(Hey all this is my first story. I think I put the relevant tags but feel free to let me know if I missed anything. As usual I don't endorse rape or misogyny or anything like that. Hope you guys enjoy it.)
I inhaled the cool evening air before entering the train station. As the oppressive sun set over the horizon types like me come out to play. A moment of twilight where both the hunter and prey are active. I boarded the train and noticed my fellow passengers shielding their faces. Like me they couldn't wait for those malicious sunrays to fade. I took a quick look around and spotted you. Instantly I knew it had to be you. No, it could only be you.
Your hair as black as the abyss reaching your waist. Your red eyes giving the illusion of a predator. A light pink blouse and a long flouncy grey skirt that went just past your knees. Upon closer inspection I could see your black bra set against your porcelain white skin even through your blouse.
I both love and hate this time of day. On one hand the crowd makes it hard for me to move. On the other you also struggle to move. It took a few minutes to get to you. Honestly I considered giving up but sometimes fate will smile upon even the most vile. There I was standing next to you. To the untrained eye you were just looking forward. But I knew better. I saw how your eyes darted to me and then back to the front. You were aware of my presence but what of my intentions? Well it's not like it would have mattered. The cautious ones are fun, almost like solving an intricate puzzle.
Normally I'd keep calm, take it slow, truly make you doubt but I couldn't help it. I just had to lean in and inhale your being. The soft faded tones of perfume you'd applied this morning, the papers you'd worked with all day and the fresh sweat born of this crowded car. It was enough to send me into a frenzy. With a fully erect member and only the worst thoughts in mind I reached out. I was so close, so very close but I stopped myself. As fun as it would be to grab you, tear your clothes of in a manner that left marks. God I'm excited. Push you to the ground and force myself into you. Eviscerating your modesty as your cries fall on deaf ears. Creating a divine symphony of pain and pleasure. Sadly this was neither the time nor the place. The people on this train are the nicer type. So nice, so nosy. It makes me sick. If only they would mind their fucking business! Alas beggars can't be choosers
A sway of the train and I fell towards you. I apologized but we both knew it was a facade. It was time to have some fun.
I put my hand on your rear. Even through your skirt I could tell it wasn't the biggest but it was very shapely. Standing behind you I could see the lines form on the side of your face. The beautiful lines that form when anger and disgust can be hidden no longer. Slowly but surely I undid your zipper. Just enough to slide my hand in. You squirmed and wriggled in frustration but soon you'd squirm and wriggle for a different reason. You tried to reach the man in front of you. A simple tap on the shoulder and this would all be over. You'd be safe and the bad man would go to jail where he so rightfully belonged. Locked away and forgotten while the lambs frolic to their heart's content. A firm, painful grasp of shapely behind was enough to curtail those pesky ambitions. The way you winced and the lonely teardrop that fell from your eye as you whipped your head around to look at me. Absolutely delicious. I kept feeling around. Knowing the lay of the land is of utmost importance.
"Oh what's this? A thong? What a naughty naughty girl." A less experienced man might have thought you wanted this.
"And what of your pussy?" I continued feeling around. Dry as the Sahara.
Not a problem, I knew how to fix that. I pulled your thong to the side and gently rubbed your inner lips. Your face was flushed and I could almost see the gears turning. On paper you should hate this but much like a fresh college graduate real life was different from what you'd read. Slowly but surely the wetness flowed. Your brain might have hated it but your body was opening it's legs as if to encourage me.
