Calle collected her things and glanced at the clock. If she was going to drive she did not have to leave for another 15 minutes, but if she wanted to catch a particular train it was time to go, now. She had thought of nothing else in her bed, alone with a vibrator and her memories, all night long. She gave up with a sigh and headed out the door. She stood on the platform looking back and forth trying to find her Voice but saw nothing out of the mundane.
What if the Voice did not show? What if she rode the train across from the pervert all alone? Would he say something? Do something? She bit her lip as the train pulled up, she verified the car and climbed on board. There at the back by the emergency door was the pervert. The train was not nearly as crowded so she made her way toward him and stood next to the empty seat facing the old man. The seats by the window next to both of them were vacant and Calle hesitated. She felt the car shift and sat down. He glanced at her over his phone and then looked down to touch some buttons on his phone. He glanced up and smiled. Then the Voice behind her whispered, "Oh, good morning my pretty slut, I wasn't sure you were coming."
Calle inhaled sharply through her nose before a ragged breath exited her mouth. His hand slipped through the opening in the seatback and he brushed a knuckle over her breast. She gasped like she had electric bolting through her.
"Be quiet, slut. You know better than that." The Voice admonished pinching her distended nipple. "Do you want to be a bad girl today? Do you want to play dirty games for the pervert?"
Calle squeaked but no words came out.
"You know you have to say it." The Voice said.
"Yes." Calle panted. "Please."
"Mmmm I like to hear you beg." The Voice said with a smile in his tone. "Prepare yourself. Pull up that skirt and spread your legs."
Calle shuffled her skirt up and spread her legs until her panties with an obvious wet gusset appeared. The pervert grunted. They were alone on this end of the car so he did not even pretend to cover his enjoyment with a cough. He touched the screen of his phone and Calle could tell that he was zooming in on her revelation.
"Look at you, such and eager slut. Pull your panties to the side." The Voice was so close but still so invisible. It was easy to follow his commands. She slid her panties to reveal her newly waxed pussy. "Such a good girl. Did you wax for me?"
"Yes." Calle moaned.
"Do you want to see me?" The Voice asked. They both stayed there in the safe cocoon of anonymity on the dangerous precipice of knowledge and reality. "I will still use you if you say no. Do you want to see me?"
Calle bit her lip and tried to decide. Was this hotter because she didn't see the Voice? Was there enough magic that she could sustain the intense arousal if she added the visual to it? She wanted to know the Voice that knew her so well so she made a mental wish and answered clearly. "Yes, I want to see you."
Grant stood up and came around the seat and stood before her. Her gaze traveled up, past his tall lanky frame, past his scruffy beard growth, beyond his crooked nose, to his laser beam dark eyes that bore into her and knew her secrets. She felt her body convulse in arousal. He slid into the window seat beside her and gazed into her eyes. She was enraptured in his eyes so when his hand covered her bare pussy she shivered but stayed in his tractor beam sights as he began to fondle. "So wet. Such a good girl."
Grant slid one finger inside her and she instantly clamped down in a shivery silvery orgasm. Her lids dropped to half mast and she bit her lip. Take more, Grant thought putting a second finger inside of her. She arched at the fuller feeling not uncomfortable but more stretch than she had been for a very long time.
"This pussy is hungry. You have been starving this, haven't you baby girl?"
