The Unexpected Encounter on the Train :

The Unexpected Encounter on the Train


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About a month ago, I experienced an incident on public transport, and I would like to write about it. That day, I was having dinner with a male acquaintance and was slightly tipsy when I boarded the train home. I was wearing shorts, knee-high socks, and a tank top. Unusually, I was wearing stilettos that day. Perhaps it was because we had been discussing some exciting topics during dinner that made my heart race. Normally, I would reject any unwanted advances, but I found myself not doing so this time. I was waiting on the platform to board the express train. A middle-aged man stood right behind me. He was standing closer than necessary, which made me feel uneasy, but he was wearing a suit and seemed quite presentable, so I thought it might just be my imagination and tried not to think too much about it. The train arrived, and I boarded the crowded express train, swaying slightly due to my heels and the alcohol, waiting for the train to depart. The handrails were occupied by others, so I occasionally leaned against nearby passengers. Suddenly, I felt something against my backside. It had been a while since I had been on such a crowded train, so I initially thought it was just an accidental touch. However, something felt off. A fist was being pressed into the space just below my backside, moving in sync with the train's motion. The train was so packed that I couldn't turn around. I thought I could endure it until the next stop, so I left it as it was. Perhaps that was my mistake. The fist continued to press against the base of my legs, and a finger (I think) extended to stimulate me inappropriately. I felt breath on my ear. I was shocked and did nothing. I planned to escape as soon as we reached the next station. When the train stopped, I tried to blend in with the people getting off to escape, but since the door on the side where the man was standing opened, I couldn't escape. Instead, I was pushed by the exiting passengers, ending up face-to-face with the man as the train departed. The man was the businessman who had stood behind me on the platform. I was embarrassed by my inability to resist and stood with my head down. The man leaned slightly forward, breathing on my ear, and pressed the back of his hand between my legs. I didn't know how to resist. I tried twisting my body occasionally, but it was ineffective. The man hooked his finger into the belt loop of my shorts, pulling me closer. People around were really indifferent. The man next to me, who was playing on a handheld console, must have noticed but didn't even glance my way. The man's body pressed against mine. He unzipped the front of my shorts and slipped his hand inside. Unable to maintain my balance, I had no choice but to lean against him. Overwhelmed by the situation and my own excitement, I stopped resisting and let him do as he pleased. His fingers continued to stimulate me over my underwear. The combination of the stimulation and the situation made me wet. The man must have noticed. He tried to touch me directly by moving my underwear aside, but it seemed difficult through the zipper gap. He forcibly inserted his fingers through the gap in my underwear to touch me directly. At that moment, I was scared and embarrassed, almost to the point of tears. But as he continued to touch me, I started to feel good and leaned against him until I reached my stop. When I arrived at my station, I snapped back to reality, worried that others might have noticed or recognized me, and hurriedly got off the train and went home. Needless to say, I ended up thinking about the incident and pleasuring myself after returning home. I wondered why I felt pleasure from something that should have been frightening.

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