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It was late when she made her way home. She enjoyed the lonely hour on the train when everything was dark and only a few people were still traveling. Her work as a waitress made it that she had to work for a long time when she had the late layer. So she sat on the train, looked out the window and thought. At home, her friend Mark was waiting for her. They have been together forever, actually always felt.
You had in the School Get to know and have spent their lives together. Over time, her sex was less and less what was more due to Mark than to her. He often sat in front of the computer until late at night or looked at series while she went to bed alone. She looked good and always got offers from men, but it would never have come up with something to do with someone other than Mark.
As she was sunk into her thoughts, she took a movement from the corner of the eye and turned her head. A man had opposed her and looked at her interested. The compartment was empty, why did he just have to sit on this place. She saw the man who continued to look in her face. He was muscular, tattooed and somehow looked scary. But the most striking were his blue eyes that they continued to look at without emotion.
She couldn’t remember when she had seen such a deep blue before. She turned her head to the side and noticed how she got red. The situation was uncomfortable for her and she noticed without looking at the man to continue staring at her. So she looked out of the window and thought about whether she should say something or maybe call Maik. Maik was probably already in bed and actually she didn’t want to wake him up.
Besides, the man didn’t care about looking. Laying she turned her head to the side and caught another look at the man. She would remember every detail, only in all cases. Suddenly the man got up, she was startled. He took a step towards her, got a little knee and looked straight into her eyes. “I like you … see us”. He straightened up again and went towards the exit.
It took before she found her back. “Such an ass” she thought angry. As so often, all the cheeky, suitable remarks she would have liked to say only occurred in retrospect. Some time later she was also at its destination and she was relieved when she opened the door to the apartment together and heard her friend’s voice. She thought about this incident briefly about him, but what should it bring.
He would only worry and get on her nerves when she is traveling at night. It was a few weeks later and she had already forgotten the incident when she took the train home as so often. The layer had been hard and so she typed her hand away on her cell phone when someone sat down opposite her. She lifted her head and felt a stab in the stomach area. It was the man who just looked at her last time.
Thousands of thoughts rest through her head, what did the guy want. He liked her, especially his eyes and yet she found his entire behavior inappropriate, psycho. She slipped back and forth uneasily and tried to concentrate on her phone again. Then she felt a hand on her bare knee. “Hey” she called out softly and shook her hand off. She looked the stranger angrily on which she continued to be staring in the eye without any emotion.
As he looked at her, he slowly put his hand on her knee again. “Leave that” she still said quietly and shook her hand out of herself. He confidently put her on her leg again without letting her out of his eyes. It was like electrified. She was a confident woman who could also deal well with her work in the catering trade. Usually she always had a suitable saying in stock that defused the situation but now she was quiet.
What was going on with her, she wondered irritated. Maybe it was because her friend Maik was so different. He was loving, reserved and soft. He would never approach a woman so much. Your relationship was nice, but also familiar with predictable. The man who was sitting opposite was different, knew what he wanted and that irritated her and while she was thinking about it rested his hand on her knees. Suddenly he got up, looked at her again and said with a little smile: “Next time I’ll take you with me”.
She was still petrified. “Yes, of course,” she said and immediately annoyed her words. You should have blown it confidently and dismissively, but what had left her mouth was an uncertain beep, embarrassing. With a red head she watched the stranger left the train. The next few days she was totally through the wind. She had deeply moved the event on the train and she still couldn’t say why.
Something new had entered her life, which she could not calculate, predict and she could not classify her feelings correctly. A few weeks passed and she noticed that she was looking for the man for the man without knowing whether she should be happy or afraid of it. And then one evening she saw him. He entered the train, went to her purposefully and sat down on her counterpart. This time it will work differently, she thought grimly.
She looked into his eyes and tried to withstand her eyes. “What do you want from me,” she said hostile. She had played through in her head for a long time as this encounter would take place and words are prepared. He just looked at her without saying anything. “Can’t you speak or what” she noticed that her words became more insecure. Suddenly he got up, grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She protested weakly when he behind her duke towards the output.
She could have teared away, defend or scream. But she followed him when he left the train with her at a lonely train station. The train station was nothing more than a small house with toilets and a ticket machine. He was hardly illuminated and except for a group of young people who were drunk there and loudly waited for their train. “Where do we go,” she asked uncertainly but the man did not react. He was determined by the corner of the house.
There was hardly any light left and it stank to urine. Without a word he pulled her in front of him and pressed her back on the wall. It was hot and she only had a summer dress. Without hesitation he knelt, skillfully reached under her dress and pulled her panties down. She was completely overwhelmed, stammered something. He got up and pulled his pants down. “Hey what’s that supposed to do, I don’t want it” she protested weakly.
He looked at her again and grabbed her between the Legs. Then he smiled triumphantly when he kept the fingers of glittering fingers in front of her face. Her body saw things differently thought she discouraged. He turned her up so that she was now facing her face towards the plastered wall. Then he gently pressed her against it and she felt her dress pulled up. She was still overwhelmed by her feelings and trembled with excitement when she felt like a big, hard tough one tail Slowly penetrated into them.
She groaned and felt how her got hot. One hand of the man was hiked around her body and pressed her small, firm breasts. She felt the strange tail in centimeters disappeared into her. When he was entirely in her he paused for a moment and she stopped the air. The time seemed to stop and she had never felt so cool, so filled up. And then he fucked her.
As if someone had overturned a switch, he started to withdraw from her to drive his cock back into her again for a short time afterwards. While he continued to cover her chest with one hand, he pulled her head back with his other hand so that she felt his hot breath on her neck. His hand wandered over her face and he pushed his fingers into her mouth. She immediately started her fingers eagerly suck while he continued to fuck her like a obsessed one.
She was now trapped between the wall and the man who plowed her from behind without mercy. She heard his gasp on her ear while she started moaning herself. With Maik the sex was always tender, sensitive and considerate. This was very different. The man did not care about her needs, but was only interested in spraying his seed as deep as possible into the young mare. She felt delivered and used, at the same time also in demand and something special.
And then she came to this dirty place, on this dirty wall orgasm. It suddenly started to twitch and the narrow and lack of freedom of movement increased the feeling even further. It was shaken by wild contractions and moaned loudly. The man now kept her mouth her mouth, probably not to make any of the passengers aware of her hustle and bustle. Wave around wave she flowed through a feeling that she had never felt in this intensity.
Then the man pulled back and turned her around. She was now wet with sweat. He grabbed her to the back of the thighs, lifted her slightly and penetrated her back into her. She held on his neck as he picked up speed again and drove her again to orgasm. She was now completely finished, weak. The stranger was like a marathon runner who hammered his cock into her without a break.
Then his movements slowed down and with a few last, deep bumps he started being with it sperm pump them in. He sighed satisfied and kept her in this position for a few seconds, trapped between his body and the wall to spray the last drop in her. Then he pulled back and she slid down the rough wall with her back onto the floor. She breathed quickly and felt the stranger dripped from her.
The stranger pulled his pants up and looked at them. Then he grabbed her panties, put it in his pocket and turned away. She wanted to say something but did not make a sound. She could only see how he was without a further look and without saying a word. She needed some time to find her back. Then she got up and tried to straighten up again.
Her dress had broken through the slide and only kept when she held it onto her body. Her hair was messed up, her make -up melted and she still felt how sperm ran out of her. She went into the toilet and directed to the toilet, then took the next train. She felt the few people looked like she looked. Used and left behind she thought sad. She opened the door quietly and entered the shared apartment.
She heard that the television was running. “Well, Biste back” her friend called out of the Living room. “I’m with you right away, just have to take a shower quickly,” she replied and tried to ring normally. She entered the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She was ashamed.
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