The Molester On The Train (Part 1)

This is a continuation of my previous post mentioning that I like perverted old men.

A little bit of backstory..

This story happened early-mid 2017 when I was in high-school. I'm 165cm tall (around 5'5) now, but I was 163cm (around 5'4) at the time. I have a slim build as well so I look pretty small. I mentioned in the previous post that I prefer wearing short skirts and this applied to my school uniform too. My school skirt was already quite short compared to some of the other girls in my school, and I wore them higher so that it would look even shorter and show off more of my legs.

School typically finishes at 3pm, but I have extracurricular activities after school and even on the days I didn't I would just spend that time doing other things. This was so that I could take the train home during peak hours where it was packed with people. I enjoyed packed train rides as it was hot and stuffy and I was standing close to a lot of other people (typically older men). Full trains also meant that men would be more willing to grope me (from my experience anyway). As a short girl, these men usually stood over me and I could feel their breathing from behind me.

One day, I was riding the train home as usual until I felt my skirt swaying. It wasn't long until a hand was on my brushing against my ass. After a little while, his hands began groping my butt and stroking my leg. It was an older man touching me. I could sort of guess who it was as I remember standing directly in front of an old man but you never know in a packed train. His hands felt rough and wrinkly when touching me which also helped in confirming that.

I usually just let them touch me as they please for a little bit before I start putting up a little bit of resistance (although not very much to be honest). I did this so that they wouldn't be afraid and stop touching me. That would ruin the fun for both of us. I would try to cover myself by pulling my skirt over my butt. I like the thought of being touched against my will and I'm sure many of the men who touched me also felt this way, so a little bit of resistance was always thrilling, especially when trying to avoid being caught. After some resistance, the man began touch my other areas, groping my breasts. He would stop touching me between stations, but during the longer ride he finally put his hand into my panties and began fingering me whilst his other hand groped my breasts from under my shirt.

The man was stuck to me like glue, and I felt something hard on my butt which I presumed was his cock. I hadn't realized when he had taken it out. He continued fingering and groping me for a while longer while I tried stopping him with my feeble attempts. The only thoughts in my head at that time were that it felt good and if he was going to r**e me right on the spot.

He didn't. His cock didn't enter me but he came from behind me. I could feel his hot cum as it dripped down my left. Afterwards I left without looking back as my heart was beating really fast and I was rushing toward to restroom to clean up.

I need to point out that m****ters usually aren't that bold and it normally ends with a little groping, but it wasn't like it never happened. What happened after was the more unusual part.

If people have read up to here and are still interested I'll add the next part as I don't want to write too much in one post.