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Train Games
by Maussie (mighty_maussie@hotmail.com)

***

I step into the overcrowded compartment of the train. I 
really have to look for a seat. Finally I spot an empty 
one, next to some blond girl. I quickly walk up to her, 
because others have seen the seat as well, and ask her 
if I can sit there. She's dressed in a skirt and blouse. 
She smiles and takes her bag off the seat. We start to 
talk a bit, and then I place my hand on her thigh. She 
looks at me nervously, smiles, but does nothing to stop 
me. Then I move my hand towards her crotch, and the game 
begins. (MF, nc, mast, public)

***

Saturday, twenty minutes to six in the afternoon. 
Finally the train pulled up at Wolvega train station. I 
had been waiting for a good twenty minutes already for 
that damned thing to arrive, eager to get on it to get 
back home. I had been visiting my family and it had been 
a long day already. 

It was one of those big yellow and blue intercity 
trains, nicknamed 'Front Runner' and I could tell while 
still standing on the platform, that it was crowded 
inside. The doors opened and some people got off. I 
stepped on to the train and into the compartment, and 
immediately saw that it was overcrowded already. Great, 
I though, another ride on a train where I get to stand 
for an hour.

Suddenly, I spotted an empty seat. Unbelievable, how 
come it had not been taken already, there were plenty of 
others standing in the corridor who were there before 
me. Then I noticed that someone else has seen the empty 
spot as well, and I quickly move towards the row. On the 
seat next to it, at the window, there was a girl sitting 
already, she was reading a book and had placed her bags 
on the empty seat, probably to prevent people from 
sitting there.

"Hi," I said to the girl, as friendly as I could, "can I 
sit here?" The girl looked up and smiled at me. She said 
nothing but removed her bags from the seat, and placed 
them on the floor in front of her, allowing me to take 
place there. I took off my coat and sat myself down next 
to the girl. 

I quickly checked her out a bit. She seemed about 
eighteen years old, about 170 centimeters tall and had a 
slender figure. She had long wavy blond hair, really 
blond that is, and blue eyes. She was dressed in a 
white, short sleeved blouse that outlined the shape of 
her reasonably large breasts well, and a grey and red 
checkered skirt, that revealed much of her legs. She 
wore blue sneakers and in her ears she had large silver 
ring-shaped earrings. Several bracelets decorated her 
wrists. All in all a real sexy sight. 

As the train started to move again, the girl noticed I 
was checking her out, and got a bit nervous, so I 
decided to break the ice a bit by starting some small 
talk. "You've been shopping?" I asked.

"Yeah, in Zwolle, together with my sister who lives 
there." the girl replied.

"That's nice, Zwolle is a nice town to go shopping. So 
where are you going now?" I continued to ask the girl.

"Back home," she said.

"And where is home?" I asked again.

The girl glanced at me for a second, wondering why I 
wanted to know all this, but then replied: "Jirnsum. So 
where are you going?"

"Back home as well, I've been visiting my family today," 
I replied, happy that girl seemed to calm down a bit. In 
the mean time I thought, Jirnsum, that gave me little 
over half an hour to play with her for a bit.

"And where do you live?" she asked me next.

"Ljouwert." I replied, while I carefully placed my left 
hand on her right thigh, "So what's your name?"

"Ilse..." the girl said, and then looked at me with 
pleading eyes, "Please..."

"Ilse, that's a nice name. I'm Mark." I said, while I 
gently started to rub her thigh, not listening to her 
plea. Her leg felt nice and soft. 

The girl gasped and gave me a nervous little smile over 
the compliment, but also flinched slightly over the 
sudden invasion of her body by my hand. "So are you 
still in school, Ilse?" I ask her, while I continued to 
rub her leg, slowly but surely moving my hand closer to 
her crotch, which she noticed.

"Yeah... I'm in my first year of college." Ilse replied, 
who now continuously glanced at me. Her eyes showed a 
mixture of emotions, ranging from fear to anxiety to 
pleasure. She had put her book away and kept her arms 
alongside her body. Then she squeezed her legs together 
a bit in an attempt to block me from reaching her 
crotch.

"College, that's cool, so what are you studying for?" I 
ask her, while my fingers slid underneath her skirt and 
reached the fabric of her panties.

"I want to be a schoolteacher at an elementary school." 
Ilse replied. She still didn't move, even though she 
could feel my fingers probing her pubic region now. I 
could tell she had a nicely shaped tuft of hair above 
her slit. "Ah, so you're at the PABO, that's good. Do 
you have a boyfriend, Ilse?" I asked her now.

Again she glanced at me, wondering what on earth I was 
doing to her, and then reluctantly replied: "Nooo..." It 
sounded more like a whine, a plea for me to stop 
molesting her, something I obviously wasn't going to do.

I looked at the girl. "No boyfriend?" I asked her 
surprised, while I moved my hand underneath the fabric 
of her panties now, allowing me to really feel her soft 
curly pubic hair "A pretty girl like you, with no 
boyfriend? I find that hard to believe. Ilse."

"I just haven't met the right one yet." Ilse replied 
while she started to giggle a bit from nervousness over 
what I was doing to her.

"Oh well..." I told her, happy that this girl was 
probably still a virgin, "You're still young, you have 
plenty of time for all that."

Next the girl turned her head and glanced out of the 
window for a bit, probably trying to forget, or at least 
not think about what I was doing to her. But she 
couldn't remain sitting still, her entire body trembled, 
nervous as she was over this public violation of her 
body. How come no-one saw what I was doing to her, that 
she was being sexually assaulted by a thirty-six year 
old man, she must have wondered, there were plenty of 
people on the train who could see it happening.

Of course, all she had to do was call out loud to me to 
quit molesting her, and then she would have had the full 
attention of everyone on the train. But for some reason, 
she didn't. Perhaps the embarrassment would be too much 
for her as well, and she just didn't want anyone to know 
what was going on here, between us.

Finally I managed to push my fingers between her thighs, 
which she still had squeezed together. Now I could feel 
the slit of her pussy, and started sliding my middle 
finger along it. This instantly got her attention again, 
and she turned her head to me and looked at me with the 
most helpless pleading eyes imaginable. Again she 
giggled and smiled nervously, and flinched at the touch 
of her pussy by my fingers. Unintentionally the 
flinching movement caused he to open her legs for me, 
something I immediately took advantage of by letting my 
hand slide further between her legs, almost completely 
cupping her entire pussy by now.

Ilse's lower lip started to tremble. "Please..." she 
pleaded again with a real helpless look in her eyes, but 
she knew I wasn't going to stop. Not now that I had full 
access to her pussy. And besides, part of her didn't 
even want me to stop anymore, as she could start feeling 
herself getting turned on by the gentle molestation I 
put her through. Then she placed her hands on my lower 
arm. 

This was it, I thought, she was going to pull my hand 
away, something I would allow her to do without making a 
fuss about it. I had told myself from the beginning that 
is she really didn't want me to continue, if she would 
start to cry or fight or scream for help, that I would 
stop. But she did nothing! She did not remove my hand 
from her crotch, instead, all she did was let her hands 
rest on my lower arm and smile defeated at me. Was this 
her final surrender to me?

"You know you are very beautiful." I said to appease her 
mind a bit, while I let my fingers slide along her 
labia.

"Thank you..." she replied hesitantly to the compliment 
and even started to blush a little. 

I found the entrance of her vagina and quickly inserted 
my middle finger into the tunnel. The moment Ilse felt 
this, she really had to flinch and started to giggle 
again, nervously, while she timidly looked around to see 
if anyone was noticing this. She didn't really want to 
be caught by a large crowd in such a compromising 
situation as she was in right now.

Then my thumb discovered Ilse's clitoris, and I started 
to work on this, tickling the little thing with my 
thumb, while I kept my middle finger swarming in the 
shaft of her vagina. This just about drove the girl nuts 
from excitement. She giggled out loud now, couldn't sit 
still anymore and squirmed her abdomen about. And then, 
unwillingly, she let out a moan, loud enough for the 
people in front of us and behind us to hear.

"Hhnnnnnn...!" It suddenly sounded through the railcar, 
and the girl's face turned red from embarrassment. It 
almost looked like an orgasm already. Several people 
stared in her direction, wondering what was going on 
there with her, but they couldn't see anything out of 
the ordinary. Again she looked at me with a glance that 
seemed to say 'please stop', but she said nothing. All 
she could do was smile at me, mildly content now.

Ilse started to get wet between her legs now, and I 
could tell by the way she now constantly gasped and 
moaned, that she was getting turned on by my treatment 
of her pussy. Then the train slowed down, we were 
entering Hearenfean, a thirty thousand people commuter 
town, where many people would get off the train, and 
quite a few on it as well. 

Ilse looked at me, wondering if I would quit working 
her, but much to her dismay, I didn't move my hand from 
her crotch. Then the train stopped and Ilse quickly 
grabbed her coat and laid it across her lap, hiding her 
crotch and my hand from view. Then she placed her right 
hand on my left upper arm. She definitely did not want 
the other passengers to see what was going on here. In 
the mean time, I kept on thrusting my middle finger in 
and out of the girl's vagina, and Ilse tried to pretend 
as if nothing was wrong, while she quietly gazed at all 
the passengers that passed us through the corridor, on 
their way out of the train.

When the great passenger exchange at Hearenfean station 
was over, and the doors had closed again, the train 
started moving again, towards its next stop, the village 
of Akkrum. The train passed through residential areas 
and a large business park, until it left Hearenfean 
behind. Ilse put her coat back on the hook, allowing 
herself a full view of what I was doing to her, when 
suddenly, the conductor showed up in the train 
compartment. Thankfully he was all the way at the other 
end, but still, he was the one person that should 
definitely not see me doing this, as he had the 
authority to arrest me for sexually assaulting Ilse. 

I could hear Ilse let out a sigh from relief when she 
saw the man who could well be her savior. I continued to 
work Ilse's pussy for as long as I could. But then, as 
the man was only a meter away, I pulled my hand out of 
the girl's panties and pretended nothing was going on. 
Ilse now suddenly realized that all the evidence of me 
molesting her was gone, and there was no way for her to 
prove what I had done to her. So when the conductor 
showed up at our row, all she did was look at him with a 
nervous smile, and gave him her ticket. I did the same. 

The man could see that Ilse was nervous and sweaty, but 
he didn't think anything of it. With us sitting next to 
each other, and her still holding my left arm, he 
probably assumed that we belonged together, and so he 
moved on. As soon as the man was gone, Ilse looked at me 
and bit her lower lip. Then she moved her head close to 
mine and whispered in my ear with a hoarsely voice: 
"Finish it, please... I'm so hot, I really need it 
now..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. First she begged 
me to stop, and now she begged me to go on, and to make 
her come. I looked at her, smiled, and then brought my 
hand back to her crotch. This time she eagerly opened 
her legs for me, allowing me access again to her most 
private parts.

I put my hand back inside her panties, and inserted my 
middle finger back in her pussy. Then, without warning, 
she pulled her legs back together again, squeezing them 
tight, trapping my hand between them. Then she placed 
her hands back on my left arm again, gently rubbing it 
this time. I looked at the girl as if to ask her if she 
had decided to change the rules of the game, and her 
naughtily smile and horny look in her eyes told me that 
she had indeed done just this. 

Okay, I thought, I can live with that, and continued 
working the girl again, who had closed her eyes and 
openly enjoyed now what I was doing. She even placed her 
right hand on my lap and could clearly feel the boner in 
my pants. She squeezed my dick a bit through the fabric 
of my jeans, but never really got to play with it, 
sadly.

Unfortunately, Akkrum showed up all too quickly already. 
Once again, the train stopped, and people got off. This 
time Ilse didn't bother about placing the coat over her 
lap, and several people passing us saw my hand at her 
crotch. No-one dared to say anything however, as they 
could see that the girl was clearly enjoying it.

The train pulled up from Akkrum station again, and I 
realized that I had only little time left, so I started 
working Ilse's pussy even harder, because I absolutely 
wanted to make her come before she had to exit the 
train. Unfortunately Akkrum and Grou-Jirnsum, where she 
had to get off, were only about five kilometers apart 
from each other, so I really had to hurry. Thankfully 
she was as hot as hell by now and could come at any 
minute. I started to focus on her clit, constantly 
rubbing and pinching it, stimulating the flesh to get 
aroused. That would be the easiest way for me to achieve 
my goal.

The girl was now letting out a constant flow of muffled 
moans and sighs, while breathing heavily and trembling 
all over her body. She moved her right hand underneath 
her blouse towards her breasts, squeezing them and 
rubbing her nipples, making them hard. She really did 
her best to keep things as quiet as possible so not to 
attract too much attention to her and to what I was 
doing to her. Part of her still wasn't fully comfortable 
with what I was doing with her, and wanted to end it, 
but an ever growing part of her wanted me to go on to 
the end. I could feel her getting really wet now.

Then, about a kilometer before the train had to stop and 
Ilse had to get off, the train slowed down and she came. 
And she came hard. "Woooaaahhhh!" it echoed through the 
open compartment, and just about everyone of the about 
forty passengers still on the railcar, looked in our 
direction. "Ohhh... Ahhh... Oh wow... Oh my god... That 
feels good..." Ilse panted, while she tried to recover 
from her orgasm, and I kept my hand at her crotch for a 
bit longer. Then the platform of the Grou-Jirnsum 
station came up, and Ilse looked at me. 

"I have to get off the train here." she said with a 
slightly sad voice.

"Yeah I know... Pity... I wouldn't mind playing a bit 
more with you," I replied.

The blond girl moved her head close to mine and gave me 
a passionate kiss on my cheek, while holding my other 
cheek with the palm of her hand. "Thank you," she said 
joyfully, "Can I have your phone number?"

"Sure," I said to the blond girl and pulled my hand out 
of her panties.

Ilse took her cell phone, and I gave her my number. 
Then, as the train almost came to a full stop, she 
grabbed he bags and coat and got up. She smiled at me 
when she passed in front of me to get to the corridor, 
but was no longer nervous. When she was halfway to the 
exit, she turned her head and looked at me one last 
time. "Bye now, and thanks again," she said, while many 
people gazed at the girl. 

The girl had a very satisfied and overly spent look on 
her face, for everyone to see. Then the train stopped. 
Ilse waved at me, and got off the train. I still had ten 
more kilometers to go, and as the train pulled up again, 
one minute later, I glanced out of the window to see if 
I could see the girl. I did, she was walking towards the 
bicycle shed. She still looked very content.

Two days later, late in the afternoon, I received a 
phone call. It was Ilse, she had just finished school 
for today, and asked me if I felt like meeting her in 
town for a drink in a pub. I could not possibly refuse 
this to the girl.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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