A Chance Encounter ( Closed )

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Chase had been 'doing' what he did for a few months now. At first, it had been nothing beyond a brushing of an ass with his hand. As the time had progressed and he had 'emboldened' though, just as with anything else, the brushing had escalated into a touch... and then into a grab.

Here and there, on the subway... over the months he had gained the confidence to 'do more'. 'Normal' people would have called him a pervert, but he rather enjoyed the exhibitionism thrill of touching a woman in such a public place, and making her moan or even better cum while unable to truly express herself!

It was a hot July day when he stepped onto the subway train at the beginning of the route. He always rode it to the end, got off, took a walk, came back, and got back on going the other way. It ensured that he wasn't caught. The thrill was always in being mysterious, and having control of a woman even for a short time in such a taboo, restricted way.

He was wearing a dark orange shirt and a pair of faded jeans. He had some stubble, as he hadn't shaved in a few days, but other then that he was clean. He took his spot on the corner standing spot and silently watched those whom came and went. He was looking for someone, someone to 'play with' on the first 'round' of the day!

He was a tall man, with dark blue eyes and short black hair, but other then that, he looked like any other man. His large difference of course, was the fact he touched and played with random women in public! He just needed to find the right 'victim', though really... could one call it rape if they enjoyed it?
 

Surfing the tides, with the wind blowing through my hair. It was my passion in life, surfing. Pretty much every summer, I would find myself on the way to the beach and simply just enjoy myself. I'm just nineteen years old but trust me, this was no simple hobby. In fact, I'd say that I'm more used to the waves than most people who are nearly twice my age.

Although today, I had no driver to bring me to my second home. My close friend bailed on me, so I was forced to take the subway. No big deal, I guess, seeing how lots of people take public transportation. Although because of the hot weather, I could see the point on wearing a shirt, so I simply went in with my bikini top, with my bikini bottom simply under my tight jeans. On my side, I have my surfing equipment and extra clothes in a box. It was pretty heavy, but it was going to be totally worth it.

I was getting a few stares, as I was waiting for the train to arrive. People would often tell me "Oh Janice, you look so freaking hot!" when I would wear a sweater on, so I couldn't imagine what these men were thinking, as I wearing less than usual. Still, the attention was pretty nice.

The subway train came by and the door opened.

"Finally." I think to myself.
 
The door dinged open at the third stop... and Chase hadn't noticed anyone especially delectable. Sure there were a few business women, but most sat down. The car had mostly filled by the time she had entered though, and like most of the other men on board, Chase's eyes were pulled to her almost instantly.

Well hello beautiful. He thought to himself, though also noticing how much 'stuff' she had with her, he wondered whether his usual plan was a good idea. He of course waited until she had picked a spot... there weren't any seats left.. and though the old air conditioning on the subway worked it hummed almost annoyingly.

He finally moved from his corner though, making his way slowly and stealthily around until he had positioned himself nearby. He waited until the train had started to move, the initial 'jerk' of the subway moved his hand for him, it first grazing the jean clad rounded curve of her ass. An initial touch, to see her perceptions... whether she had noticed.

Even if she had... there really was nowhere for her to go... and if it had been an accident, well then it wouldn't happen again. Yet only a moment later his hand brushed her ass again... this time his thumb grazing her fully curved ass as she 'stood there'. A slight smirk crossed his lips at the 'danger' of the entire situation!
 
Everything was fine as the train began to close its doors. I forget how many stops there were, but I would recognize the station to which the beach is, as probably half the people here would leave. That's when suddenly, I felt a touch on my ass.

"Okay..." I think to myself "That was probably an accident."

But how I was wrong...

It happened again, only this time I felt a thumb feeling the fabric of my jeans. The train stopped for a second, causing my ass to move back on the hand. "Okay, this is all a misunderstanding." I think, in complete denial. It was hard to look back, what with so many people blocking my view. Not to mention that if I were to let go of the bar, I would most likely stumble or fall. My other hand was too busy carrying my surfboard and bag...
 
Oh this had ended up 'perfect'. Her hands were occupied... so she couldn't simply swat his hand away, and even as Chase felt her ass move back on the hand, his own moved with it, a full palm pressing against the fabric. Everything was still 'fine' for her though... after all the touch hadn't really gone too far just yet.

His hand pulled back, just to make her think that he might 'stop', but the next touch was lower, on the back of her thigh. His shoulder had dropped slightly, his fingers curling, scraping over the back of her thigh. Again, it was barely a touch, but an intentional one... not a mistake... he making it clear the touch was purposeful.

Even as he saw her head try to turn, the people around her were blocking her view. She could glance the edge of a face, but nothing unique. Even as he curled his fingers though his hand moved up and ran over her ass again... she hadn't jumped or called out just yet, he was of course testing to see if he could 'go further' with her.

Just how far he'd go though, she had no clue.
 
"Oh thank god..."; those were the words that I pondered to myself as I felt the hand move away. Perhaps it really was all an accident. After a short while, it happened again. This hand went lower, slowly feeling the back of my thigh. I look around the train once more, to no avail. The train was full though...maybe it's just all in my head?

I arched my body as I felt familiar fingers go to my ass, feeling me up some more. The thought of maybe yelling out occurred to me, but I don't think it would be such a good idea. After all...having all that attention drawn to me? The assailant would definitely hide afterwards, making me look crazy.

That said, I didn't do anything. Other than hoping that maybe he would stop. But time would show that it wasn't so easy.
 
He watched her tension fade slightly as she wondered to herself if it HAD been an accident... and even as she tried to look around... he had 'been' with a few screamers... they were always left the fool, though it always set back his confidence. She however didn't do anything other then to arch her body, as though to 'get away' from the touch.

There was no escaping it however. Rather she could feel the hand sliding and rubbing, squeezing and testing her ass with different touches. He could see that she was tense, which was understandable... after all no one expected to get 'felt up' on a train... it was a public place!

Within a moment though he took two fingers and pressed them between her thighs... even if she clenched them she couldn't stop them as they curled, scraping over her pussy through her jeans... she could no doubt feel his breath on her neck as he 'felt her up', and even as he did there was nothing she could 'do' about it!
 
This hand kept going bolder, now instead of simply lightly touching my plump backside, it went on to squeeze my cheeks slowly. "Oh god..." I think, trying to think of a way out of here. Did no one notice what was going on? Was everyone too wrapped up in their own world to see this? Desperately, I try to look back against.

Nothing.

This guy obviously knew what he was doing. Panicking a bit, I turn back to face the front door, hoping that maybe this was going to be my stop.

It wasn't.

Instead, I felt his hand now going between my legs. Instinctively, I pressed my legs together, hoping to stop it but it was of no use. His fingers easily curled, touching my private region. Hot breath touching the soft skin of my neck, I would tell that he was close.

"Please stop..."
I think to myself, worrying.
 
Humans Chase had observed over the last few months were VERY oblivious beings. They didn't pay attention to others, especially not on the subway. Some listened to music... some were reading papers or books... but as she valiantly tried to look around for someone to notice, she received nothing back but the ignorance of people.

Even as she pressed her legs together, he saw her trying to see if it was her stop. From her Attire he had guessed that she was going to the beach, which like him... was the last stop on the line. Even as he felt her toned strong thighs vainly trying to stop his touch though his fingers continued, outlining her nether lips through her jeans... before they slid away, again, making her think that maybe he was 'done'.

Yet the next touch brought his hand around her bare hip, he lining the waist of her jeans before his fingers plunged beneath, sinking into the fabric, searching for what he had just outlined... searching for a much more direct 'vantage' point to stimulate her with!
 
I struggled as to stop him, but obviously wasn't doing anything. I tried turning my hips and pressing my legs, but his stubborn hand prevailed over any attempt of the sort. His fingers moved away, for a moment. I released a sigh of relief to celebrate the occasion, but that wouldn't last long...

His hand game back, snaking around the bare skin of my hips, his fingers going beneath the jeans to...

"Oh no..." I think to myself, feeling his fingers touching the bikini bottom. I move my hips back and forth a bit. This attempt only seemed to encourage his hand, as it found my lips.

"Please...no..." I whimper softly.
 
Only Chase could hear her little whimpering plea... and to be honest, those pleas were the one's that turned him on all the more. He was well aware that she was trying to stop him... but there was no stopping him. Each twist and press of her body and legs only seemed to guide his fingers in touching her in a new way... and that had been through the jeans.

He watched as she shivered, trying to compose herself, but he would have none of that. Even as his fingers danced over her smooth bare skin, he smiled as her hips moved back and forth... she not even realizing that just 'helped' his hand further into her jeans. Looking down she'd see his bare arm curled around her waist. No scars, no identifying markings... just a male arm.

The fingers delved inside her bikini bottoms and as it found her lips, he began to stroke them immediatly, his middle finger delving between the folds he struck her clit as well, his other hand braced her hips... she feeling how despite being on the subway... there was no safety, no escape. The stops came and went, but still he remained... everyone was headed to the beach... it was a great day for it.

So the car remained full, nowhere for her to go... his fingers knowingly stroking and arousing her unwilling and yet willing body!
 
Ignoring my plea, his fingers stroked my pussy. That simply wasn't enough for him, oh no, so his middle went a bit more bold. Holding my hips tightly, he continued on. Public transportation obviously wasn't a safe choice. Oh god, if only I knew that. I wouldn't have gone to the beach today...

I shut my eyes tight and bit my lower lip, as to not shout or scream. Now, attention would not be a wise choice. My knees began to feel weak, as shocks began to run down my spine. A total stranger feeling me up in a public space...Oh god...

Against my better judgement, I felt myself get a little wet from his hand. My eyes glanced down to see his arm holding me by my waist. A stranger was doing this to me, holding me as if I was his toy.
 
As soon as Chance had touched her, he had known that attention was not a wise choice for her. Either she would look like a crazy person, or like a wanton slut. even as he felt how her hips still tried to 'get away', there was nowhere for her to go.

Even as she closed her eyes, he could feel how her body reacted... typical reaction, though even as he watched her smooth thighs tremble slightly, his fingers tormented and touched, pleasured and aroused. He didn't give her a respite... not at all.

Rather after another moment... only five stops in and five more to go, he slid his hand away from her pussy, she probably thinking he would stop. Rather his nimble fingers worked the button of her jeans undone, just to loosen up his 'working space'. She WAS his toy right then, and as his hand delved back into her pants and shorts, the extra room allowed it.

His slid two fingers down and curling them, they were inside her, his palm tormenting her clit, his other hand wrapped around her waiste, holding her 'up' as he finger fucked his little surfer girl!
 
Did...did he stop?

At least, that's what I thought as I began to breathe heavily, feeling my heart pound in my chest. I looked out the window, to see that I wasn't so far off the beach. I would get there and call a friend, maybe get a ride back ho-

Suddenly, I felt his fingers undo the button of my jeans and in a flash, slide in inside of me. I bite my lip and my eyes shut tight, as the ache grew inside of me. My juices began to flow a bit more as he held me tight, giving him a bit of leverage as he began to finger fuck me.

"No...No..." I whimper softly.
 
Perhaps... perhaps not. There was always those moments.. those moments when he would pause, when he would stop and let them think that maybe that was it... before he 'took it higher'... took it further. She may have thought he would stop, but he already knew that he wouldn't... that this lovely young woman, despite her whimperings and mumblings... was enjoying it.

Even as he felt her ache growing, her wet nether regios penetrated by thick strong fingers, his other hand held her, giving her the leverage she needed, his fingers jerking inside her, pumping. " Yess.." It was the first words he had spoken to her... and yet it was there.

His fingers were relentless, pumping, working, pleasuring. His palm rubbed her hard little clit, and even as he said that to her, he nibbled her ear lobe, pulling on it even as he held her and fucked her with his strong hand. He didn't stop... and wouldn't stop until the last stop came. Another ding.. some people came, some people went... all were oblivious.

Yet his fingers never halted, they assaulted her, fucked her, pleasured her... and there was nothing the 'poor' woman could do but feel the shocks of pleasure he aroused within her!
 
Oh god...Oh god...

His fingers just wouldn't stop after a certain point. Maybe his stop was coming? I just prayed in my mind that no one would look and by the looks of things, that didn't seem to be an issue. Growing more bold, he nibbled on my ear lobe and pulled on it, stimulating my senses. My earlobe was certainly a major weakness of mine, a weakness that he seem to exploit fairly well.

I wanted to run out, but he strongly held me, giving himself the space needed to keep going at it. My juices flowed to his hand and I felt my own release arriving quickly.

I shut my mouth shut, as my orgasm begins arrive. I try to fight it as much as I can. Not here...Not here...
 
He smirked as she trembled as a result of his lips capturing her earlobe, and even as he felt her trying in vain to escape him, whomever her attacker was had some strength to him. He knew most women's ears were sensitive, his lips and tongue attacked that point fairly well.

Even as her juices flowed over his hand, she could feel he certainly wasn't going to stop. Rather his pace quickened... she seeing her stop was coming right as her orgasm was... he held her and pumped his fingers... faster... and faster... and faster! He would follow her off the train... this one was going to be alot of fun to play with... she already was!

" Right here... right now." He slightly growled, his fingers working her relentlessly!
 
Oh please...I hope this was my stop...

It was hard to concentrate as his fingers kept pumping...faster and faster. As if he could read my mind, he said " Right here... right now." right into my ear as his fingers furiously went inside of me. I simply couldn't take it anymore and released myself, right into his hand. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, as to not scream or see any possible gazes, as unlikely as they were.
 
He smirked as he watched her... and even as he continued to assault her senses with his fingers and possessiveness, he could not help but groan as he saw her entire body slightly jerk, her legs trembling, before her release splashed onto his palm, his fingers working her through her orgasm fully.

" Last Stop, Makatoya Beach.... Last Stop." The announcement came over the loudspeaker, she left holding the rail as his fingers were gone, along with himself. He dissapeared into the crowd as the doors opened, and everyone filed out, Chase following them. He found a spot near the stairs though and sat down.

Picking up a news paper he began to read it as he silently waited for her to emerge. He had a feeling she would seek out a bathroom, and if she did, well then that would only lead to more antics.

What had started out as a simple day, wasn't simple anymore at all!
 
" Last Stop, Makatoya Beach.... Last Stop."

That said, I felt myself being lowered as everyone left the train. I felt terribly angry as these people left, as they weren't of any help, but at least the worst had happened. I looked behind me, to see that nobody's there. He must have ran off the first chance he got.

I immediately notice that my pants were wet; for obvious reasons. Panicking, I searched through my bag...

"Come on, come on...yes!" I think, finally finding a spare pair of clothing that I have, in case of an emergency. Incredibly embarrassed, I begin to look for a bathroom. Luckily, there was such a thing in the station, where I managed to sneak my way to.

Closing the door, I fumble through my things.
 
She probably thought he had run off like a little pansy to sniff his fingers and masburbate to the memory of her... but that wasn't the case. As she took a few moments to collect herself, Chase was sitting quietly, reading and yet not reading.

He watched her sneak out of the car and through the platform to the washrooms, he sitting on the bench nearby. Even as she got herself into the bathroom he silently counted to five, looked around, making sure the place was deserted, before he got up.

Putting the newspaper aside, he easily and silently pressed the door open an inch, watching her through the mirror. He waited until she was bent over digging through her bag before he stepped in, swiftly the lock turned, she not even getting to look up before his arms were around her, his one hand pressing over her mound as his other covered her mouth.

" Not a word beautiful." His hand already inside her shorts, he gave her clit a small squeeze. " Did you enjoy the ride?" He asked, he manipulating her, holding her captive as he had her bent over on her hands and knees. She had thought it was over... oh no, it was only just begun!
 
I searched through my bag, once again, looking for that extra pair of pants. I really should keep my things organized.

I was then caught completely off guard by the grip of a man holding me and my mouth in place. " Not a word beautiful. Did you enjoy the ride?" he told me harshly as I begin to whimper, tears almost coming out of my eyes. I released a muffled shout, as he played with my clit again.

Oh god...not again...
 
Oh yes... again. Even as she let out that muffled shout he smirked slightly. " See... that's why I covered your mouth... I had a feeling you wouldn't do what you were told." He mused, and even as the tears almost fell, he smirked.

" Shh... no reason for tears... you did enjoy it... even if you didn't want it." He mused, much more talkative this time, his fingers circled her clit, he looking her over, before he moved his hand and pulling her jeans down over her ass, he looked her over as he also pulled down her bikini bottoms.

" Tell me your not wet." He purred as he suddenly entered her pussy with two thick fingers from behind, he rather good at holding her in place, even here in the womens bathroom, she wasn't safe from her own bodies urges!
 
My heart pounded in my chest again, as this man took hold of me as if he owned me. I wanted to cry as he pulled down my jeans and paused, certainly scanning me with his eyes. I wanted this to stop...

" Tell me your not wet." he told me softly as he begin pumping his finger inside of me. I released a long muffled cry, as I knew no one was here to help me. He kept going at it, holding me stiffly in place until I could feel my juices begin to spill.

Oh god...was I enjoying this...
 
Chase smirked as she muffledly tried to plead with him, to whimperingly try and coax some kindness from him. Yet as her body responded once again, he could tell that despite her horror over the very fact, her body WAS liking this!

He watched her as she stiffly remained in place, mostly because he held her... though it wasn't until he felt her juices soaking his hand again that his hand moved from her mouth. " Scream and I will tie you up so tight you'll beg for release." He warned her, though even as he said it he added a third finger, his thick calloused fingers rudding inside her, pumping and working.

Even as he watched her quivering though his other hand now free moved and she could feel him untying her bikini top, pulling it off her it spilled her rather large breasts in the air before his hand wrapped around and firmly squeezed, controlling her body in ways she probably hadn't even thought possible!
 
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