
nuzzled down into the soft warm cleavage and again found the lacy edge of a
bra cup with her tongue. The woman's only response was to grope Lauren more
urgently. Using her tongue and lips Lauren manoeuvred the older breast
upward until the edge of an areola was accessible.

The soft flesh was tight and ridged with the reward of a rock hard nipple
at the centre. Lauren licked and gnawed at her prize, unsure what raw,
homosexual lust was overcoming her. The woman continued to expertly
manipulate Lauren's nipple, causing her juices to flow in greater quantity
from the swollen lips pressing against her underwear.

Suddenly there was a jolt as the train stopped in a station. Lauren bounced
away from the woman as the crowd of business travellers became a melee of
those desperate to get off the train. Lauren looked urgently about her but
the woman was gone. As the conductor's voice came over the tannoy Lauren
felt a presence. She shivered as a finger gently traced her damp crotch
from clit to perineum and a tongue probed her ear.

As soon as it had started Lauren felt the presence withdraw. She spun round
hoping to catch a glimpse of her most recent lover, but was met with only
the blur of faces as the train accelerated out of the station.

~ The end. ~