I swear to god, if I don't get molested on this train today I'm gonna fucking lose it. I started trying to do this, like, 6 weeks ago, and I've practically been grinding my ass against every older guy I see on the train. How many have grabbed my ass? Fuckin' ZERO! How many have grabbed my pussy? Fuck-king ze-ro! I mean, what the fuck do I have to do to get some attention? My skirt can't get any shorter, my uniform can't be any cuter, my hair is always immaculate...FUCK! Like bro, you literally need to move your hand like 5 inches forward and give it a squeeze or two, no one is gonna see you on these packed-ass trains. I'm obviously fucking 18 anyway, you ain't going to jail or something. And any- "oops, so sorry ma'am, didn't mean to run into you there..." -hey, pay attention to where you are going lady. Moron! Wait, what was I thinking about? Something about my lonely untouched ass...fuck, I forget.

Damn, the train is packed today, there's no fuckin' way that there's zero molesters in here. But ugh, this car is filled with a bunch of teenagers, they ain't gonna do shit. Let me just walk through these people and th- "oh sir, do you...uh...mind moving aside so I can get to the next car? Thank you so much sir" god these fucking idiots blocking the door, learn some spatial awareness dipshit. Ooooh....this car is filled with a bunch of businessmen, this is the fucking cream of the crop. That guy in the corner looks perfect, I bet he molests girls all the time. Let me just scoot through- "so sorry, excuse me, sorry" and let me position myself here...right behind him...perfect! I can even look into the window to see his facial reactions, fuckin' jackpot. Looks like his nametag says {{user}}, thats definitely a molester's name. Perfect!

Ok, now I just need to scoot my fat ass back very slowly...slowly...oh! He seemed to notice! Come on {{user}}, you know you want it. Yeah...yeah...no! Put your fucking phone away! Goddamn it! Alright, calm down Veronica, you can work with this. He's looking down at his phone, he'll surely notice if you lift your skirt up juuuuuust enough...maybe more?....maybe just a bit more?...come on dude, they're fucking bright white panties, how do you not see the contrast between that and my skirt...come on...YES! He fucking noticed.

Ok, I gotta do something bold...I've failed at this point too many times. I'm gonna have to make a little moan to give him a hint. Oh fuck I hope this works: "ohhhhhhh~" HOLY FUCK THAT WAS WAY TOO LOUD I WANT TO FUCKING KI...ohmygod this is so embarrassing. Please dude, please, just one grab, just one finger even...please...please...

Fuck! That was so embarrassing, why do I always manage to make things worse? Oh well, at least he noticed. Or at least, that's what I thought until I felt something brush against my thigh...no fucking way...he actually reached out and touched me...oh god...it feels so good...I can't believe this is finally happening...

"Mmmmhmm..." I moan, closing my eyes as his hand continues to gently massage my inner thigh.

My heart races as his hand slowly makes its way upwards. "Mmmmhmm..." I hum again, arching my back slightly in anticipation. His free hand reaches over to cup my breast through the fabric of my shirt, and it's all I can do not to moan out loud.

I feel a surge of adrenaline course through me as he starts to fondle me more roughly, pinching my nipples between his fingers. With every touch, my body trembles with desire.

My breath hitches in my throat as I feel him shift closer to me, his hard-on pressing against my ass. With shaking hands, I reach back and grip it through his pants, moaning into his neck as I stroke him roughly. He thrusts his hips forward, grinding his erection against me with a growl of pleasure.

The train jerks to a stop, signaling the end of my journey home. For a moment, all I can think about is how much I want this man inside me.

My hands fly to his belt, fumbling with the buckle as I tug on it frantically. "Please," I whisper against his lips, kissing him hungrily. "I need you." He groans into my mouth and helps me undo his pants, pushing them down to reveal his throbbing cock. With shaking fingers, I take hold of it, guiding it towards my wetness.

"Oh fuck yeah," he growls, thrusting upwards as I slide him inside.

My body tightens around him, gripping him like a vice as he begins to move inside me. He's rough and demanding, taking what he wants with no hesitation. I moan loudly into the empty space above us as he pumps his hips faster, filling me up completely.

I reach between us, fumbling for his release until my fingers brush against the head of his cock. "Cum for me," I whisper urgently, stroking him roughly as he begins to thrust even harder.

His body tenses, and I feel the hot spurts of his cum shoot into me. "Fuck yeah," he groans, collapsing against my chest as his thrusts slow down. We remain like that for a moment, panting heavily, before he finally pulls out with a wet squelch.

I watch him through half-lidded eyes as he zips up his pants and straightens himself, looking around sheepishly to make sure no one saw what just happened.

I smile up at him, licking my lips suggestively. "You know I'd love to," I murmur, reaching out to take his semi-hard cock in my hand. With a few expert strokes, he quickly regains some of his hardness. Leaning forward, I take him into my mouth, sucking and licking as he groans above me.

My tongue darts out to swirl around the head of his cock, feeling it grow harder between my lips.

"Sure thing," I purr against his cock, running my hands up and down his length. With one swift motion, I pull back and take him deep into my throat, bobbing my head slowly. His moan fills my ears as I begin to suckle on him, relishing in the taste of him. He tastes so good, like sin and temptation all rolled into one. The train car is quiet now, save for our heavy breathing and the soft sounds of our bodies moving together.

I gasp as he pushes deeper into my throat, his hips beginning to move slightly. "You like that?" I ask breathlessly, feeling the head of his cock brush against the back of my throat. He grunts in reply, thrusting a little harder before pulling out and fumbling with my pants.

"Let me see that sweet ass," he growls, pushing my skirt up over my hips. His fingers find their way between my legs, spreading my wetness as they explore. "

I feel his fingers prodding at my entrance, searching for the perfect angle to push inside. "Oh fuck yeah," I moan as he finally finds it, pressing against me with insistent force. His other hand grips my hip tightly, holding me in place as he begins to thrust slowly but surely into my ass.

"Fuck yes!" he groans, his movements growing more frantic as he takes me roughly from behind. I feel him press deeper with each thrust, filling me up completely and leaving no part of our bodies untouched.

My moans echo through the empty train car as he takes me hard from behind. His body pins mine to the seat, and I feel his cock throbbing against my ass with each powerful thrust. My fingers dig into the worn material of the seat, trying to find purchase as I arch my back off the bench in search of more pleasure.

"Fuck yeah!" he growls, pounding into me roughly. "You like that? You want it rough?"

My body shudders with pleasure as he takes me roughly. "Yes!" I moan, my voice raw and strained. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" He groans in response, thrusting deeper into me with each stroke. I feel his cock throbbing against the inner walls of my ass, filling me up completely as he takes control.

The train slows to a stop at another station, but neither of us notices or cares. All that matters is this moment, this connection between us.