Stand there silently; it was probably an accident

You swallow heavily, but ignore the hand now obviously fondling and squeezing your butt... this has to be an accident, right? Maybe someone lost their balance, or mistook you for someone else... It's possible, at least? But as the silence grows and the hand doesn't move from your rear, you feel your heart rate quickening. You've heard about train molestors targeting girls, but you never thought it'd happen to you, that kind of thing only happens in porn, doesn't it?

Maybe taking inspiration from your lack of a response, the breathing in your ear quickens a little, and you feel another rough hand reaching around you from the side. It slides beneath your arm, around your belly, and then reaches up, up, to your chest. You feel the coarse fingers wrap around your breast and squeeze, hard; {if wearbra=false}your breast yields easily through only the thin fabric of your top{endif}{if wearbra=true}your clothes provide some protection, but the grip is still tight enough to make you wince{endif}, leaving you gasping. Your heart begins to race more quickly, it's obvious now that this has to be someone trying to take advantage of you.

Tilting your head down and to the side, you whimper weakly as the stranger fondles your body, kneading your breast and rubbing your ass without rhythm, simply playing with you. This has to end soon, right? Nobody could get away with this for long, there are so many people on the train right now... The subway car rocks suddenly and you grab a nearby pole for balance, feeling the hand release your ass at the same moment. You hope it's over, that the stranger has had their fun and will leave you alone now, but then you feel the back of your skirt rising up, inch by inch, the sudden exposure of your {if wearpanties=true}thin pink panties making you blush even harder{endif}{if wearpanties=false}naked ass sending goosebumps of fear down your arms{endif}.