Vicky 21, country reared, not city-wise
Vicky grew up in the countryside among farms and animals. She'd never been to the city. But she had dreams of living in the city to get a good job and improve her family's lifestyle. So she had studied hard. Luckily she did find a job at an accountancy firm as a secretary. She was told that if she did a good job she could be promoted to be a secretary to a more senior manager, meaning higher pay. Vicky was delighted. On top of that she got to wear nice clothes which made her look pretty. Though she was told not trousers, only skirts and dresses, which was fine with her; she wanted the change from the dirty jeans she was used to wearing. In pretty skirts and dresses she felt like a woman.
Vicky found a cheap apartment in the city, but it meant she had to commute on the subway. But that was acceptable, and cheaper, than an apartment nearer her workplace.
It was only a few days into her new job and she was on the subway when the usual morning rush hour crowding meant she was squashed against a side partitioning. At first she ignored the occasional brushing against her body as inevitable. She had learnt in the last few days that city life is not so relaxed as her countryside life. Here it seems people are rushing around and...and just TOO many people; so the daily crush was going to be unavoidable. Hence she continued to ignore the close body contact. However she was questioning how a hand seemed to be squeezing her bum. Surely that was not something she was imagining.
There it was again, it was much firmer, and...and a finger was travelling up and down her...in between her arse cheeks! She froze and hoped it would stop. But...but it didn't stop, in fact there were now two hands grabbing and caressing both her arse cheeks. She now knew someone behind her was deliberately touching her. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she was too scared and didn't have the nerve to turn around; she was never good at confrontation.
Vicky held onto the handrail much more firmly, somehow trying to get comfort from the hard metal as she felt the hands glide over her rear. This was all so new and strange for her. No one had touched her like this...well, no one other than herself. She'd experimented putting a couple of fingers inside which felt different.
Vicky closed her eyes in thankful prayer and breathed a sign of relief as the hands did slip off her body. A station came and door opened, but on the opposite side to her. She hoped the man would get off. But he didn't. The doors closed and the train moved off.
She felt the hands again, but this time they were under her skirt. 'NO!' Vicky thought. She felt them sliding up the back of her thighs. In the jostling at the previous stop he somehow lifted her skirt and sneaked his hands under her loose-fitting, flared skirt. She was shouting at him to stop, but it was all in her head. She couldn't speak up because she was scared of whomever this man was, who had the courage to do this in public; and she felt ashamed and embarrassed that someone else will see her in this situation.
The hands had travelled all the up and were caressing her arse, making deliberate attempt at feeling her knickers: the laced edge, the crotch seam, the waist band. Craning his head he stole a peek at her panties, and they weren't black, they were some light colour he could not make out. He smirked. Even thought she was dressed elegantly outside, underneath she didn't wear matching bra and panties.
'Oh, no.' To her disbelief he slid his hand inside her knickers! She wanted to bury her face in her arms; she didn't want to look left or right incase other passengers were watching her, so she looked straight ahead out of the window watching the hypnotic speeding wall of the subway.
Then the train jolted and everyone sharply swayed. Vicky had readjusted her feet to keep balance. 'OHMYGOD!' she gasped to herself. In the split second when she had to part her feet for balance the stranger had taken the opportunity offered to him and slipped his hand in between her thighs and he was grabbing her pussy! 'This stranger is touching my...my...' But then she felt him pulling and tugging her hair. This strange man was playing with her pubic hair! She'd always been told by her mother to keep her knees closed, she'd said that part was private. But now a stranger was touching her there!
She tried to wiggle and close her feet but...but it only served to give him more access to slip a finger INSIDE! 'NO!' She froze. He froze. For a few minutes the stranger didn't move; both she and he were motionless with his finger lodged inside her pussy.
But then he started. He started to move his finger inside her vagina. 'Oh!' she gasped. When he wiggled his finger it seemed to hit her in a particular spot. "OHH!" This time the sound escaped her mouth. Quickly she bit her lower lip, afraid someone might have heard.
Whilst she was distracted by the activity of the stranger's finger she hadn't noticed something warm and hard was rubbing against her. But now she noticed. She wasn't an experienced woman but she knew that was a hard penis...his hard penis! 'OH NO!' she thought.
Her fears were realized as she felt its hard blunt head nudging her. With one hand he was holding her panties aside and with the other he was guiding it. She was tight against the train by his whole body weight pressing her so she couldn't move. She wriggled trying to stop him doing what she knew he was trying to do. She tried to close her legs but his feet prevented from doing so. Despite her efforts he was in...part of the way, but he was in nonetheless.
