[CNC] Why don't you stop me?
Warning: Might be triggering for some. Everything described was consensual between participants.
I usually don't subject myself to the horror of public transport during rush hour, especially not post-pandemic but these were simpler times. Today, and for the past week, I have been doing so eagerly. By now I have the whole route memorized, recognize a lot of the regulars and know their stops. All this effort, all this time, just looking for my next prey.
I’m looking for you, of course. The one that’s nice, who would give up her seat to someone in need, the one that drifts to the back for fear of being noticed, the one that’s shy but dresses like a lazy prostitute. You are young, just beginning to make a life for yourself, unsure about so many things, pure, hopeful, naive.
My polite small talk with a regular was cut short when the bus stopped, she said a hasty goodbye, and left. Then you, almost gingerly, stepped on and started looking for a spot. Red hair, light freckles on your cheeks. A polite smile as you were almost herded to the back by the rest of the mob squeezing itself on with you. I could feel my member eagerly twitching already. After you passed me I kindly offered my seat to an older gentleman and made sure I ended up next to you instead, mere inches to spare between us.
You were slim, short, I towered over you with my 182, you couldn’t have been more than 155. Your breasts were small but perky, clearly popping up through your bra and tank top. I grimaced at the tight skinny jeans, but hid my dismay from you, instead I flashed a smile and asked where you were headed. My excitement grew when you politely answered and I knew it was more than half an hour away.
As always, I started by testing the waters, slowly pressing closer to you, forcing you back against the wall. Your smile started to slip and a look of worry crossed your face as I pressed into you, grinding a bit against your backside. You were so cute, arms tucked to your chest as you tried to move further into the wall to get away from me, somehow thinking you might become a part of it. Your eyes squeezed shut and you stood there silently while I placed my hand on your hip and let it slowly creep up your front.
You let out a small whimper but said nothing as I groped your tits and pinched your nipples, people behind too busy not looking at anyone to take notice. Your gaze and head pointed at the floor, arms wrapping tighter around yourself as you tried to shield yourself from me, curl up into yourself, trying to be small. The bus stopped and I turned around, leaving you cornered behind my back, as people got off and new ones got on. I looked back at you and you didn’t even try to get off, you were entirely frozen and stiff. I knew for certain that you were my next prey.
As the bus took off I pressed you to the wall again, my hands finding the button on your jeans. You only shook slightly, your whole body seeming petrified. My hands grazed your pubic hair, soft and in my mind bright red, though we were too close together for me to see. I chuckled slightly when I found your cunt to be wet and wanting. I breathed heavily into your ear as I fingered you and played with your clit. You gasped and whimpered as I felt your pussy starting to spasm. You clamped a hand to your mouth, panic clear on your face, to stifle your moan as you came “in front” of 40 people.
I continued to play with you, enjoying the tear rolling down your left cheek just as much as the juices coating my fingers as I took out my rock hard cock through the zipper of my jeans. I stroked myself slowly as I fingered you, casting a glance back at the other passengers to find them still not looking in our direction. I was on the verge of cumming after maybe a minute when I pulled down your pants quickly and angled my cock into your panties. I unloaded quietly as I filled your underwear with cum.
Still quietly I tucked away my cock and pulled up your pants, feeling you shudder when your soaked panties pressed into you. I spent the rest of the bus ride rubbing the crotch of your jeans, feeling the dampness from my considerable load as I spread it around your pussy.
You never said a word and I let you get off at your stop. I smiled as I wondered to myself, why none of you ever stopped me?
"Red" reached out to me again later the same day, very satisfied with how our agreed encounter had played out.
I usually don't subject myself to the horror of public transport during rush hour, especially not post-pandemic but these were simpler times. Today, and for the past week, I have been doing so eagerly. By now I have the whole route memorized, recognize a lot of the regulars and know their stops. All this effort, all this time, just looking for my next prey.
I’m looking for you, of course. The one that’s nice, who would give up her seat to someone in need, the one that drifts to the back for fear of being noticed, the one that’s shy but dresses like a lazy prostitute. You are young, just beginning to make a life for yourself, unsure about so many things, pure, hopeful, naive.
My polite small talk with a regular was cut short when the bus stopped, she said a hasty goodbye, and left. Then you, almost gingerly, stepped on and started looking for a spot. Red hair, light freckles on your cheeks. A polite smile as you were almost herded to the back by the rest of the mob squeezing itself on with you. I could feel my member eagerly twitching already. After you passed me I kindly offered my seat to an older gentleman and made sure I ended up next to you instead, mere inches to spare between us.
You were slim, short, I towered over you with my 182, you couldn’t have been more than 155. Your breasts were small but perky, clearly popping up through your bra and tank top. I grimaced at the tight skinny jeans, but hid my dismay from you, instead I flashed a smile and asked where you were headed. My excitement grew when you politely answered and I knew it was more than half an hour away.
As always, I started by testing the waters, slowly pressing closer to you, forcing you back against the wall. Your smile started to slip and a look of worry crossed your face as I pressed into you, grinding a bit against your backside. You were so cute, arms tucked to your chest as you tried to move further into the wall to get away from me, somehow thinking you might become a part of it. Your eyes squeezed shut and you stood there silently while I placed my hand on your hip and let it slowly creep up your front.
You let out a small whimper but said nothing as I groped your tits and pinched your nipples, people behind too busy not looking at anyone to take notice. Your gaze and head pointed at the floor, arms wrapping tighter around yourself as you tried to shield yourself from me, curl up into yourself, trying to be small. The bus stopped and I turned around, leaving you cornered behind my back, as people got off and new ones got on. I looked back at you and you didn’t even try to get off, you were entirely frozen and stiff. I knew for certain that you were my next prey.
As the bus took off I pressed you to the wall again, my hands finding the button on your jeans. You only shook slightly, your whole body seeming petrified. My hands grazed your pubic hair, soft and in my mind bright red, though we were too close together for me to see. I chuckled slightly when I found your cunt to be wet and wanting. I breathed heavily into your ear as I fingered you and played with your clit. You gasped and whimpered as I felt your pussy starting to spasm. You clamped a hand to your mouth, panic clear on your face, to stifle your moan as you came “in front” of 40 people.
I continued to play with you, enjoying the tear rolling down your left cheek just as much as the juices coating my fingers as I took out my rock hard cock through the zipper of my jeans. I stroked myself slowly as I fingered you, casting a glance back at the other passengers to find them still not looking in our direction. I was on the verge of cumming after maybe a minute when I pulled down your pants quickly and angled my cock into your panties. I unloaded quietly as I filled your underwear with cum.
Still quietly I tucked away my cock and pulled up your pants, feeling you shudder when your soaked panties pressed into you. I spent the rest of the bus ride rubbing the crotch of your jeans, feeling the dampness from my considerable load as I spread it around your pussy.
You never said a word and I let you get off at your stop. I smiled as I wondered to myself, why none of you ever stopped me?
"Red" reached out to me again later the same day, very satisfied with how our agreed encounter had played out.
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