A Train ride to remember

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 Grears, 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, my body was quite filled out. When men first began to stare at more than 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. The subway car took a sharp turn and he fell in close to me, and 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 first. “ 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 slid 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 Mcracken all turn me on, but all of the older men that I see on the streets repulse me. But 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…” Gray-eyes stopped short when he saw the man flash a shiny pistol under his coat.

“ Look, I’m in no mood to argue right now. So why don’t you and your little girlfriend take your shit and get the fuck off of my train.” The man said throwing Gray-eye’s bag at him. The train rolled into another stop and we both got off silently and quickly. “Come on, Maybe we can get you on another car!” gray-eyes said, grabbing my hand. But no sooner did he say the words did the train pull off.

“I am so sorry about that.” He said, his beautiful eyes filling with remorse. “ I feel so bad” he went on. “ Oh its not your fault. Some people are just fucked-up like that.” I said, hoping he would take notice to my adult choice of words. “ But still, I want to make it up to you. How about I find us a cab. I’ll pay.” He offered. “ Oh no. Its okay the next train comes in about 45 minutes I can wait.” I said. Something about riding in a car with this man made me nervous. “No I insist. Where do you live?” I opened my mouth to refuse again but I gave in and told him that I lived on Grand Avenue. “Oh that’s not too far. I’ll call right now. Hold on.” He whipped out his phone and called a cab company. “Yes I’m on 33rd and Beach. um hum…” I looked at the street sign painted on the wall. It said 35th and Beach. I tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the sign and he held up the wait finger. As I stood waiting, my eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants and I could feel my head getting hot. I thought of what it would be like to have his dick sliding in and out of my virgin pussy. I shook the thought from my head repulsed at myself for thinking such a slutty thought. “…Ok. Thanks. The cab will be here in a few minutes. I ordered it for a few blocks over where traffic isn’t so heavy.” He said with an erasable smile that made me want to kiss him right then and there.

We walked up the stairs and onto the busy street and when we rounded the corner, I was surprised at how vacant it was. We walked along making small talk. I learned that his name was Jay and I told him that my name was Monica. We walked until we came to one of the sets of descending stairs. As we walked by, he looked down and stopped short. He stepped closer and bent to get a better look. “Hey What’s that?” he asked. “What?” I answered. “Look, it looks like money on the ground!” he said stepping aside so that I could look. “Let’s go get it.” He said, pushing me down.