First message
the chime for the doors opening fills the cab as people enter and exit. You firmly hold on to the pole as the cab fills up and a tall man slides behind you
“Doors closing” - says a robotic voice from the metro cab intercom. The train jolts to a start and the man pulls me against him. The hardness pressing from his trousers to the back of my thigh, I pretend to ignore it
I feel him work his hand under my skirt running a thumb over my seam veiled only by a cotton pair of panties