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Text Rest of your article	> I once had a women grind her pussy on my knee in a crowded train. > > It was one of those days where a suicide caused delays on my train line and hence the train was crowded. I was lucky enough to have boarded my train and to be standing in front of a man intending to get off at the next station. Naturally I got his seat and avoided having to feel like a sardine for one full hour. Not being comfortable with looking at people I don't know from 1.5 feet away I decided to count my blessings and shut my eyes for the remainder of the trip. > > Within minutes I noticed a soft wipe against my knee. I opened my eyes to see a woman, perhaps in her 30s, half-falling asleep while holding onto the handle above her. As my legs are long they naturally protrude (and rise) quite a bit passed the tiny little seats JR provides us so this kind of thing happens quite often. I decided to put it out of my mind and closed my eyes again. Then again the same touch. I opened my eyes again and as I did she started leaning closer and closer to the point where my knee was not only in between her legs (her long skirt was folded in past the back of her legs) but was actually being mounted by her. She unconciously noticed and started to stand up properly again. Only this time still with my leg between hers. > > At this point I was considering my options. As much of a turn-on as this was I felt just a little uncomfortable. I couldn't help but consider what those around me might be thinking, not to mention the fact that I'm married. I must have been thinking too slow because she started up again. She began leaning inwards as she did before and was occasionally having her pussy rubbed against my leg. I was lucky to have my backpack on my lap at that moment as there was no preventing a hard-on. It was a crowded train and even if I were to get up there was no place to go (not that I would stand up with a raging hard-on). All I could do was sit there and be mounted by her. But as time went on I noticed something. When the train made a sudden left turn she should've been thrown to the right but that wasn't the case. Her movements over time weren't sync'ing up with the train's but she was imitating the effects of the train's effect of being thrown from time to time. I studied her more and it was certain that she also wasn't moving at all the way train-sleepers do. It was then that I realized she wasn't sleeping at all. > > This was a hentai-onna. Looking at her hand I saw no wedding ring so I figured her for one of those lonely types whose thing was pretending to sleep while riding men. I had seen this once before except it was a man pretending to sleep while crossing his arms and feeling up the adjacent woman's nearest breast with the hidden hand. As gut-wrenching as it was to watch a reluctant woman get groped I didn't feel the way it must've been for this groped woman. All the same I tried to re-adjust my posture to bring my legs in more but it didn't help. She immediately just came in again (impressive for somebody with her eyes shut), rubbing all the while until her station. > > This experience reminded me of a conversation I had with a female friend's opinion about why sexual harassment and rape are wrong. She said that a woman whose control has been taken away and has her body used without consideration for her will feels reduced to an inanimate object and that her life loses all meaning. She merely exists. I suppose from a woman's perspective what happened to me might sound similar. A part of my body was used to gain sexual pleasure for another person without my permission or approval. You might say I am a victim but you know what? I don't at all feel violated. I know what you're thinking, "why would he feel violated when he got what most men could only dream of". Weirdly enough it's not that. Maybe because I'm a man and I understand how strong sexual impulses can be I just feel like I was able to help her, even if my participation consisted of just sitting there and observing. If anything I have sympathy for this woman. She must be really lonely to have been compelled to do something like that. I only hope that I was able to provide her with some relief.
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