I am a 24-year-old civil servant.
Last week, I wore a tight skirt and got on the train, only to be harassed by a man from the morning.
By the time the train started moving, I could already feel a man's hand.
That hand slipped through the slit of my tight skirt and started groping my buttocks...
I was so embarrassed that I couldn't make a sound.
Taking advantage of that, the man's hand gradually moved forward.
(Ah, no, not there!)
I tried to resist, but I couldn't match the man's strength.
As he rubbed my clitoris, my vagina started to get wet...
(Ah! It feels good... No, no! I can't feel good from a harasser's fingers... But, my clit... my clit is feeling it on its own...)
As I was struggling with these thoughts, he whispered, "Are you feeling it?"
My vagina was so wet that it was noticeable even through my panties.
"Hey, you want me to touch you directly, don't you?"
I almost nodded at his words.
But the train arrived at the station, and he got off there.
I was frustrated, but I felt really good.
I even thought about riding the train without panties next time.
The next day, I went to the station restroom, took off my panties, and got on the train.
In the moderately crowded train, I took out 'The Story of O' from my bag.
Of course, without a book cover.
Even if you haven't read it, many people know what kind of story it is.
(What would people around me think of me reading such an erotic novel on the train...)
My exposed vagina under my skirt got even hotter.
While reading a scene where the heroine is tormented by men, I felt my erotic juices dripping down my thighs, making my inner thighs slippery.
I subtly rubbed my thighs together, adding stimulation to my vagina, while trying hard to control my breathing and prevent my hips from moving.
When I arrived at my station, I thought about masturbating in the restroom but decided to hold back.
On my way home, I pulled my nipples out of my bra and slid my camisole down further.
After confirming that no one was around, I unbuttoned my cardigan.
My distorted breasts were exposed.
Unable to resist, I pinched my nipples tightly.
My vagina was already a flood.
Even without looking in the mirror, I knew I had a lewd expression.
As I got closer to home, I buttoned one button of my cardigan and went inside.
That was my limit.
In front of the full-length mirror, I got on all fours and inserted a vibrator into my vagina.
I was about to climax in no time, so I held back (I'm greedy...), and first, I only inserted the head and stirred it around.
I wanted it deep inside so badly that I muttered, "No, my vagina! Give it to me deep inside..." while moving my hips vigorously, getting even more excited by my own reflection.
Finally, I thrust it deep inside and climaxed while shouting, "Ah, my vagina feels so good!"
I felt so much that I couldn't move for a while.
It seems I like being embarrassed and teased.
Next time, I want to subtly show my lewd selfie on the train.
As I write this, my vagina is getting wet again...
(No... I'm going to masturbate again...)
Slurp, squish.
Ah, vibrators feel so good...
No, my hand, my hand moving the vibrator won't stop...
