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Taken
Date: 6/23/2016, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: mulls1000, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
your breath quickening as you allow your fantasy to consume your mind. The naughty thought stirs your inner desire, a slight tingle forming between your legs as you lose yourself to your wild thoughts surrounded by your fellow commuters blissfully unaware of the erotic thoughts running through your mind. The brake of the train is quickly followed by the beep of the door, bringing you back to reality in a heartbeat. With a twist and a turn you squeeze your way out with many others. Stepping onto the platform you go to step forward but a slight gasp escapes your lips as you feel a hand on your upper arm, a firm grip, fingers tightening around you. Instantly you go to turn your head but feel the warmth of a mouth close to your ear. You feel his breath upon your skin but before you can say a thing a whispered word sucks the words from your mouth. You gasp as the word, the same word that had appeared in your inbox, resonates through you, the image of your online account and the exchanges with that someone special flashing before your eyes. Before you can respond he whispers "Don't look and say nothing," in a firm, strong gravely male tone. Confused and shell shocked you feel him guide you in the opposite direction to the hordes heading for the escalator exit. Instead you head towards the darker, dimly lit end of the platform. Your heart races, pounding in your ears as under the strangers hold he guides you in the opposite direction. The sound of his footsteps and the click of ... your heels becoming more prominent with each step, the murmur of chatter disappears into the background as the doors beep and the train pulls out of the station, an eerie quietness descending. Disappearing from sight behind a billboard at the deserted far end of the station, he releases his firm grip with a push, that causes you to wobble on your heels, your arms coming out to steady yourself against the billboard. "What's all this," you stutter as you regain your balance. "Don't give me that. We both know what you crave," he growls. Oh my god, your mind racing in a multitude of directions. Instantly you an feel his presence tight against you, either hand resting on your thighs, guiding them down the material of your grey pencil skirt, following the contours of your legs. Fingers quickly find the hem, grip and begin to ruffle the material back up your legs. "I," you gasp, the whole speed of events leaving your mind to race wildly. "Tell me to stop," he whispers his tone firm and assured. Every emotion telling you to shout and scream, to fight and resist this stranger who until now had been just a username in the cyber world of binary ones zeros. Yet despite the rationale a deeper, much darker desire takes hold and you remain silent, his hands tugging the material of your skirt higher up your thighs. "We both know how much you want this" he whispers confidently. What where you doing? What were you thinking? Your earlier thoughts and emotions clouding your judgement, this near ...