The next morning I stood on the platform, waiting in anticipation for the train to arrive. I'd taken extra care with my toilette today, ensuring to use the sensual rose scented perfume oil I'd been saving for a rainy day. What could I say, rose water was by far my favourite scent and it instilled in me a level of confidence I didn't usually have. Having applied a few drops behind my ears, around my throat, in the space between my collarbone, on the insides of my wrists and finally leading down my cleavage which peeked out through my shirt where I'd left a few buttons open. Yes, I knew Japan was on the modest side when it came to cleavage, but I couldn't help it. For once, I kinda wanted everyone to look, I just didn't know why.
In Japan, spring was finally blooming into summer with the weather getting brighter and the temperature rising. A fine sheen of sweat had already begun to bead across my forehead, rolling down the side of my face, across my throat, mingling with the rose oil and carrying it to other parts of my body like a gentle stream.
I shivered as I imagined him discovering all of those places. How would he react? Would he like the scent as it travelled across my skin? Would he even notice it? And what would he do once he discovered those places? Uncovered them to his eyes, fingers and lips? Would his sexy breathing increase too? I felt my pussy grow wet as my mind gave over to such carnal thoughts. I squeezed my thighs together and took a deep breath. At least the train would have air conditioning, that way I could cool off and not embarrass myself with all the sweating.
The Japanese Railway, also known as JR platform, was busy as usual with people milling around to and from the station. A typical weekday morning within rush hour saw the bulging amount of bodies nearly falling onto the tracks. I looked up at the train arrival board and noted that the local train I opted to take was the next to arrive. Yes, I could take the express train and that would get me there in half the time, but I liked being able to unwind, relax and enjoy my journey. Of course, I also aimed to enjoy it in a slightly different way. My cheeks heated at the thought and I ducked my head in case anyone saw.
My mind decided this was the opportune moment to chastise me. What if he didn't show? Look at you Carmen, dolling yourself up for a man you don't know. Yet, you never did that for Tony...but Tony never cared about my pleasure. Never made my heart race, or pussy throb. The molester on the other hand...
A computerised feminine voice announced over the speakers that my train would be arriving next. With that, I, like the other commuters, scrambled to line up in the appropriate spot. Sure enough, the train rolled slowly into the station. Now, my breath was coming out rapidly. My nipples aching under my shirt, I longed to feel those hands again.
But where was he? The only way I could identify him was by his voice. I looked up and down the platform as people began to push their way onto the train, my search temporarily halted as I was carried along with the sea of sweaty bodies. Once safely within my usual train car and standing at my usual spot in front of the doors, with my right hand firmly gripping an overhead hand strap and of course sandwiched between shoulders - I once again craned my neck searching for anything out of the ordinary.
I rolled my eyes, it was fruitless as I wouldn't even know what to look for. My option being to wait for him to find me. My pussy throbbed at the thought and I fanned myself with my left hand. With a start I noticed the air conditioning wasn't on, the heat in the carriage growing due to the amount of people who were pressed together. Damn Japan, of all times to not have a working AC.
Once again, I found myself trapped between a salaryman who wasn't wearing a blazer and a student. This time, however, instead of a schoolgirl in uniform it was a schoolboy. Some older teen with his head buried in a manga. As the train rumbled out of the station his elbow brushed against one of my nipples and an electric current shot to my clit. I would have gasped if I hadn't clamped my mouth shut. I stared out of the corner of my eye at the teen. Was it him? God, I hoped not. Even if I was thirsty for some carnal fun I definitely drew the line there.
However, thankfully it seemed he was transfixed by his comic and completely oblivious to me and my wayward thoughts. A sigh of relief ensued, especially when he also turned his back to me and I noticed the wireless earphones in his ears. Yep, completely unaware.
What's wrong with you, Carmen? The rational part of my mind demanded. She was annoying, yet apparently the only surviving slither of sanity that I still possessed. Despite deciding to accept that molester's game last night, she just wouldn't give over. Demanding all the bloody time for me to rethink my actions, reconsider my desperation as simply that, desperation. She'd reminded me numerous times that I didn't need to pursue something so dangerous, that I could seek out a healthy relationship. One where I wasn't trying to get a stranger to fuck me. One where I knew what he looked like, knew what his name was, what he did for a living. Knew that he wasn't into molesting desperate women on trains.
Y'know, all the
normal
stuff. I usually listened to her, usually saw the value in her harsh critical observances. Yet now, I had to remind her that she wasn't always right. If I'd listened to her yesterday, I would have missed out on the greatest orgasm of my life. One I wished to definitely repeat.
The train slowed at the next station, the doors whooshing open in front of me, startling me out of my reverie. Once more the uniformed teens rushed off, the manga reading boy with them. They were replaced by passengers mainly dressed in work clothes like me. The salaryman moved slightly forward, flexed his aching shoulders before returning to his original spot. I didn't bother to move when a seat became available this time, I'd realised yesterday that it was best to stay where I was. Besides, it was quickly taken by someone who wasn't the little old lady with her green shopping bag. I raised my eyebrows at the thought of seeing her again, no thank-you. That would be all too embarrassing.
The speakers played the musical jingle that once again announced the doors were closing and the train was set in motion. I frowned, my mind finding itself back on yesterday morning's train. After this station, the molester appeared and-
A hand suddenly slid around my neck. I did gasp now, but it remained trapped in my throat as the owner of the hand's index finger began to stroke enticingly across the dewey, sensitive skin. The hand was loose, but still made my head tilt back slightly. I gulped. Was it him? A sense of fleeting apprehension filled me. What if it wasn't?
"You came." A man whispered in Japanese. It was him, it was him! My nipples hurt with how hard they grew and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed at this. Not to mention how my pussy gushed with wetness. How was this stranger capable of doing this to me? I didn't even know anything about him. I felt his breath on my neck, masculine hips once again pressing into my back. It was undeniable the effect he had on me, but why? "What are you, a desperate slut?" Desperate, definitely, but a slut? Hmm...
My breathing sped up and I started to feel a little lightheaded, the train car was getting hotter. He leaned in and gently grazed his nose across the side of my neck, inhaling as he went. I shuddered, skin tingling. Why did such a simple action make me react so much?
"You smell divine. Floral with something else." His tongue snaked out and flicked across the place that seconds ago his nose had explored. "So, sweet."
My toes curled. I couldn't help the blush that made my ears heat. I closed my eyes as I felt the fingers that weren't hugging my throat slowly begin to follow the rose oil on my skin, his breath leading the way. The sensations made me quiver and the anticipation stilled my breath. I was lost once again. Lost to a man with a face I didn't know, his warm hands almost cool against my heated skin. He stroked small circles into the moisture, his fingers gliding down into my cleavage. He then paused, enjoying the building anticipation of his assault. Finally, I felt his hands tug open my shirt, pulling the fabric out from where I'd tucked it into my skirt. His hands moved inside, trailing up the flat of my stomach and up to my breasts. He roughly pushed the lacy black cups of my bra out of the way and grasped the aching mounds of flesh he found there. I couldn't hold in the moan. Thankfully, the rumbling of the train dulled any sounds I made.
His fingers flicked across my nipples, before continuing down to my more daring areas. I waited with bated breath, lightheaded and aroused beyond comprehension. The hand that still held my throat thrummed with the erratic pulse under it. His right hand emerged from under my shirt and drifted down the pleated skirt I wore until it found itself at my thigh. I bit my lip, shallow breaths and aching flesh. I knew he was taking his time, prolonging the torture, but I could also tell he intended to reward me for my patience. Despite this, every second felt like hours.
Please, I begged inwardly. Please, hurry.
My eyes widened as I felt a hardness grow at my back, a confirmation that I wasn't the only one affected physically by this scenario. My mind buzzed, if it wasn't for how tightly packed the train was I would have turned around and- his right hand met the exposed flesh of my upper thigh.
