Ride the metro again at a later time

Since last time you met that security officer a part of you hopes that you will run into him again. You are not sure if you want to get **** or just let him have his way with you for a second time. Today it is your lucky, or unlucky, day as you see the security officer with a colleague on the station platform. After glancing over at them, they follow you onto the metro. You don't know what you are thinking as you know you could have slipped by unnoticed and instead you have brought this onto yourself.

You get on at the back of the carriage and are aware of the security officers arrive shortly after. The train is quite crowded but the crowd parts for the security officers as best as they can. The familiar one steps behind you and his colleague steps around to your side so he is visible in your peripheral vision. You make eye contact with another woman who is watching the security officers and you. You note that she looks relieved when the security officer stops behind you. You feel the familiar feeling of the officer’s hand upon your butt again and you let out a tiny pant. Your body reacts even faster than the last time and after a few rubs you are already getting wet, but his hands don't stay on your ass for too long. You feel them start sliding upwards; reaching for your breasts.

You don't offer any resistance and the hands move onto your breasts, cupping and massaging them. Your gaze locks onto the woman in front of you who does not know whether to stare or look away. You enjoy looking at her and feeling her discomfort. Judging by her nipples poking out of her shirt she is aroused by the situation in a perverted, voyeur-like fashion. As your thoughts wander, you wonder how it would feel to put on a sex show on this train with yourself at the center of it.

You lean back onto the security officer that is cupping your breasts and the other officer steps forward and puts his right hand on your butt as the other hand gently rubs your groin. Subconsciously, you lean back even more and rub your groin against the stranger’s hand. The security officer to the front of you then leans forwards and gives you a long, lingering kiss which leaves your breath ragged. It's only when you have a mild orgasm from the security officers feeling you up that you regain some of your composure.

You can see a few people around you staring and murmuring and you are quite sure they have noticed what has happened. Having reached your stop, you disengage from the security officers and are followed out of the train.

One security officer taps you on the shoulder as he passes and says, "Take my number. I think you’ll want it. Feel free to call if you need my services again."

You take the number and scurry off, acutely aware of the dampness between your thighs. You wonder about how you have been feeling lately. It must be the stress of not being in control of your situation.