Stay still

You can immedaitely tell that it's your hookup. Who else would it be? And, well, when you think about it, doesn't this make things even hotter?

You're stuck here. He can truly do what he wants to you. You're going to be released when the doors open at the next stop anyway. You might as well enjoy it.

Maybe he thinks that this was your intent all along. To get stuck like this. To **** things to stay anonymous.

The man traces a finger around your cameltoe, making you shiver with joy. You're still pretty close to orgasm, from all that edging you were doing just a minute ago.

Not knowing what he looks like was not supposed to be a part of today's affair, but it's actually making everything even more tantalizing. Someone's going to fuck you and you're never ever going to even see his face.

And, yes, he's definitely going to fuck you. He's pulling down your hotpants. He's not removing them completely, but just pulling them down to the tops of your thighs, so that he can access your holes.

Oh fuck, he must be able to see everything. You feel so exposed, so defenceless. And you love it.

Meanwhile, all you can see yourself, is the countryside slowly sliding past, and the edge of the train tracks below.

With your head outside like this, the sound of the train and the rushing air is actually pretty deafening. You doubt you two could hear each other very well even if you shouted.

God, this is so hot.

This is it. This is likely your last moment to somehow find a way to let him know that you've changed your mind, before this anonymous pervert claims your pussy.

And oh yes, you better believe that you told it him it was fine to go raw.