My Tube Ride Home

It's Friday and raining, I've got to get home
An appointment to keep, there is no time to roam
The tube is the easiest transport to take
The station, a train, there's a journey to make

I am stood in the carriage, there's nowhere to sit
We're crammed like sardines, so no others can fit
The long journey home's going to take us an age
Can't even read my book, no room to turn the page!

Then suddenly darkness, train slows to a halt
The power has been cut; "The damned governments fault!"
A crescendo of mumours, of blame, just my luck
And then there's the voice: "Hello love, wanna fuck??"

"I'm sorry??" the words are involuntary said
I try to look round but cannot move my head
The pressure of bodies makes all movement tough
"Come on," sais the voice, "fancy a bit of rough???"

I must get away, am all ready to scream
When I feel a sharp point; It's a knife I do deem
The voice sais, "Keep quiet, or I'll stab you right here!"
I stand still as a statue, mouth dry, full of fear

"Just taking advantage, now there's not a light"
He whispers behind me "there's no need to fight!"
I feel a hand moving, caressing my arse
Unreal this encounter, I'm part of a farce!

Its no joking though, feel his hand at my skirt
Another comes round and un-buttons my shirt
As pressed to the window, a hand cups my breast
And pulls at a nipple, emotions to test

The hand at my skirt he has moved to my pants
With difficulty now I can just keep my stance
As two fingers invade my most private place
And one rubs my clit, and my cunt lips does trace

I'm sweating and straining as much as I can
To move, get away, from this horrid, vile man
But the things that he's doing are making me wet
My emotions are mixed – "Are you cuming love, yet?"

His voice trails away, still my nipples are teased
So hard and so long now, he grunts as if pleased
And then the hands leave, am I left in this state?
Then his long and hard penis is felt at my gate

"Oh, please no . . " I stammer, but can't stop his task
So moist and so hot, "Oh, please don't cum . . " I ask
"Shut up!" his reply, then I feel him slip in
Fill me up with his hardness, a flush of my skin

And there, in this carriage, so crowded tonight
He's fucking my pussy, as my lips I bite
My tempreture's rising, I cannot hold back
As through my young body a climax does rack

He feels this and grins, "You've just cum, fucking whore!"
And pounds in me harder, so just to make sure
I sense that he's there, just about to unload
As hands grip at my waist I can feel him explode

"Oh, yes . . ", the man moans, as he fills me with seed
"Super fuck; that was great, you're a good girl, indeed!"
He withdraws, there I stand, semen drips down my legs
As the tears fill my eyes, "Stay right there, now" he begs

Looking out of the window, at the blackness so deep
Can't believe what's just happened; was I just in a sleep?
Then there's light, power's back, there's a cheer from the throng
Carriage moves, we're away, the next station's not long

As we stop, the doors open and people alight
I look round for that man, but there's no-one that's right
Just shoppers, commuters, no rapist that's clear
At least I take precautionsl, and for that fact I cheer!

I leave at my station, and head through the night
Walk back to my flat to consider my plight
As the front door slams closed, I cannot hide my haste
"You bastard, Tom!", smile, run to kiss my man's face!