Alex settled back comfortably in his seat. It was late and he was hungry and happy to finally be heading home. The night was pleasant and the train reasonably empty, so with a bit of luck he wouldn't have the yammering of idiots on their smart-phones and the mosquito buzzing of their music.
He was relieved to note that apart from a young couple sitting opposite him, the carriage was empty, and they were just chatting between themselves.
A few stations down the track and it seemed to Alex that the friendly chat opposite was starting to get a bit acrimonious. Bored, he started tuning in and enjoying the conversation.
The young couple seemed to be teenagers, eighteen or nineteen, and they weren't so much a couple but a young lady and her would-be swain. The acrimony that was creeping into their conversation appeared to be about her lack of interest in giving lover-boy a bit of nooky. Feeling amused, Alex listened a little harder.
"Come on, Angela," the would-be lover was begging. "We got time. If you're worried about the old fart watching us, we can always move further down the train."
"I said no, Joey, and I mean no," came the irritated reply. "I don't want to."
"But why not?" insisted Joey. "It'll just be a bit of quick fun. Come on, give me a real reason why not instead of just saying no."
This back and forth went on for a few moments, the girl's answers becoming shorter and Joey becoming ever more insistent, apparently thinking he was getting somewhere. Alex's opinion was that Joey was riding for a fall, if not a spectacular K.O.
Finally, after one request too many for an excuse and fending off one grope too many, Angela laid it on the line.
"You want a reason?" she suddenly snapped. "OK, I'll give you a reason. You get out in about five minutes, and while I've heard you can go from start to finish in under two I need more time than you've got. In addition, you're juvenile. I prefer older men. And your dick's so small I doubt it could make the grade anyway."
"They say politicians never ask a question unless they know the answer in advance," thought Alex. "You could learn from them, my boy."
Joey was not taking these slurs lying down. He pointed out that five minutes would be plenty of time, because he was an excellent lover. Then he offered to show her his cock so she could check the size for herself. Angela just laughed at that one and held up a closed hand with the little finger held out, giving her silent assessment of his manhood.
Foiled on these two accounts, Joe turned on Alex.
"If you like older men so much why don't you offer a bit of it to the old fart there. Maybe he's old enough to satisfy you. That is if anyone that old can still get it up."
Alex felt mildly irritated. He was in his forties. That wasn't old and he could most certainly get it up when he wanted to. Stupid young squirt.
When Angela didn't deign to answer this salvo, Joey stepped up his attack. "Come on. He's an old geezer. Why don't you flash your tits at him and see if he's interested. Go on. You're not wearing a bra. I can tell by the way you bounce."
So could Alex, and while he quite appreciated the bounce he hadn't considered Joey smart enough to even notice. It seemed that a horny teenager didn't miss much.
Angela had been getting steadily madder at that cretin, Joey. With this last little effort she snapped. She turned to face Alex directly and called out to him.
"Hey, mister, would you like a bit of this?" while at the same time jerking her top up and displaying a pair of fine breasts.
Still amused, Alex shook his head. "Not right now," he said, "but thanks for asking."
Joey was also fuming. "What's the matter, grandpa," he jeered. "Can't handle something like this." At the same time he reached over to grope those lovely globes, only to be frustrated again as Angela neatly moved them out of reach and then out of sight.
Alex grinned at the little by-play, and Joey re-acted furiously.
"What are you laughing at, you old fart," he snarled, rising to his feet.
Alex let his smile grow. "I am not an old fart and I'm not your grandfather. If I was I'd clout you to teach you some manners."
Even as he spoke, Alex was breathing deeper and squaring his shoulders. There was nothing obvious in what he did, but to Joey he suddenly looked a lot bigger and a lot tougher than he had a few moments before. Joey was quite relieved to find they were pulling into his station. With a mumbled curse he swung away and left the train.
Alex and Angela settled back into their respective seats and the train continued on its way.
A few more stations and the stations were now further apart as they travelled through the outlying suburbs. Then the train pulled up between stations and sat. Alex looked out the window and shrugged. And waited.
After a minute or so, a message came over the announcement system. "We regret to inform you that there has been a breakdown in front of us. We will need to wait here until it has been cleared. It is expected that this will take about thirty minutes. We apologise for the inconvenience."
Alex felt like swearing. If they said thirty minutes they probably meant sixty. There was nothing he could do but wait. He settled back again.
The pleasant memory of a pair of delightful young breasts popped back into his mind. He smiled. There was something he could do.
He rose and moved across to where Angela sat. She looked up at him in surprise and he smiled down at her.
"According to the announcement, we have at least thirty minutes to wait before we get going. Then we'll probably have ten to fifteen minutes before we reach the next station. To fill in time, I thought I'd take you up on your earlier offer."
Angela looked blankly back at him. "What on earth was he on about," she wondered.
Alex continued smiling as he explained. "While Joey was here you asked me if I'd like a bit of these," he said, reaching over and poking one tender breast. "I've decided that since we're stuck here, why not?"
Angela when from blank to stunned, as she hastily slapped his hand away from her breast. "You've got to be kidding," she said, "Fat chance." She determinedly looked away from Alex, conversation over.
"No," came the cool reply, to Angela's continue shock and growing nervousness. "I liked what I saw and I've decided to see more of it and to see more of the rest of you."
Angela shook her head firmly. "No, now leave me alone."
Alex laughed quietly. "I'm afraid you don't quite understand," he told her. "You offered and I've now accepted and no is not an option.
As Angela continued to sit looking away from him Alex shrugged and reaching down cupped her breast. That got a reaction, as she squealed and jerked around and away from him.
"Just leave me alone, will you," she yelled. "You know damn well I was only having a shot at Joey because he was being a pest."
"Maybe," observed Alex, "but that's irrelevant you did make the offer and I'm here to accept. I'm Alex by the way. I think it's only fair that you know who's in you."
Angela was now feeling worried and frustrated. Why couldn't men accept being told no. "Look, if you're really desperate for another peak I'll show them to you again," she snapped. "Then you can go away."
Shaking his head Alex refused, apology in his voice. "I'm sorry, but that won't do. I want to see all your body, and when I take you I expect you to be completely naked. Are you going to take your clothes off yourself, or do you want me to help you?"
"You're going to rape me, aren't you," accused Angela, fear putting a tremor in her voice. "No matter what I say you're going to make me have sex with you."
"Now don't go using nasty little words like rape," said Alex, his voice soft and soothing. "Look at it as being permission impaired sex."
He paused for a moment as Angela tried to follow that bizarre statement, and then continued, apologetically.
"If I have to take off your clothes, they may get a bit damaged. Will you want some money to pay for new ones, or will you just take them off yourself."
