It was another one of those unbearably moody late November days when the twilight of dawn lasted until noon, and it started getting dark again few hours later. The skyscrapers blurred with the low-hanging clouds, and the anonymous masses in their raincoats were the same colour as the wet pavement.

Tired feet in high heels quickly hurried through puddles of dirty water. Emma walked fast, not wanting to miss her train. She was cold. The slow and steady drizzle that persisted all day had now turned into heavy rain, and she was all but properly dressed for the weather.

Despite the forecast, Emma had chosen her favourite dress, the beige one that clung tight to her hips and waist and ended well above her knees. It showed off her curves perfectly but wasn't at all suitable for a cold and rainy day like this, her light jacket providing only so much extra shelter.

But in her office it was dry and warm. And she just loved to tease her boss. Bending over to pick something up, almost, just almost exposing her panties in the process. In the right angle, of course, to his office door that he always kept open, so he could hardly look away. Innocently stretching herself, arms crossed over her head, so that her big tits tried to rip the fabric.

She always felt nasty behaving that way but utterly aroused at the same time. It was as close as she came to fulfilling that one fantasy consuming her - being taken by her boss, exposed to his raw, violent masculinity, legs spread, bent over his desk or down on her knees, anyway he'd like to use her body... Unfortunately, it was likely to remain just that: A fantasy. But it was a fantasy that left her wet each time she allowed herself to indulge in it.

For that thrill, she was willing to suffer. Goosebumps covered her body when Emma walked through the windy underpass that led her to the tracks. It smelled of oil and piss, but at least she was out of the rain. She hurried up the stairs and reached the platform just in time to see the train arriving. The commuter line from Gare du Nord to Saint Denis was always crowded, but on a day like this, when no one in their right mind used their bike or scooter, it was even worse. When she saw the amount of people rushing to the entries, Emma knew her chances to catch a seat were minuscule. She sought and mentally prepared herself for standing the whole time.

Brakes creaked, the hydraulic system produced a long, tired hissing sound, and the automatic doors opened. The crowd flowed into the train like a wave of water and dispersed into several columns, moving in all directions like a conscious entity. No single person could resist its movement. Quickly the seats were all taken, and not much later, the queues of the unfortunate left standing came to a halt.

Emma could not remember this train ever being so fucking overcrowded. She hardly had room to turn herself around, trapped between a huge guy in front of her whose broad back blocked her view and a heavily perfumed woman right behind her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Forty-five dreadful minutes lay ahead of her, standing in a tightly packed train. Emma tried to ignore the smell and the noise and think about more pleasant things. Like the hot shower she'd take when she came home. She'd put on her comfy clothes, have a glass of wine, maybe Vietnamese for dinner, and definitely a date with her vibrator later at night.

"Prochain arrêt: Porte de la Chapelle."

The vacuous female voice from the speaker just announced the second stop when Emma felt it for the first time. A hand touched her naked leg. Not forcefully, but deliberately.

She froze. Of course it wasn't the first time some overly confident guy used the degree of anonymity a packed train provided to feel her up - her liberal attire provided easy access, after all. But those usually were fast, shy, clumsy encroachments on her private parts.

This was different. The anonymous perpetrator made no attempt to retreat. Instead, his hand started moving upwards, ever so slowly. After a few seconds, he stopped again, as if he was waiting for a reaction. Then he stroked the smooth, soft flesh of her inner thigh.

Emma kept her cool. This is scandalous and inappropriate, she thought, and I should turn around, slap him in the face and call him out as a pervert, like any self-respecting woman would! She tried to turn around enough to make out who did this to her, but, fortunately, the shoulders of the heavily perfumed brunette were in the way. Unfortunately, she corrected her thought, unfortunately I can't stop this harassment without causing a scene. Maybe the train even would be stopped, and we'd be massively delayed. It's horrible, but it seems as if there's nothing I can do but play along.

With that thought, a weird yet not unfamiliar wave of heat rushed through her face and body, still cold from the weather outside, and she blushed in an instant. The hand started moving again. Hidden below her short skirt by now, his hand claimed more of her, inch by inch. Fuck! Emma shuddered when his fingertips brushed over the thin fabric of her panties. This has to stop, she said to herself, what if anyone is watching? And with that thought, she felt another heat wave; in her lower body this time.

The train crossed a couple of switches, and the cab jerked sideways, forcing Emma to reposition herself. She stood with her legs further apart now. For the sole reason to gain stability, she told herself.

The stranger's hand had lost her when the train rocked. She waited, nervously, but nothing happened. It seemed as if her tormentor did let go of her. Seconds felt like minutes. A sigh escaped her. Relief or disappointment? Or both? Only now did Emma notice how fast her heart was beating and how her nipples poked against her lacy bra. It felt wrong, but she couldn't deny she was getting horny.

Slowly and carefully, she shifted her weight, took half a step backwards, and bent forward. This way, she stood a little bit closer to the hidden pervert, invitingly sticking her butt towards him.

Or her, she thought, it might as well be a woman taking advantage of me. Her brain wasn't comfortable with that fact, while her throbbing pussy obviously was. The waiting and the uncertainty were almost unbearable.

She was no longer really expecting it when suddenly, his warm hand grabbed her buttocks violently. Emma flinched and stumbled against the heavily perfumed woman, seeking the support of her shoulder to avoid slipping on the dirty floor. The woman gave her an annoyed look. "Excuse me!" She almost hissed the words, face flushed and with the voice of a woman who just got her butt cheeks squeezed by a complete stranger.

This time, his touch wasn't a cautious exploration but a ruthless conquest. He squeezed her juicy ass a couple of times so hard she had to bite her lips not to whimper. It's definitely a man, she decided in a short moment of rational thought, holding on to a pole for balance. Suddenly, the sensation of slick vaginal friction hit her like an electric shock; she let out a quiet moan and pressed her fingertips so hard they went white in an attempt to keep control of herself.
The brunette looked at her like she was a lunatic.

The stranger had thrust inside her cunt. Two strong and thick fingers parted her pussy lips, and his skin was rough, but Emma was so wet at this point that he slipped inside her without any resistance.

Knuckles-deep in, he started fucking her, slowly at first, but rapidly increasing the pace. Emma purred and tried to spread her legs even wider, giving her harasser better access. He took the invitation and added a third finger. She was way beyond the point of denying by now. She was at the mercy of a stranger who fingerfucked her pussy in a packed train, and she loved every second of it. Once she accepted her fate, she was in bliss. Exposed and abused, her pussy drooled like never before; she felt her juices running down her thighs. Probably down his forearm as well. Fortunately, the background noise from the train was enough to cover the sounds of his powerful hand smashing against her soaked pussy.

Emma closed her eyes and bit her hand to stay quiet. That was when she felt his thumb pressing against her by now naturally lubed asshole. Losing what little was left of her self-control, her legs buckled and her pussy clenched. Fuck that damn pervert, she cursed to herself. No longer did she care about the embarrassment of the scene. Her mind had surrendered to her cunt. She needed orgasmic relief, soon.

Then he stopped again. He pulled back his hand, leaving her teased asshole neglected, her pussy dreadfully empty, her puffy lips dripping and her swollen clit rubbing against her wet panties. Emma fell from the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm into the abyss of utter frustration. His touch had turned her into a needy mess. Desperate for more, she moved her hips backwards to present her ass to him even less subtly. She noticed the huge guy in front of her turning around since her head basically rested on his shoulder now. She didn't care anymore.

There were rustling noises behind her; somebody was moving in his seat. Then, there was the pressure of a tall man's body pressing against her back. Him. Emma could have sworn she even felt his erection poking against her ass. Almost melting, she heard a deep, calm voice whisper: "First I'm going to fuck your mouth, then your ass! You will follow me now!" Louder, and for everyone to hear, he added, "Excuse me, would you please let me pass? I need to use the toilets."

"Of course," she answered, raspy and short-breathed like the horny, needy wreck she had become, making place for him, as did the heavily perfumed woman. Emma still didn't look him in the face, though now she could have done so. Again, his warm breath brushed her ear, sending shivers through her body. "And don't you let me wait, or else I take your holes in opposite order!"

With that, he disappeared in the direction of the toilets. All Emma saw were broad shoulders covered by a classy shirt and the back of his head, with his full, silver-black hair. His few words had been enough to send a fresh wave of arousal through her lower body. She was so ridiculously horny now, she would have sucked him off right here and now; she would have done anything for a cock in her throat. Emma was wondering what the stranger might consider too long a wait, a wait that resulted in an even more degrading treatment for her?

I'll give him three more minutes, she decided, licking her lips and feeling her cunt juice cooling off on her thighs.