Mesmerised

Mesmerised

As I stepped onto the commuter train, I groaned at how crowded it was yet again. I moved through several coaches to find every seat was taken. Finally I found a place to stand by a door, in one of the little alcoves between coaches, although I was rather squashed by the other passengers standing there. My journey usually took about forty minutes with few stops. As I stood staring out of the window, I became aware of someone standing behind me, so close that our bodies were touching. In view of the crowded conditions, I thought nothing of it and continued to gaze out at the passing countryside. As the train swayed and vibrated beneath my feet, sending sensual tremors up to my pussy, I gave myself up to the usual erotic daydreams, I use to pass the time on my daily journeys. I was accustomed to having a very active sex life, but unusually, I didn't have a boyfriend at the time, and was feeling hornier than usual.

Suddenly, I felt a hand brush my ass, touching me gently through my skirt and slip. It could have been accidental, yet somehow I could sense that it was not. To my surprise, I felt turned on by the contact. Glancing round, I saw that it must have come from the tall, good-looking man standing close behind me. While I was wondering whether it had been intentional or not, his dark, piercing eyes met mine. They had such an air of confidence, as they gazed searchingly at me – seeming to read my mind and to sense my dawning sexual arousal. I felt a tingle of excitement at the aura of power he sent out, but quickly turned my head back to the door window. I found myself wondering if he would touch me again.

As I stood still, I felt the stranger's touch again. This time there was no question of it being an accident. I was not wearing a coat, and could sense the warmth of his fingers through the thin material of my summer skirt, as they glided up and down the outside of my thigh, between knee and hip. I stood motionless, suddenly feeling sexually submissive, and aroused. Emboldened by my lack of resistance, the stranger slid his hand around my waist on to my stomach, and pulled me firmly against his body. My clit stirred, as I felt his hard cock pressing against me through our clothing. I knew that I should shake him off, but the secrecy and eroticism of the situation was really exciting me, and I wanted it to continue. Also, the presence of other people acted both as a safety factor and an added thrill.

The train motion rocked me gently against his body, and I was intensely aware of his erection. The warmth of his hand seemed to burn my skin through my thin skirt. Then But I could see from the reflections in the window glass, of the other travellers packed around us, that they seemed to be either oblivious to what was going on in our corner, or assumed that we were together. I had been feeling horny all day, and the two glasses of G & T which I had gulped at the station bar had gone to my head. With my heart racing, I continued to stand still waiting for his next move. The image of the power I had seen in the stranger's eyes seemed to fill my head.

Then the hand around my waist slid slowly upward and began to lightly stroke, through my silk blouse, the sensitive flesh of a breast where it swelled above my bra. I shuddered with pleasure. But with a flash of reality I began to think that perhaps this had already gone too far - and even though my pussy was now wet and tingling, and my nipples had hardened, I made up my mind to end the encounter. As I tried to move, his strong arm tightened around my body and pulled me back into him. At the same time he edged forward, pushing me tighter into the corner, and amazingly, I felt powerless to resist. I seemed to be in a dream-like state, enacting a fantasy. Just then the train stopped at a platform on the opposite side from where we were standing. A good number of passengers got off, and suddenly the man and I were alone in our little door area, except for the occasional passenger passing from one coach to another.

My heart was pounding and my knees felt so weak that I was almost being supported by the mysterious stranger. His arms felt strong and muscular, and the pleasant scent of his cologne wafted over me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, seconds before firm lips kissed me behind my ear. I managed to stifle the whimper of pleasure that bubbled up in my throat. Then his whisper was sharp in my ear, "Don't move. I know what you want."

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