Many months were spent planning this day. Finally, on the day to arrive, the conditions were perfect. Two people on a crowded platform give each other a nod of acknowledgement.
She breathes in deeply and exhales hard. Then, finally, it was time to get on the train. Her thoughts were racing; her breath became quick with anticipation and excitement; as she boarded the train in search of her seat in the hustle and bustle. Everyone heading home at 5 pm.
The train was packed to the brim! Lady luck was on her side tonight, though. Top of the car in the middle, a window seat was free. It was over an hour ride home, and she did not have to stand. Instead, the woman put her bag in front of her legs on the floor and put in her headphones. Once seated, she began to stare out the window. She was tuning out the outside world and getting lost in her current thoughts.
He spots his target on the platform of the train station. Perfection! She had her hair down in loose brunette curls, dark sunglasses-wearing wedges and a simple dress that hugged her curves in all the right spots. He spots her, noticing her nervous tics while bouncing a purse on her right shoulder. It is clear; she was anxious and distracted.
He follows the woman on the train, four people behind her; he cannot grab a spot on the top of the train near her. So he leaves to stand on the bottom deck of the train.
The gentleman quickly plots a quick change to the original plan. There is a spot on the train where he could watch who leaving the train. He put in headphones and pretend to zoned out as he waited, like a spider waiting for a fly to land in his trap.
She is so focused on distressing the way home; she does not notice the train is slowly becoming empty. Until only a handful of people are sprinkled throughout the train. Then, suddenly, there is a hand on her thigh. What the hell! Who the hell is touching me?
She turns to her right. A man was sitting beside her, moving his hand slowly up her thigh towards the hem of her dress. He was staring forward, lost in thought; it was to seem, headphones in his ears. She gasped; in panic and fear; she does not react at first. But, once the adrenaline kick in, she directly slaps his hand away. The gentleman dressed in a business suit, with a clean trim beard and polish shoes, whose eyes, from hers perceptive, appear to sparkle from his mischievous thoughts. Boy, he smelled good and looks good, but she was a scare. Just as fast as she pushed his hand away, he would go back even harder.
Then, suddenly he turned to her and whispered, "Don't scream and obey me, or I will freaking strangle you with my tie." She then drops her hands in her lap in defeat and submits to his commands. Next, he whispered to her, "move your handbag on your lap." She does as she told by this stranger; her heart is thumping, and her blood jumping; this man then moans softly, Good girl".
At last, the train was practically empty, and she has not got off the train yet. The man starts going up the stairs, which gives him the advantage of sneaking up behind her seat on the top floor of the train.
Good, he thinks; as he approached her seat, she was not even paying attention as she stared out the window. Sweet lord, he thinks, her scent is intoxicating, her severe features and distract expression is perfect.
He quietly slid into the seat next to her. Good so far, he thinks. Her bare legs, 0glimmer in the sunlight. He delicately reaches over to her thigh and gingerly caresses her inner leg, creeping up her thigh; he licked his lips as he stared forwards. So close, he thinks. Then, just as he reaches her hemline, she is startled suddenly.
At last, she has noticed his hand! His pants get tight in the crotch; she gasped; Now, the man thinks. He turns to towards the woman, and pushed his hand harder up her thigh and whispered, "Don't scream and obey me, or I will freaking strangle you with my tie."
The man noticed that she then drops her hands in her lap in submission with a huff and submit to his commands. He then proceeds to whisper to her, "move your handbag on your lap." Oh, he thinks, she does as she told; this dog is intelligent! This man then moans softly, Good girl".
Dammit, "I knew it"! She thinks, Why did I have to feel sexy this morning and had to put on the racy, lacy red bra and panties set under this well-fitted mid-thigh dress today!" She suddenly felt shame because she felt she made herself a target.
She wanted to scream, scratch this man's eyes out and snapped his hand closed between her thigh. But, instead, she decided to be smart and let this man do to her whatever he pleased to survive. She was a survivor anyways; every time life knocked her down, she stands back up and dusts herself off. "What's another time," she thinks. She lets out a whimper and then turns her focus on the window; she prays he is quick on what he does.
"Shall I continue up her thigh or go on to caress her breast through the thin material"; he reflects. His pants growing uncomfortably tight by the minutes. The gentleman can faintly see the outline of her bra and panties...lacy..." Dammit," he thinks.
He gently bites his lower lip and lets out a soft moan under his breath. "This going to be so freaking hot," he thinks. His heart is racing, his breath growing heavy with anticipation, "seize the moment." He dove under the hem of her dress with his left hand and swiftly slide the right side of her panties to the side, desperately searching for her "special button," the sweet spot," BINGO!
With the other hand, he pulled up the hem of her dress as he quickly scanned the train to make sure no one was watching. "This going too well!" he reflects, quickly glancing over to the woman's crotch. "Dammit, red lace, panties, and they are hot"; it was as she was begging to be rape tonight," the man thought.
She is sitting frozen in her seat, unsure how to react! He has found her clit, her jelly bean. He knows what he was doing, she thinks; his fingers are quick, precise and drawing circles, quicken with pace and intensity, with each breath. If this continues, she was going to ejaculate against her will. She suddenly thinks, Is that possible"? Oof, his fingers are slipping down her slit. She cannot help but bite her lower lip and whimper." Dammit, this not happening," the woman thinks, as the stranger slide two fingers in her pussy that is beginning to drip.
The woman silently curses her body; it reacts to his accurate fingers movements like a puppet. Then the man hit home. "He found my g-spot," as she wriggled away instinctively.
She jumps in shock and slams her legs closed; as his second-hand clamps down on her thigh, forcing her legs apart... She noticed that man lets out a chuckle quietly and leans into her right ear...he gives her ear a nibble." Dammit"! She yelped under her breath. Next, she hears him whispered, "Be a good girl and open up prude!"
He noticed, she froze in her seat, and this further arouse him. He has hit home on her clit, "She was trying to resist my touches, grr.", he thinks. The man watches her facial features as he carefully views the train for any onlooker or any interference.