God bless the media, I was finally groped on the train

Off and on for years we've had occasional gropers on the trains but I never found one until today. God bless the media. A couple months ago a small local online paper ran a story warning with warmer weather and lightweight summer clothes women could be victimes of sexual offenders. It went on to say that the train has always been a groper playground. And it went on to list the trains that seemed to have more incidents than others in particular at rush hours. They suggested women wear whistles around their necks, yell fire rather than help and something about not being afraid to stomp their foot or knee them in the groin.

Ever since that story ran I've been taking 2 of those trains each week at peak rush hour. I've gotten on the most crowded cars, I've stood near the exits, I've held onto the bar above me leaving my entire left side vulnerable while I held something in my right arm so I couldn't push anybody away. I've worn loose tops, low waist shorter skirts, I've worn halter tops, tube tops, sheer tops and crop tops. Today I had on jeans and a loose crop peasant top of eyelet fabric with no bra.

I was about halfway through the ride just before the train car would start thinning out and I thought I felt somebody grab the pole next to me, right at my breast level. I was so exited and had to resist looking that way. As the train lurched forward, people jostled about and I leaned into the pole with my side. At first I wasn't sure if there was a hand there but then I felt him move it down a little so the bottom of my boob was pressed against his hand, my crop top hung just below. He moved his finger a little and I lightly pressed against him. Subtly at first he moved his hand slowly down until I was feeling his knuckles against my skin.

I stayed where I was and felt someone press up against my bottom. I still didn't move and he started spreading his fingers so they were closer to kind of holding the bottom of my boob. I leaned against his hand and he got more bold. He held my boob and began squeezing lightly and I was pretty sure than had to be him pressing against my ass. He moved his hand up and felt for my nipple. It was easy because my nipples were so freaking hard. He flicked his finger over it and fondled me again. He pinched my nipple and pulled on it. I leaned more into him and he presed against my ass and I could feel his hard on. I was getting so fucking wet. He reached around me so he was almost holding me and grabbed my right boob, pinching my nipple. I held on tight to the bar above and he almost put me in a bear hug, holding me tight because he couldn't hang onto the bar anymore. He grabbed both my boobs, ssqueezing them hard and pressing his hard on against my ass. He started pinching my nipples hard and pulling them, stretching them. It was hurting but they just got harder and I was more wet.

He was outright mauling my tits and there were people right there and none knew. If they did, they were ignoring the action. As he twisted and pulled my nipples, he was pumping against my ass. Pretty soon I thought I felt something and realized he had cum on my ass. It equally grossed me out but also made me feel so vulnerable and helpless. He grabbed back onto the bar with his left hand but kept pinching and pulling my nipples so hard I thought he'd tear them off. The train was slowing to the next stop and he reached down and grabbed my vagina, squeezing tightly and I was nearly falling down I was so freaking aroused. The train stopped, the doors opened and he ran off. A few other people exited too but I think I figured out who he was but he was out of sight in a second. I turned so nobody could see my backside and I suddenly felt like they could see my tits and knew what I had just done. I made sure my top was down at least to cover my under boob and then grabbed the bar again as the train took off. There was an empty seat and a man next to me gestured down and I quickly sat down. Suddenly I was self-conscious about how you could see my skin through my top and I could feel the dampness on my backside.

When I got home I threw up and went to bed early. I was going over the details of what had happened over and over until I was remembering every bit of it as best I could and then I fingered my pussy and rubbed my clit until I orgasmed. It was chilling, frightening, arousing, it was everything I thought it'd be but I had unerestimated how scared I'd feel now.

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