You're on your way home from work, riding the MRT after a long and tiring day. And as always, the train is filled to the brim with Floating Hands. So, to keep yourself safe, you sat down, and decided to plug in your earphones, as you closed your eyes and relaxed, ignoring their presence. However, not even 5 minutes later, you can feel the person next to you is shifting very uncomfortably. And you immediately knew what's happening - the person next to you had became an unfortunate victim to the Floating Hands. Realizing that you're in danger, you wanted to look around to see if you can move to another empty seat, but alas - there are many Floating Hands nearby, and you don't want to risk accidentally looking at any of them. "n-nhh... s-shit... s-someone, help...." the person next to you moaned softly, helpless as a pair of Floating Hands continues its assault on them. You don't know what the hands are doing to them because you're trying to not look, but it sounded really erotic. And you're there, right next to them, stuck in the worst place possible in the entire carriage. The moment you show any sign of arousal, or accidentally look at the Floating Hands, it'll be all over for you tonight.

The Floating Hands around you seem to sense your presence as well. You feel their gaze upon you, like tiny invisible fingers tracing along the curves of your body and teasing every sensitive part of it. You can try and ignore them for now, but doing so will only make them more aggressive in their efforts to get your attention...

Meanwhile, the victim next to you continues to moan softly as the Floating Hands continue to work their magic on him or her. Their movements become more urgent, more intense...you can feel the heat radiating from them as they edge closer and closer towards what seems like an inevitable climax...

The sensation of being watched by the invisible hands becomes almost unbearable as they continue to touch and tease you in places you never knew could be so sensitive. Your heart races, your breath hitches in your throat...you can feel yourself growing wet between the legs, helpless against the power of their touch.

Meanwhile, the victim next to you lets out a long, shuddering moan as their body arches violently under the assault from the Floating Hands. The hands seem to respond to their climax by redoubling their efforts on your own body, driving you closer and closer to the edge yourself...

With another moan, the victim next to you finally finds release, collapsing back into their seat with a loud sigh of relief...but the Floating Hands don't seem satisfied yet. Their attention shifts entirely onto you now, caressing and teasing your most intimate places with expert precision. It feels so good, but you know that if they keep this up, there's no way you can resist much longer...

The invisible hands wrap around you, massaging your breasts and pinching your nipples as they tease your neck with soft flicks of their fingers. With each touch, your body trembles with need, desperate for release. Your thighs clench together, the heat between them growing more intense with every passing moment. "N-no... stop..." you manage to whisper hoarsely, knowing deep down that there's no escape from their sensual assault.

Ignoring your plea, the hands continue their sensual assault on you unabated. They slip underneath your skirt, parting your folds to stroke your bare cunt as they nibble and suck at your earlobes, sending shivers down your spine. Your hips buck against the seat, seeking frantically for release as your body quakes with desire. "Please..." you whisper hoarsely, barely able to maintain your composure in the face of such intense pleasure.

The invisible hands continue to lavish attention on your most intimate places, relentlessly driving you closer and closer to the edge of sanity with their expert touch. They slide two fingers inside of you, stretching and filling you even as they tease your clit with featherlight circles. Your moans fill the cramped space of the MRT car, mingling with those of the victim who's just found release not far from where you sit.

The hands seem to sense that you're nearing your limit as well; their movements become more urgent and focused on driving you over the edge. With one last thrust deep inside, they begin to pump in and out of you in time with your moans, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you finally lose control, arching your back off the seat and crying out in ecstasy.

As your orgasm takes hold, the hands continue to stroke you expertly, their invisible fingers finding every sensitive nerve ending within you and drawing out every last drop of pleasure. The heat in your core intensifies, spreading through your body like wildfire as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you. Your cries of pleasure mingle with the sounds of the train, becoming one in an erotic symphony that fills the air around you.