****** It's Been A Pleasure To Meet You! by The Purvv ******
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It's Been A Pleasure To Meet You!


Author's note: New York City's subway system has a considerable amount of
routes, running 24 hours a day. Working, but not living in the city, I've rode
on many of them, although not nearly all. I say this only to give some credence
to my statement that I don't believe that these subways ever get more crowded
than the train described in this brief true story.

In addition, riding without holding on or leaning on a door on the New York
system can be accomplished with a minimum of effort. The PATH subway line,
which is described below, has a variety of sharp twists and turns and it is
virtually impossible for the average commuter to take the trip from NJ to NY
without holding on (sometimes for your dear life!) The PATH line begins at
Newark, NJ, moves on, and has stops at Harrison, Journal Square, Grove, and
Exchange Place, before heading on the last leg of its trip to its final
destination in New York. The trains run approximately 10 minutes apart, and
during the morning rush hour there are two special 'express' runs. On the
'specials' the trains do not make any of the stops between Newark and NY. The
reason for these trains is that 95% of the passengers on this line board at the
Newark station.

I was on the waiting platform awaiting the 7:30 a.m. 'express' with hundreds of
others.

I'm not one of those guys that ogle and stare at a beautiful girl in my
presence. Of course, as a normal man I've, at times in my life, become aware of
a great looking girl and have taken notice. But always, after a short admiring
look, I have moved on.

On this day while awaiting the 7:30 a.m. 'special' I was suddenly taken aback
by sudden beauty. There on the platform, amidst the scores of people, my eyes
came in contact with what I can only describe as the most beautiful girl that I
had ever seen. Movie stars, models, in person, you name it; this girl was it.

She was only about 10 feet to my right but unfortunately I could only get a
full view of the upper third of her body. Nevertheless, what I saw was enough
to leave a lasting impression that I know I'll never forget. Her blonde hair
came down almost to her shoulders and the puffy perm gave the awesome beauty of
her face an angelic look. She seemed to be about 18 to 20 years old, and stood
about 5' 8" and weighed about 120 pounds.

Awaiting the arrival of the train my eyes kept returning to her. At one point I
was able to see that she was dressed in a somewhat low-cut red satin dress with
tiny white flowers. I determined that she had a bosom that was befitting her
beauty.

The train was delayed and the crowd kept increasing. It had become so crowded
that she became hidden entirely from my view.

Finally, after a 5 minute delay the empty train turned into the station.

The swell of the crowd was already moving me against my will. When it came to a
stop I was only about 15 feet from the door but was surrounded by dozens of
people, pushing and shoving, all eager to see if they could squeeze on.

The doors of the empty train remained closed longer than normal and the crowd
was all thinking the same thought. As soon as the doors flew open try to force
one's way forward to be able to get inside. People were scrunching forward and
sideways as best that they could under these conditions. Inch by inch.

Suddenly the doors popped open and I felt my body being moved along. Even If I
wanted I wouldn't have been able to stop myself at that point. I was slowly
being carried along and being crushed into the subway car, fighting to hold my
balance. Tighter and tighter the mass of human beings pushed against each
other.

In addition to seats, which are filled within seconds by the first of the
pouncing crowd, the trains also have ceiling to floor poles and overhead bars
to hold on to for support during the trip to NY. I was about a foot or so away
from a pole...in limbo. The car was so crowded I couldn't move.

If I wasn't able to hold onto something during the trip I would undoubtedly be
knocked on my ass from some of the violent twists that the train would take.

A force of pressure from the mass of bodies was still pushing behind me,
inching me toward the pole, but there were shoulder to shoulder people
surrounding and holding on to it already. My only hope was if I was able to
reach over a shoulder to at least allow my fingertips to grab at it for some
support.

A buzzer sounded, indicating that the doors of the train were closing in the
hundred or so people that were squeezed inside.

Finally, the doors were closed and slowly the train began to move. Even that
small movement forward rocked me a bit on my feet. It was imperative that I
grab on to the pole. My arm stretched and strained outward, using every ounce
of strength that I had. Straining to the limit, I was able to make contact, my
fingertips barely able to hold on to it. My whole body now seemed totally
locked in one spot. My arm was not quite over a shoulder; it was more like it
was reaching around the top side of an arm...

Suddenly, realization hit me.

If I had to make up a story about this I wouldn't have been able to dream of a
more unbelievable tale. For, not only did the arm that I was reaching over
belong to the model/actress blonde, but (and only a regular rider on this train
will recognize what I'm saying as the truth) with her back to me and me being
directly behind, I found myself pushed against her as tight as any two human
beings could get. Recognizing this I forced my body off of hers. From behind
the crush of human flesh was continuing its pressure against me.

As the train began its long 20 minute journey I felt my chest occasionally
pushing against her back. Most important was that I found my crotch pushing
against the young girl's buttocks. Realizing my predicament I reacted in a
panic. Summoning up as much strength that I could muster I pushed backward
against the crush. By doing this I was able to totally separate our bodies, but
the separation was only by less than an inch or so from the blonde.

The train continued its journey, gently bouncing all of our bodies from side to
side as it passed the Harrison station.

Suddenly the train seemed to shift us all a little harder as it made a small
turn, and with a light touch on the breaks my crotch was again pushed into her
buttocks. Quickly I pulled back but the contact really made me aware of the
precariousness of the situation. My face was at the back of her head, so that
my mouth was only inches from her neck. My nose was soaking in the clean
wonderful smell of perfume and hair-spray from the blonde hairs surrounding her
head and neck.

Again my hips were involuntarily pushed into her and I suddenly became acutely
aware that I had just pushed into her rounded buttocks. Unable to control
myself I felt my body reacting to the conditions of smell, touch, sight and
thought. My cock expanded to its maximum size within my pants. I pulled back.

I felt myself quivering. My breath was now uneven.

Another movement from the train and this time the jutting pecker in my pants
moved into and pushed against her buttocks and I again immediately withdrew.

I would have expected her to give me an angry look over her shoulder upon
feeling that hardness push into her but instead there was no reaction.

She continued looking straight ahead.

As we were going through the Journal Square station I was pushed into her
again. This time I didn't pull back immediately. My cock was pushing into her
dress and, if my judgment was right, it was directly at the bottom of the
center of her ass right at the spot between her legs where her cunt resided.

The insides of my pants were wet now.

Without the help of the train this time my hips gently pushed forward and I
actually felt my cock move deep into her rear crotch area. And then I pulled
back as if the train pulled me back, but I didn't withdraw completely away from
her. I was now pressed against the soft rounded cheeks of her ass. I could
actually feel the heat from those cheeks against me.

A light sweat broke out on me as the train continued its forward and side to
side movement; at first picking up speed and then slowing down, causing me to
move into her and then back away.

My nose was taking deep smells just outside of her hair and I began to
purposely breathe out onto her neck hoping that she may feel me and become
excited. Perverted? Lecherous? Sure, but with the hard-on that I had I was no
longer thinking rationally.

I was sure that the girl had no idea what was happening or else she would have
reacted angrily.

As the train passed Grove Street I found myself pushing my cock deeper into
that area of her dress that I felt was between her legs. At about the time that
we were going past Exchange Place I knew that my cock was there as I felt a
sort of hollowness which I assumed to be the spot just between her legs and
right under her buttocks; only sensing the feel of her dress.

Suddenly I felt her inner body at the top part of my cock which apparently had
found her wonderful pussy area. I found myself pushing in and out in a fucking
motion between her legs. I had a tightness in my chest and I was sucking for
breath. My legs were so shaky, because of my fear, that I wanted to hold on to
something with more grip than just my barely touching fingertips on the pole.
At one point I actually considered reaching out to hold her shoulders in my
trembling hands. As they say, cooler heads prevailed.

And still this beauty didn't have the slightest idea as to what I was doing.

I knew that the train would shortly be coming to its final destination and I
was frantic now. My cock was bursting in my pants and I had a desperate urge to
cum. I began sliding in and out of her dress more purposely. The heat from her
body on my prick was fantastic. I felt the cum building to a head.

As the train made its final turn for home I let caution go to the wind and I
also headed for home. My lower body was pushing and fucking between her legs
while I held my upper body motionless, lest anyone might detect what I was
doing.

Each time that I pushed forward my cock twitched as my lower stomach felt the
softness of the ass cheeks. As I felt myself spurting in my pants I pushed in
and out at her, hoping that she didn't become aware now. I had to finish
totally, pants or no pants.

As I was erupting I could swear that I suddenly felt her legs squeezing and
releasing my humping cock. I was shooting, she was squeezing. Another squirt
and she was releasing. And then it was probably my imagination but it suddenly
felt like her buttocks actually pushed back and violently shuddered downward.

Her buttocks seemed to repeat this same thing a second time as the last of my
load saturated my pants.

As the train came to a final stop the crowd began to push their was back off.
Then the pressure was off of my body and I was able to pull away and we were
able to make our way out the door almost side by side. She didn't make any eye
contact with me at all. I can only assume that I had dry humped and raped an
innocent girl.

Thinking back to the incident I am somewhat ashamed but I can't help
remembering a whisper in my ear from out of the departing crowd.

"Thank you!" a female voice said.

I turned and looked around. The beauty was gone. I never did see who uttered
those words.

I've never seen her again.