Imanna's Crowded Train - Terrenden Stories - A'mara Books Erotica

Imanna realized she’d made a terrible mistake as she stood on the crowded platform waiting for the train. She guessed she’d chosen the train after the ending of a field ball match. Mistake. An hour until the next train, she would have to get on and hope to have enough space wherein to breathe.

The train pulled in to the station. A few people got off, but not enough, Imanna knew. Quickly, she got on, realizing instantly, that the train was completely packed. She would have to make due with the end corridor of the car. But more people got in. She stood next to the other door, scared that it might open unexpectedly, but grateful for the extra air from the open window.

She was pushed harder against the door as more people got on and they crowded around her. She was pushed away from the door towards the corner and against a rather handsome man.

“Sorry,” she murmured as she was pressed harder against him.

“It’s okay,” he said, his arm coming around her. “I rather like the idea of a beautiful woman against my body right now.”

Something in his tone aroused her. She pretended that his arm around her meant that he wanted her.

The train began to move, pressing her against him again.

As their positions adjusted for the movement, she felt his hand on her breast. At first, it could have been an accident, but the gentle massaging of her fleshy cushion was no mistake, especially as he pushed down her tank top and bra to touch her nipple.

“You shouldn’t do that,” she murmured, despite her now firm nipple in his hand.

“Nope,” he agreed, but kept doing it.

Imanna looked around for help from the other people crowded against them, but they all had their backs to her. No one would know a thing! She felt his hardness growing against her. Her forbidden arousal conflicted her. Her body wanted him.

His other hand massaged her hip, then crept under her waistband, feeling her abdomen under his hand. One finger pushed through the coarse hair and slipped between her labial folds to stroke her.

A soft moan escaped her lips as her legs parted slightly to allow him. “Don’t,” she breathed.

“I shouldn’t do that,” he admitted. But his hands remained on her.

He released a breast, then grabbed her hand and pulled it behind her. A moment later, she knew she had his hardness within her grasp. He stroked himself within it.

He put himself away as the train stopped and some people got off.

He quickly pushed Imanna into the carriage. They were stopped at the luggage area as more people got on and crowded them again. He was pressed against her again.

The train began moving again.

Imanna was startled as the man pulled her pants down and pushed her forward over the luggage rack. “No!” she cried out as he inserted his hardness into her and started thrusting into her. Her little cries were swallowed up by all the people around them.

“Quietly,” he warned, thrusting deeper.

She hated that her body was aroused as she was being violated by this complete stranger. Yet, he was doing more to her than simply raping her, he was satisfying a deeper need.

His hands were inside her shirt, holding onto her breasts as he pounded into her body. She muffled her cries into a soft bag in front of her.

He pulled out and pulled her pants back up moments before someone wanted that bag. They let the woman grab it, then he lifted Imanna onto the spot it had taken, lowering her pants again first. He lifted her foot from her pants and put her leg around him as he got closer and inserted himself into her again.

The train rounded a corner pushing him deeper into her. She tried not to cry out. He lifted her shirt off her breasts and put the cloth in her mouth. It would dampen her cries, she knew.

Someone bumped into the back of him, pushing him harder into her again. She cried out into her shirt, her body thoroughly aroused by him despite the rudeness of everything. He hadn’t asked, he had just taken, yet she wanted more.

His thrusting accelerated and hit her harder, she knew enough to recognize that he was nearing his peak. “Don’t come inside me!” she tried to shout at him, but her cry was muffled by her shirt. She couldn’t use her arms for fear of falling off the luggage rack. She tried to spit out her shirt, but it was firmly in her mouth. “Don’t come inside me!” she cried again. She knew he probably hadn’t heard her.

Imanna tried to back away from him, but he just moved with her, pressing her head against the side of the train behind her.

He slammed against her in desperation, digging deeper and deeper into her body, it seemed. He moaned several times as he pushed harder and faster. Then his moan intensified and he pushed deeper, holding her hips against him as he slowed.

Imanna felt him fill her with his seed. She cried out again with carnal fulfillment.

The moment after, she worried about the fact a total stranger could have made her pregnant. She wasn’t on anything, wasn’t seeing anyone. Her body was needy, something she knew was a sign of fertility. “Oh gods!” she cried out as he moved her shirt down and kissed her.

“What?” he asked.

“You might have given me a baby!” she replied, the shock still registering.

He shrugged his shoulders. “That happens sometimes.”

“What, you make a habit of screwing women in the crowded train?!” she asked incredulously.

“It makes the journey go faster, and more pleasantly,” he said. “My stop.” He fixed his pants and squeezed his way through the crowd, leaving Imanna still sitting on the luggage rack, his seed dripping from her body.

“Would you kindly get dressed?” an older woman asked irritably.

“Sorry,” Imanna replied, standing up and pulling up her pants, wondering what she was going to do if she was pregnant.