Moves to a BDSM and a Non-con theme, will change the category of next chapter, stop here if it's not your tea.
In the pulsating heart of Tokyo, a young Indian woman named Priya was embarking on her honeymoon with her new husband, Ravi. The newlyweds were eager to explore the city and immerse themselves in Japanese culture.
However, within a few hours of their arrival, Ravi found himself overwhelmed by jet lag and chose to rest in the hotel, while Priya decided to venture out into the city on her own and explore.
Priya was a vision. At 25 years old, her body had finally fully developed, blessed in all the right places with lush curves that would send any man to his knees. A petite frame that leveled into a taut and smooth stomach, extending into her beautiful vaginal folds, primed to be explored and broken in by her freshly wedded husband on their honeymoon.
Both of them virgins, Priya had saved herself, and Ravi was definitely in for a treat. Her pert nipples were perched on top of 32DD breasts that were just a little too big for her body, and hardened immediately into pebbles everyday in the shower, evolving into pinchable buds that she often took advantage of in her masturbation sessions. Her jet black tresses often got caught in the way, and she sometimes used her locks to cover her hardened nipples on a cold day when her bra didn't do the job. Her toned stomach housed a beautiful pierced belly button that a finger could dip in and play around for hours. It gave way to her genitals. Oh, her pussy. Certainly a creation from up above. Endowed with unusually thick lips, they were twice as sensitive as normal, and even a slight touch from just her pant cloth made them flutter with arousal and drip her secretions. Ravi was really blessed.
Dressed in a simple outfit, with jeans and a plain silk blouse, she decided to try the subway, feeling a surge of content as she navigated out the hotel into the bustling city. Japan was supposed to be quite safe, after all. She couldn't help but notice the curious glances she received from the locals, admiring her bronze skin tone. Her skin was truly radiating, ablaze with the glow and happiness of a newly wed bride, albeit temporarily without her husband.
Buying her tickets at the machines, she proceeded to find the train that would take her to the city square, waiting for it to arrive at the tracks, oblivious of the tales of what Japanese trains did to beautiful unassuming women. Especially one like her.
As she stood near the metro doors, holding onto the overhead bar, she felt it.
A hand. Lightly grazing the back of her thigh. Lightly, but unmistakably. It was deliberate.
Startled, she whirled around, trying to face her culprit.
A neatly trimmed old man stood right behind her, smiling knowingly. He was crisply dressed in a suit, and had an unassuming casual air about him, as if he did nothing wrong. Priya was shocked. Was this normal? Why didn't he look ashamed? From his grin, it definitely wasn't a mistake, and he was not sorry in the least.
Frowning, she gave him a glare and turned back, his demeanor making her think twice about loudly berating him on the train. Plus, it was so quiet she was actually afraid of disturbing the serenity of the space, not realizing it was probably another factor that he was taking advantage of. Turning back, she huffed, trying to leave her thoughts of the creep behind her.
Barely moments later, the hand returned. Even more boldly. She jerked suddenly, but before she could even turn around, his other hand came down with alarming speed on her waist, firmly shifting her entire body back into position, her back to him, keeping her stationary. His hold was exceptionally strong, and Priya felt immobilized, rooted to the spot.
Confident that he had her mute and unable to try to move, his other hand slowly snaked up her thighs, making sure to feel her plump flesh through the fabric, tracing the outline of her jeans as his fingers now reached her ass.
Surprisingly, she felt his fingers hover. Waiting. Waiting for her reaction to his newfound region of her body.
Once again, Priya looked around, desperately trying to catch someone's eye and grab their attention to her plight. But if anyone saw what was happening, they didn't do anything, keeping their eyes rooted everywhere else except on the 2 figures on the subway floor.
Again, the lull of the metro prevented her from getting the guts to call him out publicly, and she helplessly kept her mouth shut, resorting to squirming her body to and fro to get him off her.
Naturally, this was not going to be stopping the stranger in the least. All he wanted to know was whether she was strong enough to raise her voice. To his delight, she had given him the first indication of her quiet submission to his ministrations, emboldening his advances.
Happy with her response, he jammed his index finger out of his hold onto her butt flesh, making her gasp with the now sudden movement.
'Shhh..' he whispered, leaning into her ear, giving her goosebumps and feeling her momentarily shiver upon hearing his voice for the first time.
With his palm now on her ass, he cupped her right cheek, pleasantly surprised that his hand was nowhere close to enveloping her soft mounds! Her ass was delectably huge!
His left hand still firmly planted on her waist, he started tracing circles around her peach, making her gasp.
'Mhmmmm!'
Suddenly, without any warning, he had quickly moved his hand to the crevice of her mildly open legs, roughly nudged them apart a little wider, and copped a feel of her genital area through her denim. To her shame, she realized her puffy lips were dilated with her arousal, and his fingers actually grazed them even through the fabric.
Panting, Priya struggled to keep her voice low, her heart racing. His fingers continued their rubbing, alternating between gently and roughly caressing her. Mute throughout her ordeal, it definitely didn't look like she was being roughed up if an observer saw them, as waves of pleasure coursed through her being. The fact that she had no experience in anything remotely sexual only heightened the feelings she was currently succumbing to.
Just as his hand tried to cup her pussy lips, an announcement sounded through the speaker that the next stop was coming up.
As abruptly as he had moved his hands to molest her, he retracted his hands from her body, making her sway slightly, immediately feeling the loss of his touch.
Leaning in, he talked into her right ear, 'If you more want, follow me.', with his broken english, as he retracted his face and stepped to the door, exiting the metro.
And follow she did. As if in control of a higher spirit, his instruction had woken something dormant in her, as she wordlessly scrambled to adjust her caroused jeans, smoothing them down before hurriedly exiting the train to try to catch up with him. Not minding her any heed, he continued on his path, making her follow him out the underground station back into the light, as he walked through a maze of roads before entering a building, all as she desperately tried to keep track of him, not even thinking about what she was trying to do.
Dizzy with excitement, she followed him on the stairs to the first floor, and as she alighted them, was faced with his figure smiling and waiting for her at the entrance to one of the apartments.
'I massage. You, interested?' he queried, in his low octave, smirking with a knowing smile, implying exactly what would probably happen in that massage.
'But, but.. I'm married..', Priya tried to weakly counter, hoping to offer some semblance of resistance. Not for him, but to satiate herself. He had just shown her what pleasure meant on that train, and her mind wanted more. Why else would she have so desperately followed him in that haze?
Shrugging, he made a motion to close the door, leading to her immediately protesting through the haze of her excitement. 'Wait.., just a massage, right?'
'Yes yes, Akio give best massage.' he offered, gesturing with his hands for her to step inside his abode.
As if guided by a superior force, Priya felt her body moving irresistibly towards that bastard's door, as he shamelessly placed his right hand on the small of her back, pushing her into the darkness of his apartment, nudging the once proud Indian wife into the depths of her awakening.
