Tracer's on a Train (Patreon)

You were tense, nervous. It was almost impossible to believe, but you’d managed to win the “Date with Tracer” contest. Even though it was a random drawing, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by your good fortune. Of course, D.va was the most popular of the women of Overwatch, and most of the pervy internet boards were devoted to her, so it’s possible you only won because there were relatively few entries… Nah.
 

Despite what they say, the horny internet dudes would jump at the chance to have the attention of any of these gorgeous young ladies. D.va had the young-and-cute appeal, but Tracer was something else. Her cute face with the high cheekbones, upturned nose, and pouty lips gave her quite the impressive good looks, and her spunky high-spirited can-do attitude coupled with that cute little Cockney accent of hers gave her an irresistible charm. But of course, the thing that her apart, that bumped her up to a perfect ten out of ten in your eyes was her magnificent, wide-set, curvaceous, gloriously thick, orange-spandex covered ASS that you’d spent so many nights diddling yourself to while staring at on your computer screen. Just thinking about those perky, supple cheeks for that brief moment caused you to feel a tiny wiggle in your trousers. No straight guy would pass up the opportunity to date her. And YOU were about to, sorta.
 

It was also surreal that once you’d won the contest, Tracer herself called you to make the arrangements. Hearing her cute accent address you directly was unreal enough, but the fact that she wanted you to meet her at a subway station was another bizarre piece of this puzzle.
 

“’Ello, lad!” said a familiar British accent behind you. You turned, and it was her. Tracer herself, who you’d spent years idolizing, and not to mention sexually objectifying, was staring you in the face with a smile you’d die to protect. “No time fer a chat right now, we’re gonna miss the train!”
 

She took your hand, and began leading you to the platform in a rush.  In that moment, your heart skipped a beat. Tracer was holding your hand. In that moment, you made a promise to yourself not to be one of those guys. You know, getting too into her personal space or asking over-the-line questions just for the sake of sexual gratification. You were gonna be a gentleman and treat her with the dignity she deserved.
 

The train you’d been waiting for pulled into the terminal. As you boarded the train car, you realized a problem: it was packed. Well, there was enough space in there for the two of you, but you were gonna have to stand much, much closer to her than you’d intended to.
 

You intended to let her go first, as a gentleman would. But when she made an ‘after you’ gesture and had a bunch more people waiting to get on, you didn’t have much of a choice but to go first. Once on, you turned back towards the door. Tracer herself stepped on the train and did the same. As the other passengers boarded, she took a step back to let them by, pushing up against you as a result, and the unthinkable happened: her absolute unit of an ass was pressed right up against your crotch. Were it not for a few thin layers of fabric, your penis would be resting against her supple ass-flesh.
 

Just breathe, you told yourself. Just breathe and it’ll be over in a second. She’s just squeezing up against you to let the other people by… You just had to go the next two or three seconds without thinking about the perfect, goddess-like posterior that was rubbing against you, without thinking about your stiffy being warmly nestled between those two perfect buns… Dammit, you were doing it, and getting hard as a result. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice, after all it was just another second she’d be pressed up against you…  

But as more and more passengers boarded, you had a sinking realization that the train was basically packed. There was basically no room for anyone else. And that meant one thing: Your boner would be pressed against her ass for the entire ride.
 

Tracer twisted her neck to face you, looking over her shoulder. A mischievous grin adorned her face. She made sure eye contact was established, then moved her eye-line downward, towards where the two of us were making contact.
 

“You, er, having a good time there, lad?” She asked you knowingly. She knew. You turned a vibrant shade of red. She leans over and places her mouth right next to your ear, so only you could hear her.
 

“Yer little trouser snake there seems to fancy me bum, eh?” She teasingly whispered. “Emphasis on ‘little’, mate… More of a trouser worm than a snake. Size an’ shape are coming through with total clarity, lad.”
 

It felt like your whole body was blushing. You were on a date with the woman of your dreams, and you had your erection pressed firmly against her ass, and yet you’d never been more humiliated in your entire life.

Just as you were coming up with a way to make this any less humiliating, the train went over a slight bump. Sure enough, the mild friction this jolt caused between your boner and Tracer’s rear end provided just enough stimulation for you to fire off a miniature load in your underpants. Reflexively, you grab onto Tracer’s hips and let out a very effeminate squeal.  

You weren’t sure if Tracer felt the moisture from your load, or just read your body language, but she let out another giggle. “Bloody ‘ell, lad, you ain’t even bought me dinner first! Ha!” She teased in your ear again. “Usually I’m the fastest trigger on the team, but you got me beat!”