A Train ride to remember by jessica finch

He sat there with a peculiar look. His handsome face staring at me from across the train. I knew he was looking at me even when I was turned away, I could feel his cold gray eyes scanning my face that people always said looked like Pam Grears, my long slender and shapely legs, my nicely shaped breasts and the area between my thighs. It was a feeling that I had grown used to in the past year, men examining my body. At age 16, my body was quite filled out. When men first began to stare at more than my pretty face, I felt violated. But lately I realized that most men who look would never do much and I began to take it as a complement. But this man was weirding me out. He had a hungry look that made me nervous, so I nearly jumped out of my skin when he began to approach me. I watched him put his bag in the seat that he was sitting in and begin to walk towards me. I looked away as if expecting him to walk past me. My heart began to pound as the stopped in front of me. “ Excuse me miss, would you like to take my seat over there?” the man asked with a sly smile. The subway car took a sharp turn and he fell in close to me, and his sweet cinnamon breath blew into my mouth. He lingered there for a moment boldly staring down my shirt until another sharp jerk pulled him away.

Realizing that another turn could come at any moment, I accepted the seat with a smile and waited for him to lead the way, but he gestured for me to go first. “ Ladies first.” He said close to my ear. I began to shove my way to the seat when I noticed that the man’s bag was on the floor and a very large man was sitting in the seat. When gray-eyes saw the man, he slid past me to confront him. As he slid by, I felt the unmistakable lump of an erection brush against my ass. The feeling sent shock waves through my body and I felt my own wetness begin to grow. It was the first time I had ever been attracted to a man and one that I didn’t even know. I mean yeah, Usher, Johnny deep, and Bert Mcracken all turn me on, but all of the older men that I see on the streets repulse me. But the juices stirring between my legs didn’t lie. I had the hotts for this guy. He looked about late 20’s, not too old, about 27 or 28. And judging from the budge in his pants he was no old timer.

“Hey, I think this seat was hers.” He said.
“ I don’t see her name on it.” The fat man said in an ugly harsh voice.
“ You know, if this is going to be problem…” Gray-eyes stopped short when he saw the man flash a shiny pistol under his coat.

“ Look, I’m in no mood to argue right now. So why don’t you and your little girlfriend take your shit and get the fuck off of my train.” The man said throwing Gray-eye’s bag at him. The train rolled into another stop and we both got off silently and quickly. “Come on, Maybe we can get you on another car!” gray-eyes said, grabbing my hand. But no sooner did he say the words did the train pull off.

“I am so sorry about that.” He said, his beautiful eyes filling with remorse. “ I feel so bad” he went on. “ Oh its not your fault. Some people are just fucked-up like that.” I said, hoping he would take notice to my adult choice of words. “ But still, I want to make it up to you. How about I find us a cab. I’ll pay.” He offered. “ Oh no. Its okay the next train comes in about 45 minutes I can wait.” I said. Something about riding in a car with this man made me nervous. “No I insist. Where do you live?” I opened my mouth to refuse again but I gave in and told him that I lived on Grand Avenue. “Oh that’s not too far. I’ll call right now. Hold on.” He whipped out his phone and called a cab company. “Yes I’m on 33rd and Beach. um hum…” I looked at the street sign painted on the wall. It said 35th and Beach. I tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the sign and he held up the wait finger. As I stood waiting, my eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants and I could feel my head getting hot. I thought of what it would be like to have his dick sliding in and out of my virgin pussy. I shook the thought from my head repulsed at myself for thinking such a slutty thought. “…Ok. Thanks. The cab will be here in a few minutes. I ordered it for a few blocks over where traffic isn’t so heavy.” He said with an erasable smile that made me want to kiss him right then and there.

We walked up the stairs and onto the busy street and when we rounded the corner, I was surprised at how vacant it was. We walked along making small talk. I learned that his name was Jay and I told him that my name was Monica. We walked until we came to one of the sets of descending stairs. As we walked by, he looked down and stopped short. He stepped closer and bent to get a better look. “Hey What’s that?” he asked. “What?” I answered. “Look, it looks like money on the ground!” he said stepping aside so that I could look. “Let’s go get it.” He said, pushing me down. When we got to the bottom, as I bent to pick up the new 20$ bill, he pushed open the door and shoved me inside. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? LET ME OUT!!!” I screamed. He cupped his hand on my mouth and gripped me tight with his other arm. “ Shhhhhhhhhh, Shhhhhhhh, Shut Up!” he growled which caused me to scream louder. He dragged me over to a chair in the corner with ropes and plopped me down in it. He tied me regardless of my struggles and screams and gagged me with a rubber ball and bandanna. Breathing hard he locked the door from the inside with a key and turned back to me grinning.

He came back to me and softly placed his hand on my cheek. I tried to pull my head out of his reach. I felt humiliated and angry with myself for letting this happen. I couldn’t look at him.

“ Oh, come on. I’m not that ugly am I?” He joked.
I began to cry uncontrollably.

“ Shh, it’s ok. Just calm down.” he said as he rubbed my back.
“Oh God.” I thought, “How could this be happening?”

“Listen to me. Stop crying.” He said as he shook me by the shoulders.
“Listen, I don’t want to hurt you. Okay? Just be a good girl and do what I say, okay?”

I nodded my head yes.

“ If you don’t scream I’ll take your gag off. You promise not to scream?”

I nodded my head yes again.

He reached behind my head and untied the bandanna. He pulled if off then pulled the ball from my mouth.
“ There, see. Its okay”

“Why are you doing this?” I sobbed.

“Oh don’t act like you didn’t want this. I saw the way you stared at my stiffy in the train station. And you act like I’m hurting you. Look, I’m not letting you go until I get what I want one way or another. So you might as well just relax and enjoy It.” He said trying to sound soothing. “Come on it doesn’t have to be like this. I’ll untie you if you promise not to fight me.”

I nodded my head. “Okay.”

“ Good girl.” he said smiling.

He undid the knots in the rope and pulled me up. He took a step back to get a good look at me. “Come here.” He commanded. I took a step towards him and he put his arm around me in a hug, squeezing my ass and rubbing the damp spot between my legs. I almost started crying again. “I knew you were wet.” He said. Then he went and sat in the chair.

“Take off your clothes.” He demanded.
“But wait I…” I sputtered.
“Take off your clothes . Don’t make this difficult.” He said through clenched teeth.

Looking away I slid my strapless bra off from under my spaghetti strap shirt, then lifted the light blouse up over my head letting my bouncy breasts jiggle as my arms fell to my sides. I heard him suck in a breath through his teeth as took in the sight. I undid and unzipped my jeans and let them fall to the ground. I looked at his handsome face staring up at me, but before I could slide off my panties he stood up taking me in his arms. He began kissing and sucking on my neck. My body tensed. I began to get a scared sick feeling again.

“Well wait a minute. Y-You don’t w-want me. I mean I’ll probably be real bad. I mean I’m a virgin still. I mean I heard that virgins are really bad at sex and stuff.” I stammered, afraid of how he would react.

“You’re a virgin?”
“Oh baby, that just makes you that much sweeter.” He said softly into my neck.

“Wait.” I said. He stopped. “Will it hurt?” I asked. Immediately after I said it I felt like an idiot.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle… and soft…and slow…” he said between kisses on the neck and ear. “ Come on, gimmie kiss baby” he said before giving me the hardest kiss of my life. I felt his thick tongue filling my mouth and I didn’t know how to handle it so I didn’t do anything accept try to wriggle away from his grip.

After the kiss he lifted me up and carried me over to the bed by the wall. He sat me down on the bed and looked at me with his cold gray eyes while he stroked his stiff tool through his jeans. He undid his pants and slid them to the ground along with his boxer shorts. Then he lifted the shirt off of his hard body revealing his tattoos that I could see were greenish even in the dim light. Holding his long, thick cock with one hand he stepped forward and with his other hand he tickled the bottom of my chin.

“Open up baby.” I coaxed.

I don’t know why I was being so nice to this girl. Maybe it was because she was a virgin. But even before I knew that, I knew there was something different about her. She wasn’t the usual type that I went after. Usually I go after the big slutty looking bitches. But this girl caught my attention on the train. Once I saw her I could barely pay attention to what I was doing. I almost missed my stop.

Even Vince looked surprised when I bought her over for the scam. He knows what kind of women I usually set up. Trashy blonde bithces that think they’re better than they are. I like those types because they go into slut mode really easy. See I have the sweetest scam running ever. I get on the train a couple stops from my joint with my pal Vince. If I see a bitch I want to fuck I give Vince the signal to steel my seat, flash his fake pistol, we get off at my stop I “Call a taxi” and the rest is history. You would be surprised at how many stupid bitches fall for it every day. I take what ever pocket change they have and split it with Vince and every thing works out good, as long as I keep moving the operation around.