Prologue: I was new to the city, and trying a new route home on the train during rush hour. I had already changed into "going out" clothes for the evening: a skirt, thong, and a lose tank top (so lose, my breasts can easily pop out if it's pulled low enough). I was standing in front of seated man (facing away from him), when I felt his hands slowly begin fondling my legs and ass, and finally, gently fingering my pussy. A second man, to my left side, seemed to realize what was happening and began fondling my breasts. I'm usually such an outspoken woman, so I was shocked at my own acceptance of this situation. Maybe it's because it had been so long, or maybe they were just touching me exactly the right way. Maybe it was the excitement of being on the train, and my surprise that no one around us seemed to notice or care what was happening. But whatever it was, I let them continue to have their way with me. The first man finally reached up and pulled my panties down towards my ankles. The second man pulled my lose tank-top down so my breasts were totally exposed...
With my panties around my ankles, I felt the first man slide both hands up my thighs and to my hips. He pushed my skirt up towards my breasts, so the hem is just barely covering the edge of my pussy lips. Then the fingers on both hands wrapped around and caressed my hipbones. With his hands grabbing firmly, I felt my (now totally exposed) ass being pulled towards his lap. I knew I would trip or stumble, trying to squat backwards with my ankles so close together, so I lifted one foot and tried to free myself from my panties. As I did this I had a brief moment of clarity. What the hell was I doing? Being touched was one thing, sitting on the lap of some stranger (and whatever would come next?!) was quite another. Suddenly, the train lurched and I shifted sideways into the second man. He kept his gaze squarely out the widow, but pressed firmly back against my left breast, steadying me. I felt the first man's hands still tightly on my hips and finally got one foot free of my panties, separating my legs slightly. He started to pull my hips down once again.
The second man's hand re-positioned itself under my arm to help hold me up (or I guess, to help lower me down). My hips and thigh muscles burned when both men paused before I was able to sit completely down. They held me like that for a few moments. I stared straight ahead, once again aware of my surroundings and trying to gauge what the rest of the passengers on the train might be seeing. It was still fairly crowded, so only the few people standing closest to us would be able to sense what was happening, but everyone was occupied on their phone, or facing another direction. I glanced through to the men sitting on the opposite bench, facing us, but they too appeared lost in thought or whatever they happened to be doing.
I felt myself being lowered the rest of the way onto the first man's lap, and I realized the head of his cock was pressing against my pussy. Shit, I though. Holy shit. I can't do this. But I didn't do anything to stop him. The second man let go of my armpit, and with my support gone I slid the rest of the way onto the first man's cock. He wasn't huge, but it had been a while since I'd been penetrated, and he entered me fairly quickly. "Ooh!" I softly uttered. I was still dripping wet from being fingered, and my lips suctioned around the base of his cock. Once he was inside of me, the first man kept his hands on my hips, holding me firmly in place. He didn't move, I didn't move. We just sat there for several minutes, and he would push himself slightly further inside with every bump and movement of the train. I stared straight ahead, and could see the second man still standing to my left, softly rubbing the outside of his pants. My breasts were out of his reach, however, and I started to wish he was able to pinch and twist my nipples again. For a few moments, I reached up and pinched them myself.
Then the first man removed his right hand from my hip and ran his fingers up my back. When he reached my hair (just long enough to grab a handful of) he pushed my head forward and held on tight. My legs automatically opened wider, to the outside of his, to allow my upper body to bend forward. He kept pushing my head down until my torso was almost parallel with the ground, my belly resting on his thighs. A few inches of his now throbbing cock slipped out of me, and it strained back against my perineum. My vagina and ass were now spread wide open on his lap, with my legs dangling to the side of his, no longer touching the floor. Again, he held me there for several minutes. Trying not to look at the disgusting floor of the train, I closed my eyes and focused on everything I was feeling: His cock, about to pop out of me, yet firmly lodged in the first inch or so of my vagina. My ass, exposed and spread open. And then his fingers, leaving my left hip to slowly flick my clitorous back and forth. "Ooh!" I uttered again (is this the only word I was capable of?). How he snuck his fingers past my thighs, and his cock half buried in my pussy, I wasn't sure. Back and forth, he ticked my swelling clit, rhythmically, as if to the ticking of a clock. My thighs squeezed together and I realized if I moved too much I might just fall forward onto my face. I tried to relax my upper body, and just my pussy muscles squeezed in response to his touch. He held my hair tightly to keep my body in place.
I felt an orgasm begin to build inside of me, and I wonder if he felt it too, because he then slipped his hand away from my clit, and grabbed back onto my hip. I wondered, is this only about his pleasure? Is teasing me just part of his game? And something about that thought turned me on, rather than pissed me off. If I had been with a boyfriend, or a lover, I would have insisted their hand stay on my clit and finish me off right then and there. Here, I didn't have a voice, and I continued to let this stranger use me however he pleased.
