There was thread in another forum about touching strangers, that brought to mind an episode from my past.
I was in my teens and on the way to work via the London Underground.
The Tube always gets gets crowded at rush hours, but the Central Line is one of the worst. People are literally packed in like sardines, often unable to move even their arms because it's so crowded.
The greatest problem in such a confined space, if you're a young guy, is managing your hard-ons  . Crammed in, with bodies, boobs, bums and thighs pushing against you, I'm afraid that at that age nature takes over and you get aroused. The trick is to manoeuvre your hips so that your stiffy points somewhere neutral, like a small space between two bodies.
It can be very, very difficult at times, and the potential for embarrassment, not to mention outrage and accusations of sexual assault, is huge.
Packed in one day, my mind was elsewhere when I realised that my morning hard-on was firmly pressing against the bottom of the woman in front of me. I couldn't see her face, but I'd guess she was in her 30s/40s.
Horrified, I quickly pulled my hips back and stood at a very odd angle to avoid contact. She, in turn, moved slightly backwards, so that her bum was once again pressing on my groin.
I couldn't turn my body left or right because of the crowding, but I was crimson, certain that she was about to scream or slap my face.
The train pulled in a station and a few people got off, giving me the chance to move back once more, this time resting my back against the carriage's end door. More people got on, making it even more crowded, and the woman in front moved back to make room and again she came to rest against my hard-on.
And never moved from it. I was pinned against the door, but she had a little room to move forward if she wished. But instead she leaned herself against me, her body resting on mine, and her bum pressed firmly against my hardness.
I was terrified that she was going to suddenly accuse me, but at the same time, being an 18 year old, of course I was hugely turned on. So much so that I pressed back against her.
And that was our journey - her bum pressed hard against my rock hard cock, and me pressing back as firmly as I dared. Eventually, after 10 minutes or so, it was my stop. Space was so tight that I really couldn't help rubbing myself against her as I moved to get off. Once off, I turned back to catch a glimpse of her, but she was obscured by other passengers..
I've would never touch a strange woman, stroke her, pinch her bum etc - it's just too creepy. But that morning's journey has stayed with me for a quarter of a century.
Anyone else, particularly women, had a similar encounter in a tight space?
(and real stories please  - that time you were stuck in the closed train carriage with the Swedish Women's u-21 netball squad doesn't count!)
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