TirithIre
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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?
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?