Stranger Coincidences

As I found myself entranced by the gaze of the man before me, a strange thrill tickled my senses. His dark, silver-speckled hair and weathered leather jacket stirred an unexpected curiosity within me. There he was, slowly maneuvering through the crowd, his eyes never leaving mine, drawing closer with each passing second. My heart fluttered as he finally stood before me, our eyes once again locked in a silent exchange. He seemed intrigued, unafraid of the silent challenge posed, standing before me with a quiet confidence that stirred my interest.

When he finally spoke, his voice was as captivating as his eyes.

"The city in summer can be overwhelming, wouldn't you agree?" he initiated, his voice a soothing baritone.

Deciding to match his playfulness, I retorted, "And what makes you think I find it overwhelming?" I allowed my words to hang in the air, a challenge and an invitation wrapped in a question.

"Your eyes," he replied almost instantly, "They look like they're searching for something beyond the obvious chaos."

His observation surprised me, coaxing a laugh out of me. "Or perhaps they're just fascinated by the chaos," I offered, a playful twist to our growing banter.

The smile that broke on his face was unexpected yet genuine. "Ah, then we share something in common," he said, and I couldn't help but wonder what other similarities this intriguing stranger and I might discover.

Suddenly, the air around us seemed to tighten, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of concern in his eyes. He glanced around the train, a subtlety that didn't escape my notice. I followed his gaze, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

"Our common interest in chaos," he began, a more serious tone seeping into his voice, "might serve us well soon."

The carriage had slowly emptied, people trickling out as we neared the last few stops on the line. Now it lurched forward, a mechanical beast carrying us away from the belly of the city. Our bodies swayed in the back of the last carriage, a dance choreographed by the jostling train, the tracks blurring behind us. My shoulder brushed against his arm, an intimate connection that sent a thrill through me.. A brief touch, an exchange of glances, a shared smile - the chemistry understood between us then.

I was wearing a summer dress and it whispered against my skin in soft rustles.

"Has a strange effect, doesn't it?" He leaned in and mused, his voice dropping to a quieter, lower tone.

Caught off guard by the sudden shift in energy, I simply nodded, entranced by the glint in his eyes and the magnetic attraction between us.

"Chaos can be... addictive, don't you agree?" His words were barely above a whisper now, laced with an intoxicating promise of things to come. I found myself nodding again, my heartbeat syncing with the pulse of the city around us.

As the silence between us trailed on, I felt the train come to a halt again. The noise of the city's veins faded into an unusual silence, turning my attention to the sudden stop. Looking around, I realized the carriage had fully emptied out at some point during our exchange, leaving just the two of us alone in the unexpected stillness.

"It seems we've been granted an unexpected privilege," he murmured, his face returning to look at me.

The spark of intrigue flashed and burned hot inside of me. It was then, as we were encased in this sudden and sunny quiet, that I felt a ripple of danger... and excitement in my lower half. I took a breath to calm myself. We were two strangers, at least in the physical world. This could happen at any time, in any which way, I reasoned.

Amidst these thoughts, David gently reached out, tracing a finger along the back of my hand. His touch ignited a ripple of electricity, and I found myself with a flash of understanding that swept across me as I turned back to him.

His composure remained unruffled, a small grin adorning his face, and his eyes hinted at a secret he had yet to reveal.

"Is this too forward?" he asked, his tone holding a hint of amusement. His gaze locked onto mine, a silent request for permission lingering in his question, but he didn't stop speaking to let me answer.

"Yet, here you are, Cat. Not running away."

His words rang true, making me chuckle nervously.

"There's nowhere to run to right now", I managed to get out, followed by "You do seem quite sure of yourself".

His hand moved up and started tracing the line of my neck. "Only when the occasion calls for it."

"And does it?" I daringly challenged, my breath hitching more as his touch continued to explore.

"Every moment with you is an occasion." He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin, each of his firm words spoken like a confession.

"Hush now, Cat," he whispered next, his voice filled with a husky quality that had my heart pounding against my chest. His lips brushed lightly against my earlobe, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine..

The scent of his skin, warm and comforting, filled my senses. I felt an intoxicating thrill, inhaling the essence of the man before me. Every gasp and inhalation was a tiny plea to the ether now.

His grip on my hand tightened, a new intensity building quickly. Before I could react, his hands found my shoulders, grasping them firmly as he spun me around to face away from him. I could feel the heat of his palms, the strength in his fingers, as he held me there, his grip unyielding.

"David," I murmured, unable to hide the tremor in my voice.

His hands moved to cradle my face, his thumb and forefinger guided my chin, a silent assertion of the control he held. His next grip I felt on both sides of my neck, his thumb reaching to press down firmly into the center hollow of my collarbone.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand, leaving a trail of cool air on my skin where his fingers had just been. Anticipation was making my breath hitch as his hand returned slipping lower, tracing the bottom curve of my collarbone before resting against my chest, playfully cupping my chest on both sides.

All of the sudden he broke this trance and spun me around to face him again, the movement causing me to stumble into his waiting arms. His grip was steady, preventing me from falling.

As I looked up at him, I saw a strange gleam in his eyes.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he brushed a stray lock of hair from my face. "You could say that I've waited for you to step into my reality."

I knew exactly who he was then, confirming in my mind that this had to be.. that "David".

"Indeed," he breathed as if reading my mind, his fingers tracing patterns on my arm, his touch electrifying. "..everyone but a click away. A world where you never truly meet, yet know each other so intimately."

My heart pounded in my chest. The indirectness of his words was beginning to crystallize. "So you are talking about... you found me online, and now..?" I trailed off.

He laughed softly, a sound I found both intimidating and endearing. "Could be," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Wouldn't that be something?"

"Anyway, I said you can hush now, Cat."

"Wow" I accidentally said out loud. His eyes had darkened, and I could see his body tense and feel a tangible energy rise over me.

"You already know almost exactly what is about to happen to you. You can tell anyone you want about it. Here, I want you to take out your phone and call or text whoever you would like. I want to be sure that you can look in the mirror tomorrow and know you received the consequences of your own actions, on your own free will. I mean, as free as possible anyway, knowing your filthy fucking mind".

I handed him my cell phone from my purse.

"Done? So quickly? Ok. Then I need you to stay quiet for me now". He tucked the phone into his jacket pocket and I made no comment.

My eyes locked onto his, increasingly nervous with his changing demeanor. I was brought back to the strange coincidences that had all transpired to put us into this exact moment in time.

Quick flashbacks of the morning played in my head as David swiftly yet gently pushed me against one of the nearby seats. My knees buckled as they hit the edge of the seat. He expertly and instantaneously pulled down his slightly baggy pants and took himself out.

Everything was moving very quickly and slowly all at once now, my brain in a silent meditation with my eyes simultaneously scanning his huge, shining cockhead and overall size. My brain was downloading the information at lightning fast speed.

Not fast enough for David though, who told me to "Open your mouth Cat, right now".

My mouth opened obediently and some deeper part of me knew my world was about to be reduced to the taste of his cock. I was right. He hit the back of my throat almost immediately and used the back of his other hand to command his full entry.

I loved the few sweet seconds he kept me there, my throat unsuccessfully closing up and tears forming as I struggled to return to regular functioning.

He pulled out, saliva dripping and making his cock glisten. He looked at me and gave me a few seconds before re-entering my open, waiting mouth.

Looking down at me, he flashed a small satisfactory smile and said, "Good girl, now take a deep breath, I'll let you take another again when I decide it's time".

What followed next was a symphony of choking noises, gasps, and gurgles as he slammed himself deep into my mouth and down my throat repeatedly. I could tell he meant what he had said, and that I better control my panicked attempts at breathing.

I relaxed into the sensation of serving him like this. After the seemingly endless first part of widening my throat was complete, he would change his rhythm, sometimes inserting just the tip followed by a rather mean full thrust.

I would experience a few milliseconds of profound relief as he alternated between the deepness of his thrusts.

I could only predict that my mouth would be full and I needed to keep it open.

At this point he was bringing up the thick, globby part of my spit from the back of my throat. I felt the warm saliva escaping from my mouth, dripping and dribbling down my neck to my chest. I flashed a brief glance down and could see the wetness.

He seemed to pick up on my brief look down, and used my parted lips as an invitation to slide down my throat one last time. I gagged and murmured, which was all the sound that he allowed me to make.

Jumping off of me, he eyed my slightly disheveled, wide-eyed form from above.

"Spread your legs, stay quiet, and be a good girl. Otherwise this cock is going into your ass faster and deeper than in your mouth, and I won't be as nice about it."

A shiver ran through me thinking about being ass-fucked with the same intensity as I had just been throat-fucked. "Yes Da..", I squeezed out before his slap fully registered on my face.

"Here, I'll make it easy for you Cat. You can nod your head quietly and nicely if you want me to get more mean with you, otherwise I don't need any input from your side".

I gave him the slightest of nods. He smirked and pulled up my dress, then yanked down the thong I was wearing underneath. "Thank you for making this easy, little slut".

He then proceeded to line himself up with my incredibly wet, dripping pussy. At this point, I had collected about as much wetness down there as my mouth had produced earlier.

He slid his cock around the sticky liquid, moving up and down my slit. After circling my clit torturously, he slid back down.

Quickly, he slapped one of my breasts, hard, then squeezed it and pinched my nipple in both a haphazard but seemingly entertaining way for him. I could tell we both got off on some deliberately administered pain. With that same aura of deliberation, he gave me no more time to think.

I was stunned that I had almost forgotten that we would come to this point eventually.

"One more breath now Cat, although it won't help you take it. This is what you want. Feel it happen."

He started pushing, and my wetness allowed the tip to be taken in by my swollen, warm, needing pussy. I could immediately tell there would be some adjustment needed on my part. Past the tip of his thick cock, there was a moment of friction and resistance which my tight grip would not let him pass.

Our eyes connected again, and he used one hand to keep me upright and in one place, pushing me against the seat I had stumbled into. He used the other hand to guide his cock back for the big push.

I felt a moment of real fear before recognizing I had to accept the, "Uggh" I groaned as David confirmed my mental conclusion and used his hips to thrust and angle himself inside of me.

With him pushing deep inside of my abdomen, he evoked more sounds from me that I had not heard myself create before. The pain combined to a holy trinity when he hit the back of my cervix, stretching and tearing the sides of my walls as he reached his destination.

The three different sensations were enough for me to be brought to the present and led me to admit I had readily become his slut on command, ignoring the reason and logic I would normally use when in a potentially dangerous situation.

Nothing else mattered to me now except being used by this well-endowed stranger on this public train, a stranger who was helping my filthy online content come to life. I had written this reality into existence and he was determined to let me live it.

I must have tried squirming away unconsciously because I felt another slap on my face's other cheek this time. David frowned at me.

"Take it slut, take it like a good girl, try your very hardest to feel every second of me stretching and tearing you. I think your insides need a good restructuring, it seems to me you are much too tight if you crave the other stories you write."

My pussy clamped down hard around him, trying desperately to expel the intruder that was much too big for her. I moaned as the pain of that action coursed through me, reviving and intoxicating my senses.

Just as I thought I would let out a little cry, he pulled himself back and immediately jammed his cock back into the deepest part inside of me. The cry doubled, as a fiery sensation shot through me.

Now he was experimenting with what actions would bring about the most elicit response in me.

The heat spread through me, radiating outwards from my core, reaching every extremity. My skin tingled with it, my fingers felt charged with it, even my heartbeat echoed his rhythm.

My pussy was being torn apart by his cock and the flames licked at all of my senses.

I accepted letting the sensation unfurl, allowing the heat to fill me. He was making no inclination of wanting to slow down his determination to make me take him, again and again. Time was stretching again.

Just as unexpectedly as it had all begun, the train started to move again at the same time that I heard his voice next to my head, a gentle whisper that swirled around me like an echo. "Until next time, Cat," it said, his tone foreshadowing. He removed himself.

It all happened so fast, I felt like I saw a flash, suddenly followed by a sensation of coming back after being somewhere else. Before I knew it, I had hazily blinked and found myself alone, dress lifted up and panties around my knees now.

What had just happened? Time moved swiftly now and I pulled up my panties and smoothed my dress.

My thoughts were racing slightly, again, but this time it was for a different reason. I had introduced this new part of my life willingly and was immediately hooked on the feeling.

Our brief interaction left me clinging to a promise of a 'next time', with the stakes upped significantly.

The train announced its final stop, my stop, and I sat down to check my page. My hand reached up to my mouth on its own when I saw the photo comment underneath my most recent writing: it was a picture of myself neck down, my dress lifted, panties moved to the side, knees by my side, with lips stretched to accommodate the fat cock spreading me open.

I floated off of the train to go home in a mood of astonishment, eager to sit down with my laptop and conjure up the next scenario.