Recently, I took the train for the first time to help out at a store in the city.
Unfortunately, the weather was bad and the train was delayed.
As I was feeling frustrated in the crowded train... someone grabbed my buttocks firmly.
(Could it be a molester?)
It had happened a few times when I was a student in uniform, but never since I became a working adult.
(Will they stop soon?) I thought and left it alone, but then I felt a hand on the other side as well.
(Could there be two of them?)
I was so shocked and embarrassed that I couldn't make a sound, and I clutched my bag tightly and endured it.
Then, the actions escalated, and a foot forced its way between my closed legs and spread them apart.
I had never regretted wearing a skirt so much in my life.
Multiple hands roamed over my exposed thighs.
I was so scared that I tried to signal the man in front of me with my eyes.
That was a mistake.
He immediately twisted his body and came closer to me, and just as I sighed in relief, thinking I was saved, a hand reached under my bag and rubbed my private area over my skirt, even though we were making eye contact.
I wanted to cry in despair, but I was too embarrassed to let anyone know I was being molested, so I buried my face in my bag.
I felt the sensation of my skirt being lifted from the front.
The molester's fingers hooked onto my now fully exposed pink underwear.
Of course, I tried to resist by wriggling my hips, but being grabbed from behind and having my legs spread apart rendered my movements meaningless.
(They're going to take them off!)
Just as I thought that and tensed my legs, my underwear was pulled in an unexpected direction...
The crotch, squeezed by thin fingers, slid into my private area, spreading and digging in.
The fabric dug into my sensitive parts, sending a tingling sensation through my entire body.
I tried to stand on tiptoe to escape, but my underwear was pulled up even higher, tormenting me with a throbbing sensation.
(If they pull any harder, they'll tear...)
Just as I thought that, an even greater tragedy occurred...
The fabric covering my buttocks was also wedged between my buttocks...
I'm not fat, but I have a rather wide pelvis...
To put it in numbers, it's an embarrassing 90 centimeters.
If my buttocks weren't so big, it wouldn't have wedged in.
The molester behind me kneaded my now fabric-free buttocks without hesitation, and I, who had started to feel it, let out an embarrassing fluid from my private area.
Every time they pulled up or loosened the fabric, I thought it might make a sound...
(Someone, please help...)
Just as I wished that, the train finally started moving.
(I'm saved! Now they'll leave...)
I soon realized how naive that thought was.
As the train shook, creating a gap between my bag and me, separate hands reached in from both sides.
In front of my eyes, they groped my breasts over my clothes...
Not satisfied with that, they soon slipped their hands under my clothes from my waist and directly pinched my nipples and groped my breasts.
More hands came from the front, and fingers entered my completely wet private area.
The stimulation from being molested by an unknown number of people was so intense that I thought I might lose my mind.
After passing one or two stations, the waves of pleasure grew stronger...
When the molester's fingers twisted inside me, my mind went blank, and my lower body released a lewd fluid.
My rationality had reached its limit.
With a strong submissive streak, I relaxed and let the molesters have their way with me.
One leg was lifted, my underwear was pulled aside, and I accepted the molester's thick member.
With intense thrusting, my mind went blank multiple times, and my thighs became soaking wet as I climaxed repeatedly.
When the crowd thinned out for a moment, I came to my senses...
My clothes were somewhat adjusted, but the unhooked bra, wet underwear, and the hot fluid inside me told me that what had just happened was not a dream.
I rushed to the restroom, washed myself with a bidet, and went to the store without wearing underwear, even though I was late.
I pretended to be calm and did my job, but when I got home, I couldn't stop thinking about it and did it over and over again.
