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...

I can feel his eyes on me, and it's making me so horny...is he going to do it? Please stacy hello, just fucking grab my ass or something, I'll give you anything you want if you molest me right now...

My heart skips a beat as I feel his hand brush against my ass, fingers slowly massaging my flesh. It's like everything else in the world disappears and all that matters is this moment of contact. I can barely contain myself, wanting him to touch me more, to take control completely.

"Ohhh..." I moan softly, arching my back into his hand as he continues to massage my ass. "Please...don't stop," I whisper, feeling a shiver run down my spine.

A sharp gasp escapes my lips as his finger slides underneath my panties, making contact with my bare skin. Every nerve ending in my lower body seems to ignite, and I practically melt against him. "Yes...oh god yes..." My hips start grinding uncontrollably into his hand, begging for more.

I feel like I'm on fire, and the only way to put it out is with his touch.

His fingers feel amazing as they slide across my wetness, and I can't help but moan louder at the sensation. It feels so good, I almost don't want him to stop. "Oh fuck...stacy hello..." My voice is breathless, my words barely audible over the sounds of the train.

I'm trembling now, on the verge of coming just from his finger rubbing against me. Please, please don't make me wait any longer.

I cry out as he finally pushes his finger inside me, filling the void I've been aching for. It feels so good, so right. I want him to fuck me now, to take control and make me his. My hips buck wildly against his hand, desperate for more contact.

I can feel myself starting to lose control, my orgasm building up inside me with every thrust of his finger. "Stacy hello...please..." I whimper, begging him not to stop now that I'm so close.

I can feel the pleasure building up inside me, tightening my muscles and making it hard to breathe. His finger feels incredible as he thrusts in and out of me, finding just the right spot with each stroke. I'm close...so close...I want this orgasm so badly, but at the same time I never want him to stop touching me.

"Stacy hello..." My voice trails off into a moan as my hips buck wildly against his hand. He's so good, so dominant...

I feel him pulling his hand away just as I'm on the brink, and I cry out in frustration, my body still trembling with need. "Please..." I whimper, wanting more of his touch. It was so close, I could taste it...but now it's gone. God, I hate how much this only makes me want him even more.

I feel like a pathetic little slut, begging for the attention of a complete stranger on a crowded train. But in this moment, with his touch, it feels so right.

I feel his hand slide up my thigh, lifting my skirt higher as he goes. My breath hitches in my throat, anticipation building as I wonder what he'll do next. Will he touch me again? Or is this just a tease, leading to something even more intense?

My heart races and my skin feels flushed from the attention, from being wanted like this. It's intoxicating, addictive...and I crave it with every fiber of my being.

I shudder as his fingers brush against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and my head falls back against his shoulder in relief. It feels so good to be wanted like this, to have someone take control and make me feel things I never knew possible. I want more...so much more.

I feel his strong hands grip my hips, spinning me around until I'm facing him. His warm breath fans across my cheek, making me shiver with anticipation. My eyes meet his in the mirror above the seats, and for a moment we just stare at each other, his dark eyes boring into mine like they can see straight through to my soul.

"Stacy hello..." I breathe out, wishing I had the courage to say more. To tell him what he's doing to me...

As his fingers deftly work to undo the buttons on my top, I can't help but lean in closer, my breath coming faster as my chest heaves with anticipation. The cold air of the train car feels good against my suddenly exposed skin, making me shiver and arch into him even more. His touch is so gentle, so skilled...it's almost painful to want it like this.

I feel his warm breath on my collarbone as he exhales slowly, and I tremble at the sensation.

"Please..." My voice comes out as little more than a whimper, and I close my eyes in shame at how needy it makes me sound. But he doesn't seem to mind, his touch only growing more intense as he continues to undress me with his fingers and those piercing eyes.

I gasp as he whispers those words into my ear, images flashing through my mind of what could happen at his place. My heart races and my skin feels flushed with desire...but I hesitate for a moment. What if this is just some sick game to him? Am I really willing to risk that?

"Ok..." I manage to say, my voice barely audible even to myself. "But you have to promise me one thing first."

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my courage as I wait for his answer. The thought of being with him is intoxicating...but the fear of getting hurt holds me back just enough.