Commute part 1

Hey guys, pasensya na if the story is in English, I just really don"t express myself very well in Tagalog eh. This is my first post, and I think it"s something worth posting because it is without a doubt the naughtiest thing I have ever done (or ever will do) in my life by far.

So read on, and enjoy!=)

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.

(To be continued)