Timestop - Subway
Mary stood nervously on the platform. She had missed her usual train, having stayed back with some friends for a post work drink, and now it was just after nine thirty, and dark. There were fewer people on the platform than usual, probably due to the late hour, she didn't often ride this late, Jack, her husband didn't like her to ride the subway at night, he had heard so many tales of women being molested on trains.
Mary hadn't told him, that that had been one of her most precious fantasies. How she had searched the internet while he was snoring, after his pump and squirt performance had left her needy, looking for what the Japanese called Chikan videos. She often imagined herself in those girls' places, being trapped between bodies, unable to move, whilst her tits were mauled, her ass fondled, her pussy fingered, all by strangers that she didn't know and would never see again. She imagined what it would feel like to be pushed up against the train window, watching as the dark walls of the tunnels raced by while a cock, belonging to someone she had never met, plundered her before dumping its payload deep inside her.
She would scoop out Jacks cum, imagining it to be that of the stranger and use it to lubricate her fingers on her clit while she fingered herself to orgasm, all while Jack snored next to her. She could have fucked the next door neighbor in the bed next to him and Jack wouldn't have woken.
Mary looked up and down the platform. There were a few people gathered waiting for the train, and she shivered a little in the cold air. It had been forecast sunny today, so she hadn't brought a coat, not thinking to be out this late. She had forgotten about the leaving party for Cheryl, and now her business suit, and light jacket weren't really up to the job of keeping out the evening chill. She could feel her nipples pushing through her bra in the cold and she glanced down, seeing them visible even through her shirt. She folded her arms to cover them, and the sensation of her arms dragging over them, even through her other clothing, sent jolts of electricity through her.
She blushed a little, looking around once more to see if anyone had noticed, and caught his eye.
He was tall and slender, with short black hair, and piercing blue eyes. He wore a dark pinstripe suit, a white shirt, and dark tie. There was a white handkerchief peeking out of his top pocket. He was standing maybe twenty feet away from her, facing the edge of the platform, but his face was turned in her direction. He seemed to have sensed her embarrassment because the corner of his mouth twitched up as their eyes met.
Mary jumped as she felt the sensation of her nipples being gently tweaked, sent another electric shock straight to her pussy. The man held her gaze, and his smile widened as her blush deepened, as if he had known what had happened. She shivered under his gaze, looking down the line to see the train approaching. She stepped forward, feeling the wetness between her legs, and wondering how she was so horny all of a sudden.
When the train had stopped at the platform, she waited for the doors to open and then stepped across the small gap, into the carriage. She must have been wetter than she thought, because as she strode, her pussy lips, which must have been stuck together with her arousal, suddenly parted, giving her a sensation almost exactly like someone had run their finger the full length of her slit, back to front. She almost moaned out loud, and shivered as she stepped onto the train, before noticing the man again.
How had he gotten on before her? He was further down the carriage, which wasn't exactly full, but standing because there were no available seats. She would be forced to stand as well.
Once more she caught his piercing blue eyes, and found she struggled to look away. She would have liked to have turned her back to him, he unnerved her a little, but he might think she was being rude. Instead, she took hold of the pole in front of her, and let her eyes fall. She could still feel the wetness between her legs, and she gently rubbed her thighs together, trying to make herself more comfortable, but something seemed strange. Under her skirt, she felt a draught, almost like...
Her eyes widened as the thought struck her. It felt like she wasn't wearing panties. That couldn't be, she had definitely worn underwear, she remembered putting them on, the red lacy pair, that Jack had bought her for her last birthday. She liked them, they were comfortable. She tried surreptitiously to run her hand down her side, then back up over her butt, feeling for the line of her underwear, but couldn't find it. It was as if they had just vanished.
She glanced once again at the man, who was still looking in her direction, although he wasn't staring directly at her. He was busy mopping his face, as if he was sweating, although she didn't think the train was that hot. Finished now he tucked the handkerchief back into his top pocket, not forgetting to leave a little of the red material poking out.
The lights flickered in the carriage, going out for just a second, before flickering back on again. This happened often on this line. There was one section further up where the lights would go out for almost thirty seconds at a time, at least a dozen time in a row, and then a final section just before her station where they stayed off for a full minute. she remembered the first time she had ridden this train, wondering what the problem was, but it was apparently normal, and she had gotten used to it now. There would be a couple of short periods of darkness soon though before she reached the main section.
Her fantasy resurfaced in her mind, and she wished the train was more crowded. She had quietly backed into guys on crowded trains before, and on one occasion had actually felt one stiffen where her ass rubbed against him. She had pretended not to notice, but had come massively later that night, fantasizing about that strangers cock while she masturbated, thinking about it rubbing up against her ass, separated only by a couple of layers of material.
The memory of that made her squirm and her pussy started to tingle, she could feel herself getting wetter, and the cool air did nothing to soothe the itch that was burning there. She still wondered about her panties. Where were they, Had she really not put any on? She was sure she had, the red pair. In fact the exact same shade of red as...
Her eyes widened as she spied the small triangle of color peeking from the top pocket of the man in the suit. Hadn't his handkerchief been white before? No, she was being ridiculous. He was over twenty feet away from her and hadn't moved. Unless she believed in magic, there was no way...
The lights flickered out once again. A short one this time, less than five seconds. In the dark she felt a hand on her ass. Stroking and squeezing. She jumped and squeaked, but as she put her hand down to trap the pervert who was groping her in the dark, the lights came back on, and there was nobody near her. She was standing between the doors, against a post. The nearest seats were a good ten feet away.
Her fantasies were obviously getting the better of her but that had felt so real, and so good. She smiled wryly to herself, once again looking up and catching the eye of the man in the suit, who was also smiling.
Once more the lights flickered out, another short one, no more than five seconds, but this time she felt him, behind her. His trouser covered erection pushing into her rear, his hands around her front cupping her jacket covered breasts. She moaned this time and pushed back, just as the lights came back on. She almost stumbled. There was nobody behind her. She might have fallen had she not been holding onto the pole. Nobody noticed, apparently if anyone had seen they had simply put it down to her losing balance in the motion of the train.
Her pussy was soaked now. She could feel her juices starting to trickle down her leg. That had felt so real. She had felt him, and she was certain it was he, his erection had been very evident even through both their clothes, as he had ground it into her. She sneaked a look over her shoulder. Wondering if there was any chance that any of the men behind her could have got to her, but it had been too fast. No, it had to have been her imagination. But wow that had been intense.
