Adultery A Night of Error - (Completed)

[usaiha2]

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Where were these hands coming from? She remembered that the person in front of her had one hand on the handrail; where were these new hands coming from?

She felt proud that now she was the centre of attractions. She could not see their faces as the electric bulb above was fused and there was complete darkness in that area.

One of the hands on her backside moved away,

but she felt the hand again, this time on the other side of her petticoat. It took a few seconds for it to register in her brain: whoever was behind her was now in the process of untying the knot of strings of her petticoat.

She felt the vibration as the petticoat was quickly pulled down, and the tension against her waist fell away. The hand that was rubbing her slit moved away for a second to allow the garment to fall down, but quickly returned to its spot.

She was now naked from the waist down on a completely full commuter train, getting fondled, and groped by two or more strangers!

Sonali realized that the train had stopped again.

One of the hands that were on her belly went away, and then she felt tugging on her blouse... somebody was unbuttoning it, from the bottom upward!

The fingers on her slit had now found her clitoris, and this caused just about all of Sonali's attention to be directed to that. Sonali realized that she was starting to breathe faster; she felt her love button being squeezed by a thumb and a forefinger.

She felt something at the entrance of her cunt, and realized that there were two more fingers there.

It couldn't possibly be from the same hand that was squeezing her clit. How many people were touching her? Sonali had, by this time, lost count.

She became aware of a loosening around her breasts, and realized that her blouse was off, and it and her bra were both now hanging free on her one arm that was still clutching the handrail. She was just about completely nude in a crowded subway.

There were hands on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, both of which were sticking out as far as they could go... hard as little rocks. There were fingers that were expertly fondling her clit, and at least two fingers pushing their way into her cunt. She must be surrounded by her molesters, but there was absolutely no way that anybody looking in her direction would miss the sight of her blouse and brassiere dangling from her arm.

She felt strange fingers on her fingers that were tightly clenched on the handrail. For some reason, her fingers gave way, and they opened.