I felt a gentle pressure against my back and knew that the handsome stranger had moved closer to me. As the train pulled out of the station, our bodie... began to move as one. The train rocked gently and so did we, our bodies in perfect synergy. I sighed. It felt so good but was surely just a result of our circumstances. Would this man ever press himself against me if we weren't squashed into a busy commuter train? Testing the water, I shifted my weight, pushing my thighs and backside against. I expected to be the only one buying snacks and sodas, but that wasn't the case. A woman about my own age was already fiddling with the buttons on the snack machine. The red tin of Altoids she'd chosen had fallen on to the ledge instead of into the bin below. She hit the glass on the front of the machine, but not very hard."Dammit!" she groaned.I stayed near the door of the vending area. The woman pushed more random buttons. She was dressed casually but elegantly. Her sandals and matching top. It was about three feet long and two feet wide. It had six inch steel wheels, a lever on the side that looked much like the gear shifter in the truck, only shorter and two foot pedals who’s use I had no earthly idea. There were two wrist straps fastened to the upper edge of the table and a wide leather belt that could be locked down on the side of the table.The old black man dropped the rope he was pulling the cart with and ambled over to one of the pens. If he noticed the naked woman in the. He seemed to cum longer andspurt more than I had remembered him ever doing in the 5 months I hadbeen jacking him off. Finally he was dry and laid back and lit up acigarette. I went out into the living room and retrieved my purse withmy cigarettes in it as well as my blouse and bra. I lit up and laid myhead on his shoulder."You have no idea how good that feels Charlotte," he said as he exhaledthe smoke."I know it must be pretty good because I know how good it feels when youtry to push into me,:".