Seeing a woman heading toward the station was no coincidence. Her walk was unusually seductive, and I couldn't take my eyes off her back. Watching her climb the stairs from behind, the way she swayed her hips and moved her hands made it clear—she was definitely a hot one. Just her walk alone was so damn erotic it made my groin stir.
Once we were on board, I started touching her. Even through my mask, I could see her disgusted expression. Her beautiful face twisting in discomfort was unbelievably sexy. I got so turned on I skipped foreplay and went straight to fingering her. She wasn't wet enough yet, but I didn't care—I carefully traced my fingers along her mucous membranes, and she let out a soft moan, "Ahnn..." Her expression began to shift. Watching her gradually develop that lustful look, I knew she was getting into it.
Then came the slutty juices spilling from her hole—so damn hot. But what happened next shocked me even more. I felt something brushing against my crotch. Thinking there might be a pervert around, I looked—but no one was there. Yet an unknown hand started groping me, and the way it touched me felt like reverse molestation.
This is too perverted... but damn, it feels amazing. With touches like that, I instantly got hard. If it kept going, I might've blown my load right then. Not wanting to lose, I intensified my fingering—her slutty face was going wild, her crotch even more so. The mix of excitement and raw eroticism blurred everything; I don't even remember the last few minutes. All I know is that it felt absolutely incredible.
As I watched her get off the train, I stood there dazed, thinking, "Women like this still exist?" Who the hell was she—this woman who could make me feel so good even through my pants?