Ah, the daily grind of a packed train!
I always have to commute during rush hour.
Every day, I find myself gasping for breath in this crowded carriage,
feeling like I'm about to be crushed.
And my university is quite far away.
The doors opened, and three or four more people got on.
'Why don't they just wait for the next train?' I thought to myself,
when suddenly, someone stepped on my foot.
"Ouch!" 'Come on, give me a break!' I looked up at the man in frustration.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the man quickly apologized to Emily (a pseudonym).
"Oh, it's okay..."
'...He's surprisingly handsome,'
I couldn't help but smile in response.
He looked to be in his late twenties, wearing a suit,
and he quickly turned away again.
Having recently broken up with my boyfriend,
I was secretly hoping for a new encounter.
Just as I was feeling a bit disappointed that he turned away,
another misfortune struck.
'Huh...!? What's this...?'
Something was softly touching my butt.
'No way... a groper!?' In this packed train, I couldn't tell whose hand it was.
It was my first time experiencing this, and I was losing my composure.
The groper's hand started to slowly massage my butt.
'What should I do... Someone, please notice!' I looked at the man in front of me.
'Why did you turn away, come on!'
In my agitation and frustration, I became emotional towards the man in the suit who didn't notice.
The groper then lifted my skirt slightly
and started touching my bare butt from the side of my panties.
'Stop...! Please stop...' I was so shaken that I couldn't move.
I heard the sound of someone inhaling deeply,
as if smelling my hair, from the man standing close behind me.
"Ah... you smell so good..." the groper whispered in my ear.
That breathy voice made me
involuntarily let out a sigh.
'Haa...' I wanted to turn around, but
I was afraid of drawing attention to myself in this situation.
The groper's hand gently slid up the inside of my thigh.
Though I looked mature, I was inexperienced and couldn't resist.
My heart was racing,
but the thrill of being groped was also exciting me.
'I want to see his face... What kind of person is he...?'
As I was thinking that, the groper's hand traced my slit over my panties.
His finger, in sync with the train's movements,
stimulated my clitoris through my panties.
'Mmm, haa...'
I accidentally let out a moan.
The groper's breathing also became heavier.
'Haa... Haa... Does it feel good?'
Involuntarily, I got excited by his lewd breathing.
I was desperately trying to suppress my own moans.
The groper then started rummaging
in his pocket behind me.
'Huh...?' The next moment!
'Viiiin' I heard the faint sound of a vibrator.
I was startled. In that moment,
the groper suddenly put his hand inside my panties,
spreading my slit open with his fingers.
Then, as if urging me to hurry, he rubbed the vibrator against my now wet area.
'Haa... Ah... Mmm' 'You're so wet... such a cute girl...'
I couldn't help but let out a moan.
It was embarrassing, but I was probably making a face of pleasure...
The groper's figure briefly reflected in the train window.
It was just a moment, but his sly, S-like eyes...
But thinking about being looked at with those eyes made me suddenly embarrassed,
and I felt my face flush red.
My eyes were moist, my mouth half-open... I was on the verge of climaxing,
and he seemed to be staring at me.
The sound of the vibrator... The suppressed breathing...
The groper's hand moved vigorously and mercilessly inside my skirt.
I was hiding it with my bag,
but lewd sounds were leaking behind the man in the suit.
'Squish, squish...'
Then the groper's finger finally entered me.
"Haa... Ah..." The groper teased my clitoris with the vibrator,
circling it around.
His finger was hitting my sweet spot so accurately and intensely
that I was drenched with love juices.
(Ah... If you go that fast...)
"Haa, haa... Mmm... Ah... Haa... Mmm..."
I clenched my legs and climaxed...
I was so weak that I could barely stand.
Even though I thought people around me might have noticed,
at this point...
I had already reached my peak and was basking in the afterglow.
The groper seemed unable to hold back any longer...
The hard thing that had been pressing against my butt... The groper unzipped his pants,
(No way, here...?)
The next moment, I didn't know what was happening.
The man in the suit who had been standing in front of me suddenly pulled me out of the train as the doors opened.
Then, the man in his late twenties casually said,
"Be careful!" and walked away from the platform.
I felt my face burning up.
I watched his retreating figure in a daze.
