I closed my eyes for a nap. I reclined my chair all the way back and wished the train car were empty. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my knee. "Shhh," the man sitting next to me whispered in my ear. I felt his jacket being draped over me, and then his fingers, working their way up the inside of my thigh. I sneaked a glance at him. In one hand he held a magazine as if he were reading, while the arm closest to me disappeared under the blazer, as if he were holding my hand. But he wasn't. He pushed my skirt up my thighs and slid a finger right into the wetness of my panties. His finger made its way right between my slippery lips and into my hole. I gave a silent gasp as my lips tried to suck him in deeper. He pulled away then, and reached over the top of my panties, forcing them down over my mound. They held his hand tight against my fur and even tighter against my clit. He began to wiggle his finger with a very small back and forth motion. Nothing that anyone could see, but it was everything to me. It was all I could do not to buck my hips and grind myself into his hand hard. I whimpered, and then I began to come, my thighs shuddering and shaking as the orgasm spread all through my legs. I could hardly breathe as I tried to keep quiet. Finally I sat still. He kept his hand where it was, right between my legs, pressed into me.