Crammed (open to one female)

shizzz

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OOC: looking for a descriptive female to jump in. I want to play with the idea of public scenarios where people are crammed together and all of the ways it can be colored. From a bus ride to a concert to an elevator. She works with him and they continually find themselves in situations with excessive close proximity contact. I am looking to have fun and lots of sex ;)


IC:

Lance was a tall broad shouldered man. His hair was short and dark, his eyes sharp and blue. His 200 pound frame was toned and firm. And he worked for it

Speaking of work he once again found himself, dressings in a standard business suit heading to work on a bus that was always crowded. Not chance of having space, he'll you were luck if there was breathing room.

The next stop came, there was the standard shift of people and then he felt something soft brush against his arm

He looked to his side and saw one of the girls from the office. Her full chest was sliding against his arm, soft and warm, as she squeezed in

Then she turned her head up and smiled at him
 
Sierra recently began looking forward to going to work, for one reason. Lance. She was recently single, and he was looking every bit as dashing as the man in her wet dreams. As a figure of speech. Mainly because she hadn't been with a man since she broke up, and it was that time of the month. That time when a woman ovulates and feels particularly worked up over a fine male specimen.

She hadn't exactly planned how she was going to say hello, but she did know that he would be on this bus, at this time. And likely in this spot. There was something about his predictability that turned her on. Though to be honest, anything and everything he did seemed to turn her on these days.

So when she stepped into the crowded bus, she spotted him instantly, and just moved towards him with the general crowd. With a bit of nudging she might just get a spot next to him...

...and then she got more than what she bargained for! In the final few steps she was literally shoved in his direction, and before she could move, one of her breast was pressing against his arm. And she had little room to manoeuvre out of this. She could only look up at him, and smile. She wondered if he would recognise her.

And, she wished she had worn something a little more revealing than a sweater!
 

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Lance smiled down at her

"Well how are you This morning. Your Serria right?" He said as he shifted trying to lift his hand to shake hers, however all that happened was he shifted. The shifting though resulted in his arm running back and forth over her breast. This was further worsened as the crowd shifted.

The shift twisted him and they now stood face to face, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, her hand trapped between their stomachs

"Gotta love this bus right" he soda with a chuckle
 
Sierra blushed when he called her by name. He remembered! But before she could recollect herself, the crowd shifted as the bus came to an abrupt stop. Damn these red lights, were her usual thoughts. Except this time, it brought her face to face with her crush. Or to be more exact, her breasts were now fully mashed onto his abdomen, considering that he was about a head taller than she was.

She tried to find some room as it was getting a little crammed, but realised that her hand was currently stuck between her bodies. And...was there something she felt at the front of his trousers?
 
Damn! Had her tits always been this big? How wondered a she felt the fully stiffed sweater crush against the muscles of his torso. His body throbbing at the sudden, and delightful shift of their predicament

Then he swallowed hard, realizing just where her hand was

"So I hear we are gonna be working closely on the new account" he said as his eyes shifted from her mashed chest not was spread so wide where it pressed into his silk shirt.

Just then the guy behind him bumped int his shoulder, shoving his own at up between their bodies. His hand slid along the outside swell of one if her massive breasts. His finger wiggling against the amazingly soft flesh. Was she even wearing a bra?
 
Sierra gasped. Twice.

The first was when Lance suddenly lunged forward, and his hand copped a firm feel around her full breast. It had been some time since she had felt someone touch her like that. If not for the fact that they were on a public bus, she would have reached for her other breast and played with herself. She knew how much it drove the men she dated crazy - large breasts and the propensity to play with them.

Now that Lance has felt her breast, he would probably know that she was for real - she was wearing just a thin-laced bra without any underwire. She had chosen comfort today, which also explained the sweater.

The second, was when she slightly lost her balance and she quickly grabbed the first thing she could get her hands on. Which, as luck would turn out, was the front of his trousers. Except that she didn't just end up tugging at the cloth, or his belt. She was practically holding on to his cock. And she gasped at how thick and long it felt.
 
The morning rose was crowded and bumpy. The last series of bouncing road had created quite a predicament

Sierra had his cock. And she hadn't let go?

He smiled again, feeling hernias freeze on a package he was quite proud of. Not only that, but through all of the shifting and jouncing he had managed to work his hand on between them. Trapped between himself and her tit. Her full, unbelievabley full, firm breast.

He grinned down at her as he gave the flesh a firm, yet gentle squeeze. The act was hidden from the world, because of how tight they were pressed together. Of course no one could see her hand on his rapidly stiffening cock either

"I do think that this morning ride could grow on me" he told her with a smile, and a squeeze
 
Sierra had never quite done something like this. Not this public! She furtively glanced around her, as there was a growing sense that people were watching them. Watching her. But noone was actually looking. The bus was way too crowded for anyone to spot anything, and everyone was just minding their own business, wishing that the bus ride would end as soon as possible.

Not her. Certainly not when Lance went from accidental brushes, to full-blown groping. She could barely contain herself, not to give away a moan that would betray her pleasure.

She thought about what she could do in return. She could now see the outline of his cock against the front of his trousers. And it was still growing. She began to trail her fingers softly along his cock. She wondered if she would do more than just that. She wondered if he might do more.

And just when her fingers stopped at the top of his zipper, the bus lurched, yet again, to a stop. And this time many of the passengers started to get off. And with that, their bodies parted suddenly!
 
He felt her hands slide up the outline of his khaki trapped cock, her fingers were fiddling at the top of his zipper. She was really I it this! He had expected her to slap him when he actually gave her breast a good squeeze.

He just couldn't help himself. He had been so busy with work for the last year trying to climb that corporate ladder that it had been almost 6 months sense he broke up with his girl, and before that they had been growing distant, so, maybe 9 months since he last had sex

Then Sierra was there. And she was really truly one of those girls that you had to be very very thankful if you got to be in the same room with her

But here she was, her body smashed against his. And he could control himself

But she hadn't minded. She was reciprocating!

And then they stopped at a large office building and a lot of people got off. And they weren't pressed so tight together. His hand dropped to his side.

"Well I guess it won't be long till we are at our building. We have that big meeting this morning. I'm sure that will be packed when our ceo introduces this new big client." He told her, just casually chatting as if nothing had happened. Except maybe that twinkle in his eyes and the slowly shrinking swell in his pants
 
By comparison, the rest of the bus ride was hardly eventful. When the bus pulled up at the bus stop right in front of the company office, Lance got off first, before Sierra stepped off the vehicle, wondering to herself what could have been. And also, what might be for the rest of the day.

The two walked at a slight distance from one another. They hadn't really known one another before this, and while it was a really intimate encounter on the bus, it would be really strange to seem suddenly chummy with one another.

Things got a little awkward as both of them waited at the lift lobby. She was heading up to the 33rd. He was on the 34th, if she could remember correctly. A lift came, and it filled up quickly - leaving the both of them outside. And for some reason, they both ended up deciding to wait for the next lift.

The next lift arrived shortly. And it was just the two of them. Lance held the door open for her to step in, to which she obliged, and thanked him politely. And once they were inside alone, Sierra could not wait for the lift door to close. And she felt this surge inside her.

Kiss him. The voice inside her said.

But before she could make her move, the lift door open, and a flustered colleague apologise profusely for holding up their lift. And then she rushed in, making some brief comments about how she was in a rush.

Sierra was kicking that colleague, and herself, in her mind.
 
It had taken him a good bit of time to get his blood, and his arousal, under control after the bus had lightened its load.

But he soon found himself
Moving closer or her on the elevator, just one side step at a time. But then the loft slowed, and they were soon not alone. But he couldn't help himself.

The new arrival was facing forward and he was beside her. He slowly lifted his hand up behind her and let his palm slide over her round ass

He gave it a slow hungry squeeze.
 
As Sierra felt his firm hand on her ass, she momentarily felt the blood rush from her face, as the fear of getting caught, caught up with her. And then, for the first time, she realised that there were mirrors all round in the lift!

Fortunately, as Sierra looked forward at her colleague in the mirror, she was frantically looking downward into her handbag, seemingly searching for something small.

Lance, as if seeing what she was seeing, gave her a playful second squeeze. The thrill of almost getting caught, made her extremely wet. A pleasant surprise for her.

She also realised that if she took half a step to her left, her colleague's own reflection may just be able to obscure the view that Lance had his hand on her ass.

And so she shifted slightly to her left, smiling to herself, knowing that Lance was probably sneaking glances at her. The only thing she regretted today was wearing a sweater and jeans.
 
He smiled, seeing the way that she reacted. And then he noticed her shift, turning slightly and stepping closer. To him it seemed though she was running against him. She had essentially shifted to stand in front of him a little more.

So he obliged himself, using both hands to squeeze her ass, kneading the firm flesh of a well exercised ass. Just as he did. The lift slowed and then occupant got off as the doors opened

He squeezed again in anticipation of letting his hands roam a little more freely.
 
Sierra, for once, was thankful that the lift moved this slowly in between floors that were actually close to one another. The mechanics somehow meant that it took as much as, if not more time to move from the 30th floor to the 33rd, as it did to move from ground to the 30th.

Nonetheless, Sierra knew they had limited time. And she wanted him to be sure that she wanted more. If not now, then at some point in time in the near future. But she wasn't about to let him get it so easily.

Positioning herself directly in front of him, she took a step back, and pushed back against the front of his crotch. She could feel his hardness press into the small of his back - the height difference showing. But he quickly obliged (who wouldn't), and bent his knees slightly so that he could feel the fullness of her ass against his growing erection instead.

Sierra looked up, and the lift had barely moved.

"Take down my number," Sierra said as she began to move her hips gently, grinding into him.

"2-1-2," Sierra felt him fumbling for his phone, but she did not slow down, while she continued to gyrate her pelvis, rubbing her butt cheeks against what must be the length of his cock.

"5-5-8," she switched to a circular motion now, reaching back to hold the side of his hip for support.

"7-7-4-8," she finished the 10 numbers just as the lift reached the 33rd, with a soft bell indicating that the lift door was about to open.

Sierra barely had enough time to disengage from Lance and stand up straight, and in one swift motion, strode confidently out of the lift, as if she never knew the man inside.
 
He smoked as she slid over in front of him, then stepped back. He felt her body press against his arousal, and he bent his knees so he could feel that pretty plump ass on his cock

And she obliged

She ground against him, seeming just as spellbound by his body as he was with her

She leaned her head back and her brown eyes caught his blues. And she began to give him her number

One hand dug jntonhainpocket to fish out his phone and put the numbers in. His other hand Ali's to her waist to pull her closer. But just as he put the last number in, the ride stopped

She left

"Fuck me" he said quietly under his breath, thankful no one got on to see his current state of distress.

Moments later he was on his floor, throwing out the usual good morning before stepping into his office

Moments later he was parisons his emails. He smiled when he saw the all hands on deck meeting

These were always crowded and he find himself wondering if he might bump into Sierra again. This could be fun. Who knew just how much good news was gonna come from this new contract!

He smiled as he began to text Sierra, letting her know where he would be standing at the all hands meeting. Hoping she might slip in front of him.
 
Sierra could not focus at all, even though she had the privacy of her desk. She ached to feel Lance's hardness against her again. No, she wanted to feel his hardness inside her. It has been some time, and this felt like the start of a crazy adventure that she would never have imagined.

If she was wearing one of her usual skirts, she would already have gone to look for Lance, just so that he could bend her over - anywhere at all: the photocopier, the pantry table, her desk, his desk - and just fuck her senseless.

But as she squirmed with the tight denim pressing against her pussy, she did begin to wonder what exactly she would be risking for this clandestine relationship that probably had no future.

And then she received a text from him, letting her know exactly where he would be in the meeting that was about to begin in 20 minutes.

What shall she do?
 
He headed down a little early, he wanted to make sure that he was going to be able to get where he had told her he would. So he sent out a quick email or two, business bullshit

Then he popped up and left his office. He headed down to the main conference room. Hopping in the elevator with a smile on his face and a spring in his step


A few minutes later he stepped into the large room. A few people were already there, and a smile and a nod he was headed to the back wall. There was a small book that got rather dark with shadows when the lights were turned down past anything other then fully on

He stood there whistling as he waited, dying to see if Sierra would show
 
Along the back wall, there was a small book [sic] that got rather dark with shadows when the lights were turned down past anything other then fully on...

Sierra looked at the text she had received from Lance, though it made little sense. The only thing she was certain about, was that he would be somewhere along the back of the room.

"A small book...shelf?" Sierra muttered to herself as she strode into the room. The size of the room was a reminder to her about the staff strength of this company. In a way, she loved the work here. This morning's encounter just made it a lot better.

Yup, it was a bookshelf. Sierra spotted Lance, who was looking down at his phone, though he looked up from time to time, as if trying to scan the room, looking for someone.

Only she knew that he was looking for her.

She was stuck with her blue sweater and jeans, but she did make a minor adjustment. An adjustment that she was certain Lance would love.

"Look what I left in my bag," Sierra texted as a caption to a photo she sent to Lance. It was, basically, her bra peeking out from inside.

She watched as he smiled at the text, and as he looked up, their eyes met briefly. Then rather nonchalantly, Sierra began to shuffle inconspicuously towards Lance.
 
His phone buzzed. And he smiled at the text

A picture of her bra, in her bag.

His cock throbbed at the idea. Just then he looked up and saw her begin his way. He played it cool and collected

"Hello Sierra, so good to see you again"
He told her as the room began to quickly fill up. And again he slipped in behind her, stepping back against the wall and holding her close.

His hands slid to her hips, and he let them rest there as the room filled

Once
The lights dimmed he let his fingers slip underneath the hem of her sweater, and he paused there reveling in the silky feel if her skin.
 
It wasn't a coincidence that Lance had picked this spot. While there were several others also standing against back of the room, the bookshelf separate the two of them from the rest. At least, in terms of line of sight. It gave them a bit of privacy.

But she had no doubt, that if anyone further up the room were to turn around at this moment to look back at them, it would be obvious what was going on. Lance's hands began to snake their way up from her waist, slowly along her abdomen, almost to the underside of her breasts. She could almost die from the anticipation.

Yet, Sierra quickly reached up and held his hands firmly from outside her sweater. It was her way of saying, "no".

Or rather, "not yet".

Because she took a firm step backwards, almost throwing both of them off balance. She wanted to feel his hardness against her once more.
 
He froze when he felt her hands on his. Unsure of what to do next he paused.

Then she shifted, pushing him back against the wall. He leaned into the wal, letting his legs part slightly, lowering his waist so that her plump round ass could grind on his groin, and he's legs weren't in her way

"Well pardon me miss. I'm sorry it's so crowded in here again" he whispered in her ear with a smile, just as he shifted his hips, so the thick rod that was his cock slid right between her ass cheeks.

The lights dimmed and their ceo stepped onto the stage.
 
Things were just starting off in the meeting, so Sierra was still looking around furtively, making sure that noone was watching.

In the meantime, while she wasn't prepared to make exaggerated movements, she wanted Lance to feel good. She could feel his hardness between her ass, and she clenched, and then unclenched her ass, squeezing slightly against his cock.

Her hand was still on his, in fact, gripping a little more tightly when he showed some movement upwards.

"Not yet," Sierra whispered, loud enough only for Lance to hear.
 
He leaned closer to her ear

"I've been thinking about them forever " he told her as his hand fought against hers. Not in a sincere battle, but he wanted her to feel just how bad he wanted them.

He grinned to himself, feeling her ass working his cock in ways he had not imagined. And so he ground back, letting one hand relinquish its persuit of her tit, and instead slipped down, plunging past her waistline, and drove between her thighs


"Now this is certainly less visible" he said as he cupped we denim clad loins
 
Sierra quickly reached down, this time stopping his other hand. She was enjoying this, her hands were being kept full, and she didn't know how long more she could resist his advances. There was one thing she was worried about - moaning too loudly!

She ground even harder into his cock, feeling his hardness growing. She wondered how it would feel like between her legs, his cockhead rubbing against her wet pussy, or even her ass.

"Wait for the first cheer," Sierra whispered, as she prepared to loosen her grip on both his hands.
 
His cock was
Quickly growing and so was his impatience as she asked him to wait.

He growled into her ear. "Fine" but in response he pressed his hips harder into her plump ass, grinding back into her as she leaned into him

The. The cheer went up, and one hands pulled free after the other

He groaned as his hand slid up over a soft prodigious tit that spilled out of his palm

"Fucking A Sierra how big are these girls?" He asked in her ear as his fingers slid over her rigid nipple and he gently squeezed the massive orb

His other hand delved between her thighs, gently squeezing so she could feel the pressure of his fingers through her jeans and on her hidden sex
 
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