I Let A Gross Older Man Touch Me On The Train! [FM]

This story occurred a few years ago, I’ll try my best to remember all the details. It was a Saturday, I was throwing a party that night but also had the unfortunate bad luck of being assigned a shift at work. Only one person was assigned to the office for the Saturday shifts, and we took on the shifts in rotations. Since I would be the only one there and was short on time, I figured I could wear my party outfit: an incredibly short red romper from fashion nova. The piece was meant to be a coverup for the beach, with the top cutting incredibly low and the bottom part so short my ass cheeks were definitely partially visible.

I instantly regretted this choice of mine as I got on the rush hour morning train. I took my seat and was doing my best to protect myself from to protect myself from the AC when he approached me.

He was a black man in his late 40s, I can’t remember the exact age he gave. I remember his smile was quite nice. He was dressed casually, carrying a rag, and his clothes were a bit dirty. I thought perhaps he worked in a car workshop or something similar.

He introduced himself, and began to make small talk. Inquiring after my job, my interests, my life. I’m not sure what compelled me, perhaps an inability to be rude to strangers, but I engaged with his questions as politely as I could. During our conversation I could tell he lied quite a bit about his life, I think to impress me.

Since we had been talking for a bit and he hadn’t made any weird moves I began to ease my tense position. I think he took notice of this because he took the opportunity to get closer and rest his hand on my exposed thigh. I moved his hand off of me.

“You are such a pretty little white girl” he said, and places his hand on my thigh again. This was kind of weird because I’m very clearly not white. I think he was trying to give a misguided compliment perhaps, I’m really not sure what that was about. Also, I hate his pushy manner and debated going to another train car.

He tells me he loves my outfit, because it teases all the right things. He’s very clearly staring at my chest and I realized it has dropped quite a bit. He moves his other hand to the caress over my chest. I’m embarrassed because it’s obvious my nipples have hardened. I don’t want to encourage his behavior but I find my body opening up to him and wanting to be touched. I found his perverted horniness gross and somehow I wanted to feel more. My legs instinctively spread a little.

I got nervous again because I remember the location. The train is nearing the city and has crowded a bit, so I’m sure people have taken notice of our exchange. I told him I had a boyfriend and couldn’t, which was a half truth at the time since my ex would have encourage the encounter. He says not to worry, to just relax. He reaches his hand into the top and feels my breast under the bra. I can feel it in my pussy as he plays with my nipples. He peeks in and raves about the color of the nipple which I always find funny.

His hand on my thigh starts to creep up, and is now hovering over my mound. I can’t tell if it’s in my head or not but I swear I feel the heat radiating off of his hand and I want to feel that on my pussy, directly. At this point I’m holding up no defenses and he slides my romper and thong to the side and starts making circles around my clit. His hands are quite thick and I’m whispering begging him to slip them inside. He does. I’m actually surprised at his skill, and surprised at how good someone I’m not really all that attracted to can make me feel. His fingers are going in and out, slowly so I can feel it all. His thumb rubs my clit. I’m pretty sure I’m dripping onto the train seat and I feel so gross for loving this entire situation. I cum really hard.

After I cum I kind of come to my sense. The train is really quite full, and the shame is kicking in. I can tell he wants his satisfaction, but I deny him because of the risk. He keeps pressing me, and I move to another seat and begin to listen to some music and eat the grapes my mom packed me. I guess that really pissed him off because he came up to me and just snatched them out of my hands, went back to his seat, and ate them. I guess that’s valid.

I got off at the end stop and made it to work. Since it was Saturday, there wasn’t much to do but masturbate. So I did just that until the shift was over, along with some contemplation regarding my poor life choices.

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