Lea was running late and she knew it.  She was going to have to 
hurry to get to the train station on time.  If she missed this train, 
she would have to wait fifteen minutes for the next one.  That 
meant she and Karen would arrive at the club late, and probably 
miss part of the band's first set.  She started to move.

She put on her socks, and then her black boots that came just to 
below the knee with the silver buckles on the outside.  She slipped 
on her navy sweater, and then the jean flared skirt.  She checked 
herself in the mirror.  The skirt was just a bit too short, coming to 
above mid-thigh.  No time to change now; she wanted to make that 
train.

She threw some make-up in her purse, and then grabbed her small 
overnight bag.  In went sneakers, a change of underwear, shorts, a 
t-shirt, and her toilet articles.  That would be for the trip back 
tomorrow.  She headed down stairs and walked quickly to the train 
station.

She got to the train station with about two minutes to spare.  She 
could see the locomotive slowing down on its approach.  She had 
gotten her ticket yesterday; that was a smart move.  But the 
platform was crowded.  Lea did not expect this many people 
heading into the city tonight.  True, it was the weekend, but the 
early Friday night trains were, as a rule, not crowded.

Lea flowed with the crowd into a car near the rear.  The train was 
packed.  She was going to have to stand for the ride.  Luckily, she 
did not have to change trains in center city.  This train went 
straight through to the airport.  She could ride it all the way to 
Karen's.  She hoped that a lot of people would get off at center city; 
that way she would not have to stand for the whole forty-five 
minute trip.  She got bumped and jostled, and finally found a hook 
to hang onto in a corner at the left rear of the car.  She held her 
bag and purse with her right hand, grabbed a hook with her left, 
and shifted her body so she could look out of the window for the 
ride.

The electric engine gave a tug on the lead car; the train gave a 
lurch, and slowly started to pick up speed.  Lea shifted her weight, 
and looked out the window.  The conductor passed through the 
car, collecting tickets.  Lea handed him hers, grabbed the hook 
again, and went back to watching the trackside scenery.  The train 
slowly began to go faster.  It was about ten minutes to the next 
station.

Lea, gazing out the window, felt a hand rub over her bottom.  She 
didn't think much of it; the car was very crowded and it was 
probably an accidental touch due to the swaying of the car.  She 
pressed a little closer to the window.  The hand didn't move.  It just 
stayed in place, gently pushed against her backside.  Lea figured 
when the car began to empty, there would be more room, and the 
individual would move away.  She paid it no mind and relaxed as 
best as she could.

The train slowed down and arrived at the next station.  A few 
people got off; more got on.  Lea got pressed a bit more into the 
corner.  As the train began to leave the station, the hand on her 
bottom began to move around a bit.

Lea tried to squirm away from the hand as the train picked up 
speed.  But, as she was jammed into the corner and could only 
gaze out of the window, there was really no place for her to move.  
Whoever was behind her was having a nice feel of her backside.  
She looked over her right shoulder and saw several middle-aged 
men.  A teenager sat in the seat in front of her reading a book.  It 
could not be him.  Over her left shoulder was a wall.  She could 
not be sure who was feeling her bottom.  She didn't feel 
uncomfortable, just a bit embarrassed.  She decided to relax and 
just take it in stride.  What could happen on public 
transportation?

The train gave another jolt and Lea felt the hand move away for a 
second.  It only moved long enough, however, to reach down and 
start to move under her skirt.  Lea knew this skirt was too short, 
but she had been in a hurry and put on the first thing she could 
find.  Now she was in trouble. 

The hand moved under the skirt, brushing the back of her thighs, 
until it found her bottom.  Then it began its play.  Touching, 
feeling, squeezing, and caressing her cheeks, the hand explored, 
even moving a bit in between her thighs.  The train gave a jolt, Lea 
jerked and spread her legs.  That was just what the hand wanted.  
Its fingers began to tickle in between her thighs, teasing over her 
anus and the bottom of her mound.  Lea shivered.

Lea let go of the overhead hook with her left hand and attempted to 
push the exploring fingers away.  The train lurched again and she 
had to spread her legs a bit more to keep from falling.  She reached 
up to grab the hook again.  She felt another hand grab her skirt 
and pull it up so her backside was completely uncovered.  The first 
hand, which was teasing just between her legs but over her panty, 
grabbed her panty, slid up to the top, and gave her a very tight and 
proper wedgie from the rear.  Lea had to stand on her tiptoes from 
the tug.  The hand kept wiggling the wedgie from side to side.  In 
spite of herself, Lea was getting wet.

The hand holding her skirt up went to playing with her cheeks.  
Despite the embarrassment, Lea was enjoying having two strange 
hands under her skirt.  She arranged her body so that she was 
looking directly out of the window, her backside directly to 
whomever was playing.

The hand working the wedgie let go of her panty and slid a few 
fingers underneath.  Then he worked it down the crack in her 
backside until he was between her legs.  A few teases and pokes 
around her anus and he moved to her mound, probing her slit and 
teasing.  Lea was going crazy.  The second hand picked up the 
wedgie and kept her panties held tightly.  Lea started to pant.

The train made another stop, and then headed off for center city.  
The hands took a short break, and then tugged Lea's panty down 
to the top of her thighs.  One hand held up her skirt, the other 
caressed her bottom.  She felt humiliated, but aroused.  She 
shifted her weight again as the train left the station, spreading her 
legs a bit more.

One set of fingers went back to teasing between her legs, finally 
inserting a finger inside of her.  Lea shivered, bit her lip, and tried 
to keep control as the strange finger probed and wiggled its way 
inside of her vagina.  It swirled and teased, and then a second 
finger, tickling inside of her, joined it.  Lea gasped, shivered, and 
hung on for dear life.

The tickling and teasing inside of Lea went on until the train 
reached her next-to-last stop.  And then the fingers withdrew.  
When the train left the station, they resumed their play, but from a 
different angle.  The man positioned himself so that he was facing 
her, but with his shoulder on her right.  And then he reinserted is 
magic fingers from the front.  Lea squirmed.

Now a third hand joined the party.  The man behind Lea holding 
up her skirt began to tease her anus, tickling and gently probing.  
And then he inserted a finger.  Lea gasped, very nearly cried out, 
stood on her toes, and wiggled around the fingers inside of her.

The two strange men continued their play until the train was 
almost into the final station.  Lea climaxed.  She could barely 
stand.  The two fingers inside of her vagina were pressing against 
the one in her anus.  As her thighs shook, she cried a bit.  The 
tears were tears of humiliation, but the climax was exquisite.  She 
shivered some more.  And then the fingers stopped and were pulled 
out.

As the train stopped and began to empty, Lea pulled up her panty 
and adjusted her skirt.  She headed out to the platform.  She 
simply had to wear a short skirt on the train more often.

