A super brave and handsome uncle was harassed on the subway.

On the eve of the National Day holiday, I went to Harbin West for an event and returned to Jiangbei University Town in the evening. Because of the large crowds, I chose to board the subway at the very back, but it was still very crowded. Since I was going to the final stop, I tried to squeeze to the very back. Because of the crowd, some jostling was inevitable. Finally, I reached the very edge, leaned against the carriage, put on my headphones, and listened to music while waiting for my stop.
It seemed like two more stops had passed, and many more people boarded, making it even more crowded. A middle-aged man squeezed next to me; he looked to be in his thirties, quite tall and handsome, wearing glasses. I glanced at him but didn't pay much attention. Little did I know, he was a pervert. I was leaning against the wall, and he was facing sideways towards me. I felt his arm, hanging at his side, brush against my chest, albeit very slightly. I was wearing jeans, a turtleneck sweater, and a trench coat, but it wasn't buttoned up. His arm was positioned right where my open trench coat was. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but after being brushed against several times, I was certain he was doing it on purpose.
However, I didn't walk away or stop him. It wasn't because I was aroused; that kind of thing only happens in movies, it's all nonsense. No one gets horny from being touched a couple of times on the subway. The reason I did this was simple: I wanted to see just how bold he was on the subway. So, I subtly pulled my jeans down a little, so that even though they were already low-rise, my lower abdomen and part of my underwear were exposed. Then, I pretended to stretch slightly, letting my sweater ride up a bit, just enough to expose my lower abdomen, and then nonchalantly continued listening to music with my eyes closed, waiting and guessing his next move.
Obviously, he noticed my change. He quickly made his move. He looked at me again, his arm almost pressed against my body. I could feel him watching me, but I was a little afraid to look at him, so I kept my eyes closed and turned my head away. I was thinking, what are you going to do? What do you dare to do?
Little did I know, what he did next really startled me, and my whole body tensed up. His hand, with the back of it pressed against my lower abdomen, began to gently touch and slide. It wasn't just against my skin; it had even touched my panties. My panties weren't thongs, but they were still triangle lace, thin and sheer. His touch instantly gave me goosebumps. I panicked slightly, glancing around out of the corner of my eye. Thankfully, although there were many people, we were in a corner, and everyone else had their backs to me. My trench coat conveniently covered his arm, which slightly eased my anxiety. I figured he wouldn't dare do anything under these circumstances; a few rubs wouldn't hurt. Sure enough, he didn't do anything further. Instead, he continued to squeeze and rub my breasts with his arm, and gently touched my lower abdomen and navel with the back of his hand and fingers. The movements were very slight, neither particularly comfortable nor uncomfortable, but definitely stimulating, making my nipples erect and my vagina gradually wet.
I thought that was the extent of the harassment for today. Unexpectedly, the clear sensation on my thigh made me tense up again. I opened my eyes slightly in surprise and looked down. It turned out that my jeans were the kind with holes, and there was a hole right near the top of my left thigh. His fingers were probing into that hole, gently touching the soft flesh of my thigh. I reflexively pulled my legs together, intending to stop his intrusion. Unexpectedly, this backfired, trapping his fingers between my legs. His fingers, which hadn't even touched my vulva yet, were now pressed against it through my underwear. I was both ashamed and angry, completely at a loss for what to do. My mind was in turmoil, and my breathing became rapid. All I could do was try my best to close my eyes, immerse myself in the music, and do something self-deceptive to alleviate the embarrassment. But I knew I had been seen through. The burning sensation from my ears to the base of my neck had already given me away. I squinted and looked around; one stop to the finish line. I could only deceive myself, telling myself that I just needed to hold on a little longer, that nothing bad would happen, and that we'd be there soon.
But what I feared most came true; perhaps knowing we were almost at the station, he didn't want to miss this opportunity to molest me. He suddenly intensified his finger movements, no longer just gentle touches, but directly rubbing up and down through my underwear. My already aroused little sister couldn't withstand such an invasion. The electric shock-like sensation almost made me lose my balance. Instinctively, I grabbed his arm and whispered, "No, stop." He was clearly excited too; he wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulled me close, and whispered in my ear, "Baby, it'll be over soon." My bottom line was that I couldn't let him insert his fingers; this was the subway, in public, it was too embarrassing. And it wasn't hygienic either. So, I gripped his arm tightly with both hands, preventing him from going any further. However, his technique was deadly; under the constant teasing of his fingers, my defenses were breached. In the last few seconds before entering the station, he still managed to pull down my wet underwear, pressing his fingers directly against my vulva and scraping them, then inserting them and probing several times. At that moment, I was almost overwhelmed by stimulation and lust. Barely clinging to the last shred of reason, I pulled his hand away. My legs went weak, and I collapsed to the ground. After calming myself down, I rushed out of the subway station amidst the strange looks of passersby, jogging all the way back to my dorm.
I lay in bed for a while to quell my burning desire before taking a shower. After showering, lying in bed, I recalled the absurdity of what had just happened, looking at my erect nipples and the small clitoris protruding from my vulva. Unable to control myself, I masturbated once more before finally falling into a deep sleep. But even as I drifted off to sleep, the image of that tall, handsome older man lingered in my mind.

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