Japanese public transport

I started running, I would never make it, the university was at the end of the public transport line, luck was fortunately with me, I got on the train when there was a hell of a crowd, the men looked at me lustfully, I was sweating, my Japanese student jacket was open and let me guess my curves, my skirt was stuck and let me see the beginning of my buttocks but I couldn't see it.

Quickly I felt hands slip under my skirt, awakening my urges, each time I got out, my pervert pulled me to the back of the train in a corner, becoming more and more enterprising while I bit my lips to keep from moaning.

still almost every time something happened to me in these damn pervert transports.

The hand crept higher and higher, my thighs were on fire, I felt my body giving in, the fingers slipped under my panties, I bit my lips to keep from moaning, my eyes closed, I let myself go, the world around me became blurry, all that mattered were the sensations rising inside me.

The fingers sank deeper, my thighs clenched involuntarily, the hand withdrew slightly, then resumed its exploration, my eyes still closed, I let myself be carried away by the sensations, the world around me no longer existed, all that mattered was the touch of those bold fingers. The train stopped abruptly, the passengers jostled, but the hand did not withdraw, it continued to caress me, making me moan internally.

as I was going to the terminus the train emptied except for me and my harasser, he pinned me against the window, a man with a surgical mask said to me

• you like that little gaijin, I'll show you what a real man is,

he pulled down my panties, I was panting without strength, I gave up the slightest resistance and gave myself up to him.

His mouth approached my ear, his hot breath made my skin quiver, I could feel his breath loaded with nicotine and something else, something musky. His hands kept me pinned against the window, I could feel his erection against my stomach, he hurt me, but I couldn't move.

• admit that you want it.

moaning,

• yes sir