Changing passengers

I could feel his dick deflate inside me as my assailant wound down from his attack. He stepped back and I found I could breathe more easily again.

Looking up I saw my reflection in the window. My blouse was open, my bra exposed to the cool air, my hair was a mess and I looked flushed.

I turned around, ready to confront my attacker - the man who had taken my virginity - but he wasn't there. The doors to the underground carriage slid closed. My heart fluttered as I released he had probably just fucked me and left.

It took me just a few seconds to notice the new people on the train. At the other end of the carriage sat two young men, about my age, they sat opposite one and other but rather than chatting where silent and watching me intensely.

I wonder what they had seen?