Was it you ? I couldn't be sure so I picked up my bags and followed forward to front carriages. I see you dart into the loo's and so I made a dash, slipping in thorough the small gap before the sliding doors are shut and locked.
Before you realise what has happened, I grab your mouth from behind and hold tight. You struggle a lot. Should I keep up the secret and reveal my identity or continue the role play in hope that you soon begin to enjoy it or shall I stop in fear that you might freak out ?
With my free hand I pull on your belt and rip at your jeans. Your knickers come down with the jeans and restrict your movement just below the knees.
I hold you tighter now and your arms are flailing and lashing out in a vain attempt to strike me, the assailant, still un aware of who it is. I unzip my trousers and force myself inside you. To my complete surprise you're wet and I slip inside with ease.
This time I go straight in and pump fast and deep. I am fucking you in the true sense of the word. Your arse is raised, you stand on tip toes, you screams are muffled by my hand but I can sense the feeling of pure excitement. I turn your head so that you are now looking back at me.
The muffled screaming turns into moans of ecstasy as I pull on your hair and bend you forward, your back arching and you feet standing higher on your toes. We both know it will be over in a flash.
Your face is now against the mirror, steamed up from the panting breath. With one look forward into the mirror and into my eyes you say the words "Fuck Me, Please Fuck Me" and without delay I release myself inside you…………..
Panting like a dog I try hard to regain myself. I pull myself away and stand back to admire what `I have done to you. I see the love we have made running down your leg and into your jeans. I see your desheveled hair in the mirror and your satisfied eyes thanking me for the punishment.
I pull up my trousers and leave, closing the door behind me.