04-04-2020, 06:04 PM
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Once inside, it was obvious that any seats that had been recently vacated had already been taken. Sonali sighed again as she made her way into the middle of the bogie.
She felt people behind her pushing a bit as more and more people entered the bogie. There was hardly any room to breathe. For a moment, Sonali felt her mind started to panic. Calm down, she told herself, forcing herself to take deep breaths. This was not a time to let her claustrophobia take over. Sonali felt her body start to relax as her deep breathing did its trick.
Soon, the doors hissed again and closed. With a sharp pulse, the train started to move. Sonali, along with all the other standing passengers, felt herself jerk from the motion of the bogie, her hand on the hand rail quickly straightening her body.
She looked up at her hand on the rail; her wristwatch showed her it was seven minutes after six, evening. She should be at her home station, Park Street in one hour.
It was more crowded than usual today, Sonali thought. The entire bogie seemed like every square inch was occupied by one or more persons. The people standing looked like a large box of crayons. Once again, her mind started to panic; once again, Sonali took deep breaths to keep her from yelling out.
She could feel the person behind her. His thigh felt like it was touching her ass. She'd always allow such intimate contact.
The train started to slow down. Sonali could only see blackness in the windows of the train; she knew they weren't approaching a station yet. It was probably one of the signal lights indicating another train may be up ahead. The person behind her moved forward as the train came to a stop. The contact with her ass continued.
With the train at a stop, Sonali's mind focused on the contact with the person behind her. It was almost as if...
There was movement. Whatever was touching her ass moved slowly down, and then back up. Almost like a caress... as if it were...
That was no thigh! Whoever was behind her had his hand on her bottom! He was feeling her up!
This was not acceptable behavior in public, Sonali's mind screamed. Her body, however, froze. She couldn't make her body turn around. She knew that the person was crossing the line of control...what a time to go frozen, Sonali thought to herself. She tried to call out, but even her vocal cords were frozen!
The man's hand continued to caress her, apparently urged on by Sonali's lack of protest.
Once inside, it was obvious that any seats that had been recently vacated had already been taken. Sonali sighed again as she made her way into the middle of the bogie.
She felt people behind her pushing a bit as more and more people entered the bogie. There was hardly any room to breathe. For a moment, Sonali felt her mind started to panic. Calm down, she told herself, forcing herself to take deep breaths. This was not a time to let her claustrophobia take over. Sonali felt her body start to relax as her deep breathing did its trick.
Soon, the doors hissed again and closed. With a sharp pulse, the train started to move. Sonali, along with all the other standing passengers, felt herself jerk from the motion of the bogie, her hand on the hand rail quickly straightening her body.
She looked up at her hand on the rail; her wristwatch showed her it was seven minutes after six, evening. She should be at her home station, Park Street in one hour.
It was more crowded than usual today, Sonali thought. The entire bogie seemed like every square inch was occupied by one or more persons. The people standing looked like a large box of crayons. Once again, her mind started to panic; once again, Sonali took deep breaths to keep her from yelling out.
She could feel the person behind her. His thigh felt like it was touching her ass. She'd always allow such intimate contact.
The train started to slow down. Sonali could only see blackness in the windows of the train; she knew they weren't approaching a station yet. It was probably one of the signal lights indicating another train may be up ahead. The person behind her moved forward as the train came to a stop. The contact with her ass continued.
With the train at a stop, Sonali's mind focused on the contact with the person behind her. It was almost as if...
There was movement. Whatever was touching her ass moved slowly down, and then back up. Almost like a caress... as if it were...
That was no thigh! Whoever was behind her had his hand on her bottom! He was feeling her up!
This was not acceptable behavior in public, Sonali's mind screamed. Her body, however, froze. She couldn't make her body turn around. She knew that the person was crossing the line of control...what a time to go frozen, Sonali thought to herself. She tried to call out, but even her vocal cords were frozen!
The man's hand continued to caress her, apparently urged on by Sonali's lack of protest.