There I was stood naked in the middle of the rush hour train, left hand covering my pussy, handbag over my right shoulder and my right arm covering as much of my breasts as possible, the shear size of them leaving them mostly exposed. I nervously start moving to the open doors as passengers move on and off. All eyes fix to my tits, hands come from nowhere helping themselves to a feel grabbing handfuls of the top of my tits, the bottom, the outside, everywhere but the middle section my small arm covers.
Just as many hands are grabbing my arse as I make my way off the train and finally I make it, into the large train station that is as packed as the train itself. I make my way through the crowd when something trips me, my hands reach out to catch myself as I fall and someone catches me from behind falling with me, hands gripping a breast each pulling me to them. As I safely land I try pulling the hands from my tits but no luck. Onlookers surround us as more people touch me, some gasp and some laugh. Whoever has me in their grip is squeezing my tits and not letting go.
Eventually the crowd move their attention elsewhere as a gap opens and staff come to see what the commotion is. 2 people working for the train station manage to free me and take me away through the crowd of people. I looked back to see the man who was holding me who was a short, scruffy/homeless looking man grinning through black mostly-missing teeth. Disgusting.
The 2 staff members lead me to a small office and stop me to ask if I'm okay. I tell them what happened on the train and notice them struggling to maintain eye contact. As I was talking to the taller one I noticed the other lock the door we came through behind me. It's at this point I notice a fire blanket and wander why none of them have covered me up. I reach out to grab it with my right hand exposing my tits briefly when the tall staff member in front of me grabs my wrist to stop me.
"Woah love. That blanket is reserved for fires."
I look at him in shock as he looks down at my tits. I try to pry my hand free but it doesn't move. I tell him to get off me and he just keeps staring. That's when I raised my left hand to slap him and tell him to let me go. I should have known that wouldn't work. He grabbed my left wrist easily and now had both my hands locked in the air as he watched the bounce of my tits in awe. Then he pulled both my hands over my head and turned me around.
"What d'ya think Joe? Are these the best jugs you've ever seen or what?"
Thats when the shorter one stepped forward slowly looking my body up and down.