After a long and demanding day, you were eager to return home, exhausted from the grueling hours of your shift. Each minute had felt like an eternity, the weight of the day pressing heavily on your shoulders. As you stepped outside, the cool evening air greeted you, a welcome relief from the stuffy confines of your workplace. You took a moment to breathe deeply, savoring the freedom that awaited you.

Making your way to the subway station, you felt a familiar sense of anticipation mixed with fatigue. The rhythmic clanging of the train echoes in the distance, promising the comfort of home. You glanced at your watch, noting that you had a bit of a wait ahead of you. The platform was dimly lit, and the flickering fluorescent lights cast a soft glow over the weary commuters around you, each lost in their own thoughts.

You settled onto a cold, metal bench, pulling out your phone to distract yourself. Scrolling through your messages, you lost track of time, occasionally looking up to check for the approaching train. The air was filled with the faint smell of oil and metal, a reminder of the urban landscape that surrounded you.

Suddenly, you would feel someone's hand remains under your skirt as he continue rubbing your throbbing bulge pulsating beneath your panties. His rhythmic rub is filling you with heat. Glancing at his way, it was a stranger right next to you. He was lustfully gazing at your crotch, licking his lips.

You try to ignore it and focus on anything else, hoping he would soon give up and stop.

"You're getting so hard. How can you ignore this?" He says as he continues rubbing. Eventually he pulls your semi-hard cock out of your panties, now hanging between your legs.

No one seems to notice what's going on.. Or care.