The Piccadilly line during rush hour is a massive push and tuck. I often have well behaved men standing behind me and in front of me. During warm weather my wardrobe is a bit skimpy. Deep cleavage and short skirt. With a wrong move a chap can accidentally see my nipples. I feel embarrassed that they are erect. I shamefully admit I don’t wear panties or bras. Love to feel free.
The other morning a chap who stood behind me really tight starts to rub against my bum. He got hard, his cock was trying to push my skirt into my asscrack. I couldn’t move out of the way, my breathing got heavier as he groped my ass. He even tried to reach under my skirt. Lifting the skirt. I reached back trying to slap his hand away instead I felt his exposed cock tip. My hand got wet from precum. He took my hand and rubbed his cock tip into my palm. He started to cum and must admit it aroused me. I had to get off at knightsbridge but missed my stop because of the sexual encounter. He came before we reached Cromwell road. I rushed out looked for a loo and there brought myself to orgasms. Now with the weather getting cooler, my wardrobe will better protect me against horny men.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9gyxq8/in_london_rush_hour_mf
Pretty hot, yet still pretty Assault-ey..