For a moment she worried that she was being nudged up so tight that she would actually be pressed up against someone, but, to her relief, a guy offered her his seat, which she accepted gratefully. She sank into the seat and placed her bag on her lap, feeling as the wall of bodies pressed in around her leaving her surrounded, trapped and glad that she was in no way claustrophobic. She heard the beep signifying the doors were about to close, then heard their laboured efforts as they eventually slid shut. With a sigh she leaned back and tried not to think about her situation, knowing tight it wouldn’t help her. The mystery would resolve itself, she hoped, as she at least had no doubts the world's best and asian brightest were working on a solution. The train started to move along it old route and she felt the familiar motions of the train as it worked its way forward. The motions were like a gentle, constant vibration with a slight but rhythmic bouncing mixed in for seemingly good measure. Jenna’s eyes opened as she felt it, once again demanding her attention, the consistent sensations waking her new member once again, rousing it from its cold shower induced slumber. “Oh not now…” She whispered to herself, an edge of desperation to her voice as she pressed her bag down against it as if trying to quash it. To her surprise, albeit an unpleasant one, the pressure seemed to only exacerbate the problem which was becoming more and more apparent. With a desperate glance around her as the sensations began to build, her cheeks flushing, she was at least pleased to see that no one was watching her, all off in their own little world, eyes glued to their phones and blissfully unaware of her problem. The constant bouncing of the train sent little sparks of pleasure arcing through her now hard cock which she held, pressed between her legs by her bag and held in place by her thighs. The sensations were unlike anything she had ever experienced, the sensation of pleasure, however familiar to her, was presenting itself in a completely new way, more demanding in its desire to be explored. Unfortunately for Jenna, all the willpower in the world couldn’t stop her from giving her cock what it wanted as she realised her error in taking the subway, and even worse in sitting down. She may as well have been sat on the edge of a washing machine for all the vibrations she was feeling, and this time she had no cold water with which to douse the fire. For a moment an idea struck her, if she stood up, offered up her seat, the vibrations would dwindle, but just as she parted her lips, cheeks flushed to speak out to someone standing just before her, she realised that standing up as she did now would present an entirely different though all the more attention-grabbing problem that she was equally unprepared to deal with, the inevitable tenting. Swallowing as the depth of the problem settled onto her she sank back into her seat, feeling the constant, unavoidable vibrations as they traveled up the length of her new and sensitive cock. She tried everything she could to think of to try and abate the steely length between her thighs but nothing seemed to work. She tried pressing her thighs in together around the veiny length, but the silky warmth of her skinny thighs only served to enhance the pleasure she felt, she tried parting her thighs softly, but without the cushioning of her thighs, the persistent rhythmic vibrations were all the more apparent to her. She bit her lip to stop herself from letting out a gentle little moan as her cock twitched and throbbed, the sensations unrelenting as she struggled, fruitlessly, to try and suppress them. She closed her eyes and bowed her head, pressing her bag down over the swelling of her skirt to try and at the very least keep her distress hidden, but even the slightest pressure only enhanced the pleasure echoing big up and down her steely shaft. "O-oh gods..." She whispered almost silently to herself as she felt the persistent movements drive her pleasure onwards and upwards. The sensations were so diverse and different compared to what she had experienced in the past, less focused and intense on a single spot as had been the case, but spread out instead across an entire thick girthy shaft with the epicentre of pleasure being the ruby red tip she knew she had clamped between her thighs. The trains movements were unrelenting and time lost meaning to Jenna as she tried to keep quiet and look normal. She knew her stop was only ten minutes away, but deep down she knew she wouldn't last that long, she was trapped here by its obvious size and her inability to hide it standing, all she could do was try and mask the inevitable. Her breathing came in short controlled breathes, her mind alight with sparks of pleasure that seemed to radiate with the thrumming of japanese the train up and down her spine and she could taste her own waxy lipstick as she chewed her lip in desperation for relief. She got one moments pause, then two as the train pulled into two different stops along her line and each time did something cruel to her. As she drew close to the new, intense climax she knew was coming, each time she could just about feel the wave of her new bodies cock cresting, the train would slow to a halt, denying her the release, teetering her on the edge which only served to make the next build up more and more intense and even more difficult to hide. She was on the final stretch now, the train on its rattling tracks towards her own stop, where, like it or not, japan she'd have to get off to be in time for her unfortunate shift at work. "P-please..." She whispered to herself, almost doubled over as she doubtless drew a couple of glance, breathing harder than she should for an innocent commuter, her cheeks flushed a crimson red. 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