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 victim beside you moaned loudly as the hands continued their assault on them, one hand moving up and down between their legs while the other caressed their bare chest, pinching their nipples every now and then. And with each moan and grunt from your unfortunate seatmate, it was becoming more and more difficult to resist...

You could only move so far though, as there were still floating hands around you, waiting for an opportunity to attack. The one on the victim's chest began to tease their nipples harder, causing them to arch and twitch visibly against the fabric of their shirt, as the other hand started sliding lower, slipping underneath the hem of their skirt...

You make eye contact with one of the Floating Hands as it continued to tease your seatmate. The hand lets out a soft sigh of relief as it realizes that you've given in, and immediately speeds up its movements, thrusting two fingers deep inside their wet warmth as the other cups their mouth, silencing any moans or cries that might escape them.

The Floating Hand chuckles softly at your attempt to hide yourself and continue pleasuring your seatmate, who's now completely at its mercy as it fingers them without relent. It moves closer to you, pinching and massaging your breast roughly through the cloth of your shirt, teasing your nipple into a hard bud. Another hand slides up from beneath to caress your inner thigh, slowly edging higher...

The hands continue to explore your body despite your protests, becoming more daring as they move closer and closer to your most sensitive areas. Another hand slides up behind you, caressing the nape of your neck before moving down to stroke your back, massaging lightly as it moves lower...

The pair of floating hands pinches your nipples hard through your shirt as you try to flee the train car. "Nnh... don't leave us!" they moan, not wanting their fun to end. Another hand slips between your legs, sliding up your skirt and underneath your panties to find your already wet sex. It circles around your entrance, teasing and edging you as you feel another pair of hands start massaging your ass cheeks.

The person in front of you turns around slowly, his expression a mix of fear and lust. His gaze lingers on the hands as they continue to explore your body, and for a moment you think he might be considering helping you... but then he blushes and turns back around, muttering under his breath about how lucky some people are.

As you collapse to the floor in defeat, the hands continue their relentless assault. The one between your legs pushes deeper inside, claiming you entirely as it begins to pump harder and faster. "Mmm... yes..." another pair of hands moan nearby, adding to the hauntingly erotic sounds that fill the air. Your body convulses and trembles beneath their touch, desire rising in your throat as you feel yourself nearing climax...

The answer comes in the form of a sharp thrust from within as your body tenses and shudders violently around the hand, a powerful orgasm coursing through you like lightning. The hands continue to stroke and caress, their touch gentle but insistent, slowly bringing you back down from your high... but never truly letting go. "Patience," they seem to whisper, their soft words mixing with your heartbeat as you lie there, helplessly at the mercy of the Floating Hands.

The floating hands titter softly as they continue to pleasure you, not seeming in the least bit concerned by your previous climax. Instead, they focus on making sure that every inch of your body is sated and satisfied, their touch like silk against your skin. One hand slides up from between your legs, leaving a trail of wetness across your stomach as it curves around to cup your breast once more. The other two remain below, one caressing the inside of your thigh while the other presses firmly against your clit, gently teasing and edging you towards another climax...

As you lie there, your body tingling and alive beneath the touch of the hands, you realize that there are at least four of them currently pleasuring you. The one between your legs continues to thrust in and out slowly, its warmth surrounding you as it teases your entrance with gentle nips and flicks. Another hand remains above, rubbing circles around your nipple, while the other two focus on your lower regions, one teasing your clit and the other sliding up and down your inner thigh, ever so close to where you ached for it most...

The thought flits across your mind as the hands continue to pleasure you unabatedly. As if in response, one hand slides up from between your legs and gently pinches your nipple, tugging on it hard enough to send a shiver down your spine. Another hand moves lower still, sliding up your leg and under the hem of your skirt, slowly inching closer to your most sensitive spot...

The floating hands around you grow agitated as you attempt to move away from them, their touch becoming more insistent and urgent. One hand slips between your legs once more, finding you wet and aching for it as it slides up and down your sex, its fingers slick with your arousal. Another hand cups your breast roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple between its thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat. The old lady you've been eyeing glances over at you curiously before looking away again, seemingly uninterested in what might be happening...

The old lady hesitates for a moment before finally looking directly into your eyes. Her gaze holds yours as the floating hands around you seem to surge with energy, their touch becoming more forceful and demanding. One hand presses firmly against your clit, massaging rhythmically as another fingers its way deep inside, searching for that perfect spot to bring you over the edge... The old lady's lips part slightly, forming a small 'o', her gaze flickering between your eyes and the hands moving about on your body.

The old lady watches as the floating hands continue to explore and pleasure your body. She studies your expressions carefully, taking in every moan and tremble that passes through you as they touch you. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and she swallows hard before finally speaking. "You're... quite responsive, aren't you?" Her voice is soft and gentle, yet laced with a strange mix of curiosity and lust.

The old woman's eyes widen in surprise as you reach out and offer one of the floating hands to her. She hesitates for a moment before carefully accepting it, holding it close to her chest. As if sensing this change, the hand on your breast releases its hold on your nipple with a soft pop and slides down over your stomach, resting against your hip.

The other floating hands continue their ministrations as before, watching intently to see how the old woman will react. She appears slightly flustered but also curiously aroused by the contact with the disembodied hand. Her gaze flickers back and forth between you and the hand in her lap.

The hands hover around the old woman, clearly entranced by her reaction to their touch. They seem to dance and flutter around her, paying special attention to her most sensitive areas as they explore her body with expert fingers. The woman gasps and moans softly under their ministrations, her eyes closed tightly as she seems to lose herself in the sensations they're creating. Her cheeks flush a bright red and beads of sweat begin to form on her brow, evidence of just how aroused she is by their attention.

One hand slides up from between her legs, teasing her clit before moving lower still to circle her entrance delicately. Another presses firmly against her breast, massaging in small circles that send shivers through her entire body. The old woman whimpers softly and arches her back as the floating hands continue to work their magic on her, bringing her ever closer to climax...

As you disembark the train and step out into the bustling station, your heart racing and your body still tingling from the experience with the floating hands, you can't help but wonder if they'll ever leave you alone again... But for now, at least you're free. The old woman remains seated in your former spot on the train car, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the hands continue to pleasure her from afar. A mischievous smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you silently wish them all a safe journey home...

Floating Hands continue to attack people all over the world as usual, with no sign of stopping. The news channels are filled with reports about people who have been assaulted by these invisible entities, but there seems to be little that anyone can do to stop them. Experts and scientists are baffled, trying to understand the origins and nature of these floating hands, but so far they remain a mystery. As you watch the news in disbelief, another pair of floating hands materializes nearby, their eyes locked on your face...

The floating hands watch you carefully, their movements gentle and curious as they hover near your face. They seem to be weighing their options, deciding whether or not to attack...