SIMON'S TRAM RIDE AND THE THREE LEATHER WOMEN
by Hamlet



PART ONE

It was the end of a very long and hard day at work. But on the positive side,
it was Friday evening! Simon was looking forward to spending an evening with
his mates at his favourite pub the Jolly Duck in Mansfield his hometown near
Nottingham.

Lost in his own thoughts, he waited on the platform for the tram to arrive,
and when it did, made his way through the crushing crowd into the compartment.
Raising his right hand above his head and holding on to the overhead strap, he
managed to somehow steady himself and waited for the nearly one-hour tram ride
to be over.

As usual, the tram was fully packed. There were people pressing against and
ushing him from all sides. At times like these, he missed the tranquillity of
the small-town Sleaford in Lincolnshire where he grew up. With so many people
packed in the tram, the air conditioning was not working properly. It was
extremely hot and sticky.

He could feel the sweat dripping down his body.

A pair of strong leather gloved hands suddenly grabbed his waist. The hands
squeezed, causing his trousers to rise up an inch or two, and then were gone.
He wondered whether it was intentional, but since the hands were removed
quickly, decided it was not. Because of being hiked up a bit, and because of
the way his body was stretched out, he could feel his trousers fit tightly
against his body.

The feeling of a hand touching the small of his back brought his thoughts back
to the present. The hand moved up, inching up the bottom of his trousers
another couple of inches, and then was gone. His trousers were now so hiked up
that most of his legs were exposed. However, due to his position and the crowd
around him, he was unable to adjust them. He again wondered whether the touch
was intentional, but then dismissed the thought, since a bit of touching and
jostling was common during rush hour. He looked down to ensure he was not too
exposed but couldn't see past the bottom of his trousers.

His eyes focused on the cross-shaped pendant his mother had given his, which
was resting on his chest.

He felt his trousers rising once more. They were now so high up that they a
barely covered his arse. Was someone pulling it up deliberately? But then, he
hadn't felt a hand on his hips this time. It was just something that happened
due to the crowd and the movement around him. "Stop being so paranoid, Simon,"
he chided himself. There was a reason why he was paranoid during tram rides.

At five feet three, he was very small for a man, and most passengers towered
over him, making him feel so small and vulnerable

A sudden, nagging feeling brought his thoughts back to the present. Every
person as an intuition, almost like a sixth sense, that lets him know when
he's being ogled, and he was getting that feeling right now. Looking to his
right, he saw a leather clad Woman pressed against him. About nine inches
taller than him and dressed totally in shiny black leather, his head was level
with the wrist of her right hand.

She was looking down intently at his body. She looked down, made eye contact
and smiled at him. He blushed, wondering for a second whether he had read her
thoughts. Then he wondered what was on her mind. Had she been checking out his
exposed legs? Or his taut arse? Or had he looked through the arm opening of
his trousers and caught a glimpse of his cock? It was hard to tell. Or was she
just smiling politely, and his paranoia reading too much into it?

Looking around him, he noticed three tall leather clad Women dressed just like
her . They had all turned towards him, though not directly looking at him. Was
its pure coincidence that they were facing him, or were they checking him out?
Simon suddenly got conscious, and lowered his right hand, holding it
protectively in front of his crotch. In hindsight, he found out that this was
a mistake, because he was now a free-floating entity and, with nothing to hold
on to, could be manoeuvred in any direction.

The tram stopped at a station and, with some relief, he expected some people
to exit, making room for his to move away from this clique of Leather Women.
To his surprise and shock, more people got in than out. It was unbelievable;
he felt like he was being crushed from all sides. Due to the crowd, he felt
himself moving a couple of feet to his left and was standing next to the glass
door that separated different tram compartments. He looked through the glass
door and found that the adjoining compartment was equally crowded.

Glancing around him, he saw that the same Leather Women still surrounded him.

The tram went over a curve, tilting him slightly forward and into the leather
clad arms of the Woman in front of him. She embraced him sort-of like an old
friend giving him a bear hug. He was surprised at the hug, but honestly, not
offended, as it did not seem threatening or sexual. When the train
straightened, she continued to hug him tightly. She was wearing a
lovely-smelling perfume, a refreshing change from the sweaty, clammy feeling
in the compartment around him.

So, he allowed his guard to drop, and became somewhat cosy and comfortable in
her arms.

And then it happened. The Leather Woman behind him started rubbing his arse.
First one cheek, and then slowly moving towards the crack. He wanted to push
her hand away, but being caught in the other Woman's embrace, he couldn't move
his hands. Due to his trousers being stretched thin across his arse, it felt
like the hands were directly on his skin. He suddenly became nervous and could
feel his pulse rate increase and his body start to sweat more. He felt sweat
dripping from his armpits down into his trousers, and from his back down into
his underpants.

And, he could feel moisture of another kind. His body, being deprived of sex
for so long, responded to the touches. Against his will, he could feel his
cream flow from his cock into his underpants. This was one of those times,
when he would feel a tingle of excitement at the thought of a woman touching
him. He was getting that feeling now, as he felt the Leather Woman's leather
clad fingers massage and rub his buttocks. Why not enjoy her attention during
this tram ride?

What could possibly happen on such a crowded tram?

Almost as if in answer to his question, the other Women started getting
bolder. He felt their hands on his waist, rubbing his back, and lightly
touching his nipples. He began to panic now. He tried to move away but was
held firmly in place, hands rubbing his back. He tried to say something, but
due to the noise, it seemed like his lips were moving soundlessly. Someone
started to pull his zipper down. The next things he felt were leather clad
hands all over his bare back and arse. His mind was a jumble of mixed feelings
now; he was frightened and repelled, but it oddly felt so good!

His trousers were now being slipped off his legs. He panicked again. The
trousers stopped at his feet because they were too tight. He simultaneously
felt the brute force of the hands tugging harder at his trousers, and the
ripping down of his underpants behind his back. The tear went all the way down
and parted silently at his arse.

His trousers and his underpants were removed from his body at the same time.
In a state of shock, he looked down to see his exposed cock, then looked to
his left to see that the passengers in the other compartment were now staring
at him.

Oh dear God, this simply could not be happening! Within just a few minutes of
merely wondering whether he was being touched inappropriately, he had now been
stripped almost completely naked, wearing nothing but his shoes and his shirt!
His hands instinctively covered his cock, in a last-ditch and almost hopeless
attempt to save his dignity. But his mind reeled, unable to process and
unwilling to register what was happening, so he couldn't offer any meaningful
resistance to the Women.

He just stood these with his hands covering his cock and balls.

.He felt their hands pressing against his waist. Apart from that, nothing
seemed to happen for a few seconds. The Women seemed to be simply processing
the fact that a strange man was almost naked, and completely captive to their
attention.

Then, a Leather Woman took hold of his hands, gently intertwining her fingers
with his. She slowly raised them up, until they were high above his head. He
struggled, but in vain. His hands were no match for the strength of this big
chubby Leather Woman, and he could struggle only so much without causing pain
to himself.

He eventually gave up, his hands helplessly restrained above his head.

With his hands above his head, his body became completely accessible. Any
reservations or tentativeness from the Women were feeling disappeared, and he
felt hands start to rub and caress and penetrate his every orifice, touching
his armpits, fondling his nipples, rubbing his waist and back, and squeezing
his buttocks.

The coordination was unbelievable. There was not a single word of spoken
communication between these Women.

And yet, their movements were perfectly in synchronised, like a pack of hungry
predator she wolves capturing and devouring their prey!

One of them whispered in his ear in a slightly sing song foreign accent that
sounded German or Scandinavian but was actually Norselandic .

GET READY FOR SOME DEEP PENETRATION DARLING!

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TO BE CONTINUED