PUBLIC ARRESTMENT

1 Public Arrestment Lisa Torquay

She was sitting on the train, coming back from a business trip to a neighbouring city. High heels, an elegant dress, her laptop bag on the compartment above. Evening trip, relaxation. The train stopped in a station. The loudspeaker announced that the there had been a problem with the previous train and its passengers were boarding this one. A lot of people entered the train. A disabled person came using crutches. She offered her seat to this person and went down to lean against the window in the aisle. In the next station, double as much people were waiting for the train. It got really crowded. She was facing the window, which worked more as a mirror with the darkness outside. In the reflection, she saw him. Very tall, broad shoulders, strangely wearing sun-glasses, square jaw line, full lips, his muscular chest and arms showing under his white, business-like shirt. She got immediately alert. She looked at his fashion sun-glasses, trying to find his eyes. His face turned towards her and she burned with his hidden gaze. The train was moving now, the mass of people swinging as a dough with the speed variation. Outside, dark silhouettes of trees and bushes and the magnetic man reflecting a few paces behind her. He transpired masculinity. She sensed his eyes on her and could not stop staring back through the glass window. The train moved steadily and her imagination projected wild, sweaty scenes of them together. She was getting aroused. The railway bumped, the lights failed for a second. When they came back, he was right behind her. Her breath quickened, her body responded intensely in all ways. Their eyes met in the window for a longer instant. The mob seemed tighter. Another bump of the railway and he was closer. She felt his hands sliding on her, on the back of her thigh, up her buttock, slowly, discretely; a hot wave spreading on her womb. The lights failed again and he glued on her, pressing her against the glass. Both his hands on her silky dress, his thumb strolling on her nipple, the other hand tickling her middle. The train braked quickly, her buttocks pressed by his; he was hard as a rock, voluminous. She couldnt help gasping. She wanted to touch him, to turn around and have him. But this was shameful enough as it was. The lights failed just another moment. His arms grabbed her by her waist, his volume encased between her buttocks, his mouth sucking the

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curve of her neck. She was burning now, hungry for relief. Lights back, she was released suddenly. His hands went on though; harder on her middle, fully on her breast, still slowly, discretely. She arched to feel more of him. The lights off, her hand managed to reach his trousers, go into them, to the very skin. Gosh! He was enormous, hard, throbbing, and as wet. Lights on, end of exploring. The train went into a tunnel, the reflection clearer on the glass, accomplice eyes meeting. Lights off, for how long now? He pulled her dress up, tore her panties and invaded her. How glorious it felt. He trusted deep, his finger sinking in her middle, his mouth on her nape. Deeper, quicker. He gasped in her ear. She felt the spasms cutting through her. He trusted the deepest, grabbed her tighter and froze. He was breathless in her ears and she felt the warm humidity flowing in her.

Lisa Torcato 19.03.2008

3 Public Arrestment Lisa Torquay