It was only drizzling when I left the office, but by the time I was heading to the station, it had turned into a downpour... I'm soaked from head to toe.
My bra might be showing through my blouse... but I figured nobody would care.
I was wrong... I got groped. Was it because my underwear was showing? It's been so long since that happened to me.
At work, younger juniors keep joining the company. When I first started, I got quite a bit of attention, but now nobody looks at me as a woman anymore.
So, somewhere along the way, I had given up on being a woman.
But when I was groped, I felt an inappropriate sense of joy. It made me feel like I could still be seen with erotic eyes as a woman.
Since then, I started riding the train without a bra.
One day, the train's air conditioning broke, and the inside became like a sauna. My blouse stuck tightly to my skin with sweat. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, my areolas and nipples were completely visible.
Then, without hesitation, a man slipped in behind me and reached for my breasts... This was it... the thrill, excitement, and pleasure I had been longing for.
He was much more experienced than the previous groper... he must have some technique. This is bad... if this keeps up, I'm going to moan out loud.
Not satisfied with just my breasts, his hand reached inside my skirt. Wait... something hard is touching me... is he trying to insert it!?
Auuuugh!! I wasn't mentally prepared for this!! Having groping sex on a train is just too crazy.
It was only for a few minutes, but I was overwhelmed by a pleasure I had never felt in my life.
The afterglow of the groping... sex for the first time in so long... Before I knew it, I was masturbating at the office while working...
I found the man who groped me and chased him down, cornering him in a public restroom.
"I want you to continue what we did the other day..."
I might be an incredible pervert.
