The Incident

It was a day just like any other. Nothing special, nothing great. Yes it was a Friday so there was the weekend to look forward to. He got up, caffeinated himself, hit the gym, came back, showered, dressed up, had breakfast and left for work. Nothing unusual, just the same mundane routine. Reaching the station he parked his bike and quickly made his way to the platform just before the train could pull into the station.

He managed to get into it, and as it was just about peak hours, the compartment was packed like a can of sardines. He slowly tried to make his way towards the side he needed to get off. He heard a voice from behind asking him if he was getting off at a particular station, a thing that people normally did, to which he nodded and as a habit asked the one in front the same. He stood there holding on to the handles, while holding onto an umbrella in the other.

He felt a crotch next to his ass, nothing that he had not felt before when traveling by a crowded local. As the the train moved he could feel it move as if it was dry humping him from behind, making him a bit uncomfortable. He tried to wriggle way out of the position, but the crowd around him would have none of it. So he stood in the same place hoping it was just an unfortunate and awkward situation. A moment later he could feel fingers caressing his, the one that he was holding onto his umbrella with. He thought it was just his over enthusiastic imagination playing with his mind. So he sort to ignore it and get back to his chain of thoughts.

Now the hand began caressing his sides, brushing against his butt, much to his annoyance, much to his disgust. He should have turned around and have created a ruckus, slapped the person and should have made a scene. But for some reason he was stunned, just frozen in the spot. He didn’t consent and was not at all comfortable with what transpired. 

He tried to jam the hand, push it back, even glancing sidewards so as to show that the antics didn’t pleased him one bit, not necessarily trying to get a glance of the person behind him. Now emboldened, the hand made its way across his hip and close to tighs, pressing  it, trying to reach further, if he hadn’t pushed it away it would have been pressing against his privates. He could feel a breath on the back of his neck, a movement that made him uncomfortable, disgusted. 

For his luck his station came, and he hurried away to the exit, actually he didn’t have to do anything, the crowds just pushed him out. He had this disgusted sick feeling, he just wanted to get away from there. He was furious with himself for not reacting, for letting this happen. He quickly took the bridge, not looking back, to trying to glance at the pervert that had in a way defiled him and left him feeling disgusted.