On a train (Train Fantasy)

So, one of the dirty little fantasies I have had, probably because of seeing videos of this from those naughty Japanese AV producers, is being groped and taken on a train. (Please note, I have never been on a train before coming to Taiwan, and I am using the MRT layout as my reference, since I have only been on the High Speed Rail and they have normal seating, similar to airplanes, that would not work in this fantasy. The layout can be seen here for how I imagine the scenario, with two guys behind me, surrounding me to block the view, one guy leaning against the clear panel so he doesn't see what is going on, and three guys in the seat in front of me. It is a fantasy, so you must suspend belief for it to work) Here is my dirty little fantasy:

I watch the scenery roll by as the train makes it's way along the tracks, the soft swaying entrancing. Beautiful green fields full of newly blossomed flowers, tightly packed houses full of hustling, bustling people. Here a truck stopped at the railroad crossing, waiting to move past on his way to his destination.

Cross country trips can be fun, with wonderful sights and sounds. But this cross country trip was more than I expected.

It was standing room only, packed for the holidays, so I was left staring out the window. True, I like watching the scenery roll by, but the press of bodies was overwhelming. It seemed to me there were very few women in this car, in fact, I could not see another at all, so I felt a bit isolated in this sea of men. I wore one of my favorite outfits (Skirt found here and tank top with over-shirt found here).

With so many people crowded into a small, confined space, you had the occasional bumping, nudging, accidental poking and prodding that you might expect.

I felt a slight touch on my ass, a hand brushing me unexpectedly. Just someone shifting around, surely an accident. I moved slightly and the hand was no longer in contact.

I continued to watch the landscape roll by, enjoying the bright light streaming outside.

Perhaps finding no other space, a man stood behind me, his hand over my head to hold the strap. I could occasionally feel his breath on the top of my head. My skirt shifted slightly, a slight brush against the back, then nothing.

I continued watching outside, thinking nothing of it, assuming that the natural push of the crowd caused someone to inadvertently brush against me.

The man moved slightly closer, so when we shifted as the train turned, I could feel him bump into me, and even once bumping into me hard enough to shove me a slight bit forward.

It was so crowded. Heat rolled off the bodies, pressed together, making it slightly warm, even with the trains air conditioning going.

I felt him move against me, pressed up so his left side was pressed against the back of my right side.

I glanced over at him, gave him a look. He flushed, shrugging his shoulders and giving me an awkward half grin, as if saying "Sorry, it is too crowded, I can't help being here".

Turning again to look out the window, I thought nothing of it.

Soon, I felt a hand again on my ass, but this time, not a brush, but resting there, softly, barely making contact, but having enough contact that my skirt was pressed against me, and I could feel the slight, ever so slight, pressure of a hand against me.

Trying to ignore it, I continued looking through the window.

The pressure increased, the hand now firmly against me, fingers motionless, hand sitting there, as if resting.

Well, I guess someone wanted a feel. There was no denying it at this point, the man was definitely copping a feel.

I pushed my ass back slightly, against his hand, then forward again.

The train shifted again, and the man stumbled against me. His hand again going to my skirt, this time fingers moving slightly, probing the curve of my ass.

No mistaking it, this guy wanted a feel. I looked over at him, and he gave me a guilty little grin. I licked my lips, slowly.

Emboldened now, he started running his free hand over my ass, feeling the curve of it, exploring my skirt. After a minute or so, I saw another arm appear over my head, as another man grabbed the bar to steady himself.

Apparently he saw what the one guy was doing, because a second hand appeared on me, exploring my other ass cheek.

Soon, they were both rubbing and squeezing my ass through my skirt and panties.

The two moved together, shoulder to shoulder, forming a wall behind me.

One hand moved down, contacting the bare skin of my leg just below the hem of my skirt. The other hand soon joined it, but did not stop there. Following my leg upward, my skirt was lifted slightly, the hand making contact with my panties, running along the bottom, where the elastic held them tight against my leg.

On the opposite side, the hand moved up, past the elastic, exploring my ass through my panties. No longer was he feeling me through my skirt, but closer, almost in contact.

A finger slipped under the leg elastic, coming into contact with the flesh of my ass, working its way back and forth. The other, moving to the waistband, then down to explore the top area.

One hand moved up, the other down, until each ass cheek was being groped and my panties were twisting between them.

The man on the right of me, who was going down from the top, removed his hand completely while the other started running his fingers along my ass crack, then trying to put his fingers inside. I clamped my cheeks together, denying him access.

The other hand came back, but this time running along the side of my panties, before tugging the side downward.

Once the other guy noticed what was being done, he joined in to help, and started pulling down my panties on the left side.

Soon my panties slid down, appearing below my skirt, slid down further, until they fell to my knees.

I shifted my legs until they fell down to my shoes. The man in front of me noticed, looked into my eyes with a little alarm, and a little lust. He watched their decent from hemline to shoes. Bunched around my shoes, he leaned forward, reaching down, trying to angle himself so he could peek up my skirt. The two other men on the seat looked at him, looked at me, and looked where he was reaching, towards my shoes, with my panties bunched up around them.

The man on the seat in front of me reached for my panties. I lifted my shoes, shaking them off, until they fell to the floor. He grabbed them up, sniffed them, then shyly handed them to me.

Taking them from him, I slipped them into my purse.

That was the signal for them that I was fair game.

The other two men looked at each other, grinning from ear to ear, before turning their gaze towards me.

The back of my skirt again lifted, and the men ran their hands over my now bare ass. This time, I let one of them put his fingers between my cheeks, run his fingers along my crack, inside my crack, start fingering my anus lightly.

The other man, seeing that my ass was currently busy, instead decided to move his hands to my shirt. He slipped his hand under the bottom of my shirt, up my side, to much controlled laughing as he tickled me.

He slipped his hand around to the front, and my tank top wriggled with his fingers trying to move further up my body.

The man in the seat in front of me lifted my skirt, staring at my Bermuda Triangle shaved pubic hair (Yes, this is my real trim, normally either this, a Bikini line, or a landing strip. I have only went full Brazilian once, when I messed up the trim).

He ran his fingers through my fur, while the other guy fingered my ass, and the third guy had reached my bra, trying to get around the top and inside the cup.

The man on my left stopped fingering my ass, reaching up to unclasp my bra. holding up my hand, palm forward, they stopped. I took off my bra, moving first one strap out the arm hole, then down and off my arm, followed by the other side, to finally pull my bra out of the arm hole. One of the men laughed, and I tucked it into my purse, to sit along side my panties.

I adjusted my stance to balance myself from the movements of the swaying train, spreading my legs slightly (Do you honestly think I would spread my legs to maintain balance?). Fingers slid between my legs, the man sitting in front of me rubbing the outside of my pussy, trying to work his way inside. The other two men behind me each brought an arm around, under my shirt, each playing with a breast and nipple.

Noticing the man on the seat in front of me was unable to get his fingers inside, I spread my legs wider. I was greeted with a finger hitting its destination, entering me, feeling around inside my wet pussy.

I bit my tongue to prevent a moan from escaping me as he felt around inside me, while the man beside him reached over to start caressing my upper thigh.

This left me with a hand on each breast, a hand caressing my right thigh, and fingers penetrating me. The last guy on the seat, unfortunately, was unable to do anything other than watch. I was positively in bliss.

I pushed the man's hands away from my pussy, feeling bad for the other two guys, and shifted over, little by little, until I was directly in front of the man in the middle.

Now, all three was able to touch me without leaning over to the point of absurdity.

The man behind me, on the left side, went back to playing with my ass, playing with my anus, the man on the other side continued working on my right breast. The man sitting in front of me took over pussy duty, putting his fingers inside me while he used his thumb to stimulate my clit. The man sitting on the left side took over my other breast, fingering my nipple with slight flicks, while the man on the right side started rubbing my leg, reaching behind to fondle my ass then to the front to play in my pubic hair.

Hands all over me, trying to penetrate my anus, penetrating my pussy, fondling my breasts, drove me wild, so I was panting to prevent myself from crying out as I wanted to.

I took my hands off the handstraps and grabbed the head of the man in front of me, pulling him towards my pussy. Bending his head slightly, he ran his tongue along the top of my pussy, not able to get his tongue any closer. He was bent over, hunched, while licking my pussy the best he could.

Removing the hands from me, I knelt down, then pulled the man in the middle towards me, making him shift until his groin was comfortable positioned.

I unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis, being rewarded with a maddened lustful grin. Putting it in my mouth, I ran the head across my tongue while I swallowed his penis. Then, moving up and down, deepthroating him, I continued until be burst inside me.

I looked him in the eye, then slowly swallowed his cum, causing him to gulp slightly while staring at me wide-eyed.

Standing back upright, I grabbed the groins of the two men behind me. I worked at their pants until I located their zippers, working their penises out, until I had them firmly grasped in each hand.

I jerked their shafts upward and downward, working them as best I could, until they too came on my outer thighs and ass.

I had the man in the middle shift spots with the seated man on the left, then had him pull out his hard penis.

Turning around, I carefully sat down on his lap, working his penis into my pussy, until he was all the way in. The two men to either side worked their hands under my shirt, playing with my breasts while I rode the other. Up and down, bounce bounce, I rode him until he popped, cumming inside me.

I stood up, and motioned for him to exchange places with the man on the right side.

This time, as I squatted down over him, he had already pulled out his penis. I wanted more though, so I worked his balls out, then again worked him into my wet, cum drenched pussy.

I rode him until he too exploded, but this time I gave his balls a slight twist and squeeze, causing him to cum even more.

With that, I stood back up, adjusted my clothes, and moved past the men, feeling the cum drip down my leg, wondering if anyone would look there, noticing it dripping down as I leaked out the two men's cum. It was my stop, and I left the train, no panties, no bra, cum and my own juices dripping from me with nothing to hold them in. It was a good train ride.