A Train Ride To Memember

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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 Grear's, 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, I was quite filled out. When men first began to stare at more than just 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 that penetrated strait down to my core. The subway car took a sharp turn and he fell in close to me, 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. 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 moved 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 McCracken all turn me on, but all of the older men that I see on the streets repulse me. However, 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