[This is a continuation of my earlier experience. It might be beneficial if you read "He Grabbed My Ass" before reading this story.]
It had been seven days since I rode the subway again. Well, that's not true. I ride the subway Monday through Friday, morning and evening. No, it had been six days since I went hunting on the subway.
You see, last week I had been raped on the subway. Well, that's not true either. You can't be raped if you are willing, and I was willing. I was very willing! No one can give two handjobs, make love to a woman's soft and shapely body, and get seriously fucked from behind unless they were willing.
Anyway, last week was terrifying, but also the most exciting experience I have ever had. It was terrifying because it was my first time having sex on the subway while there was the chance of being seen during the half-hour of intense sexual activities. And it was exciting because it was my first time having sex on the subway while there was the chance of being seen during the half-hour of intense sexual activities.
As a great author once said, it was the best of times and it was the worst of times. And here I am, seven days later, hoping to repeat the experience.
I was unbelievably nervous. I even dropped the token when I tried to drop it in the slot at the gate. I had no idea if I would see the same man again today or if I would have to try someone new, but I was committed to being groped on the subway again and, hopefully, to being fucked.
I tried to look around subtly as I entered the subway car, but I think the intensity in my eyes and on my face gave me away. I received the most curious expressions from some of the men as I looked around, but I really couldn't read them. Well, what the fuck. If they can't take a joke...
I had already taken my position in the middle of the subway car, holding on to a strap hanging from the ceiling. The car wasn't very full at the moment, but I knew it would be in minutes, and I needed the standing crowd if this was going to work. At least four and preferably six people needed to be standing around me to shield me from the eyes of the rest of the subway car. And there would be plenty of people in a couple of minutes. But I needed that handsome stranger to be standing behind me if he was going to fuck me again. And I really wanted him to fuck me again!
Then I saw him! My handsome stranger was in the front of the subway car about ten feet away. We made eye contact and he subtly grinned and nodded his head.
My pussy immediately began to ooze juices.
The subway car stopped and picked up the expected large crowd it always picked up at that stop. All the seats filled up and a couple dozen people were standing in the aisle. As they shuffled and mingled, getting in place for the next few minutes, I looked around for that handsome man but I couldn't see him. Disappointed, I wondered why he had left the subway car. I knew we had made eye contact and I knew he had recognized me. I could only conclude that he did not want to repeat the experience of last week. I felt a deep sense of let-down flood my heart. And then someone grabbed my ass. Again!
I was thrilled as I resisted the temptation to turn and hug him. And then I froze for a moment, realizing that the hand on my ass might not belong to the man in my fantasies.
I casually looked around as if no one had grabbed my ass, and then I saw him. He was standing right behind me, exactly where I wanted him to be! I felt my heart skip a beat, and my pussy tingled for a moment. I wanted this man so badly that I could almost feel him fuck me again. We made eye contact and I made sure to smile at him. And then I spoke to him.
"I have fantasized about you every night since last week." My voice was low enough that I hoped no one but him could hear me. But I must have failed at that because I saw a woman standing in front of me quickly turn to me, a surprised expression on her face. I decided a short explanation was in order. I smiled at her.
"Last week, this man fondled my ass on this car. Then he exposed my ass and pussy to half of the people here. And then he fucked me. It was terrifying and it was awesome." I smiled again, lust evident in my eyes. And the woman stared at me for a moment, shocked. And then she smiled back.
"Ah, yes, the fantasy of so many women who ride the subway. Delightful fantasy, isn't it?" I grinned.
"But a fantasy that I never had until it actually happened." She returned my grin for a moment. Then she glanced at the very handsome man who had provided that fantasy and turned back to me. I took the opportunity to look her over, wanting to know more about her and what she was wearing.
The woman appeared to be almost forty and very attractive. She had dark brown, almost black, hair that hung below her shoulders in beautiful curls. Her eyes were a penetrating black that looked deeply mysterious and almost sparkled. Her dark brows were carefully manicured, and her makeup was perfect. Her lips were scarlet and they seemed to be ready for kissing.