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Authors note:
My wife has been nagging me for some time now to write an erotic fiction story. It is not my usual writing genre and so I hope that you enjoy it. This story does involve a scene of forced or reluctant sex, and so if this is something you find offensive stop reading now. I will not bother to answer complaints from people that ignored this warning. Also please note I do not condone in any shape or form non-consensual sexual conduct of any kind. As a work of fiction or role-play done inside of a consensual relationship it is fine, but without consent it is a crime and unacceptable.
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The train platform was already a bustling hive of activity when Setsuko stepped on to it, even though she was quite early for the train herself. Men, women and children were all waiting patiently and calmly for the train, as was the Japanese way. Normally she would have joined the waiting throng of people, or looked out for some of her friends to stand and wait with, but as she was feeing somewhat bored she wondered along the platform to stretch her legs before the fairly long and dull train ride ahead of her.
As she walked along she tugged absently at the side of her skirt, fruitlessly attempting to pull it a little lower – something she unconsciously did a lot these days. The skirt stubbornly – as was usual thanks to her rounded hips – refused to move any lower. Letting out a huff of frustration at it she turned to study her likeness being reflected in a metal surface attached to one of the station walls.
She gazed at herself for a moment in the slightly distorted image the unpolished metal showed her, and took a few seconds to flick part of her straight, raven-black hair over her shoulder. It was long down her back, just past her scapula, layered to her collar at the sides and a fringe cut to fall just below her eyebrows, which often got in the way of her soft, dark brown eyes.
Setsuko was pretty by the standards of most people, but her looks hadn't always given her the best of times due to her being of mixed-race, with a Japanese father and English mother, which had led to some issues of bullying in school. She mostly looked Japanese, but had a slightly lighter skin tone, an ass that was directly from her mother's curves and some aspects around her nose and eyes that hinted at her mixed heritage.
She was dressed in her school uniform that consisted of a dark navy blue blazer that buttoned together in the middle with three round silver buttons, which she was wearing over a plain white button down blouse and a plain white bra that held her well-rounded and firm 32BB breasts. The outfit was finished off with knee high black socks, dark maroon shoes and a black and white plaid pleated skirt that was still the victim of her repeated, fruitless tugging.
Setsuko's mother had bought the uniform for her when she was sixteen, just before she entered senior high school, but now at eighteen and entering her last few months of school the skirt was no longer such a great fit. It had been around mid-thigh on her when it was purchased, and despite the fact she was still fairly short – even by Japanese standards at just over 4ft 9in – she had grown an inch and a half in the last two years. With her shy nature this now put the skirt uncomfortably high on her legs – at least in her opinion.
The train pulling into the station snapped Setsuko from her visual and internal reflection, and she realised with a little start that she had wondered all the way to the end of the platform. She knew this was not a good thing as she looked around and saw that there weren't any women in the group of commuters she was stood with. The trains in Tokyo were notorious for perverts that liked to grope young women, and while Setsuko had never had it happen to her, it had too many of her friends. In fact if you got through high school without having been touched in some way or other you were going to find yourself in the minority rather than the majority.
Glancing back along the platform she realised that she would not be able to make her way back to where the other students from her school tended to board the train. There were just too many people in the way to make it easy to manoeuvre her way back there before the train would leave again.
Seeing that she had little choice, Setsuko, joined the people waiting by her and was swept in along with them as they piled into the last carriage. She was so small that she was like a cork being driven by an ocean swell, with little choice of where her final destination inside the train car would be. In the end when the people stopped moving this turned out to be near the back of the carriage. People were on either side of her in close proximity, while behind her someone was pressed quite tightly against her, and finally she was facing one of the carriage windows so closely that she was all but pinned up against it.
Setsuko was only still for a few moments before the train doors shut with a soft swoosh and the train started to pull out of the station. She always enjoyed the train journey, as she found that the rattle of the carriages, the rhythmic
duh-dun, duh-dun, duh-dun
sound the train wheels made over the tracks, and even the close press of bodies on the train comforting. Sometimes the combination of all these things had nearly made her drift off to sleep – even when she was standing up – while on journeys to and from school.
The first few minutes of the journey passed uneventfully, but then as the train car rocked slightly she felt something bump against her behind for the briefest moment. She tensed a little at the contact, but didn't panic, as it was not so uncommon in the pressed jumble of bodies to have accidental touching when the carriages swayed around. However, being so unusually alone with no friends there for support, she did feel a little more exposed than was normal.
Just as she was starting to relax again the bumping touch came again – once, twice and then a third time. This time Setsuko knew it wasn't an accident, as it hadn't been in time with the movement of the carriage. She could even tell it felt like the back of someone's hand, and most likely the person right behind her. She froze, suddenly frightened and sharply alert to any more movement that might come.
Seconds passed like minutes and she wasn't surprised when the hand touched her again, but her breath was stolen by the fact that this time her left ass cheek was boldly cupped by a firm hand. And the hand didn't stop at just that, as it started to massage, squeeze, fondle and stroke over her skirt covered rear. On one movement his fingers even lightly touched skin on the back of her upper thigh and she was caught off guard as it caused a tingle to race right up the length of her spine and goose bumps to flourish where the fingers had so briefly touched flesh. This confused her a little, but she decided it was a reaction to the revulsion she should feel over the fact some pervert was groping her bottom. But she couldn't deny there was also just a little twinge of excitement as well.
Setsuko was trying to decide what she should do about the hand on her arse cheek, but even as she was thinking the man's right hand came round her side and with calm confidence landed on her right breast, and then began to knead and squeeze the firm but pliant flesh. This put her brain back into a spin, as she just had no idea how she should best act. This whole thing was just so far outside of her experience. She looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, but the people either side of her had their backs to her and she was too short for anyone else to see in the tight pack of bodies around her.
Her lack of familiarity with this type of situation was not just limited to being groped either, as so far she had no involvement with men at all. Her father had forbidden her from dating any boys until she was finished with high school, and she had always been obedient to his wishes. She wasn't totally innocent of course having experimented often with her own fingers, and was only technically a virgin after an over-exuberant incident with a candle – something a friend had suggested she try – had ripped her hymen in a rush of pain and gush of blood some three months ago. It had been nearly four weeks before she had relented to that same friend's pressure to try it again, and this time with far more satisfying results that had left her breathless and sated holding a very wet candlestick.
It was perhaps this very lack of experience that was causing, Setsuko, the most difficulty as she had been a hormone bomb of pent-up sexual energy for the best part of two years now, and had fantasied so many times about what it would feel like to have a man's hands touching her in all her intimate places. And now on a public train at rush hour that was exactly what was happening to her.
Even as she looked down at the hand on her breast the other hand that had been on her butt cheek came around her side and started an equal action on her left breast, and Setsuko blushed deeply as she realised her nipples were now hard inside her bra, and worse she could feel the familiar warm tingle of arousal starting in her loins and up into her stomach. She knew she should be fighting this feeling, but while her mind was reeling her body was responding to the stimulation, and she didn't know how she could stop him. She hadn't been brought up to make scenes in public, it wasn't the done thing. Not to mention women in Japan were raised to be somewhat subservient to men, and Setsuko had always been rather submissive in general, even with friends.
Setsuko just stood like a rabbit caught in car headlights as she watched the man's hands hypnotically as they continued their assault on her breasts. She noticed that his hands were strong, with long slender fingers, but also that they looked like they were the hands of an older man. She also noted he was wearing what appeared to be an expensive suit, judging by the dark blue material, and a white shirt underneath it. She watched trancelike as his hands moved from her tits and with quick ease opened the three buttons on the front of her blazer before starting to pull up and untuck her shirt from her skirt. Then with a quick motion he pulled her blouse up with both hands until it was bunched up under her chin, exposing her bra-clad breasts to anyone that happened to look. For the first time Setsuko reacted physically and raised her hands to rest on top of his, trying to get him to pull her shirt back down, scared that someone would see her in such an embarrassing condition.
