Episode 1: The Awakening

That morning, I woke up sweating. I wasn't sure why, especially since it was the middle of winter. The heater was off; I wasn't sick, so it wasn't a fever, but my whole body felt like it was burning. I'd never felt like that before, and when I looked inside my underwear, it was a complete mess. I'm not sure what happened that night while I was sleeping, but it was time to get ready for work, and I was already late.

I wore my long, tight grey skirt with a slit and a white blouse that showed a bit of cleavage. I put on my favorite thong, pale rose, sitting high on my hips perfectly. I didn't feel like wearing heels that day, but my black platforms were perfect for the outfit.

The subway was packed, and at some point, I felt something hard on my back. I wasn't sure what it was, and when I turned around to complain, I saw that the guy who was pushing me against the door looked so embarrassed. To be honest, he didn't really have a choice; there wasn't any space left between us. He couldn't avoid rubbing against my butt with every jolt of the subway.

It was my first job, and I had to get there on time, so I didn't want to spend any minute fighting about some nonsense. Besides, I felt a little bad for him. He didn't look like a pervert; he looked genuinely embarrassed.

Each jolt of the subway pressed me against him, and I could feel him growing harder. I could see the despair in his eyes because he couldn't control it or make it stop. His short, curly hair did nothing to hide the contradictions written all over his face. He obviously liked my body, but he knew it wasn't right to feel that way in a public space.

I wasn't trying to arouse him, but even though I'm small, my butt has always been big, it's not like I could hide it. Just like I couldn't hide how red my face was getting, he was making me blush.

In between my legs, I could feel something aching and pulsating while making my favorite thongs wet. I couldn't control what I was feeling, even though I knew it wasn't right. I was getting agitated, my breath was getting faster, and I got this urge to rub my nipples with the subway car door. It was so wrong, but that soft rub when the car was moving made them a little bit harder, and my legs would shiver a bit more. One by one, my thoughts slipped away, leaving my head empty of any rational idea. At some point, I could only think about what my body was demanding with such insistence.

I was almost completely gone when my eyes locked with his, and in that moment, I couldn't control myself any longer. I pushed my hips back as I kept looking into his shy but hungry eyes. I couldn't believe I did that; it was like something else took over my body and brain. Making him all flustered gave me a sensation I didn't know before that day.

We were caught up in this private game when another guy next to me gave me a nervous look, too. He was looking at my cleavage. My boobs were pressed against the door and with the movement you could see them bouncing. Besides, my nipples were so hard that it was impossible not to get distracted by them. I almost wanted to apologize to him for looking like such a mess in public and for getting him excited, too. This man was older than me, and the look in his eyes was not innocent; it was the look of a man who was taking off my clothes in his head, those men who would happily pleasure themselves later while imagining doing all sorts of things to your body.

I should have been disgusted by the idea, but I wanted him to think about me later, hopefully when he was stuck at work, sitting at his desk, unable to focus on anything except the image of my small body and my flushed, aroused face. Leaking into his boxers because he couldn't satisfy what his body was demanding, unable to release all the tension that had built up just by looking at me. I wanted him to think all day about lifting my skirt and pleasuring himself with the tight, slick toy I was hiding between my legs.

I didn't know why, but suddenly I felt this urge to open my mouth, like I needed to lick and suck something long and hard. I had so much saliva I could've drooled right there if I'd left my mouth open. I was so desperate, I didn't know what was happening to me, but my mouth wasn't the only place that needed to be filled with something.

I never thought all this was going to happen on my first day commuting to work. Getting hungry looks from two guys while I was pressed against the subway car door, boobs bouncing, face flushed, panties soaked, and a desperate expression from being packed so tightly in that hot subway car.

I got to my station, and it took me a while to realize I had to get down. It was like my brain was shut off, completely melted, thinking of nothing but these two men and how they made my whole body shiver.

I got to my office building but had to take a minute to put myself together and not think about the whole subway situation.

What I didn't know was that something had awakened inside me that day, and I was never going to be the same.