The stranger has followed her

Suddenly she feels hot air breathing down her neck, and she freezes up. A man’s voice is whispers low in her ear, “Don’t you want to finish what we started?” He asks. Hana gasps but doesn’t move, again not wanting to alert anyone. It must be the man from the train. She tries her best to remain calm, and nods in reply.

“See those bathrooms at the end of the hall?”

She nods again.

“Go into stall closest to the doorway...” he pauses for a moment as someone walks by a little to close. “I’ll knock three times. Let me in.”

Hana can feel her whole body shaking as her heart beats furiously. She nods again and quickly walks off towards the bathrooms to follow his instructions.

She quickly locks herself in the first stall, thankfully it’s pretty empty down this end of the station and not many people are around right now. She carefully closes the lid on the toilet seat and wrinkles her nose. Isn’t this a little gross? She wonders. But the excitement and taboo of it is outweighing any hangups. She hangs her school briefcase up on the door hook and begins rubbing her pussy through her panties as she waits eagerly.

Then she hears three knocks. She hesitates, but only for a second. Hana quickly unlocks her stall door and he rushes in, so as not to be seen. The two can barely move, it’s such a tight fit. And Hana can really see him now. He is definitely the business type; all suit and tie, clean shaven, and she can smell his cologne now. To her it smells manly, grown up. Nothing like what the boys at school wear. She slowly breaths it in and enjoys the scent as it lingers on her.

He leans in and kisses her neck as he undoes her blouse ribbon, and then the buttons. He doesn’t hold back at all, but somehow he still seems in control of himself. Just barely. He pulls Hana’s bra down and her large breasts pop out, bare for him to see. She lets out a light gasps, and he does too.

“Who are you?” He marvels.

As if in reply Hana eagerly reaches down to unzip his pants again, and he pulls her panties down like they were before. She turns around and stands on her tip toes, arching her back so her ass sticks out for him at a much better angle than it was on the train. She’s leaning against the wall now, her breasts pushed up firmly against the cold tiles.

He immediately slides his way back inside her and they both gasp. They don’t need to be so subtle or slow here, not compared to the train anyway. The stranger lifts her skirt up so he has a full view of her ass and starts pounding his cock in and out of her tight pussy. They grunt and gasp, holding back any moans that might tip someone off. As if the sound of their bodies slapping together wasn’t enough.