I’m not what most people would call a horny girl. Before this story happened, I had only ever had sex with my boyfriends, and I had had only two boyfriends. I never went out of my way to look for sex. I did look at porn, but that was more out of boredom, and the times when I actually masturbated were few and far between. However, when I was in high school, I did something that very few girls out there would even think of, and that fewer girls would have had the nerve to do.

Now, starting from the beginning. I was in high school at that time, going to an exclusive all-girls school in Makati. I was in between my first boyfriend and my second, so I was having what one might call a drought. One Monday morning, one of my friends came to school indignant. As In abso-fucking-lutely furious. She told us about how, over the weekend, her boyfriend got into a fight at the MRT on the way to Glorietta because some guy had the lakas ng loob to feel her up, blaming the rocking motions of the train. Of course boyfriend wouldn’t stand for it, and they got into a fistfight that ended up with all three of them being sent to the security office for a lengthy discussion. She was relating the entire occurrence but by then I had zoned out. I don’t know why, but somehow the idea of being groped in a train resonated with me. I imagined what it would be like to be felt up by a complete stranger in a carriage full of people. I was wet down there before I knew it. The whole day, I just kept on imagining some guy’s hand on my ass, on my breasts, in between my legs. I was fidgeting in class, rubbing my legs together, trying in vain to relieve my pent-up sexual tension. As soon as I got home, I went online to look for train grope videos and pictures (Most of them are from Japan for some weird reason, and that they all looked staged. But I digress.) and masturbated myself to a frenzy. I remember coming three times that night and not getting any work done.=p That satiated my craving for a while. For several weeks actually. Then, one day, I found myself on the MRT for some reason or the other. Not to sound like a prima donna, but, usually I have a driver to make me hatid-sundo. Anyway, I was on the MRT, and there were quite a lot of people on the train. The crush of bodies pressed so close against me brought my friend’s story to my mind again, and I found myself again getting wet. The idea seemed so hot and exciting. I could imagine someone’s hand wandering all over my body, and I almost wished that someone WOULD do it. However, no one did, and I spent that whole day horny as hell, and masturbated again when I got home.

From that time, though, I really started considering doing it for real. I mean, provoking someone to grope me. Whenever I commute I make it a point to be well-covered up. Of course everybody’s been taught that since they were children. Over the next few weeks, I found myself thinking idly of doing it, and then building up until I was actually planning on letting it happen. I surprised myself at that point, but by then curiosity and lust and pagka-tigang had gotten the better of me, so I started wearing mini-skirts, spag strap tops, racerbacks and the like whenever I went on the train. But I found that no matter how sexy I dressed, no one would do it. I was starting to get very frustrated, and very very horny. Masturbating couldn’t satisfy me anymore, and I was too shy to do it with my friends. Then, when I thought about it, I realized I was going about it the wrong way. Whenever I took the train, it was always from my house somewhere in Katipunan to Cubao, where I would transfer from the Megatren to the MRT since most of the time whenever I had to commute it was going to the Makati malls. I figured that if I wanted someone to touch me, it would have to be the LRT running along Manila. But I never had an excuse to go to the Manila proper, and to be honest, that particular LRT was kind of scary.=p One day though, an opportunity presented itself. My friends were planning on visiting some of our other friends at DLSU since our school hadn’t started yet. I couldn’t hitch with anyone though, so I had to take the train. I was very scared and very excited at the same time. I was sure that this time something would happen. So after asking around about how to get to DLSU from Katipunan, I dressed myself in a white pleated miniskirt that went down around two inches below by crotch, a pink and red thong that one of my girlfriends had given me for a gift, and a thin white Adidas Climacool jacket (The significance of it being Climacool is that it is very thin.;p) with only my bra underneath. It was rush hour, 9AM. The Megatren was still relatively empty (as compared to the MRT). By the time I got to the Recto station, my heart was beating faster than I had ever felt it beat, and I swear I was absolutely terrified, but also extremely excited. Several times I thought of just hailing a cab and taking it to DLSU, but the nastiness of it turned me on just way too much. So I bought myself a ticket to Vito Cruz and waited at the platform. When the train arrived, it was absolutely packed full to bursting. There was barely enough room to squeeze myself through. I literally had to throw my whole weight onto the throng of people just so that there would be enough space for me to go in. This time, I was sure something was going to happen. I’m not that tall, so all I could see were the bodies of people pressing in around me. There wasn’t enough room for me to move my arms, or my legs, or even to get myself into a comfortable standing position. All around me I could smell the sweat of people tired from the daily commute. And I have to say that the types on the train weren’t exactly what you would call the savory type. They were mostly blue-collar workers, or else low-level employees. Still, I didn’t find it repulsive at all. For some reason, that thought turned me on even more. I knew it was only a matter of time before someone’s hand started exploring my body.

Nothing happened, though, until the train pulled into the next stop from where I got on. A fresh crush of people pushed their way onto the train and we were all crammed onto the carriage. I was starting to wonder whether this was worth it all, when I felt it. A hand on my butt. The guy was trying to make pasimple, brushing his hand against my butt every time the train jostled. But the way he touched it couldn’t disguise the fact that he was touching me on purpose. My heart started beating faster, and I could feel myself starting to get wet. I tried to turn my head to see how the guy looked, but it was too cramped and I couldn’t turn around completely to get a good look. I could smell strong body odor, but then that could have been from any of the other people on the train. The hand on my butt was rough with calluses, so that suggested that he was not a stranger to manual labor. We went that way for a few minutes. The train was slow-going, what with it being packed so full of people. I felt more daring now, as the lust started to course through my veins. I pressed my butt against his hand, and reached down behind me to pull him closer against me. As if it mattered. With so many people on the train, we were as close as two people could possibly be and not be on top of each other. He was wearing shorts, and from what I could feel they were pretty worn and tattered. His legs were thick with curly hair. I felt him squeeze my butt firmly this time, and then he leaned his face close to my ear and whispered “Gusto mo ba yan?” With his hand on my butt I was starting to get really excited. My breathing was coming faster and faster. I closed my eyes, just focusing on the sensation of his rough hands on my butt. I didn’t want to look at him, because by then I knew that he probably didn’t look all that good and that if I looked at his face then I might just get turned off and the fantasy would ruin itself. So I focused on the sensations and let him and my imagination do the work. I murmured a soft but intelligible “Mm-hmm.” It was the most I could do without letting it turn into an outright moan. I pressed myself harder against him. I could feel his cock poking at me through his shorts. His hand slipped under my skirt and he was kneading my butt now, not just stroking it, but rolling it about in both hands, teasing the soft, pliant flesh. He was crushing it in his hand, squeezing it hard enough that I wondered if it would leave a mark. I was breathing fast and hard by now. I could hear him getting excited as well, his voice changing, getting huskier, his breathing coming quicker as well, as he whispered all sorts of nasty things into my ear. He told about how sexy I was, how nice my butt was, and what a dirty and horny girl I was. Normally I would have slapped anyone who tried to say that to me, but damn, I was really in the mood by then. He slid his hand around my waist and into my panties. I tried to spread my legs as wide as the limited space could allow but there was just no doing it. I felt him gasp into my ear when his hand slid against my freshly-shaved, hairless pussy. “Aba. Ang libog mo ha. Ang sarap naman niyan kainin.” He said. He started running his finger up and down my slit, tracing the line of it slowly, applying enough pressure to feel good but not enough to penetrate me. God, he was such a tease. He sure knew what he was doing. I couldn’t help but gasp when he slid his finger inside though. His finger was thick and rough. The friction of it was driving me insane. He started sliding it in and out slowly but as deep as it would go. I clutched at his shorts. I didn’t know how long I could stop myself from moaning out load. He pumped it in and out, in and out, faster and faster. I was thankful that the train masked the wet slurping sounds I’m sure that my dripping pussy was making. It was stroking almost the entire insides of my pussy, sliding against my clit, his knuckle brushing up against the ridge of my opening. It was fantastic. His finger was wet and slippery from my juices. He would plunge it inside and then wiggle it around a bit, trying to work it as deep as it would go, trying to touch everything inside me, touching me in ways no one ever had before. Then he would pull it out, drag it against my clit, and then slide it in again. I couldn’t take it anymore. I started to moan softly, the gasps coming out from my mouth in quick succession. I was holding on to him for support. My legs were trembling from the pleasure. Had he pulled away, I would have collapsed onto the floor. He was moaning softly into my ear. I was too. His other hand reached around me again and under my jacket and my bra. He took my left nipple in between two fingers and rolled it around, teasing it to delicate hardness. He pinched it softly, tweaking it, and then kneading the whole of my boob in his hand. He was finger-fucking me in earnest now, just in and out, in and out, fast and hard. My hand wandered down between my legs, rubbing my clit hard, while his finger pistoned in and out of my tight, wet, hot pussy. The pleasure was absolutely extreme. It was shooting all over my body, I didn’t know anymore where to concentrate, whether on his thick finger fucking into me, or on his hand on my breast. I pressed my butt against his hard cock, grinding it. He pushed against me as well. I knew he must have been aching to have it inside me. Truth be told, I wanted it inside me as well. We didn’t have to wait long before we both got our wishes.