Brief Encounters of the Third Kind

I thought it was just another normal day.
It started normally waking up a few minutes before my alarm and lying in bed with my eyes closed questioning why I always do this. After the alarm stumble to the shower. It always starts cold, fair enough it helps me wake up. Brush my teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast, grab my briefcase and out the door. When I step out the horizon is just starting to light up, good morning day.

I check my watch and I’m a minute behind schedule, it will be a brisk walk to the station today. As I arrive the train is already pulling in. I’m more winded than I should be it’s only four blocks. I know I should exercise more, but who has the time? I push my way onto the crowded train-car and am jostled away from the doors, I don’t have the energy to resist so I settle in a corner. I already feel like today will be a disappointment as I softly pant in the corner. Is that what attracted her to me? Did she know?

I felt someone pressing against me, that’s normal. But then a pair of hands were firmly grabbing my crotch, that was not normal. Nothing in my life had prepared me for that moment. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d only had sex a few times, to say it was a rare occurrence would be generous. One of her hands found my testicles and I flinched as she squeezed too hard. That’s when I heard her voice for the first time. Her voice was feminine, soft, gentle even. Nothing about her voice matched her words.

“Hello, I’ll be your molester today.”

I froze like a fainting goat, I’m surprised I didn’t fall over. I might have if there hadn’t been so many people. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was being groped on the train. In front of everyone! My thoughts were in high gear, but my body was stubbornly in neutral. I tried to say something, but words wouldn’t come. Maybe she knew what I was thinking, maybe she’d done this before, maybe she did this all the time.

“Quiet now, just let this happen.”

My mouth closed obediently. Seconds passed, my heart beat loudly. Could they hear it, could she hear it? She released my testicles and I inhaled deeply. Then her hands were on me again, all over me. My chest, my abs, my waist, my thighs, my butt. It was like she was checking me for something my wallet, keys? She could have taken anything from me in that moment. I couldn’t keep up. My thoughts went from overdrive to slow motion. I was clay incapable of resisting her will. She lowered my zipper with a fzzzt and my breath stopped. Her hand invaded my pants and all I could feel was her breath on the back of my neck. Hot humid puffs of air tickling my skin. Too fast! She must have been enjoying herself.

Her hand was under my boxers. She was touching me! How could she be so bold? That’s when I noticed my penis was getting hard! She grabbed me and squeezed the base and I started breathing again gasssssp!

“You’re already so hard, are you enjoying being molested?”

She sounded genuinely curious. I couldn’t answer my throat was clamped shut. Did she do this often?! Is my reaction weird? Am I normal?
She stroked my erection softly and my throat opened for a second. Words flew through my mind vying for passage through the momentary opening, but all that came out was a soft moan. Ohhhh! It felt wrong but also good? She grabbed my balls again and another moan escaped nnnnnh! My dick was so hard! Why was it so hard!? Her soft hand wrapped around my erection and started to pump up and down, up and down. I lost myself in the sensation. The rest of the train wasn’t there, only me and my molester as she had her way with my body and I silently surrender.

“Do you want to cum for me?”

Her question was rhetorical, obviously she didn’t expect an answer from me. I hadn’t managed to **** out a syllable this whole time, let alone a word. But in my mind I answered her ‘Yes!’ What?!?

Why had I thought that?
Why was it true?
Was it true?
How badly did I want to cum for her? If she left now, would I turn around and follow her like a lost puppy? I didn’t want to cum for her, I needed to cum for her. My neck felt like it was a statue as I nodded, I almost expected the movement to break me. Instead it liberated me. I could breath again, I was back in the train-car with the rest of the people. My fingers stopped clenching and my briefcase silently fell to the floor. My hands and face pressed against the wall as she stroked my painfully erect penis. She leaned in closer, her hips were pressed up against my ass! Electric shocks of pleasure radiated from everywhere she was touching me meeting in the middle to supercharge the butterflies in my stomach.

“I’ve never met someone so submissive.”

Her softly uttered words cut through me like a knife and lodged in my brain SUBMISSIVE.
Am I really submissive?
What am I thinking?
I am whatever she says I am!
My only answer is to whimper.

“It’s almost my stop, time to cum for me okay.”

I try to nod, but I end up rubbing my head on the wall. It’s time to cum! After she told me it was time I barely lasted five strokes before I came in my pants. It was like a geyser, hot jism under pressure deep racing to the surface. Well the first spurt was. Unfortunately, after that my erection dripped like a leaky faucet. I’d never felt so satisfied or so violated. The train was pulling into the next stop. Her hand slipped out of my pants. She wiped herself off on me leaving cum-stains up and down my dress shirt. She almost sounded apologetic when she said.

“I normally don’t do this.”

I felt her hands in my back pocket, was she robbing me? I panted softly leaning against the wall entirely spent. I still couldn’t say anything. Then I felt my wallet slipped back into my pants before she groped me once more. She was gone.

I missed my stop.

When I was able to move again I sluggishly pushed my way off of the train and sat down hard on the nearest bench. I tried to make sense of what had happened. Had it even happened at all? Things like that don’t happen to me.

So what were the stains on my shirt? I had leaned against the wall on the train. There must have been something on the wall. I made a mess of my shirt leaning against the wall, that was it. It hadn’t happened, I’d been daydreaming the most intense orgasm of my life.

I was going to be late to work because of a daydream. Shit! I was right, today is going to suck.

A man who looked more miserable than I felt walked down the station. Everyone carefully avoided acknowledging his existence. Normally I would have too, but I was in a fey mood. He noticed me noticing him and walked up slowly “Got any change?” I didn’t, I almost never use hard currency, but I did have some bills. Maybe it was the mood I was in. If my day was ruined at least his could be brighter. I pulled out my wallet to give him a $20. As I pulled the bill a piece of paper fell to the floor. He wasn’t even excited as he took the money and wandered off. I bent and picked up the paper.

I looked at it and my heart stopped.

Her business card.