Grip your teeth hoping he'll stop

The man get's more confident. He hands begin exploring your thighs, hips and pussy now. Rubbing your dad's fluids back into you.

Looking around you see all the other passengers either on their phones or looking out the windows, ambivalent to the world immediately around them. They're of no help and this man knows it. You wriggle and squirm pushing into the guy in front of you, "Oi! Stop it!" he quips, earphone firmly in his ears.

The man's hands begin to move up your body, under your jumper. You didn't wear shirt, his cold, rough hands are rubbing over your abdomen. The strangers' groping sending a now familiar sensation through your spine. The same sensation your dad gave you, causing your legs to shiver.