I am a sophomore at a women's college.
The other day, as usual, I was on the train heading home.
The train stopped due to a thunderstorm.
While I was sitting in a two-seater, a man who looked like a well-built sports instructor offered his seat to an elderly person.
It felt like I should also offer my seat, so I did.
The train was packed during rush hour, making it a nightmare.
After about five minutes, it started moving again but then suddenly stopped.
With the sudden stop, I ended up in front of the instructor-like man, and my bag slipped, causing my hand to accidentally touch the man's lap.
Me: "I'm sorry."
Man: "No, it's okay."
The man shifted his gaze to an advertisement, pretending nothing happened... but I couldn't move away!
My thumb holding the bag kept touching him...
I felt awkward...
Then something seemed off...
It seemed to be getting a bit firm...
And he was wearing sweatpants.
I took a quick glance.
It was bulging!!!
The man was fidgeting, trying to change the situation.
Man: "I'm sorry."
Me: "No, it's fine."
He started to look kind of cute, and I thought maybe it's okay to leave it as it is.
He looked handsome too...
But it was already very noticeable.
A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I circled my thumb around the tip, making the man press his lips together to endure it.
He was moving, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
Then the train started moving, and I was able to put my bag on my shoulder, escaping the situation, but now the man's lap was against my stomach.
It was still firm.
I started feeling strange, grabbed the strap, and stretched, pressing myself against him.
The firm part was right against me.
Then, with the train's sway, my hand slipped from the strap, and I ended up floating, with my body pressed against him.
The man was holding onto the strap with both hands, gritting his teeth.
I started feeling it, and when I tried to move away, my hand slipped into his sweatpants, touching him directly.
But I left it there, gently rubbing with my fingertips.
The man kept looking up.
The man suddenly whispered, "This is bad," and at that moment, he shuddered and climaxed.
Still, I didn't feel bad about it.
Man: "I'm sorry."
Me: "No problem."
I said in a small voice.
As I continued to play with him, he groaned in discomfort.
I found it amusing and said, "Found your weak spot," and didn't stop.
Just before my stop, he climaxed again.
I got off without saying anything and washed my hands in the restroom immediately.
After that, I kept seeing the man on the train.
I boldly said, "Hello," and he replied, "Hello," and we started talking on the train.
Man: "About the other day... I was overwhelmed."
We became friends who would have tea and talk.
