Since I can remember I had always considered the metro and tedious and most tedious, but a (very) good day learn that it is also a fun erotic transport and (especially).
Returning from a long day of classes and social service was very tired and just wanted to sit but no, never no place in transport and less on the hour-plus it would; so I resigned just settled near a handrail to hold on and stay near the door. Usually I tend to climb in the area of women because I had always heard that men tentones and that really bothered me. That day was no different.
The next season many men went to that car and that I was near the door was surrounded by all of them. He did not know where to move. As I watched those who had to side and front to face dare not touch me stupid, but did not see the back. Just put your arms to keep distance. Lately travel in the metro are very slow so I was already resigned to that would make me eternal journey.Suddenly he began to move very slow and abrupt manner wagon so all around me took the opportunity to rub any part of my body. That day he wore a black blouse that is supposed to be but not low-cut, to me the size of my breasts usually stay a little further down and as I am not very high, the view that these men had was panoramic. In one of these the train stopped and started around me "better accommodate" for not being so tight, but all in vain. I felt three bundles, one back and two at my side. By that time he was resigned to go there all toqueteada me, so just hid my liking, closed his eyes at times. Suddenly the package back began to grow considerably and felt longer between my buttocks, I stood over the ass (which is quite round) and he must have realized that so seconds after I grabbed my belt and pulled me toward it. He began to carve his fingers in my vagina but on the pants, I did not know how I was already surrounded by all my hip, try to open the lock but do not quit. The man on my right began to breathe deeper and I started talking to my ear. I said "you're rich, you would not, you're good, I would catch you here" and all that made it to catch me more and more, it was already quite wet. The man behind it was no longer enough scrubbing his penis on my butt, so I wanted to prove I try to open my pants again and succeeded. He rummaged through my thong, made a hand and began to put his fingers one to one. My movements were less discreet and I already wanted to moan with pleasure. He started walking to the train and back dick was already tough ... could not see who had such a good package, only the reflection of the door could tell he was a man about 30 or a little more. Suddenly he pulled out and pushed me forward and rearward force did not hit Mr. front so it felt harder ... nothing we were no longer discrete. Again his hand sought again my vagina and very wet but this time was different, it was bigger and tougher.Suddenly the man on the left was smiling and I could tell it was his hand. He was not content with two fingers, also wanted to cut the thong, the pulling and I hurt so stopped their attempts. Because it was the closing down and my clothes desacomodada decided not to get off at the station was, so I waited a base that was so me back on the same train. I never imagined what happened next.
