The green light accompanied the chime as the subtler click announced that the turnstile was unlocked for one person to pass through. Granted her entrance, Mallory strode through before pausing to securely tuck her subway pass into the inner pocket of her private school blazer. After two weeks of taking the train at the start of the school year, the ten year-old still felt like a grown-up every time she embarking on another solo commuter journey. She had just begun the fifth grade and was attending a different school now.
Arriving at the platform, Mallory turned right and strode to the far end where she would board the first car. When she first started doing this, she thought she could avoid one of the more crowded middle cars. But she found that this car also filled fairly full - just not as uncomfortably jammed as the middle ones. She might have tried the other end of the train to see if the last car was any lighter in load, but the first car always had her spot.
That was how she viewed it now. Just forward of the forward side doors, there was a stainless steel pole perhaps an inch in diameter that provided something stable to hold while she was standing. The pole helped support a higher horizontal pole that ran the length of the car, providing dangling handgrips for other standing passengers that were still slightly out of reach for the short-for-her-age Mallory. By the time she boarded, most of the seats were taken but she didn't mind standing since she spent most of her school days seated at her desk.
At first, she liked the spot because she could look through the windows of the front end doors and into the operator's car. After a few days, the simple controls in there and the forward view through the windshield had become commonplace. Then she discovered a new purpose in her spot.
The pole was a little loose where it was anchored to the floor and on the horizontal pole at the top, giving it had a tendency to vibrate. As the car filled, Mallory hugged herself to the pole with the thing positioned in the middle of her front. The pole consisted of three segments joined by two brackets. The lower bracket was right at Mallory's crotch height.
It was by accident, but the little girl had discovered the first frissons of sexual stimulation while hurtling through the subterranean depths of the city. Mallory quickly found it helped when she shifted a little to rub against the pole, delighting in the tiny shivers the action elicited in her still childish body. Her blonde hair, tied in a ponytail and reaching the small of her back, would gently sway with the combination of the train car's rocking and her careful maneuvering.
She had carefully looked around to see if anyone else noticed, but the other people were well-practiced in the art tuning out their immediate surroundings while packed at close quarters. And since Mallory was below eye level, her little masturbatory experimentation went unnoticed.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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