BrookeSmitten
Meteorite
- Joined
- Dec 1, 2023
I have always hated the "L" near the south side of downtown. The panhandlers and bums always made me uncomfortable. My boyfriend and I made our transfer at the Roosevelt station to the Red line to head to Wrigley field for the Cubs' game. It was packed on the train and we didn't even manager to get a seat. My boyfriend and I cuddled together at the right side of the train. The right side doesn't open until it reaches the Chicago stop so we figured it would be the best to be out of the way.
The mistake we made was that I wasn't against the door; my boyfriend was. So basically, I was pinning him against the wall/door. My head turned as I watched people still cram in and out of the train and feeling them brush against my ass as people shifted. I rolled my eyes hearing someone ask for spare change and push his way through the crowd. At least he was away from us. The train moves and doesn't take long to stop abruptly. That tossed people around causing someone to make me the contents of a sandwich.
A stranger's hand pressed against my shoulders as I pressed into my boyfriend. His hands moved down and brushed against my ass. I didn't think too much of it until he leaned in and whispers into my ear. "Nice ass you got there." He cups it and I look at my boyfriend for help. Before I can say anything, I hear him say, "Sorry bro." and moves his hands from my ass and lifts his hand up in the air. I look at my molester in disbelief with my mouth agape. My head turn back to my boyfriend, and I just hear, "It's cool." I couldn't believe he said that it was "cool" that someone just did that to his girlfriend. I didn't tell him what the molester said to me, but still! The molester moves back to give me some room and I was like whatever happened, happened.
The train had started moving already and I turned to face my molester to give him the death stare. My boyfriend decided to be playful and grab my ass. I fumed angrily at him and slapped his hand and his body a few times. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist.
At this point the train was going express after making an announcement and making it's last stop for awhile. I think it didn't stop until fullerton. Everyone who rides the L knows it has its slow points. With another sudden stopping of the train, my molester was upon me once again. My boyfriend lost his balance and tumbled back. It was like my molester waited for that moment. His hands on my chest. He grabbed them painfully before moving his hand away. As soon as I thought it was over he cupped my crotch and my eyes went wide. He rubbed me a few times and I still remember that smug look as he looked down at me. I don't remember what happened but I made my boyfriend stand in front of me. I feel my face flushed and heart beat quickly. I knew I was turned on and I stole glances at my molester. I wanted more but was too humiliated to do anything but fantasize.
The mistake we made was that I wasn't against the door; my boyfriend was. So basically, I was pinning him against the wall/door. My head turned as I watched people still cram in and out of the train and feeling them brush against my ass as people shifted. I rolled my eyes hearing someone ask for spare change and push his way through the crowd. At least he was away from us. The train moves and doesn't take long to stop abruptly. That tossed people around causing someone to make me the contents of a sandwich.
A stranger's hand pressed against my shoulders as I pressed into my boyfriend. His hands moved down and brushed against my ass. I didn't think too much of it until he leaned in and whispers into my ear. "Nice ass you got there." He cups it and I look at my boyfriend for help. Before I can say anything, I hear him say, "Sorry bro." and moves his hands from my ass and lifts his hand up in the air. I look at my molester in disbelief with my mouth agape. My head turn back to my boyfriend, and I just hear, "It's cool." I couldn't believe he said that it was "cool" that someone just did that to his girlfriend. I didn't tell him what the molester said to me, but still! The molester moves back to give me some room and I was like whatever happened, happened.
The train had started moving already and I turned to face my molester to give him the death stare. My boyfriend decided to be playful and grab my ass. I fumed angrily at him and slapped his hand and his body a few times. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist.
At this point the train was going express after making an announcement and making it's last stop for awhile. I think it didn't stop until fullerton. Everyone who rides the L knows it has its slow points. With another sudden stopping of the train, my molester was upon me once again. My boyfriend lost his balance and tumbled back. It was like my molester waited for that moment. His hands on my chest. He grabbed them painfully before moving his hand away. As soon as I thought it was over he cupped my crotch and my eyes went wide. He rubbed me a few times and I still remember that smug look as he looked down at me. I don't remember what happened but I made my boyfriend stand in front of me. I feel my face flushed and heart beat quickly. I knew I was turned on and I stole glances at my molester. I wanted more but was too humiliated to do anything but fantasize.