I've lived in New York City. My husband didn't have any business trip lately so he drive the car and I had to use public transport for my daily activity. Since living here as a mature Muslim woman, I've grown very fond of this city. It's my favorite place to be.  I've done multiple adulteries since I got here. It was fun. I enjoy everything about it, including its colorful and diverse population. However, there are some drawbacks that come along with living in such a big urban area.

One of them is harassment. There were always men around who think it's acceptable to harass you or even outright attack you just because you're not their cup of tea. Especially when you were a Moslem lady wearing hijab. There were multiple incidents

Happened on Moslem women in this big city.

In most cases they were sexually harassed and, or assaulted (rarely killed). Those acts were usually performed by men from other religion and race (usually non-Muslim men).

Sometimes, the victims also came from different religion and race but still majority of the victim came from Islam community. Not only that, those horrible actions also happened in this city.

The action itself has been going on forever since time immemorial but sadly it increased dramatically since recent years. More and more incidents keep occurring every day.

When one act is stopped another one would pop up right after. Those incidents made other Moslems in the country feel unsafe and unwelcomed to live in this city. But not me,

not anymore. I don't care if I'm the minority because I love New York City so much. Besides, I'd rather be raped by a stranger than staying somewhere else.

Ah, yes. Sexual harassment. I would love to get sexually harassment by white men. I had experience before with Mr. Grubb, my landlord, but it was not sexual harassment per se. He just slapped my face a couple times during our magical sex.

This time I want something real.  Something scary. It was one of my bucket list of lust. That's why I decided to go to one particular subway station where most of the people living there are white. And this time is a rush hour. Oh, I know what you might think now.

You probably think "Wow! This Moslem woman is crazy" . Well, you wouldn't judge her if you see her in the flesh. I'm very beautiful. That was true.

Most of the Moslem ladies here in New York are beautiful. What makes us beautiful? I guess we're just pretty ladies. No one can tell exactly what make us look like that. Yes, all of us wear hijabs

but no one knows what hide behind our clothes. Maybe our bodies are really shapely. But it's also possible that our body wasn't as good looking as our face. It could be both. Who cares? Anyway, let's cut to chase.

Now, I'm standing inside one of the train cars. The subway train entered the station. People started filling in

the car. It was very crowded. After a while, the train slowly left the station. Then suddenly... someone grinded my ass from behind. I wear modest clothes with hijab but I made sure I'm showing some of my shape and my cullot skirt tight enough to show my apple-shaped ass.

Even though I wore long sleeved shirt and pants under my dress, you can still feel my hard nipples poking into your hand through my bra. So I should look hot and sexy. But not too obvious.

Enough for the job. At first I thought it was an accident. Maybe the guy behind me was bumping into my backside. Or maybe he accidentally brushed against my ass. I shrugged it off at first.

I mean, these things happen sometimes in a crowded subway train, especially during rush hours. But then I felt the same person press his crotch into my butt cheeks again. This time I knew it wasn't an accident.

Someone wanted to grind his cock onto my ass. I turned my head sideways to check whether he did that intentionally. So when I turned my head back, I saw him. A frequent stranger who stalk me for the last few days. It was Mr. Ralph, I knew his name because one day he forgot to took off his name card. God, he looks fat. His beer belly is huge. His shirt looked wrinkled and his necktie was too loose. Looks like he had a hectic day at work. He must be an office guy.

Looked a little short too. His height was around five feet and three inches tall. On top of that, his bald spot was showing. Must be not a nice guy. However, there was something special about him.

Every time I ride the train and walk past him, he stared at me like a predator stalking its prey. Sometimes he gives me dirty smile, which I think was creepy.

I guess he knew how sexy I am but yet he won't do anything about it. And now he was fucking doing it. I let it slide because this is exactly what I want. I acted

nothing and pretended like I didn't notice. To make sure I was right, I used my phone to pretend checking out someone on social media while he was grinding his penis onto my ass.

His cock slid up and down against my ass crack until it got rock hard. No one can see what he was doing. His dick was rubbing against my cullot skirt. I wondered what size it was, just guessing from his average build.

Probably five or six inches. Average size. The next thing I noticed was that my panties got wet and sticky. Thank god my cullot skirt was dark blue color so nobody will ever suspect that it was getting stained.  things got excalated midway, he groped my ass when the crowd

Pushing

Indeliberately Against us. He knew what he's doing, he timed his grope whenever the push happening.

As expected, none of the bystanders noticed what he was doing, they were just pushed over by the crowd. Until the station arrived and new passengers coming in separating us.

I can see from the reflection his disappointed expression. He must've blame the crowd for ending his

Fun prematurely. He was standing not far from me. As if a divine

Intervention, the subway door opened again. Allah knows best for his believer. I immediately moved closer to him. Just a step away. Still pretending to watch my phone. He sensed my intention and made his move.

He did the same thing, Grinding his cock between my butt cheeks and groping my ass with his hand. But he did it without timing his groping. I could feel his heavy breath.

Clearly aroused. His erection grew bigger and harder, pressing firmly against my ass cheeks. It was like playing tonsil hockey except on the ass. Yummy. My skin tingling in excitement.

God, I was addicted to sex lately. Getting hornier each passing day. He was still staring at me when he grabbed my ass cheek with his hands. He tried squeezing my ass.

I tried to picked up a call from my phone. I pretended my husband calling me. I wanted to see Mr. Ralph's reaction.

Indeed, he went wide-eyed in surprise. I think he didn't expect that I'm married. I raised the phone slightly above my head, showing my wedding ring. While talking to my husband, I pushed my ass backward toward his erection. I can hear his heavy breathing from behind me. Trying to muffle his moan.

God, I loved feeling his cock throb between my ass cheeks.

I enjoyed teasing him. Letting him feel my sexy body. Feeling the power I had over him. It was making me hornier. I told my husband in my fake call that he doesn't need to pick me up in the station.

I'll take the cab instead. I finished the call and quickly put my phone away. Not knowing that the call actually fake the entire time. I wanted to see what Mr. Ralph gonna do. Will he let me off the hook or will he build a courage to ask me to come with him to some seclude place where we can finish our little action. Or..or will he fuck me right here and right now?

I felt his push on my butt become harder and erratic.