Discovery on a Train

Author's Note: All characters are over the age of 18. This is a story of a lesbian discovering her bisexuality at the hands of a skillful male molester on a train. If this theme bothers you, I advise you not to continue reading.

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I always enjoyed late-night train rides after a long day at work. I had been riding on the subway for many years now without incident. I used the time to read a book, check email, listen to podcasts, or just zone out to music while relaxing in one of the seats. The world didn't seem to matter during those moments.

It was when my schedule at work alternated that everything changed. Overnight shifts were cut due to the lack of customer base overseas needing support during the early morning hours. I wasn't looking forward to riding the subway during rush hour, but I had no other choice, as the hectic 9-5 schedule was the earliest one I could get.

My girlfriend Jessica was unhappy at first but worked in a hospital, so she switched to 5 am - 5 pm so she could be getting home at the same time I was. I had known I was a lesbian since I was five years old and had never been attracted to a single man in my life. I gathered now that I was 25 years old that wasn't going to change any time soon, but circumstances decided differently.

I was aware of the effect that I have on the opposite sex, as I had been hit on by several men over the years that had no idea of my sexual preference whatsoever. I always just laughed it off and never thought anything of it, sometimes even innocently flirting back just to be a tease. My girlfriend and I had a pretty active social life, and many mutual friends.

I wasn't unattractive by any means, I had a girl next door kind of look that most men and women found adorable and charming. Long brunette hair, emerald green eyes, and a bright, energetic smile that was said to light up a room. My figure was thin but curvy and I was shorter than most women at 5'4. Some thought I was just the right height, whereas others teased me for being little, which I didn't mind.

My first few afternoons riding the train went as normal without a problem. I felt like as every day came and went the carriages would become more and more packed with people. I was scrambling to get on the train quick enough to grab a seat but often found myself having to stand up between people or pressed tight against one of the poles. I had heard stories of women having less than fortunate situations unexpectedly if they did not find a good spot.

One particular afternoon I was running later than usual. Much to my dismay, I got on the train and had to stand and grip a pole toward the very back, nearly pressed against the door that led to the other carriages. It was packed tight with hardly any room to move.

My outfit that day consisted of a short skirt and a bright green blouse unbuttoned in the front that showed off my small breasts. I had not been very gifted in that department, but my girlfriend never complained about it, and neither did anyone that I flaunted them for. There was a time when I was younger where I was self-conscious about cleavage, but that ship had now sailed.

When there was a sudden jerk I felt a large hand on my left ass cheek over my skirt. Once the ride became smooth again I expected the hand to go away but it did not. Instead, it began to rub and give a tentative squeeze to gauge a reaction.

I was a bit shocked by this behavior, as I had been riding in this subway nearly every day of my life for years and never had anything like this happen. Instead of shrugging the hand away, I stayed still, my hands clutching the pole in front of me so hard that my knuckles had turned white. I didn't know what to do in this situation. I rationed I was fine with it so long as it didn't get worse. We were so close to each other maybe it was accidental?

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as a few moments later the hand grew bolder and began to squeeze and knead my ass cheek. Surely people were paying attention by now? But a glance from left to right showed men and women on their phones, staring straight ahead, or not paying attention t what was going on in general. That wasn't shocking to me at all. Every woman or man for themselves, I guess.

The hand moved between my ass cheeks and I felt long, thick fingers circling my puckered star. Thank God I was wearing panties, otherwise, I would be completely mortified at this point, though they were still thankfully touching me through my skirt. I tried to shift my ass away but my large purse against the pole prevented me from closing my legs very far to protect my most sensitive parts. I had nowhere to move!

At that point, I had to see who was doing this, male or female. I looked over my shoulder and saw a tall handsome man a few years older than I in appearance in a black suit and tie. He had shaggy brown hair and a strong jawline covered with a moderate amount of facial hair. His eyes were striking and hazel, staring up at the ceiling of the train to look inconspicuous as to what he was doing to me. He wasn't ugly but I wasn't going to say he was sexy either.

Things only went downhill from there. His free hand came around to my chest and began to grope and fondle my tit over my blouse. Fuck! Despite being bitty, my breasts were my ultimate weakness during sex. I loved to have them played with like this.

I bit my lip as his skillful fingers pinched and pulled my sensitive nipple. It became erect instantly through the cloth that separated it, much to his delight. I felt an unwilling spark of arousal between my legs as his hand abandoned my ass to cup my other firm globe to tug and pull on both of my nipples in synchronization now.

He somehow sensed he had hit the jackpot from my body's reactions. Sparks were flying straight to my pussy every time he manipulated my nips, and I knew I was starting to gather some moisture down there. He began to mercilessly pinch and jerk them, giving the two firm squeezes in between several harsh tugs.

I hated it, but I was responding and growing wetter by the minute. I was sure to my horror that I let out a few scandalous sounding moans as well every time he twisted them a certain way. The last thing I wanted was to be molested by some creep on a train. The fact that he was a man made it that much more embarrassing, as I had never been aroused by anyone of the opposite sex.

I had closed my eyes and zoned out to the pleasure when I felt him making quick work of unbuttoning my blouse. I bet he was delighted that I wasn't wearing a bra. His large hands soon enveloped my naked chest. The feel of his warm hands on my bare bosom made the feelings even more intense. He was soon repeating his previous actions, only now I felt it on a more satisfying level without clothes in the way.

I had to chew on my lip not to let out slutty moans as those big fingers manipulated the most private parts of my body with expert precision. At that moment I had no idea how to react or what to do except to go along for the ride. I couldn't believe that no one had noticed what he was doing to me yet. Or if they did, why were they not saying anything?

He finally stopped playing with my responsive titties and at that point, I was breathing hard, and I felt my head spinning as I wondered if he was going to have the audacity to continue. My hands were shaking as I quickly rebuttoned my blouse to cover up my previously exposed flesh out of pure shame, knowing full well that my cheeks and skin were flushed red with my sinful titillation.

My stop was still fifteen minutes away. How the fuck was I supposed to endure this stimulation from this monster of a man for that long? Even though I was disgusted with myself for my body's traitorous reactions, I couldn't help but wonder how far this guy was going to push me. Why was he doing this to me? Why didn't he pick someone else? What was it about me that made him choose me? There were several attractive women on board, not that I wanted this to happen to them whatsoever.

A minute or two went by and I thought the ordeal was over. I was wrong. It seemed he was giving me time to recover and get over the shock of what had just transpired, as I soon felt his massive hands cupping my whole ass over my panties underneath my skirt this time. He gave me a few firm gropes before he wasn't happy enough touching me over the cloth that separated his final destination. I gasped as I felt him swiftly pulling the crotch of my underwear aside. Oh, shit.

I bit my lip to stifle a wail as his bulky fingers began to play with my wet slit slowly and teasingly. I rested my cheek against the cold metal of the pole in front of me as his thumb stroked my clit in leisurely circles that were sending pleasurable sensations to all of my nerve endings. He did this for a few torturous minutes until my pussy treacherously became thoroughly lubricated from his experienced actions.

I had never expected to be touched so intimately in public like this. The man wasn't hurting me in any way. As much as I wanted to hate him for it, I couldn't deny he was good at what he was doing. My skin had broken out into a sweat and I couldn't make up my mind as to what I wanted to do. My cunt and my head were conflicting with one another. A part of me wanted to put a stop to it whereas the other did not. It left me between a rock and a hard place. No male had given me this pleasure and I would never under any normal circumstances let him. He was taking advantage of me but I was somehow loving it.

My eyes widened with shock as I felt not one, but two of his long fingers enter my drenched pussy from behind. I was so soaked for him so it felt fucking delicious. His digits were much longer and fatter than I was used to. Jessica's fingers were short and dainty, so this was like he had shoved one of the dildos she used on me into me. But I knew that wasn't the case, as I could feel his rugged skin rubbing along my sacred walls, curling to caress all the right spots. Fuck me! He wasted no time knowing how wound up he had made me and started to finger fuck me hard. It felt phenomenal, in some way similar but another way, unlike anything I had experienced in the past with previous lovers.

Before I became aware, I was arching my back to give this total stranger of a man a better angle so that he could access my cunt easier. I had tried to resist him. I wanted to straighten myself and get away, but I was helplessly trapped in this situation with nowhere to go. So why not take advantage of it? I didn't care that he was a man, he was making me feel fucking incredible.

Could this get any worse? I was completely humiliated but soaking in that humiliation. This young brute had taken the molestation to a whole another level and I was just letting him fucking do it. His skillful fingers seemed to know all the right spots to stroke and rub inside of me, and I couldn't help but find myself spreading my legs to allow him more admittance to drive those fantastic digits even deeper into me. I wanted him to wreck me. I wanted him to claim me. I wanted him to keep fingering me! I was rapidly climbing to an orgasm I had no control over from the way he was so masterfully manipulating my tight little pussy far better than anyone had beforehand.

Just as I was getting there he suddenly withdrew from my sopping gash. I could have cried from the loss of feeling so full, but instead felt a rush of panic my panties were pulled down to fully expose me. I tried to turn around to stop him from doing it but the movements were so sudden that his strong hands quickly returned to my hips to hold me firmly in place. I was no match for the dominant display of brute force so all I could do was stay put and bow my head in surrender. There was a silent understanding between us that I was his at this moment in time and I would let him do whatever he wanted.

Now that my underwear was no longer in the way, his fingers had no restrictions as to what they could do. I felt his thumb sensually stroking over my clit again, driving me crazy with sexual bliss. How the hell could I feel so much ecstasy from this? He was a man! I would never let a disgusting filthy male touch me like this. But yet here I was, meeting the vigorous thrusts of his lithe digits as they plowed into me from behind.

Was I nothing more than a common whore? I didn't care. My mind was now in an erotic foggy haze as I gave in to him, resigning to my fate to permit him to do anything he desired to me. I just wanted him to make me cum. I was right on the edge when he so rudely stopped to yank my panties past my knees down to my ankles. How he did it so suddenly and without being noticed was beyond me. How all of this was going unnoticed was either a blessing or a curse. I wasn't sure which yet. He stood at least a foot taller than me so my guess was his arms were so long that he made it look like he was just stretching instead of being a debaucherous fiend to the poor woman pressed tightly against the pole in front of him.

I felt his hot breath on my ear as his thumb rolled over my nub. "You're such a hot little slut."

Something about his voice and his choice of words set me off. I don't know what it was, but the way he said it just made me fucking gush for him. I was submissive in bed, always letting Jessica take the lead. Was that why? Did I love being dominated like this against my will? Either way, I shivered and arched my ass back toward him enticingly, wanting nothing more than him to shove his wonderful fingers back into me. I gathered that I would even let him put something else in me had that been what he wanted to do.

I had to suppress a loud moan as I felt his mouth seductively kissing my earlobe, followed by his tongue tracing over the susceptible skin. His lips felt so different from a woman's, they were rough just like his flesh, and his wiry facial hair was tickling and prickling me in the best of ways, a sensation that was new to me but shockingly not displeasing.

I let out a low mewl of bliss as his fingers finally re-entered my wet sex after what felt like an eternity but in reality, was only a minute. My hole eagerly spread open to accommodate his thick, meaty digits as they began to pump in and out rapidly with powerful precision. Oh, God. He was so fucking good that I found myself immodestly spreading my legs for him wide as they could go knowing I wasn't going to last long at all. He was going to make me have my first cum at the hands of a man. I didn't know whether to be in awe or feel disturbed. He probably had no idea that he was sexually assaulting a gay woman.

When his thumb resumed circling my clit, I lost all control of my body. The combination of that with his fingers hammering into me was what sent me over the edge into complete sexual rapture. I couldn't believe I got such immense gratification from a man's skilled ministrations. My release was fierce and it came at me like a freight train.

My juices unabashedly coated his continuously ramming fingers as they drove in and out of me furiously to prolong my joyous peak. My whole body was trembling like a leaf as I came harder than I ever had in my entire life. Maybe it was the taboo fact that I wasn't supposed to from a gender I had never shown any attraction to precedently that spurred me on. It was like tasting forbidden fruit for the very first time. It was a taste you will never forget and could easily become addicted to if you were not careful.

When I came down from my colossal high it was just in time for my stop which was now just a few minutes away. He had pulled my panties up and straightened my clothing like a true gentleman. I could feel the heat of his body behind me as I forced myself to calm down and come to my senses. I knew my panties were ruined because I was so drenched with womanly ejaculate that I was going to have to do something about it once I got off when my stop arrived.

I hurried off the train without so much as a glance back at the enigmatic man that had just changed me forever. I wasn't sure if he was getting off when I was or not but I didn't care to know. I was hyper-focused on finding the ladies' bathroom so I could clean myself up and make it home in time without Jessica becoming suspicious that something was wrong.

I shut the stall door and grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped my smeared juices between my legs off of me. I was saturated so it took a few passes before I was fully cleaned up. I put my panties back on and washed my hands dutifully before hurrying home to our apartment just down the road.

I could only wonder if I was going to have the same experience twice. Was I going to see my dexterous molester again? Did I want to? What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I even thinking about him now? I knew I should just bleach the memory from my brain and move on with my life. Had I just cheated on my girlfriend? Could that be considered that way? All the emotions I was feeling were so conflicting.

That night after dinner and a movie, I lay in our bed thinking about the encounter. Jessica had passed out a half hour ago and I could tell by her breathing she was fast asleep. It had been hours since the encounter and I hadn't been able to slow down until now, which left me time to process what the fuck had happened.

I remembered the way his hands had so methodically pleasured me better than any of my former lovers ever had and hell even my current one! I felt the familiar tingling in my pussy as I couldn't help but get stimulated by my dirty thoughts. Was it the situation that made me enjoy it so much, or was it the baffling man behind the actions? He had taken a risk doing that to me. He had chosen me for a reason.

I decided that I didn't care. It had happened and I was a tough girl. I didn't want to talk about it with Jessica or anyone else. I wanted it to be my dirty little secret. I couldn't help but think of the way his huge fingers had filled and fucked me to completion in front of a crowd of people on a jam-packed train. I soon found myself masturbating to the memory. My orgasm was swift and delightful, and I drifted off into an uninterrupted sleep shortly after.

I remember thinking before I fell unconscious that I hoped the exotic stranger would find me again because deep in the dark recesses of my mind I knew I was his from that point forward. One more encounter with the mystery man and I would be helplessly hooked by him like a druggie needing her fix.

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It didn't come as a shock to me that he found me again the next day. I felt his mammoth hands groping my ass and aggressively lifting my skirt. This time he wasted no time and got my panties down to my ankles before I could even blink. Without a second thought, I spread my legs to encourage him to please me. I knew it was him. And I knew this was going to become a routine thing.

I was already wet for him as his giant fingers slipped into me with ease. "Ohhh yes," I moaned out, mostly to myself, but just loud enough for him to hear.

He leaned forward and kissed my ear. "You're so fucking wet. You love this, don't you? Tell me," he murmured, letting out a low and sexy growl to establish dominance.

"God, yes. Fuck me, fill me with your big fingers! You feel so good," I whispered, my breathing becoming labored as my arousal grew at a furious rate. He was doing me so good I was going to come undone even more quickly this time around.

"Who's pussy is this?" He asked, his fingers purposefully slowing down to leave me hanging on the edge.

Oh, god. Did I really have to say it? It was so naughty. My pussy belonged to my girlfriend.

My hesitation had him landing a firm smack of discipline on my firm ass that made me jump.

"Who's pussy is this?!" He repeated, with a harsher tone this time.

I caved instantly, partly knowing that if he kept smacking me it would draw attention to us that we didn't want. "Yours! My pussy is yours!"