Triggering (part one)

Rush hour and the platform is crowded. She scans the crowd absent-mindedly until her gaze is captured by a pair of intense blue eyes fixed upon her. She has noticed them here before, but this time is different. The eyes carry a command and she already feels the warm wet response forming throughout her body. She knows she will obey his commands. The dynamic of master and submissive instantly triggers with the electric gaze. The sound of the approaching train breaks her concentration and she is able to look away. As the train arrives, they both join the crush of passengers moving through the open doors. He maneuvers behind her, takes her arm and guides her to the rear of the car. They stand face to face with her back to the wall, eyes locked together again. Her nipples are erect against her silk dress. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches to pinch first one then the other, rubbing lightly between thumb and forefinger and pulling slightly as he releases each one with a gentle bounce. Her face flushes, her head falls back, her lips part. He leans in to whisper, "Turn and face the wall." She lowers her eyes and obeys. He presses against her shaking body and she acutely feels his cock stiffening against her ass. She braces against the wall to keep her weakening knees from buckling. She blushes at the sensation of her silk dress rising with his growing erection. The train is so crowded that their closeness is probably unobserved but she catches her breath thinking that anyone could notice. As the train rocks gently, his cock rides up and down between her cheeks. He reaches a hand around her waist and down to rub her pussy through her dress. This is almost too much to bear as she struggles to remain standing, her legs straining to open to him. Her pussy throbs as he strokes to the rhythm of the train, the rhythm of his cock. Suddenly he pulls back and whispers, "This is our stop." The train has arrived at the next station. She can barely stand, barely walk, barely focus, barely think. He takes her arm and guides her off the train. Her face is flushed, eyes closed, she is panting for breath. She is surrendered to him and follows as he leads her out of the station onto the street.
TO BE CONTINUED

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