Taking advantage of the long holiday weekend to go shopping, I found the subway packed beyond imagination—crowds pouring in like morning rush hour. The crush was so intense I could barely stand, pressed tightly against a man beside me, and no matter how I tried to move away, we kept getting pushed closer together. Because of this, the person in front of me kept brushing against my hips and upper thighs, poking slightly, making my heart unexpectedly race. The combination of close contact in the air-conditioned car and the swaying of the train made me gradually aware of the man behind me getting harder and harder. Each time my chest pressed against the person in front, strange sensations ran through me. With the rocking of the train, a faint body odor wafted over, making me feel dizzy. By chance, the man beside me touched near my jeans pocket with his hand, making me twitch involuntarily. From behind and from the side, hard, erect cocks kept pressing into me. Honestly, it made me feel so weird—like, "Oh no, this is bad." Especially since my breasts are so sensitive, my nipples were already hard even though nothing was being done to them. Since it was a subway, the strange excitement couldn't last long, so I rushed into the station restroom. Remembering the cock I'd been pressed against earlier, I started roughly rubbing my nipples and came quickly, already soaked. Being touched by hard, hot cocks from the front, back, and sides in a packed train is amazing. The motion of the train thrusts deep inside, and trying to stay quiet, hiding it from everyone around, makes it feel incredibly good. Lost in that fantasy, I masturbated in the station bathroom.