It was a tough season to find good targets, so I was just wandering around the platform when my eyes locked onto a passing office lady. Her appearance was stunning, especially the curve of her back and waistline. Dressed in a V-neck knit sweater, she exuded a mature yet sexy vibe, instantly making her my target.
I tried approaching her by pretending to be a serious-looking OL myself, creating some contact. Surprisingly, she seemed a bit shy, subtly trying to hide herself. Her reaction made my heart race with excitement.
I reached my hand onto her thigh, and the smoothness of her skin sent shivers through me. She froze in slight fear, unable to move—an adorable, erotic sight.
Next, I slipped my hand into her underwear. Other men around us got turned on too, sparking a fierce battle over her crotch. I couldn't calmly savor her pussy as I'd hoped, but the occasional touch of her soft, fleshy lips and the intense heat drove me wild with arousal.
When things finally calmed down, I shifted her panties aside to check her slit. The thick, fleshy folds clinging to my fingers overwhelmed me with lust. As I probed deeper into her crease, another guy tugged at her V-neck, trying to peek at her breasts—arousing my curiosity too.
The sight of a flash of pink bra beneath her opened blouse, the soft swell of her pale skin—it was captivating. She tried to push his hands away, but her resistance only heightened the erotic tension.
The scene of forcefully taking her was absolutely thrilling, keeping my excitement at its peak.
Even as other men’s fingers got in the way, she might have realized that strange men were fighting over her pussy right between her legs. The cruelty intensified, pushing my arousal to dangerous levels.
When the train arrived at the station, she stepped off as if nothing had happened. What emotions must have been swirling inside her?
The urge to find her again and assault her remains burning strongly within me even now.