u/Always_curious9

I F21 was travelling with a group of friends in the metro during peak hour and was stuck to pole with my boobs on the pole. A guy in his early 20s kept his hand at that spot and when I gave no reaction started slowly moving his hands over the boobs. I felt so hot with all my friends around and no one could see what was happening as his hands were covered by the people around. This continued for 10 minutes and as the main stop came up before leaving he just gave it a nice squeeze near my nipple and got of the train with the crowd. Now all I crave everytime I get on is someone do this to me and i always stand near the pole with my boobs on it so this can happen

So, I get onto a very crowded metro. I squeeze myself through the crowd to move away from the entrance and try to find a little spot for myself but there isn't any. Noticing me struggling to carry myself in a sari (and maybe how good I look in it), you kindly offer me the corner you were standing in. I gratefully take up on your offer, and soon after I've settled you realize how close I am to you... with me basically standing with my back to your chest. You instinctively shift back a little, only to get shoved forward again by the swelling crowd. "Oh, sorry... I didn't mean to," you murmur. "It's okay," I reply.

More people get on, and it's ridiculous how we're all expected to just make it work. We're standing so close that you can totally smell my perfume mixed with my sweat. You gently let your fingers graze the back of my thigh through my sari as if on accident. "Sorry... I didn't—" you say quietly, but then you see that I haven't noticed.

Whenever train speeds up, physics does its thing and I shift my weight closer to you, unintentionally leaning into your body. It must be tempting for you to reach out and touch me again. You carefully place your hand on me, softly feeling over my ass and gently squeezing... just enough that it can't be mistaken for an accident this time. I glance back at you, and you try so hard to avoid my gaze. What all must be going on in your mind!  But I don't say anything, and go back to checking my phone.

In the ruckus of people getting on and off the train, you're pushed into me again... and this time, your hand accidentally grazes the bare skin of my waist, exposed by my sari. I glance back at you again, but yet again don't say a word. We're standing so close that I can feel your breath on my neck... it must be all too easy to grope me however you wanted to.

You decide to feel brave, and put your left hand on me and gently squeeze my exposed waist. No response from me, I don't even turn back to look at you. You can see that I closed my eyes in response, and you know I liked it. My silence becomes your encouragement, and your grip on me tightens. A quiet moan escapes my lips, and hearing me like that snaps something in your mind. You escalate things by moving your hand up to my boob under my sari, feeling it through my blouse. I gasp audibly, and turn back to look at you, only now properly seeing your face. A naughty grin is on your face and a shy smile perks up on mine.

You push yourself more onto me, and I don’t even think the crowd had anything to do with it this time. Through the layers of my sari and your pants, I can faintly feel your hardness against my ass. If anyone were looking at us, they would only see our backs and assume we’re standing really close (and maybe even mistake us for a couple)—but that would just be because of how crowded it is... they would be oblivious to where your hand really is. You begin to fondle my boob, and more moans slip from my lips and get lost in the noises of the crowded train. I can feel you breathing me in as your fingers brush over my hardened nipple. I press myself more firmly against you, sliding my ass back to really feel how hard you are. 

You move your hand down to quickly adjust your pants... for me to rub my ass better against your bulge. Your hand goes back to fondling my boob, squeezing my waist on the way. You blow warm air onto my exposed, sweaty neck and I turn to look at you with a needy expression. Just as our eyes meet you squeeze my breast hard... and a kinda-loud-but-not-actually-loud moan escapes my lips, right into your face. Just then, there's an announcement notifying that the next stop is the one where I have to get off. I quickly straighten myself and move toward the exit without looking back at you. My heart is pounding with mixed emotions.

As I get off the train and walk towards the station exit, I hear someone shouting behind me: “Hellooo… excuse me…”

I’m almost sure it’s you, but I don’t stop or turn around as my feelings are still tangled, and you’re still just a stranger. But you run to catch up with me, waving my card in your hand. “You dropped this,” you say. It must have slipped when I was straightening myself and exiting the train quickly. I take it and thank you, looking right at you awkwardly.

You break the awkward silence by saying, "So....... you seemed to have enjoyed that..."

I can't help but blush as I whisper, “Yes.”

"I did too," you admit. Awkward silence again. "So... you like being groped by strangers like that...?" you ask.

I get all flustered, and only respond with a small, shy smile.

“Did you… is this even your stop?” I ask.

You shake your head. “No. I only got off for you.”

I thank you again, and as you turn to leave, I say, “I’ll be on the same train again tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah? Then I’ll be there too,” you reply and run back to catch your train.

Again happened in the metro like previous incidents. I was in plazo and top. The plazo is this af. So, this guy who was behind me during the metro started to come close as the metro kept getting more people inside. And then it happened, he humped from behind. As the plazo was thin, I could feel his crotch area.

He didn't touch or did anything more but humped many times whenever there was a new station and metro applied brakes, he just used to hump from behind.

My post from previous subreddit before it got banned:

I was returning back to my hotel from the meeting and as it was rush hour, the metro was jam packed. I got in and within 5 mins I sensed his pelvic area including crotch on my back.

It's not new to me. I've experienced groping before too but what made this encounter special was his pants had no underwear. I can feel it that he had no underwear inside. I had never experienced or even sensed something like this.

This was by far the nastiest thing I've ever done....for a bit of background, i am in India, and a LOT of groping happens on Indian buses. Solo women travellers prefer to sit towards the front of the bus for their own safety... This time, i didn't WANT safety, i wanted to be groped by an anonymous stranger.

I was supposed to take an overnight bus once. Travelling alone, so i smoked a couple of joints before getting to the bus station... When the high hit, i was just HORNY AS FUCKKKK. So horny, that i went into the filthy public toilet and took my bra off. Panties, elastic waisted yoga pants and a sweatshirt. Pulled my pants nice and tight into my crotch for a very visible camel toe and hard nipples rubbing against my sweatshirt, i got into the bus and moved towards the darkness of the back seats...the conductor told me to sit in the front but i said no and went and sat in the back, in a window seat, turned my body towards the window, put a blanket over myself and dozed off....

I was dimly aware of a man taking the seat next to mine, but kept my eyes closed, face turned away towards the window. When the bus started moving, he decided to take his chance, putting his hand under the blanket and softly stroking my tit. I pretended to sleep, allowing him to touch me a little more. I still remember his sharply indrawn breath when he realised there was no bra to hinder his groping of my tit. To him, i OBVIOUSLY wanted it.... From my seat choice to my lack of underwear. So he got bolder, making circles on my nipple over the sweatshirt.... My body responding and my nipple grows tight and hard under his fingers .... His hand slips under my sweatshirt and straight on my flesh. Now he abandons all pretence - rolling my nipple between his fingers, pinching at it.... Leans over and whispers in my ear "i know you're awake" .... My heart races but i still keep my eyes closed.... His movements and groping all out now, he's squeezing my tit flesh and he chuckled when he notices i am biting my lip to stay quiet.....

"Let's see what u have down there hmmmm?" ....and his hand slips lower over my belly and into the waistband of my pants and panties..... His fingers on my VERY wet slit... Another chuckle when he realised I was turned on and dripping wet .... His finger rubs my clit and he turns slightly so he is sort of spooning me, his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks ..... He talks dirty into my ear, calling me a slut and a whore while rubbing my clit faster and faster, feeling me get wetter and wetter..... I made a soft whimper, wanting to feel his fingers inside me and suddenly he plunges two fingers into my dripping wet hole like he KNEW what i wanted..... I felt a sudden gush on his hand and knew i had shown him exactly how much I loved it..... More chuckles ..... But he doesn't stop.... Pumping his fingers into me till you could hear my cunt making wet squelchy sounds as he finger fucked me.... So fucking wettttt..... Suddenly he stops.

I almost whimpered with disappointment as i felt him stir and get up from his seat.

Not for long.

He got up and moved and ANOTHER MAN took his place. His friend who was sitting behind us and hearing it all !!!!

No preamble, his hands roamed my body too .... His hands in my pants, his fingers fucking me....

Those two men.... They made me cum over and over and over again.... And i never even saw their faces.