This day was the usual spring event,
a welcome party for new employees and those who had transferred,
so I was on a later train than usual.
On a normal weekday, this time wouldn't be so crowded,
but since it was the weekend, it was as packed as the morning rush hour.
And then!
As expected, I encountered him. The usual groper on the crowded train!
Maybe it was because the chiffon skirt I had just bought looked easy to touch,
or maybe I was giving off a vibe that I wanted to be touched,
but as soon as I got on the train, he grabbed my panties with force.
He then wrapped his hand around my waist, guiding me to a position that was easy for him to touch.
That's fine. The commuter train is a once-in-a-lifetime encounter. Feel free to touch me as much as you want.
But if you don't make me feel good,
I'll shout, "This man is a groper!" (though that's a lie).
It's about 10 minutes until the big station where a lot of people get off.
If the person is hesitant, we'll arrive before I can feel good.
Since this person was bold from the start, I thought it might be a good feeling.
Soon after the train started, his fingers slipped in from the side of my panties.
With rising anticipation, I was already feeling a bit wet.
However, this groper, with his fingers now wet,
unexpectedly inserted them into my rear hole.
Not there! Do it in the front, in the front! I thought,
but well, I don't dislike this either.
Being groped on the train and feeling embarrassed because someone is fingering my rear hole,
it's kind of a nice situation. Maybe I'm an M.
The groper started moving his finger in and out of my rear hole like a piston.
I was barely able to stand as I started feeling good.
My panties were already soaking wet.
But. While I was thinking calmly that I should wipe myself in the restroom when I get to the station,
the groper suddenly bent the finger he had in my rear hole,
and pulled it sharply towards himself.
It felt like I was being hung by my rear hole.
It was sudden, really sudden (_)
I almost stood on tiptoe,
and I had to stifle a scream, "It's tearing!"
Then he inserted two fingers into my now widened rear hole.
This was tough. It was painful.
But the situation of being treated like this made me feel something.
It's not good. I'm becoming a complete pervert.
The next station was approaching. Even I thought of changing my position.
Because, who wants to be a girl with a loose rear hole? (laugh)
However, when we arrived at the station, the groper bent his fingers in my rear hole again,
and pulled me towards him.
I couldn't move.
If I moved, it would tear (laugh).
From there, I was completely at his mercy.
Thanks to him, my rear hurt until about Sunday (T_T)
The groper got off at the big station.
He was wearing a gray suit, looking like an ordinary office worker.
I stayed on the train as I had one more station to go.
There are gropers who follow you afterwards. It's quite a hassle to shake them off (laugh).
So, it's quite a relief when they say goodbye cleanly.
Or so I thought, but then he came running back on the platform!
It's just a guess,
but he probably intended to follow me or talk to me after getting off,
but when he didn't see me, he panicked and started looking for me.
Just as he was about to reach the front car, the doors closed mercilessly.
Through the window, the groper looked at me with a frustrated expression.
Too bad for you (^^)/
It's divine punishment for forcibly widening someone's rear hole.
