Loading...Alex settled back comfortably in his seat. It was late and he was hungry and happy to finally be heading home. The night was pleasant and the train reasonably empty, so with a bit of luck he wouldn’t have the yammering of idiots on their smart-phones and the mosquito buzzing of their music.
He was relieved to note that apart from a young couple sitting opposite him, the carriage was empty, and they were just chatting between themselves.
A few stations down the track and it seemed to Alex that the friendly chat opposite was starting to get a bit acrimonious. Bored, he started tuning in and enjoying the conversation.
The young couple seemed to be teenagers, eighteen or nineteen, and they weren’t so much a couple but a young lady and her would-be swain. The acrimony that was creeping into their conversation appeared to be about her lack of interest in giving lover-boy a bit of nooky. Feeling amused, Alex listened a little harder.
“Come on, Angela,” the would-be lover was begging. “We got time. If you’re worried about the old fart watching us, we can always move further down the train.”
“I said no, Joey, and I mean no,” came the irritated reply. “I don’t want to.”
“But why not?” insisted Joey. “It’ll just be a bit of quick fun. Come on, give me a real reason why not instead of just saying no.”
This back and forth went on for a few moments, the girl’s answers becoming shorter and Joey becoming ever more insistent, apparently thinking he was getting somewhere. Alex’s opinion was that Joey was riding for a fall, if not a spectacular K.O.
Finally, after one request too many for an excuse and fending off one grope too many, Angela laid it on the line.
“You want a reason?” she suddenly snapped. “OK, I’ll give you a reason. You get out in about five minutes, and while I’ve heard you can go from start to finish in under two I need more time than you’ve got. In addition, you’re juvenile. I prefer older men. And your dick’s so small I doubt it could make the grade anyway.”
“They say politicians never ask a question unless they know the answer in advance,” thought Alex. “You could learn from them, my boy.”
Joey was not taking these slurs lying down. He pointed out that five minutes would be plenty of time, because he was an excellent lover. Then he offered to show her his cock so she could check the size for herself. Angela just laughed at that one and held up a closed hand with the little finger held out, giving her silent assessment of his manhood.
Foiled on these two accounts, Joe turned on Alex.
“If you like older men so much why don’t you offer a bit of it to the old fart there. Maybe he’s old enough to satisfy you. That is if anyone that old can still get it up.”
Alex felt mildly irritated. He was in his forties. That wasn’t old and he could most certainly get it up when he wanted to. Stupid young squirt.
When Angela didn’t deign to answer this salvo, Joey stepped up his attack. “Come on. He’s an old geezer. Why don’t you flash your tits at him and see if he’s interested. Go on. You’re not wearing a bra. I can tell by the way you bounce.”
So could Alex, and while he quite appreciated the bounce he hadn’t considered Joey smart enough to even notice. It seemed that a horny teenager didn’t miss much.
Angela had been getting steadily madder at that cretin, Joey. With this last little effort she snapped. She turned to face Alex directly and called out to him.
“Hey, mister, would you like a bit of this?” while at the same time jerking her top up and displaying a pair of fine breasts.
Still amused, Alex shook his head. “Not right now,” he said, “but thanks for asking.”
Joey was also fuming. “What’s the matter, grandpa,” he jeered. “Can’t handle something like this.” At the same time he reached over to grope those lovely globes, only to be frustrated again as Angela neatly moved them out of reach and then out of sight.
Alex grinned at the little by-play, and Joey re-acted furiously.
“What are you laughing at, you old fart,” he snarled, rising to his feet.
Alex let his smile grow. “I am not an old fart and I’m not your grandfather. If I was I’d clout you to teach you some manners.”
Even as he spoke, Alex was breathing deeper and squaring his shoulders. There was nothing obvious in what he did, but to Joey he suddenly looked a lot bigger and a lot tougher than he had a few moments before. Joey was quite relieved to find they were pulling into his station. With a mumbled curse he swung away and left the train.
Alex and Angela settled back into their respective seats and the train continued on its way.
A few more stations and the stations were now further apart as they travelled through the outlying suburbs. Then the train pulled up between stations and sat. Alex looked out the window and shrugged. And waited.
After a minute or so, a message came over the announcement system. “We regret to inform you that there has been a breakdown in front of us. We will need to wait here until it has been cleared. It is expected that this will take about thirty minutes. We apologise for the inconvenience.”
Alex felt like swearing. If they said thirty minutes they probably meant sixty. There was nothing he could do but wait. He settled back again.
The pleasant memory of a pair of delightful young breasts popped back into his mind. He smiled. There was something he could do.
He rose and moved across to where Angela sat. She looked up at him in surprise and he smiled down at her.
“According to the announcement, we have at least thirty minutes to wait before we get going. Then we’ll probably have ten to fifteen minutes before we reach the next station. To fill in time, I thought I’d take you up on your earlier offer.”
Angela looked blankly back at him. “What on earth was he on about,” she wondered.
Alex continued smiling as he explained. “While Joey was here you asked me if I’d like a bit of these,” he said, reaching over and poking one tender breast. “I’ve decided that since we’re stuck here, why not?”
Angela when from blank to stunned, as she hastily slapped his hand away from her breast. “You’ve got to be kidding,” she said, “Fat chance.” She determinedly looked away from Alex, conversation over.
“No,” came the cool reply, to Angela’s continue shock and growing nervousness. “I liked what I saw and I’ve decided to see more of it and to see more of the rest of you.”
Angela shook her head firmly. “No, now leave me alone.”
Alex laughed quietly. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand,” he told her. “You offered and I’ve now accepted and no is not an option.
As Angela continued to sit looking away from him Alex shrugged and reaching down cupped her breast. That got a reaction, as she squealed and jerked around and away from him.
“Just leave me alone, will you,” she yelled. “You know damn well I was only having a shot at Joey because he was being a pest.”
“Maybe,” observed Alex, “but that’s irrelevant you did make the offer and I’m here to accept. I’m Alex by the way. I think it’s only fair that you know who’s in you.”
Angela was now feeling worried and frustrated. Why couldn’t men accept being told no. “Look, if you’re really desperate for another peak I’ll show them to you again,” she snapped. “Then you can go away.”
Shaking his head Alex refused, apology in his voice. “I’m sorry, but that won’t do. I want to see all your body, and when I take you I expect you to be completely naked. Are you going to take your clothes off yourself, or do you want me to help you?”
“You’re going to rape me, aren’t you,” accused Angela, fear putting a tremor in her voice. “No matter what I say you’re going to make me have sex with you.”
“Now don’t go using nasty little words like rape,” said Alex, his voice soft and soothing. “Look at it as being permission impaired sex.”
He paused for a moment as Angela tried to follow that bizarre statement, and then continued, apologetically.
“If I have to take off your clothes, they may get a bit damaged. Will you want some money to pay for new ones, or will you just take them off yourself.”
Angela hit the roof at the mention of money. It was bad enough to be told you were going to be raped, but then to be offered money as though she was a whore?
“No, I do not,” she snapped. “I can take the damned things off myself.”
Suiting actions to words she swiftly lifted her top, but instead of just flashing Alex it continued up and over her head. She sat there defiantly, breasts proudly jutting.
“Are you satisfied now?” she asked, her voice quavering slightly. “Can I put my top back on now?”
A laugh greeted this ploy. “And the rest,” she was told firmly, and after another hesitation her slacks were undone and removed.
Alex admired her neat figure, firm high breasts and long slender legs, curving out into womanly thighs.
He sat down next to her. “Stand up,” he told her, and as soon as she was standing before him he reached out for her panties. Giving her a warning look as she tried to hold onto them, he watched her relinquish her grip and let him roll them down.
“It’s only fair that you should see what you’re getting in exchange,” Alex told her, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off.
Angela gulped as she could now see just how big and muscular this man was. They say clothes make the man but in this instance, Angela thought, they’d been hiding him. Her nervousness increased and then as she watched him take of his trousers and underpants her nervousness went into red alert.
“I thought those things stopped growing when you were a teenager,” she gasped, looking at Alex’s equipment.
“It’s not that large,” she was told with quiet amusement. “A little better than Joey’s, I surmise?”
“What now,” asked Angela, resigned but expectant. She was feeling oddly excited and stimulated on seeing Alex’s cock, and was already wondering what it would be like inside her.
“If you’re expecting me to just lie you down and take you, you’re about to be disappointed,” Alex said, reaching for her and drawing her gently towards him. We have plenty of time and I want to get acquainted with your body first.”
“If I have to do this,” Angela protested, “I’d just as soon you did it and got it over with.”
Alex then further infuriated and frustrated her by sadly shaking his head. “You younger people,” he said mournfully. “It’s all rush, rush, rush. You need to take pride in a job and take your time. You don’t want a two minute special like Joey.”
“I don’t want any sort of special,” returned Angela bitterly. “As far as I’m concerned, the faster the better.”
Alex smiled and pulled Angela onto his lap. Angela was now aware of several things. Alex was big and muscular and male and made her feel very small and female. His obvious strength made her feel weak in comparison, and his hairy chest rubbing against her made her very conscious of the smoothness of her own skin. Most of all, she was aware of his erection jutting between her legs, and leaning on her pussy.
Angela had no control over what was happening to her body. When that cock had first popped into sight she had felt a warmth and a wetness deep inside. Now that it was leaning against her pussy and having a look around, so to speak, she felt the heat being turned up and the slight moistness was fast becoming an internal rainstorm. She shuddered and waited for events to unfold.
Alex started to kiss Angela, who turned her head aside in defiance. Firm fingers gently tilted her head back towards him and his lips pressed against hers, teasing and tasting. Angela held firm for a moment, but found her own body conspiring against her, liking the feeling of those lips and wanting more. Soon she was kissing him back, their mouths and tongues meeting in a loving duel.
Nimble fingers drifted down and closed over two eagerly awaiting breasts, encouraging them to swell and teasing nipples erect. Soothing and exciting sensations drifted from Angela’s breasts, seeking the warmth that was slowly seeping up from below.
Now a hand drifted further down, pressing against an ardent young pussy and feeling it pressing back. Alex move one hand behind Angela’s neck to help support her as his mouth started ravishing her breasts, alternatively kissing, licking, sucking and biting, little nibbles that would leave little bruises, but eagerly desired by breasts that were straining towards them.
Angela was moaning steadily now, lost in a storm of sensation that was battering her tender flesh, not knowing where the next touch would come but wanting it anyway. Her hands curled tightly into Alex’s hair, trying to find some stability amongst the tempest.
Alex was exploring deeper into her body, fingers playing with her labia, dipping inside and teasing her vagina and wandering around her clitoris.
Reaching up, Alex took one of Angela’s hands and let it lie between her thighs where his erection stood tall. Angela’s fingers felt it, stroked it and danced along it before holding fast upon it.
Angela twisted off Alex’s lap, moving her head down and then letting her warm mouth engulf him. Slowly her head bobbed up and down, bringing pleasure as she moved.
Alex watched her head bobbing, smiling to notice her bottom moving in unison with it. His hand slid over that bottom, sliding along her warm pussy, teasing her lips apart before darting between them. His fingers hovered around her clitoris for a moment, agitating her flesh and bringing it to a screaming awareness of the invasion taking place. Then his fingers darted forward, teasing Alex’s clitoris, and Alex’s head jerked up and off his cock in astonishment as her first orgasm ripped into her.
She sat up, shuddering, holding Alex’s hand tightly between her thighs, fingers still inside her.
Alex waited while she slowly came back to awareness of what was happening. Now he was urging her to kneel on the seat, head resting on her arms while her bottom was lifted high, her legs spread.
Alex knelt behind her, cock pressed lightly against her. Slowly easing her lips apart, he entered.
Now that the dreaded and desired invasion had begun Angela let out a small squeal, a squeal that became louder and longer at the inexorable movement of Alex deep into her vagina.
Alex maintained a constant slow pressure, giving Angela’s body ample time to conform and fit itself to him. She was warm and wet, and he slid into place like a well oiled piston, generating waves of tactile pleasure as he advanced. Finally, with one last push he was home, to a muffled cry of “Oh, my god,” from a young lady who now found herself firmly nailed.
Angela was no longer concerned about who was doing this to her. All she knew was that she had been taken advantage of and that she was now home for a living appendage, an appendage that was hot and silky and throbbing within her. Her view of the world had drastically narrowed, concentrated entirely within her.
Satisfied that Angela had adjusted to him and was now waiting, Alex pressed firmly forward, feeling Angela’s instant response as she pushed back against him. And then they were moving in an ancient dance, perfect partners matching each other’s moves.
Already having had that initial orgasm, Angela wasn’t surprised to feel another rushing toward her. As it approached she felt Alex leaning heavily into her, and heard his voice whispering.
“You like older men and you like it to last, remember. So let’s take out time.”
The word slipped past her, not staying in her consciousness, as she felt Alex surging within her. Soon, she knew, she would be coming again, and anticipation was bright within her.
There was a subtle change to their dance, the fast waltz was turning into a stately polonaise, holding her at her current position, not letting her get away and complete her waltz. She twisted and writhed, trying to return to the previous dance. The words she heard came floating back, and this time understanding dawned.
“Alex, you bastard,” she screamed. “Don’t you dare stall on this. I want to finish now.” The last coming out with a wail.
There was laughter that she considered quite sadistic as Alex continued the same slow movements, holding her poised, denying her her satisfaction. It didn’t take long before she was sobbing her need, pleading for Alex to move.
Writhing around on Alex’s cock, Angela struggled to make him move faster, desperate for this sweet torture to end, finally giving a heartfelt groan of relief when she felt Alex give a hard thrust to let the waltz continue.
Now she was flying around the dance floor, matching her partner’s steps, beating out an ever quickening step until finally being tossed high to signal the end.
Landing after the dance, Angela rested, head on her arms and bottom still upthrust. She felt a gentle rocking motion and a hand caressed her bottom.
“In case you haven’t noticed,” said a quiet voice, “the train is moving again.”
“Oh, good,” muttered Angela. “Finally I get to go home.”
“Mmmm. But you really should try to remember that you are currently naked, and the station can’t be that far off.”
“OK,” she grumbled, followed by a scream and a mad scramble for clothes.
She sat, looking at Alex, as the train pulled in. “What do I say to someone who had decided that I needed some permission impaired sex?” she wondered.
Finding nothing to say, she got off the train.