JENEVIEVE GROPED BY A LEATHER MAN ON THE TRAM
by Hamlet
PART ONE


Jenevieve turned her alarm off with a groan. She had stayed up late studying
again last night, and now felt like she had not slept in days. Her final exams
were coming up though, and she was determined to get a high score so that she
could get into any university she wanted to.

"I've made you breakfast, but if you don't hurry, you'll miss your tram," her
mother reminded her.

.She gone to bed wearing only her bra and panties -- no pyjamas -- so it took
practically no time at all to slip into her knee-length skirt. She buttoned up
her blouse as she rushed to the kitchen.

She gathered up her backpack and raced to catch her tram. She made it just in
time and panted from the exertion of running. As always, the tram was so
packed full of morning commuters that she was jostled and pushed until she
managed to grab hold of one of the railings provided to steady any passenger
lucky enough to reach it.

Even so, holding onto it still took a lot of effort. Especially since the tram
was so crowded that every little bump or sway made the people inside it lean
into those that surrounded them on all sides. They were packed in tight --
like sardines in a can.

The tram made stopped every 10 minutes or so, and each time it did, less
people got off than got on. As a result, the tram grew even more crowded, and
it felt like we were all hugging each other tight for fear that we would all
fall over and never be able to get back up again if we didn't. Her one arm
ached from holding the railing, and she slowly wiggled my other arm up from my
side so that she could switch arms, but she had to be careful not to stroke
the passengers surrounding her inappropriately.

The tram lurched unexpectedly, and the movement was enough that she got her
hand free fairly easily.

Now holding the railing above her with both hands, she waited for the
roughness to smooth out.

She growled inaudible with barely contained tolerance as she felt someone
grope her with leather gloves. This time she was certain that it was whoever
was directly behind her. He had steadied himself by grabbing her hips when the
tram lunged a moment ago, and now his leather gloved hands were wandering up
her skirt to caress her butt.

He was standing so close to her that she could feel his entire leather clad
body pressed up against her back. This was not any surprise though since she
was pressed just as closely to the man in front of her.

She did her best to ignore his groping, but he continued much longer than
anyone else did. Finally, he moved his hands off her, and she sighed in
relief. A moment passed, and she was dismayed to realize that she still had
about 20 minutes until she reached her stop.

The hand resumed its groping, only this time, it got so much bolder than
anyone had dared to in the past. She felt the hand worm its way between her
legs, and then under her panties and between her lips. She gasped with
outrage!

The sad thing was that not even the man in front of her -- whose ear was mere
inches from my mouth -- heard her. The tram was loud, and all the passengers
murmuring made it impossible to hear anything. She sincerely wished she could
move, but she was firmly stuck in place until the next stop at the very least.

.Her Groper used the momentum to his advantage. He pushed her legs a bit
apart, and then she felt his hand pressing into her.

'That's not his hand!' she gasped again as she realized that he was gently but
firmly pushing his Cock right into her. Oh my God! What a nerve!

She tried to turn her head so that she could tell him off, but her backpack
was in the way. She could not even see him except she could feel he was
dressed totally in skin-tight black leather. She knew that if the man in front
of her couldn't hear her, then the chances of the man behind her hearing me
were slim to none.

Another jostle of the tram, and he was buried deep inside her. She was
astonished to realize that he was really a Sexpert and felt good! Really good!

She did not realise he was actually a Norselandic Cock Robin who delighted in
ravaging foreign women like her on public transport!

She tried once more to turn her head so she could at least see who was doing
this to her, but the best she could do was smell him. He smelled exotic and
she could smell his leathers, that his manly cologne was made in a foreign
country. His breath smelled like coffee, and something sweet.

He was restricted by the crowd, but he managed to thrust in and out
remorselessly for several minutes. She panted from the unexpected pleasure,
holding onto the railing almost desperately in case she fell, and this
stopped. She did not want it to stop!

It suddenly occurred to her that they were almost to the next stop. People
would shift around, and we might be exposed! Right now, the chances that
anyone could actually see what he was doing was practically non-existent, but
if people got off the tram -- especially if the crowd thinned -- it would be
pretty obvious!

She blushed at the thought! She would be so embarrassed if anyone realized
what was happening!

Strangely, that thought made her surrender as her whole body shook from it,
and she was gasping again. The pleasure was incredible! She did not even feel
this way with any of her previous boyfriends!

He pulled her into him as much as possible, and then she felt flooded with
heat. She must admit that she was strangely disappointed when she realized
that he was done now. Not a moment too soon, it seemed!

They arrived at the next stop, and she felt him slide out of her abruptly. Her
back felt inexplicably cold as his presence practically vanished. She tried to
look around to see who he was, but no one looked like they had just finished
having sex.

It felt weird having his boiling hot cum slowly ooze out of her in a torrent ,
but oddly, her panties returned to their normal position without any help from
her.

She really wished she had brought a spare pair with her!

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