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looks can be deceiving (open to one male, rape)

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melodie69

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May 4, 2011
looking out the subway window, Tori sighed softly. She'd had a long day waitressing and had been on her feet all day. There were no seats left on the crowded train though and she was forced to stand. casually she straightened out her black skirt and readjusted her name tag. She didn't have time to change after work, per usual. It was a dead beat job but she had to pay for school some how so every day she rode the same subway car back and forth. Her green eyes glanced from side to side lazily. There was nothing unusual. Older people, business men and teens with head phones. As the train door opened, she heard the shuffle of people coming on. She brushed some of her red locks out of her face as she noticed a man get up and offer an arriving older woman his seat. Tori smiled at him as he took a place behind her. He gently bumped her as the train started and apologized, but the girl smiled warmly forward. "It's fine. It's nice to see there are still some good guys left," she replied, looking out the window. He was taller than her but she couldn't tell much other than that. She'd seen him on the car before, but knew nothing about him.

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Tori is under the impression gentleman still exists when a man trades his seat to an older woman to stand behind her. As they begin talking and he gets closer, she quickly sees that's not so. Need one male to subtly but aggressively take advantage of her in public.
 
Howard was deep within his own thoughts. He gotten word today they company was cutting bonuses this year by a third. All divisions. Hell! His division was the only one that had turned increased profits this year, but he was having to suffer along with the rest. Damn company, he thought blackly. Damn economy. He deserved better, but nobody was hiring until things picked up, so he was stuck.

Here he was, twenty-nine years old, an up-and-comer, but no respect from the company this year. He deserved some reward for his efforts this year! He glanced around the subway car, seeing all the blank faces. Ordinary people, muddling along in their ordinary lives, and he refused to accept that he could be one of them. Men like Howard took what they wanted, and earned it! He noted the pretty young waitress standing before him in the crowd. A girl like that would be grateful to have a man like him pay her any attention, he thought.

That's when the elderly woman got on board at the stop, and Howard saw an opportunity he might not have taken any other day. He rose and let the old bag have his seat, slipping in behind the waitress. There were people standing all around them, buried in their newspapers, their phones, books, lost in their private music. Howard was practically smelling her hair as the train bumped up to speed.

As if to steady himself, he put a hand on her hip as the train rounded a curve.

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Tori hummed to herself softly as the train began to rock to a start. Her eyelids grew heavy from her exhaustion and she drifted off into her own mind. Maybe she would take a bath when she got home opposed to her usual shower. Yeah and long hot bath would do her young body good. She imagined sitting in the warm depths of the water, her head tipped back as candles burned in the background.

She exhaled and allowed her head to tip back as in her day dream. She didn't notice as the man behind her placed his hand on her hip. Tori was used to the crowded ways of the train. It was packed, people were going to bump into each other whether its accidental or they needed to steady themselves.

A yawn escaped her lips and her head tilted to the side lightly as she popped her neck. It had been a long day, but she was slowly convincing herself that she was going to have a good night. the nineteen year old relaxed her body, brushing back into the man unconsciously as the train shook a little.
 
The little strumpet was already giving him signals, Howard convinced himself. At his touch on her hip, she was leaning back against his firm chest, her ass nearly against his groin. He could see her head tilt back, her soft hair making a pillow toward his shoulder. He added his other hand to her hips, now sliding them slightly up and down while easing her gently back more against him. Is she really drifting off, or just playing a game with me, he asked himself with a secret smile.

Down below sight from the crush of bodies, his fingers played lightly on her hips, gently massaging. He felt her relaxing, and interpreted it as a sign to continue. His fingers gradually slipped forward and backward, making soothing massage hint at her buttocks and the edges of her pelvic bone, but staying mostly on her hips.

Just how far will she go, he wondered. Just how far would HE go?
 
Tori's mind was elsewhere as she continued to think of home. It was the only thing that kept her going on nights like this. Maybe she'd even break out that old back massager her sister had bought her. It was ages ago but she could still remember running the gentle vibrating machine over her back and hips. It made her tremble thinking about it...or was that the feel of the the man that was slowly working his hands over her hips.

She bit her lip, unconsciously and a quiet moan escaped her lips as she drifted further into her fantasy. She'd become so numb to the subways movements even the touches on her ass went unnoticed. All she wanted was an incredible bath, a nice massage and a warm bed. Tori's back arched pressing her behind into his loins.

The train turned, shifting her balance, pushing her skirt up a bit. Her hand moved, touching the top button of her blouse. It was growing hot and she unbuttoned it a bit, giving a peek of her thick cleavage and the dark bra that pressed her ample mounds together.
 
Howard interpreted the unbuttoning of the girl's blouse as a silent signal of assent to the play. His fingers were not only massaging, but gradually pulling at the material of her skirt. Each time the train shifted, he raised the hem of the short skirt even higher, until his moving fingers could slip down and touch bare thigh as his massaged her hips.

The train started to jerk, slowing down as it was approaching a station. People shifted with the bumps, and Howard's hands held her more firmly, as if "protecting" her from going off balance. As if! With her leaning back more against him, he could peek over her shoulder, looking down her blouse at the cleavage more generously exposed. She wants me, he told himself, the breath from his nose adding a soft warm breeze against the side of her neck and her ear.

More jerks, and with each one, his fingers pulled more skirt up. His fingertips slipped around more to the front from her hips, now massaging the tops of her thighs, often on bare skin. The train pulled to a stop; a few people got off, but many more got on, further crowding the girl against him. They were still within the central city; it would be several more stops before the crowd would begin to reduce. He knew that she got off one stop before his, and both were well out into the suburbs.

One of his fingers felt the hem of her panties, and continued to massage her teasingly.
 
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