Kate looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes. "Typical!" she thought, trying not to glare at the man opposite her on the tube, sunk into the seat and his eyes fixed just below her waist. This dress was probably too short to sit down on the tube without some pervert trying to look up it. They were normally a little more subtle than this guy, but it was still gross.
"Do you mind?" She spat, hoping to catch the man off-guard and provoke some shame in him.
Grinning assuredly, he replied "Not in the slightest, it's a good view."
Kate gawped at him, not expecting this level of sheer confidence, even as other people sat around them. He was continuing to stare up her dress, and was now nodding in appreciation, biting his lip.
"Oh my god, you're such a pervert!" her response came immediately, eyebrows raised.
"Oh my god, you like it." he replied, his voice mocking.
Kate was stunned, she'd "called out" creeps before, and they'd always been cowed immediately, but this guy seemed to be amused by the situation, his eyes remaining firmly fixed on her pale, exposed legs.
"How about you pull those knickers aside, blondie?" she was stunned, this was the complete opposite of what she was expecting to hear. Worse, he was looking at here with eyebrows raised, daring her to disobey the instruction.
"Ugh!" she scoffed, turning her head away from him in disgust, even as his words echoed in her mind. She stole another glance over at him, unable to tear herself away from his utter disrespect for her privacy.
There was something about the cocky smile he was now wearing that stung her, the way he was still staring at her legs, even as she'd crossed them. The train trundled on for a few moments as Kate stewed, before he spoke again. "Go on, pull those lovely purple knickers aside and let me see."
His voice was clear and calm, but somehow the other passengers were managing to completely ignore his invasive instructions. Kate's blood was boiling, how dare he treat her this way! But at the same time, there was a certain something invading her mind, telling her that it might be fun, just a brief flash at this total stranger, enjoy a brief thrill and get off the train, never to see him again. Subconsciously, her hand ran down and over her leg, toying with the hem of the skirt.
She daren't look up at him, to take in her assailant. If she saw his reaction, it would break the spell and she'd realise that she was being stupid. Instead she just quickly slipped her hand up under the front of her skirt, and tugged on the cotton of her underwear, feeling it slip away, replaced with the warm air of the tube train. Holding it aside for a short moment, she breathed a deep, calming breath, before letting go.
"Well, it's good to see you're a natural blonde" came his voice again, and she looked up to see the dark-haired man, grinning from ear to ear. He was probably in his late forties, easily twice her age. Somehow this had made the invasion all the more fascinating.
Kate felt her pale skin flush red, spreading from the base of her throat up to her high, rounded cheekbones. She could feel his brown eyes drilling into her and started to feel ashamed of what she'd just done.
"I'm getting off here," he spoke, his voice remaining that same controlling, level tone. "Come with me and we can have some real fun, fanny flasher."
Obviously she wasn't going.
She knew that would be a terrible idea.
Kate knew not to do something stupid like that.
Which was a bit of a problem, because she was walking to train doors with him, his arm slipping around her. For the first time Kate noticed how tall this man was, she was barely two inches over five feet tall, and this guy was comfortably past six three. He towered over her, but his hand still rested easily on her hip when he put it around her.
He was well built too, Kate had wanted to be a ballet dancer in a previous life, before realising exactly how few people made it through any type of conservatory and made a living at dance. As a result, even after discovering the wondrous world of cakes, her body was lithe and toned. This man had the powerful build of a lifelong labourer, his body thick with relaxed muscle. Nothing about him spoke of the gym, but he could likely give a lot of bodybuilders a run for their money.
He lead her quickly up and out of the station, the only time she found herself out of his reach was when they passed through the barriers and he stood outside, impatiently waiting for her to exit the station. Once outside he lead her rapidly out into the street, his hands steering her across the street and into a darkened side street between two imposing buildings.
Kate's voice cracked as she nervously spoke "You live down here?"
He laughed softly "No, I want to see if you're worth taking home before I order a taxi." He replied, remaining his intense, blunt self. Kate felt herself weaken, she was pretty sure what he was planning and she was absolutely not expecting to be okay with it.
As they reached a nearby
he turned her around, gazing into his piercing brown eyes.
"Have you been drinking?" He demanded of her.
"N-no I haven't" Kate replied honestly, she'd been on her way to meet with friends when the night had taken this course.
"And do you want me to fuck you. Right here?" He nodded at her answer and followed up swiftly.
"I-" she hesitated for the slightest moment and he cut across her.
"If you don't, we're done here. I'll call you a cab." He spoke firmly and plainly, giving her a clear choice.
"Yes, please." Kate found herself saying, she knew she wanted him, any of the previous doubt evaporating. The moment she gave permission, his hands were on her, turning her around and pushing her forwards over the bin, pulling the back of her skirt up and exposing her perky, rounded backside.
His hands worked under the crotch of her knickers and pulled hard on them, dragging them down to mid thigh, and a sharp slap spread her legs. She head the unfastening of a zipper and then felt the pressure of a thick cock against her wet, swollen snatch. His direct, confident treatment of her had worked wonders in arousing her, playing havoc with her subconscious since the moment she first noticed him staring, and now that he had got her in this position, her body was absolutely ready to welcome him inside of her.
With a crude thrust he entered her tight snatch and sunk his dick comfortably deep within her, pausing for a moment to let her catch her breath, her walls amplifying the rapid pulse of his throbbing member through her entire body. His breath was steady, calm, and his hands pushed Kate's hips against the cold metal of the bin, making her push back.
"Oh, you're a sweet thing, fuck..." he groaned, beginning to push his hips forward, deeper inside of her. Kate had imagined that she'd already taken his full length, and the unexpected additional length made her gasp out with a ragged squealappreciating the size and girth of this strangers cock.
No sooner than she'd grown used to his length than he began to withdraw it, her tight lips dragging down his hardness, reluctant to surrender it. Just as Kate felt the bulbous flare of his clock head leaving her body, he sunk back inside, a single slow-motion thrust offering her a preview of things to come.
"Ready?" He asked, his fingers squeezing into her soft flesh as she moaned lewdly, forgetting how publicly she was being fucked. Taking that as permission, he began to piston inside of her, picking up a steady and fast pace, each thrust giving her almost his entire length. The sensation of being so full and every deep stroke stimulated her, her eyes closing in pleasure, letting her self drift off into bliss, moaning down against the dirty surface.
That pleasure was interrupted a short moment later when his thick cock popped free of her snatch and shuddered, spraying a few thick ropes of hot cum over her inner thighs. He playfully slapped her bottom and leaned over her, his body heavily pressing down on hers, taking a moment to rest.
"Pull those knickers up, and come with me. That's only the start of what I've got planned for you, little slut."
Kate wanted to protest, that wasn't who she was at all, but she also couldn't disagree that letting a stranger fuck you from behind in an alleyway was hardly the most prudish of choices she could have made.
He was playing with his phone as she stood up, pulled her underwear back into place and straightened up. Turning to her he let her know that the car would be with them shortly, and let her lean against him whilst they waited for it silently.
The car pulled up and he opened the door for her, allowing her to climb into the back.
"So gentlemanly." she commented, impressed.
