1 - The Grope
On my way to high school I had to take subway into town - a way of transportation I really liked: swift, calm and warm. And I felt save, squashed into the anonymous mass of bodies like a sardine in a tin. Some men stared at my flat chest, others at my school skirt, some even dared to rub themselves against my bottom! This was all part of the daily excitement, and it made me feel adorable and desired. I was maybe much too young to have a real boyfriend, but I already craved for attention and longed for friendship. In school I was only another skinny virgin, but on the full fast train I was always a beautiful princess!
There - there was a hand on my buttock, rubbing slowly up and down. I was ready to turn around and slap the rude molester in his face, but surprised I looked at a gently smiling woman, her hair tied back and wearing cute teacher's glasses - she was so much more beautiful than I ever could be - and I wondered, why nobody was groping her! She had found the naked skin of my thighs under my skirt and moved steadily up to check the fit of my panties. I could fight off offensive men, had done so before - but with a woman that was a completely different game. And with her warm hand now in deep my panties, exploring the dark moist crack - I realized, that I had failed to react in time to her quick advance, and that it was too late to run away: I was caught!
Anyway: Her touch was tender and couldn't have been called groping. And when she pulled my panties down, I felt a dart of excitement, a stab of pride and a hot shiver down the spine. She knew exactly were the centre of my soul was located, how to activate my libido, and how to make me enjoy the manipulation. My head was burning red from shame, my grip on the rail was tense, but nobody had noticed the intimate play under the folds of my school skirt. Reaching around my waist the lady's fingers opened the lips of my sex and pulled out the tiny ticker with expertise. I could have fainted there and then, and stupidly I clenched my thighs hard to trap her hand between them.
But this unconscious female reaction only increased the pressure on my bladder, full with sweet morning tea - and in another unconscious female reaction my legs parted and stretched the panties wide. I felt my pussy parting for a pee, felt her finger diving in for a tickle of my hymen - a most exciting stimulation only a virgin was able to experience - my thighs quivered and my belly trembled, I lost a moment of control and gushed a hot spray of pee over her fingers, over my panties and down my legs. And I never had felt as naughty ever before, had heard about public pissing but was mostly disgusted with the matter. I turned around to see the face of my secret admirer again, but the mysterious lady had disappeared . . .
All day long I thought about the mystery woman, missed half of the teaching and failed an exam. And in the midst of two dozen girls I still felt alone, there was not one with which I could have shared my intimate feelings without being prime gossip for a month! On the train home I was looking out for the beautiful lady - I wanted to see her again for memorizing her pretty face, but she was not aboard. But a bit away from where I sat a middle-aged business was already working hard on a girl from another school. He was digging deep under her skimpy skirt, and the slut seemed to enjoy it. With her free hand she unpacked his ugly red monster from the restraint of the business pants and held on to it like to a safety rail - I was shocked!
The business man was already playing with her breasts under the jacket, desperately trying to find some soft skin or a teasing nipple. I was shivering - not just from disgust, no: from real jealousy! My own nipples were hardening in my tiny bra, and prickling like little traitors to all morals and decency. Oh - one of the perky breasts jumped out of her blouse and he squeezed it like sponge with his powerful hand. And even when still had no breasts I felt the pain and the pleasure of such a mean torture pulsing through me - and then my pussy started to dribble into the already soiled panties - it was time to me to get off the train. His semen on her dark skirt looked like spurts of condensed milk - sweet and white.