It had been a few weeks since Anya first met the man on the train. She hadn't seen him since. She couldn't help but feel relieved as the subsequent train journeys became normal again. At least, relatively normal. She often noticed men glancing surreptitiously at her bare thighs. Looks like that isn't changing she thought to herself, sighing. It was too hot for tights now, so she opted to just keep her legs bare. Though, she had also noticed something else.
Whenever she boarded the train, or simply waited at the station, there were always a few men who bumped into her as they rushed past, using their hands on her body to steady themselves. She was sure that they were accidents though.
It's easy to stumble when you're rushing
she thought. Perhaps it was a good thing then, that she was there to help them stay upright, she thought, feeling oddly pleased. Their hands would land all over her body though - back, abdomen, breasts, even her ass!
It's probably normal
she thought to herself.
She tapped the pocket of her blazer, where a small packet of pregnancy pills sat. She had bought them the other day, feeling slightly embarrassed as she did. She wasn't entirely sure why, because she didn't want to have sex. But...
You never know
she thought to herself.
As the train drew up, Anya looked on in dismay. It looked like it was going to be a busy day again and all the carriages were packed full of commuters, like sardines in a tin. She sighed. The doors rocked open, and she rushed forwards along with everyone else, desperately trying to squeeze in and find a space. Whilst she pushed herself in, she felt others also pushing against her from behind. There was an unmistakeable touch of a hand on her ass, palming it. She put it down to the normal rush of bodies being crushed together as they tried to enter the train. She couldn't help shivering though.
Eventually, she managed to find a tight spot, hemmed in from all sides by men in suits who still towered above her small, eighteen year old figure. She stretched her arms up, holding onto the strap above with both hands as best she could. It was still a struggle and her whole body was definitely compromised as she held on, unable to do anything else. With a jolt, the train began to leave and she was jostled by other passengers who bumped into her with the shaking of the train. She sighed.
Another tiring journey
...She thought to herself.
Suddenly, after a few minutes of travel, Anya felt something touch her. After a few moments she realised what it was: someone standing directly behind her was continually bumping into her each time the train rounded a curve or jolted over something. Her mind froze for a second. She could feel his body press against her rear, moving in rhythm with the train. She couldn't do anything, her hands still holding onto the strap above her. She tried to ignore it. Even worse, the unsteady jolting made her inadvertently bump back, rhythmically pushing her ass into him. She couldn't do anything about it, and tried not to panic as her ass began grinding against his groin.
After a few more minutes of this steady bumping against her ass, Anya could feel him move closer to her, until he was pressing against her body, temporarily stopping her from moving. She held her breath nervously, not daring to try and turn around. The other commuters were blissfully unaware, wrapped up in their own worlds. Anya could feel his warm breath on her neck and goosebumps erupted along her back. "Um..." She whispered, nervously. She wasn't sure what to say.
"Relax," came a deep, masculine voice in her ear. She nervously tried to steady her beating heart and quell her nerves.
With a start, Anya felt him grab her hands. She struggled for a second, then looked upwards. Her eyes flew open in shock. He had used some cord to tie her hands to the straps. In the blink of an eye she was completely trapped. She desperately tried to pull her hands away, but they were firmly tied shut and all she succeeded in doing was grind her own body against his. Anya realised what she was doing and quickly stopped, not wanting to encourage him. "Please..." She whimpered. She didn't want to alert anyone, the thought of others seeing her in this position sending waves of shame through her mind.
"No more..." She began, trying one last-ditch attempt to free her hands. It didn't work and she inadvertently rubbed her ass against his groin again, her back arching. She felt something hard and almost gasped out loud.
Is that what I think it is?
She thought, nervously.
"Shut up, bitch," came the voice again in her ear. She whimpered in fear. What was he going to do to her? Her answer came a second later, as he brought his hands round to her chest and began to grope her large breasts through the fabric. She struggled slightly, but could barely move as he stole big handfuls, mercilessly kneading her breasts. His fingers began caressing her sensitive nipples, which quickly betrayed her and hardened under his skilful ministrations.
Anya couldn't hold back a tiny squeak. He unbuttoned her shirt, relieving the straining buttons. Her bra was display and was the only thing holding her pert breasts in place. "No, please!" She whispered, quietly. He ignored her, and in one swift motion pulled her bra down, exposing her tits to the world. "Oh!" She gasped. He continued to grope them, carefully manipulating her engorged nipples and she could feel her arousal start to grow from within her.
Her body was acting against her mind, slowly overpowering it as he didn't stop touching her. With one hand he continued to grope her breasts, while with the other he slowly reached down, and began massaging her ass. She felt his hand underneath her skirt, palming her ass. His roaming hand moved inwards, and began to feel her inner thighs, and, without thinking about it, she moved her legs apart, giving him free access to what was between her legs. His hand followed through, and immediately he began rubbing his fingers over her slit, protected only by her thin panties.
Anya let out a tiny moan. "Please!" she gasped, as her panties were soon completely soaked with her fluids. Her hands were aching slightly but she couldn't pull them down, her whole body available for him to use how he wished. She heard quiet laughing. He held up his dripping fingers, and grabbed her mouth. Without any choice she parted her lips, and he stuck his wet fingers into her mouth. She could taste her own juices and her tongue greedily flicked around his finger, heat rising within her at the taste of herself.