The Tube is beyond crowded during rush hour, and i get pushed towards the back, crammed in, held up by the bodies pressed against me front and back as my heels are too high to allow me easy purchase. It’s the height of Summer and the heat means even the breeze down here is hot - there’s no relief.  I can feel the beads of sweat at my throat, pooling then trickling down my cleavage. I try to move, but am trapped in the crush of bodies, listening to the tube driver tell people to move back so even more people can get on the carriage.

I’m wearing a short white cotton dress, muslin thin because of the heat, but now i wish i had a little more on. It feels barely there as I’m pressed so hard against the man in front of me that the textured fabric of his shirt is actually making my nipples hard as the tube rocks us. I’m deliberately not looking up, I do not want to meet his gaze but I am acutely aware of his breath at my temple becoming shallower while I catch my own breath with each movement. Someone behind me stumbles, pushing me further til our lower bodies connect and I’m suddenly in no doubt as I feel his erection unmistakable against my belly.

I don’t have time to react, to try to move away before the train is slowing, stopping, the doors opening, and  finally,  more hot, tired commuters exit than enter, creating some much needed space. While it is still very busy, I’m now able to reach the pole beside the door and have a few inches of clear air all around me, enough to stand upright and I turn my back to him, facing the corner embarrassed, avoiding him as best I can.

I look up into the reflection of the tube door, the man one pace to my left is definitely letting his eyes linger on my body for longer than seems polite. I glance down toward where his gaze is directed and realize that my dress dampened from the intense heat and humidity is clinging to me, riding up a little too far, and my nipples are clearly darkly visible through the now translucent fabric. I feel myself blush, not just on my face, but all the way down my chest, and I catch the man smirking at my embarrassment.

I look away, but it seems everywhere I look in that reflection , my gaze is met with more staring and knowing looks. I realise I am almost completely circled by men, and none of them seem disinterested in my clinging dress.

I feel a hand brush lightly against my thigh, it could almost have been accidentally except I feel it return, now visible to those watching as it rests there before stroking gently upwards, pushing my dress up with it, timidly at first then bolder as it moves higher exposing more skin where it travels until it is stroking my now exposed bottom and I can my own heat between my legs.

I blush deeply again, but don’t move away and in that moment the space around me closes and I have three or four men pressed about me.

I should be struggling to move, pushing my way out of the circle of men now holding me in place, hands on my waist pinning me, but i don’t. The stroking hand feels so good and the atmosphere is oddly consensual.

Without realizing consciously what i’m doing, i spread my legs apart a bit, push against it and I feel the fingertips edge further with each stroke until they find the damp fabric between my legs and slide under it, lightly grazing, just barely touching my now swollen, pussy. I breathe out in relief and I feel breathe as a soft voice in my ear says “Soaked through.”

My eyes are closed, one hand gripping the pole the other pressed against the closed door. The hand between my legs pushes further and i breathe in sharply and close my eyes as a finger slides inside me. As I moan in pleasure I can feel the moment the energy around me changes with my abandon. More hands find their way onto my body, sliding under my dress, caressing my skin. I am pivoted around, my back now to the door. Someone teases the bodice of my dress down, exposing my breasts. Hands are cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples. I’m not even sure how my knickers have been removed, but they are pooled at my heeled feet. More hands are fighting for space on my bottom and pussy, and a second finger, from a different hand, is inside me. I’m dripping wet now, the insides of my thighs slick with moisture, and i  still can’t believe i am not only letting this happen, but loving it.

My eyes still closed, i let out another moan and push and grind against the hands on me, inside me. Someone is pinching and rolling my clit and it is driving me insane with the need to cum. I hear a zipper behind me and seconds later my hand is taken, guided around a hard smooth cock that pulses at my touch. A voice seeking consent murmurs “do you want this?” in my ear and i nod, unable to find my voice. A small skirmish occurs around the entrance to my pussy as hands are pushed aside, fingers pulled out, and I am moved a little way from the door, completely circled in my corner by these men who steady me, as fingers are replaced by his cock which slides deliciously in filling me. I shut down the part of my mind that can’t believe I am being fucked by someone i haven’t even seen and i meet his thrusts with my own. He feels incredible, and I need this fuck.

I open my eyes and see the men in front of me also have their cocks out, three of them, using our bodies to shield, hide what they are doing as they all hold the pole with a hand each and wank themselves against my front waiting their turn while I’m fucked, naked from the waist down, breasts exposed. I watch, fascinated as one man’s hand strays to another’s cock, hesitantly at first then meeting no resistance, bringing him off in front of me. The recipient freezes while it happens, holding his breath at first, unnaturally still while the hand strokes, squeezes, jerks him off. The moment he cums, on, over me, our eyes meet, and I know he is as excited and conflicted as I am.

I know i’ve missed my stop, but i don’t care. When the train stops we pause, wait for the screen of people to change, grouped together obvious enough to those close around us for any time.

I’m losing a sense of time and place, I’m focused only on the cock inside me until I feel the head of another rubbing against my clit, the reminder of where I am, what I am doing, being used, being watched, drives me towards my orgasm. I’m biting my lip and trying not to attract too much attention outside my little circle but it’s hard to care as the feeling builds and builds. I let go and my pulsing orgasm on his cock sends him over the edge, he groans as he thrusts up deeper inside me and i can feel the throb of him cum, the hot rush inside me.

He pulls out behind as the hard cock in front of me probes at my pussy. I open my eyes and the man before me has a look of pure lust on his face. I  position myself to help him as he pushes into me. He’s a little too tall, though, so frustrated he picks me up and i wrap my legs around him, supported by yet more hands, my back jammed against the door. I find a rhythm. I can feel the cum from the first man dripping out of me, and the tickle of it, the thought of how dirty i am right now turns me on even more.

One of the hands supporting my arse moves, starts rubbing my asshole, slick with cum, stroking, rubbing, tentatively at first, then pushing inside my arse, first one finger, then two as i relax my muscles and push back asking for more. I haven’t had this in so long, i had almost forgotten how good it feels, but now all of my nerve endings are screaming at the stimulation and i cum again, and before long there’s a cock in there too.

I feel so full, riding, thrusting between two cocks, and i’m bereft when the man in my pussy cums and withdraws. I want more and i gasp out a barely coherent statement to that effect, but it was hardly necessary because the guy in my arse has already wrapped his arms around me and supports me while another steps in to take his place in my pussy. No one talks, all carefully treading the line between consent, I am a willing participant throughout.

As the train empties, travelling further down the line, with more space and seating, we have become more obvious and people have avoided our carriage - those disgusted or disturbed taking themselves elsewhere, only those choosing to watch still remaining.

I’ve lost count of how many men have cum in and on me. I realise with equal parts of shame and excitement that i love feeling wanted, watched, taken, used, dirty. I cum, over and over, from the twin pleasure and shame of being exposed so publicly. Taken so carelessly.

Eventually, spent from the effort, the heat, and ready for space and air. I slide off the cock in my pussy, push away the man with his tongue licking and sucking my nipple. They don’t offer any resistance and, pausing only to cover my breasts with my dress, step out of my knickers, lift my bag, I leave, walking off the train in my clinging wet dress, my thighs slick with cum, yes, a little breathless but walking tall, in my heels, without a word or backward glance.