Mesmerised

My first reaction to his words was shock not just at his arrogance, but also at his ability to sense my arousal. It was as if he had me under some kind of spell. My will continued to desert me, and I felt strangely helpless. I was fascinated that he seemed to know how I was feeling - how my lust was building. It was as if he could control me by knowing my secret sluttish fantasies, and how to fulfil them. On my daily train commutes, I often fantasised about sex on the train, but usually pictured it in a toilet. In fact, sometimes my imagination got me so excited, that I had to go into a toilet to play with myself.

I realised that, as we stood huddled in the corner by the door, our backs to anyone passing, it would look as if we were two lovers embracing. His arm eased its grip but continued to encircle my waist, while the other hand moved back to a breast. The stranger began a slow, sensuous kneading motion on my breast. I felt my nipple stiffen further as he somehow managed to pinch it through my blouse and bra. My wetness was increasing, and the blood was surging in my clit. His erection pressed insistently into my back, as he loomed over me. I closed my eyes, wanting more - wanting him to touch more than just my breast.

"Unbutton your blouse," he whispered in the same soft but commanding tone that he had used before. I hesitated, torn between desire and common sense. Suddenly, the kneading stopped. "Unbutton your blouse for me now!" he hissed commandingly, his body moulded to mine. I glanced over my shoulder, and saw that we were still alone. I desperately wanted to feel his touch again. As if in a dream, my hand moved to the buttons of my blouse and slowly unbuttoned three of them to just below my bra. His hand reached inside the blouse and pushed my bra up over my breasts. As it brushed past my erect nipple, a gasp escaped me at the electric tingle it sent down my spine. Then I felt a twinge of panic. What on earth was happening to me? My thoughts were swept away when his fingers began caressing my naked breast, gently rolling the hard nipple between his warm fingers. Without any conscious intention, I began gently rotating my buttocks against his hard-on, as we swayed to the motion of the train. My eyes were closed, and my face pressed against the coolness of the door window, while I breathed heavily through my open mouth. I was now in the grip of uncaring lust, more so than I had been for a long time. The physical pleasure from his caresses was intensified by the excitement of being felt-up by a total stranger in public. My panties were becoming very wet as my aroused pussy started to leak. I felt that familiar need to have something big and hard inside me, thrusting and pounding. Deep down I wanted him just to throw me to the floor and take me there and then, even as I realised how ridiculous that was.

My clit had become more and more swollen until I felt I might come just from his playing with my nipple. And then he stopped! But after a second or two, I heard that demanding, confident whisper again. "Tell me what you want me to do." I stiffened with shock at how bold this man was. I wanted to say the words, and yet...

"If you don't tell me, I'll stop what I am doing. You don't want that do you?"

My heart sank at his words. I desperately needed more. My body was screaming for more.

Why was this man so able to bend me to his will? I moaned softly in surrender, and turned my head towards him. I was trembling at the way he made me want what he was offering.

"Touch me." I whispered softly - almost too quietly to be heard. But I had said it - to my amazement.

"What?" His voice was taunting. I knew that he had heard, but I felt compelled to reply. "Please, touch me," I said a little louder.

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