As she stepped onto the train, she noticed how crowded it was. There was no place to sit. She moved down the aisle and finally found a place by the door. As she gazed through the door, she could see trees and fields as they went by. The commute was a long one with few stops. As she stood staring out the window, she became aware of someone behind her. Recognizing that the train was crowded, she thought nothing of it and continued to gaze out at the passing countryside. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her ass, touching her gently through her long skirt and slip. It seemed casual enough, yet somehow she could sense that it was not. Glancing around, she noticed that a tall bearded man was standing close behind her. He was closer than he needed to be and she knew then that his touch was not accidental. Her first impulse was to either turn around and slap him or just move away. But then something inside her wandered how far he would take this encounter.
As she stood silently pretending to ignore him, she could feel his fingers through the material of her dress, sliding up and down her thigh. Emboldened by her inaction, he slid his hand around her waist and pulled her hard against his body. Emitting a little gasp, she felt his cock was hard, even through his pants and her dress.
She began to think that perhaps this had gotten out of hand. At that moment, the hand around her waist slid slowly upward and he began to knead her breast lightly. She realized now that this had gone too far. Even though she was feeling a wetness between her legs and an aching in her nipples, she made up her mind to move away.
As she began to move away, his arm moved around her body and he pulled her back toward him. As she tried to turn, he maneuvered her into a corner and that she knew she couldn't turn away. When she started to scream, his whisper was sharp in her ear... "Don't!"
She was stunned into silence. "I know what you want..." he whispered.
Her resolve left her at that moment and she felt weak, unable to fight it the feeling, knowing that he was right. He knew...
His arm eased its grip and one hand returned to her waist while the other moved back to her breast. She was still, silent, as if in a trance. He began a slow, sensuous kneading motion with his hand. She felt her nipple harden as he somehow managed to pinch it through her blouse and bra. She felt his hardness pressed insistently into her bottom. She closed her eyes wanting more, wanting him to touch more than just her breast.
"Unbutton your blouse," he whispered to her in the same commanding tone that he had used before. She blushed and hesitated. Suddenly, the kneading stopped. "Unbutton your blouse, now!," he whispered insistently, his body molded against hers. She wondered if any other passenger could see what was going on, but then she realized it didn't matter. She wanted to feel his touch again!
Her hand moved to the buttons of her blouse and she slowly unbuttoned them. His hand reached inside her blouse and pushed her bra up over her breast. A small gasp escaped her lips and again she felt panic. How would she ever get off this train? His fingers began caressing her breast again; this time touching her bare flesh. As he continued slowly kneading her breasts, she began rotating her hips against his erection, almost involuntarily. Her eyes were closed and she was quite aroused. Her panties were becoming wet and she wanted to feel some part of him inside her. Deep down she wanted him to just throw her to the floor and take her then and there.
Her body became more and more aroused until she felt she might just come from his playing with her breasts. And then he stopped!
"Tell me what you want me to do..."
She felt her body flush... she wanted to say the words...yet...
"If you don't tell me, I'll stop and get off the train and you will never hear from me again..."
Tears began filling her eyes...who was this man so able to bend her to his will? She moaned softly and leaned her head back, trembling as he made her want... NEED...what he he was offering...
"Fuck me" she whispered softly...almost too soft to be heard...but spoken nonetheless.
"What?" his voice was taunting. He knew that he had her in his power. She knew that he had heard but she was compelled to reply. "Please, Fuck Me!" Her voice was a little louder.
"Here?" he continued taunting her. He slid his hand down the front of her body and she trembled wondering what he would do.
"Perhaps... " His voice was still low but commanding. "Lift your skirt in front."
She glanced around. It seemed that most of the passengers had left the train already, and no one was near them. Yet she wondered how can these people not know what was going on? Slowly her hands begin bunching your skirt in front, as if they had a mind if their own. As her skirt lifted above her panties, his hand glided down the front and began rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her panties. The juices within her soon made a wet spot and she felt as though she might collapse from the pleasure of his fingers grazing her clit through the thin silk of her panties.
"Take them off."
She didn't need to guess what he was talking about. She slipped her panties over her hips, stepping out as they puddled at her feet. Then without being told, she raised her skirt again. His hand returned to the same spot, only this time he was touching her completely. He entered her cleft, stroking, teasing...soon she was pushing he hips back against him in rhythm to the fucking that his fingers were giving her pussy. She felt a deep welling inside and realized that she was on the verge of cumming... when he suddenly stopped.
"Well, this is where I get off," he whispered. "I'm sorry we couldn't finish this..." But her face told him everything he needed to know, "Unless you want to come with me. Of course, I can't take you home, but perhaps we can find a place and finish what we've started..."
She was suddenly so frustrated that she wanted to cry... the excitement and the nearness of her release, so close...
