The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III

... and the crowd shifted. A woman near me moved slightly to adjust her hold on the overhead bar, bumping against me and forcing me to move so my boss’s shoulder was now pressed against the front outside of my thigh. She was barely an inch from my hard on that was about to tent my slacks. I pushed backwards slightly and felt my arm pressing against the breasts of the woman next to me. Not helpful!

Megan leaned forward slightly to reach into her bag for her laptop. As she leaned back into her seat, her shoulder brushed the tip of my cock.

I swallowed hard and started calculating batting averages for the local MLB team. I had to think of anything except my boss’s body.

Megan didn’t seem to have noticed, and had her laptop open, typing away. I closed my eyes.

“I think I want to change our presentation for Friday,” she said. “What do you think of this?”

I looked down at the computer screen and nodded. Without even trying, my eyes wandered back to the gap in her blouse. Was it getting wider? I could definitely see her nipple.

“Stop!” I screamed at myself in my head.

The train slowed and even more people poured in. I had to adjust my position again. My half-erect cock was now only a couple inches from my boss’s shoulder. If anyone moved…

The train hit a bump, and a passenger behind me shifted, pushing me next to Megan. My semi-hard cock was pressed against her shoulder. I tried to shift backwards, but to no avail.

My boss seemed to take no notice, still ...

... typing away at the computer.

I wanted to move, I wanted to pull away, I wanted to get the hell out of there, but I was trapped.

Not helping the situation, the train swayed gently as it moved down the tracks. That motion caused my cock to rub against Megan’s shoulder.

She blithely kept flipping through her slide deck on her laptop, making tweaks here and there, seemingly not even noticing my meat pressing against her shoulder. There was no way she couldn’t not know that my cock was against her upper arm.

“That’s better,” she said. Flipping the laptop closed and returning it to her case. When she leaned back in her seat, she pressed my cock partially between her shoulder and the seat back.

I stifled a groan. My slacks were now undeniably tented and partially squeezed between my boss’s shoulder and the seat. I looked down. Her blouse was gapped widely, and I could clearly see the cute little suckable nipple inside her bra cup. And as the train slowly rocked, she rocked with it, squeezing my cock with each motion.

I had no idea what to do. There was nothing I could do. My boss was giving me a...a...what would you call this? A shoulder job? What the fuck…?

The train slowed. We were moving out of the city center. I hoped the train would start to empty soon, so I could move the fuck away and get my dignity back.

No such luck. More people poured in. My cock stayed wedged between my boss’s shoulder and the seat. The train swayed and my cock throbbed. I closed my ...