Ride the train

I didn't want to start fantasizing now, so I got out my phone and started browsing the internet. As exciting as this was, 2 hours on a train is gonna get old. Might as well waste some time right?

I had been scrolling for a while before I noticed it. The train was tightly packed and I was being bumped into by multiple people, but this was different. I looked up to the view flying by, but my mind was focused on my butt. Again I felt it, a hand brushing against my ass. It was getting more insistent.

I had always thought that if I were a girl I wouldn't let anything like this happen. Now it seemed very different. The last thing I wanted was to put everyone's attention on me.

The hand touched me again, but this time it didn't leave. It just stayed there resting against my skirt. It had to be on purpose right? I tried to move away as much as I could in the limited space I had. Only a second later the hand followed.

"Don't turn around, Don't try to look at me." A soft whisper right behind my ear almost made me scream. Now I knew for sure someone was touching me on purpose, but I wasn't sure if knowing was any better. I noticed my hands were shaking. The only thing that calmed me down was her voice. It was a girl's voice, sounded about my age. Unyielding, but still gentle. Something about it made my knees weak.