The sense of fulfillment on the tram

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One day during summer vacation after my senior year of high school, I went out with my classmates. We went shopping and watched a movie. As usual, the sun was about to set when we parted ways to take the subway home. Standing in the crowd, my youthful and pretty appearance still attracted quite a few men's gazes. Although it wasn't the first time I'd been looked at like that, I still felt a little shy. I was wearing a white batwing-sleeved blouse, slightly see-through, revealing my light green bra. The loose-fitting clothes didn't hide my figure at all; instead, they made my breasts look even more prominent, while my waist, which I wasn't entirely satisfied with, was only slightly covered. I'd say my shoulders and collarbones are quite sexy, and my breasts are particularly sensitive. Sometimes, when I'd sit in the classroom and overhear boys whispering about me, they'd mention almost every part of my body—things like how a little bit of flesh on my waist must feel amazing to touch, or how my legs were fleshy but had a nice shape. But every time they said something like, "I really want those fleshy breasts," I felt an unbearable urge to touch my chest. I wore a blue A-line pleated skirt, the hem falling right to mid-thigh. At first, I was quite happy with the skirt, but later I realized the hem was very stiff, and sometimes bending over would cause me to accidentally expose myself. In spring, I would wear safety shorts, but it's just too hot in summer, so this is the only option. Below that were black knee-high socks and brown round-toe ankle boots. I felt that knee-high socks would dig into my thighs, making my legs look thicker, but my best friend told me they looked really good, so I wore them like that and didn't bother buying a size larger; I always buy this size.

I got off the escalator and entered the subway station. It was rush hour, and while I hadn't felt anything during the day, looking at the crowds of people shoulder to shoulder now made me feel particularly helpless. After swiping my card and walking to the platform, I took out my phone from my bag in a quiet corner and noticed a couple leaning against the wall making out nearby. The girl was wearing a light blue cropped t-shirt and only hot pants, with her knees pressed against the boy's legs. The boy was gently stroking the girl's waist with one hand and caressing her thighs, which were covered in stockings, with the other. The two were passionately kissing, the girl looking completely blissful. I wanted to try it myself to see if it was really that pleasurable… My face flushed as I looked down at my phone, but my gaze kept drifting towards them. The romance novel I'd just opened on my phone was also showing the protagonists making out in the story…

The subway pulled into the station, and I followed the couple in. Luckily, I got a seat. Sitting there, I watched them still making out nearby. From my angle, I could see their every move through the gaps in the crowd. The guy had one arm around the girl, kneading her pert buttocks, while his other hand slipped inside her clothes from behind, caressing her. They didn't seem to care about the stares of others. I felt increasingly uncomfortable, like I had a fever, especially my groin, which felt like it was being electrocuted, and I unconsciously clenched my fists together.
I'd only been on the bus for one stop when an elderly woman boarded and walked up to me. I stood up to offer her my seat, and she smiled and thanked me. I smiled back and said "You're welcome," then followed the flow of people to the handrail and grabbed it. But just then, the crowd thickened. Now I was getting closer and closer to the young couple. They were being intimate without any restraint; I could even hear the wet sounds of their kissing and the girl's moans. Two stops later, because it was rush hour, I was almost completely surrounded by people, but I could still see the couple through the gaps. I held my bag and phone in one hand, pretending to look at my phone, while gripping the handrail with the other to steady myself. The cramped carriage was packed with people; at each stop, it felt like more people were getting on than off. I felt like I was being pushed from all sides, but my mind wasn't on that at all; I was completely focused on the couple. Just then, I felt someone pressed against my back, subtly touching my body, especially my buttocks, which felt like something was pressing against them and rubbing against me. As I looked around, I noticed people in the crowd intentionally or unintentionally rubbing their legs and arms against me. Although it was annoying, I didn't pay much attention.

Suddenly, a hand landed on my buttocks. I could clearly feel five fingers and a large palm gently kneading through my skirt. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, quickly shutting my mouth, frozen in place, unsure what to do…

"Ah..."

I let out a soft moan as the kneading intensified. I quickly glanced around; no one seemed to notice me. My face flushed, I was about to turn around when I heard someone whisper in my ear, "Look, they're about to get to the main event." A deep voice came from behind me, and my gaze returned to the couple. The people around them seemed to be fiddling with their phones, but their eyes, like mine, were fixed on the couple. The boy had one of the girl's legs wrapped around his waist, and her clothes were disheveled. She was supporting herself on one leg, her arms tightly wrapped around the boy's neck, her slender, snow-white waist swaying gently. The boy's hand had somehow moved to her chest, kneading and pinching the girl's breasts. The girl, in response, raised her neck and leaned against the boy's shoulder, gently nibbling at his earlobe. At this moment, the boy turned his head and licked the girl's neck, while his hand, which had been kneading her breasts, slowly moved towards her hot pants. Seeing this scene, I felt my mouth go dry. I didn't even care that my body was being played with, but my body involuntarily went limp and I leaned against the person behind me. I felt my dress being lifted up, and he kneaded my buttocks through my cotton underwear. He squeezed my buttocks hard and lifted them up, forcing me to stand on tiptoe to cope.

Holding my phone and gripping the railing beside me, I watched the girl being played with, completely oblivious to the fact that I was in the same position. Although my eyes were fixed on that girl, my expression was probably the same as hers. Slowly, the man behind me slipped his hand through the gap in my underwear, his large, hot hand kneading my buttocks, feeling one cheek being pinched and spread apart. His fingers finally touched my vulva, and just as I was about to resist, he slowly moved away, as if knowing my thoughts, and instead stroked my anus... until my underwear was pulled down. Instinctively, I gently twisted my waist, feeling a large, hot, cylindrical object placed between my legs. At this moment, the man's other hand, which hadn't moved, began to stroke my waist. Through the thin shirt, I could feel the warmth of his hand. Like a frog placed in warm water, I could no longer resist. His arms wrapped around me, one above the other, lifting my skirt to caress my inner thighs, and reaching under my clothes to caress my body, slowly exploring towards my breasts. He easily and quickly went around to my back, unhooked my bra, and then instantly pinched my left breast. The boy not far away silenced the girl with a kiss, his hand in her hot pants suddenly quickening its pace. The girl convulsed as if struck by lightning, a muffled groan escaping her blocked lips. Meanwhile, the man behind me rubbed against my crotch, his hand that had been caressing my inner thighs now probing my clitoris, pressing precisely on my nipple. In this fiery embrace, the man's mature caresses made me unable to hold back a soft moan...
"Ah...~"

"You don't want anyone to see this, do you?"

Hearing the words in my ear, I couldn't help but turn my head away, wanting to look at him. Just then, a stubble-covered chin pressed against my face, revealing only a large pair of sunglasses and a fairly handsome face. The next second, my lips were captured in a kiss. The smell of smoke from the man's breath filled my mouth, and I felt his tongue frantically taking from and plundering my mouth. His tongue transferred my saliva into his mouth, making me feel as if I were suffocating. The speed of his penis rubbing against me increased, and the pressure from his hand on my clitoris intensified. After a quick pinch on my left breast, he accurately shifted his attention to my right nipple. Inexperienced as I was, I felt a sudden triple stimulation, causing a surge of heat to erupt within me. I convulsed and spasmed, collapsing limply into his arms, my arms barely able to support me. During this moment, he stopped. A gush of heat from the tip of his penis, which had been throbbing wildly between my legs, sprayed onto my thighs. His hand beneath me gently brushed between my legs, wiping my vulva as well.

"Eat it all up."

He held the liquid in his hand and put it into my mouth, stroking my tongue as he turned my head to show me the couple from before. The girl, her face flushed, was nestled in the boy's arms, while I felt the slippery liquid in my mouth, a fishy taste filling my brain. But I couldn't help but gently lick his fingers until he took his hand out of my mouth, buttoned up my clothes, pulled up my underwear, and watched me stand up before slowly disappearing into the crowd. My legs were trembling as I heard my stop. I hurriedly got off the train just before the doors closed. As the doors closed, I looked back and saw two puddles of liquid on the ground, trampled on by people. I heard people who had just entered the carriage say that the smell was strange, and then I realized that one of the puddles was that couple's, and the other was mine... Feeling the slippery, wet sensation in my genitals, I staggered home and saw a note on the shoe rack: my grandparents had gone on a trip and wouldn't be back until the day after tomorrow. I lay alone in bed, and I couldn't help but think about what had happened today. Then I realized that I was still wearing my soaked underwear... My mind was filled with the scene of that couple's passionate entanglement. My whole body seemed to be still immersed in the toying of that pervert on the train. I felt like I couldn't resist this lingering stimulation. I could even feel the liquid constantly flowing from my vagina, making me feel so uncomfortable, and even my nipples were swollen. How I longed to go back to the subway, to be played with by that man again… So I casually pulled the curtains shut, lifted my shirt, took off my bra, touched my breasts, pinched my pink nipples, and felt waves of electricity coursing through my body. My other hand reached into my completely soaked skirt, pulled aside my panties, and stroked my vulva with my fingers. I spread my labia and gently rubbed them together. There was a sticky, slippery liquid on them. I put my hand in front of me and saw the glistening, sticky fluid. I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted the fishy, hormonal flavor. Slowly stroking my body, waves of pleasure washed over me. Looking at the glistening fluid flowing from my vagina, I couldn't help but lie down on the bed, stroking myself even more vigorously. Soon, I felt my breasts harden and swell, and my vaginal fluid flowed even more. Before long, a jolt of electric pleasure filled my entire body…

After the pleasure subsided, I felt something was missing, an emptiness inside, unlike the fullness I felt on the train…

From that day on, I developed a strong interest in sex, and subconsciously, my appearance became more revealing. The next day, I secretly took a large sum of my saved allowance and bought a lot of clothes: sexy, simple crop tops, low-cut blouses, short skirts barely covering my hips, hot pants that exposed my buttocks, and four or five pairs of various stockings. Although the shop assistants' eager gazes made me a little shy, my desire overcame my shame. Back home, I also ordered several pieces of lingerie and high heels online. After that, I sometimes couldn't resist wearing those clothes to take the bus, the most crowded one. Even though I rode the same train several times, I never ran into that person. Of course, there were perverts, but at most they just touched and groped. It satisfied my vanity, but the desire inside me didn't diminish at all… Later, even when I went out with classmates, I would carry a large backpack filled with all sorts of alluring clothes. After parting ways with my classmates, I would walk down the street in those clothes, feeling a slight satisfaction at the men's eyes that seemed to want to devour me. After changing my dressing habits, I found that the more I dressed like that, the more attentive the men around me became. I was groped more often on the bus; the men looked at me as if they wanted to swallow me whole. But I didn't find it offensive; I even enjoyed it.

[The End]

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