The first man finally reached up and pulled my panties down towards my ankles. But whatever it was, I let them continue to have their way with me. Maybe it was the excitement of being on the train, and my surprise that no one around us seemed to notice or care what was happening. Maybe it's because it had been so long, or maybe they were just touching me exactly the right way. I'm usually such an outspoken woman, so I was shocked at my own acceptance of this situation. A second man, to my left side, seemed to realize what was happening and began fondling my breasts. I was standing in front of seated man (facing away from him), when I felt his hands slowly begin fondling my legs and ass, and finally, gently fingering my pussy. I had already changed into 'going out' clothes for the evening: a skirt, thong, and a lose tank top (so lose, my breasts can easily pop out if it's pulled low enough). Prologue: I was new to the city, and trying a new route home on the train during rush hour.
