Not yet...

"I noticed your miniskirt when you stepped in," muttered the man behind me. "It looked good on you. It caught my attention. Do you know what would make it look better on you? I'll tell you. Hunger. Virgin, you say? Not surprised. A miniskirt like this needs to be worn by a girl with a shed load more sexual hunger..."

As he spoke he let the rocking of the tube carriage slide his cock back and forth against my wet slit. I could feel a warm tingle spread throughout my entire body despite how much I hated this bastard for taking advantage of me.

"Please," I begged again, catching a sob in my throat despite the growing sensations in my body, "I don't want this..."

I could feel his cock slowly push my pussy lips apart, I could feel his width start to slide into my folds.

"I like the pleading in your voice," he says as my eyes begin to tear up, "Be as loud as you want. We're alone... but," and he paused to edge his cock further inside me - and I hated him even more for making it feel good - "... but, we'll be at the next station fairly soon. If we're not quick then who knows what might happen next."

Oh god! The next station! I hadn't thought of that. I didn't want him to be quick. I wanted him gone - even though I was beginning to understand what he meant about 'hunger'. Would would happen at the next station?

As he slide his cock further into me I gasped, "Oh god!" I moaned and hated myself for not being able to suppress the lust in my voice.