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 Accidentally Fucked on Crowded Trolley Ride

   -The Fates conspire in my favor on a overly crowded light rail tram ride
to a baseball game when I am forced to stand next to a very rude and bitchy
professionally attired woman.  (M/F, NC?)-

   One of my friends recently got a job working in Down Town San Diego at
Petco Park, home to San Diego Padres baseball team.  One day she called me
up and told me that she had free tickets to a Padres Game.  Now I am not a
big fan of baseball, or any sport for that matter (not to mention that the
Padres are not that great a team), but I live by the creed of never turning
up my nose at anything free.  So I agreed to meet her down at Petco Park
and watch the game with her.

   Downtown San Diego is a beautiful place, with tons of things to do and
see.  But it is not a great place to drive through due to one way streets,
constant traffic, and utterly nowhere to park...for free.  I absolutely
refuse to pay to park my car, plus it is just too damned big a hassle to
drive down there (even if I only live 10 minutes away by freeway).  So I
opted for the easier way to get to Petco Park, the trolley.

   The San Diego trolley is a light rail tram system that runs from the
Mexican border at San Ysidro in the South to the incorporated city of
Santee in the North (about 25-30 miles), and then from right next to the
San Diego Bay in Down Town in the West to the incorporated city of El Cajon
in the East (about 15 miles).  There are three different trolley lines,
(the Orange, the Blue, and the Green), that all run to different parts of
San Diego County, but connect and overlap at transfer stations.  The
trolley cars start running around 4 am and stop running around 2 am. 
Throughout this time a new trolley car arrives at each stop at 15 minute
intervals Monday-Saturday and 30 minutes intervals after 9pm and on
Sundays. It is a rather nice form of public transportation, convenient and
easy to use (FAR better than using the San Diego bus system, do not even
get me started on the horror stories I have about using that piece of
shit.).

   Anyway, I live within walking distance of the trolley stop on Euclid
Ave., right at the easternmost part of the city of San Diego.  I usually
take the trolley down to the convention center when the San Diego Comic
Convention is going on.  It is about a 30 minute trolley ride to the
convention center.  But there is a transfer station stop before it that is
literally right in front of Petco Park, which is only a 15 minute ride from
my house.  The trolley then travels down to the convention center and
through Seaport Village before circling back to its last stop at the same
transfer station once again.

   Now these set time tables only apply when there are not a lot of people
getting on or off.  The trolley stops at every stop regardless, but the
time it spends at the stop varies with the number of people getting on or
off.  Now the Padres might not be the greatest of baseball teams, but they
do still draw quite the crowd.  And most of them have known the horrors of
Down Town driving and parking, thus they take the trolley.

   So when the trolley doors opened in front of me, I stepped on, looked
around, and found that there was standing room only.  I just leaned against
the back wall next to the door and held on the grab bar as people surged
past me.  Giving a closer look to the rest of the people riding with me, as
the trolley started to move on to the next stop, I noticed that most of
them were dressed in Padres hats and shirts, There were quite a few
families heading to the watch the game, as well as guys sneaking drinks
from beer cans, and then the usual crazy dirty homeless types who are
always found on the trolley who give it the wonderful smell.  But there was
one exception to this typical crowd, a lovely youngish woman in business
dress, sitting in the aisle seat by the door right in front of me.  She had
a really disgusted and resentful look on her face.  It was pretty clear
that she was only on this trolley due to a dire need.  She looked down her
nose at everyone else on the car (me included), doing everything she could
to avoid getting near anyone.

   I watched her in amusement as we traveled to the next stop, which took
less than 5 minutes.  I had to push myself flat against the wall as the
doors opened once more and another flood of people poured past me.  The car
was getting more and more crowded.  But right as the doors were shutting I
saw an old woman hobbling her way towards the trolley.  I immediately
pushed the open door button, to the groans of everyone else on-board.  I
step through the door and helped the old woman up and into the trolley. 
She smiled and thanked me, then continued to hobble her way towards the
closest seat, stopping right in front of the woman in the business attire.
Looking down at the younger woman, the old lady sweetly asked, "Do you mind
giving up your seat for a poor old woman, dearie?  My legs are not what
they used to be, and I am afraid I cannot stay on my feet all the way to my
stop."

   The business woman just acted as if she could not hear the old woman. 
This really pissed me off.  Stepping forward I cleared my throat and tapped
her on the shoulder.  When she looked up I glared and said, "Do you mind
giving up your seat for someone who needs it far more than you?"

   She rolled her eyes and huffed, but finally stood up and allowed the
older woman sit down.  By this time the trolley started moving, causing her
to stumble towards me.  Catching her in my arms, I feel her wonderful
breasts crush into my chest.  Once we were both steadied and able to move,
she glared up at me and shoved me back against the wall.  The lack of open
space forced her to stand behind her old seat, right on the other side of
the door from me.  Her glares died down as did everything in her power to
ignore me.

   This gave me the opportunity to look her over better.  I am no expert on
women's clothing (Or any clothing for that matter), but I saw that she was
wearing a black skirt that just came down to her knees.  It appeared that
she had on stockings or pantyhose; I am not sure how to tell the difference
really.  For a top she was wearing a black suit jacket opened enough to see
a white blouse with black vertical lines running down the wavy frills
coming out, which of course framed her very nice bosom.  When she had
bumped into me earlier I could feel that her wardrobe was all made of silk,
very smooth and pleasant to the touch.  She appeared to be older then I,
but not by much.  She was probably in her late 20s or even early 30s.  Her
straight dark brown hair came down to her shoulders.  Her eyes appeared to
be a light blue or greyish in color that just radiated disdain and
loathing. And like I said before, she had a very nice and ample set of
breasts with a nice ass to bottom it all off.

   I was so lost in studying her that I failed to pay attention for the
next stop.  Suddenly the castle gates were breached and a horde of baseball
loving barbarians invaded our trolley car.  I was shoved out of the way,
stumbling towards the bitchy business beauty.  I threw my hands out to
catch myself, and what do you know, my right hand landed right on her
breast.  Righting myself I looked up sheepishly, trying to pull my hand
away, but people kept shoving my arm forward into her, creating a fondling
like motion.  The unintentional, uncalled for, and uncontrolled fondling
managed to pull her suit jacket out of the way, creating a nice frame for
the artistic masterpieces that were her breasts.  When the in-pouring
halted, I pulled my hand away and tried to apologize.

   An even more disgusted and angry look then she had given me before came
over her face as she pushed me away and tried to back away towards the
door. Trying to yell a warning, I was too late.  Before she could step out
of the trolley the door slammed shut.  Startled, she tried to jump forward
only to find that her skirt is trapped by the door.  The trolley was on the
move faster than either of us to reach the door open button.

   I watched her yanking at the skirt trying to pull it free of the door.
Maneuvering my way through all the people to get to her, I tried to help
her out.  At the exact same moment I made the final step towards her,
reaching out to try and help her pull, I heard a ripping sound followed by
her body suddenly flying forward, knocking right into me.  My arms had down
reaching for her skirt, so consequently in order to grab hold of her and
keep us both from falling, my hands latched tightly onto what I found to be
a silk panty encased ass.  The momentum that kept our bodies traveling
towards each other and the actions of my ungoverned groping hands combined
forces in causing her crotch grind into mine, as I embraced her to me.

   Wearing a very old pair of comfortable shorts, which were barely holding
together on a string, the extremely loose waste-band button did not stand a
chance.  I saw it rolling on the floor laughing at me in no time.  Having
an attractive woman grinding against me did not just have an adverse affect
on my clothing; my cock was hard as a rock in same time it took my
traitorous button to make his escape.

   Since we were about the same height I looked into her eyes and nervously
asked, "Are you alright?"

   Completely thunderstruck by the fast paced turn of events she whispered
out a "yes" before she fully understood what had happened.

   Letting go of her ass I tried to enlarge the gap between us.  Yet as I
pulled my crotch away from hers, I noticed that her silk panties pulled
with me.  I realized that they either had madly fallen in love with my
threadbare old shorts or they must have somehow gotten caught in the
zipper.

   She noticed me looking down, and finally discovered the true nature of
her predicament.  Blushing profusely, she tried to pull away and cover
herself.

   Whispering "wait!" I clutched the crotch of her panties and tried to
work them out of my zipper.  As you can imagine my hand accidentally rubbed
against what lies within said panties.  This brought me in contact with the
wetness that was seeping out of her womanly crevasse.  Highly embarrassed
for the both of us, I fumbled even harder, pulling at the zipper with all
my strength.  But with my luck I heard another rip as the zipper pulls free
from the teeth.  The only thing left in my grasp is the now broken zipper
and a large portion of silky material.  I only had enough time to see where
the material in my hand had once been now contained a large hole in the
front of the woman's panties, before the trolley rounded a turn, jostling
the two of us back into each other.

   The two of us having nothing to hold onto, clung to each other.  My
hands too busy trying to keep us both upright; my mutinous shorts joined
their comrade button in falling to the ground around my ankles.  All this
physical contact and excitement had my cock pointing out of the fly of my
boxers.  And with our crotches already in such close proximity and our
genitalia free to breath in the disgustingly stale air, it did not take
long for my cock to find its way into the newly formed hole in her panties.
She gave a loud gasp as my cock hydroplaned across the moistness clinging
to her outer lips.  The people around us crowd closer, giving us no room to
separate.  Our naked sexual organs stroke against each other with the
rocking motion of the moving trolley car, each bump working my cock closer
and closer to her feminine opening.  Her wetness leaked over my cock
lubricating it and making the inevitable all the easier.  It was no real
surprise that as the trolley comes to the next stop my cock found its way
into the place it had been perfectly designed by eons of evolution.

   Not knowing what to do, I just stood there as motionless as possible,
while she clung to me.  Waves of people wash over the trolley car.  I would
not have been able to push us apart if I had wanted to; so many people were
packed tightly into this close space.  We must have reached the maximum
capacity long ago, if the fire marshal ever found out about this, the San
Diego Trolley system would have been in deep shit.  But he was probably in
the car himself, on the way to the Padres game; everyone in San Diego
seemed to be.  Somehow the door managed to shut and for us to be off once
more.

   Her head lay on my chest, muffling her moans, as we were pushed, bumped,
jostled, and shoved against each other.  Keeping perfectly still, I tried
with all the fibers of my being not to start thrusting away into her. 
Searching for any distraction, I glance around us.  No one had seemed to
notice the predicament we were in, until I felt a pinch on my ass.  Looking
back I noticed the old lady grinning at me, her eyes sparkling.  I smiled
back at her self-consciously, feeling the business woman slowly start to
hump against me of her own accord.  Her movements added with the rocking of
the car and the constant press of other people had me gritting my teeth,
trying to think of anything to stop myself from ejaculating inside this
sheer stranger.

   "I did not even know her name!" was the only thing I could manage to
think.  Looking out the window I am glad to see that we are getting close
to the ballpark stop, I just needed to hold out a little longer.

   But just like with everything else that had happened on this very
strange day, the Fates had a different plan.  My unplanned sex partner
suddenly grabbed hold of me tighter, panting into my shirt.  Her thrusting
motions became faster and more desperate.  My shirt was not up to the task
of stifling one final moan, as I experienced her vaginal muscles milking my
cock tightly and a gush of her lubricant wash over it.  There was no way
for me to hold out against such sexual tortures, it heaved me
unceremoniously over the edge.  My semen barreled out of my cock and
charged valiantly into her waiting womb.  Both of our legs went weak, the
only thing that held us up was the claustrophobic crush of everyone else on
the trolley car.

   Coming to a complete stop, she lazily lifted her head to stare into my
eyes.  The doors opened and we are a lone island of stillness as a storm of
human bodies roars past us.  Staring into each other's eyes, reading the
soul behind them, she finally pulled my head in for a kiss.  When the
downpour of people turned into a trickle and there is no one left but the
two of us the kiss naturally found its conclusion.  Sliding apart, but not
losing eye contact, she reached down to find her purse and while picking up
what was left of her skirt.

   She broke the silence, her voice as beautiful as the rest of her, "That
was amazing.  I have never climaxed so hard in my life!  I love the way you
just took me like that, by force.  I have been looking for a man who knows
what he wants and takes it.  You really put me in my place and showed me
who was in control." Digging through her purse she pulled out a card and
handed it to me.  Kissing me on the cheek, she whispered into my ear, "You
better fucking call me." With that she rushed off and into the crowd.

   Standing there, absolutely flabbergasted, with my shorts around my
ankles and my dripping cock hanging out of my boxers, I wondered what the
fuck had just happened.  I am snapped out of my ponderings when I heard a
noise behind me.  I glanced back to see the old lady shuffling towards the
doors.  After pushing the button to keep the door open I bent down to pick
up my shorts.  Taking the old lady's arm, I help the lady out of the
trolley car.  We both silently head off towards the baseball park.