Ishara's lust story - Part 1
It was a rainy day. The time was around 6 pm, and I was going home after my Advanced Level chemistry tuition class. It hadn’t rained in days, so I didn’t have an umbrella. I stayed at the class, hoping the rain would cease, but after it looked like it wouldn’t stop anytime soon, I ran all the way to the train station, which was around 200 meters from my class, not wanting to miss the train. I was wearing a light pink blouse and denim jeans, and my blouse was now fully transparent, with my white lace bra visible through it. The station was full of people waiting for their train to come. It was really uncomfortable to stand in a see-through blouse amidst the crowd. I took my now-wet, long black hair and put it to the front, hoping to cover myself. It took what seemed like forever as I waited for my train. As I waited, I noticed a guy taking looks at me, trying not to be noticed at the same time, but failing in his attempts. He, however, was familiar, and with a little thinking, I remembered that he was from my tuition class. The train seemed to be delayed, and after around 20 minutes later than usual, it arrived. When it did, it was so full that not even a wind could creep through inside. I had no interest in being crushed to death, but I had no option since this was the last train I could take to go home. It was such a war to get into the train with all the people struggling to get in at the same time. Finally, when I got in, I had nothing to hold onto, but I was also sure as hell I wouldn’t fall because the train was that full, and I was balanced between the people around me. Although it wasn’t a pleasant feeling to be sandwiched between men of all types, I was thankful that I was finally heading home. I, however, wasn’t feeling cold anymore, and my blouse was no longer wet from the rain but from my own sweat, and the sweat of those around me. After a while of sweating and uncomfortableness, I noticed that same face again. But this time, he wasn’t trying not to be noticed. In fact, he smiled, and I, of course, didn’t react. I’m Ishara from Sri Lanka. I’m 18 years old. I have tanned skin and long black hair, which drops below my waist. I’ve always been a very shy girl. Although my friends have always joked about hooking me up with good-looking guys in the class, I’ve never talked to one. And I’ve never had a boyfriend. Never has a man laid his hands on me. However, it was hard not to take looks at him from time to time to see if he was still staring at me. And when once I looked where he was, he wasn’t there. And for no reason, I felt bad for not smiling back at him. The train, however, wasn’t helping the bad day I was having. After all, it’s a train, and it kept swaying and having random breaks, which made us jump. And when this happened next, I felt someone hold my waist. I was shocked, and I turned to see none other than the guy from my class! I know that after reading so far and my self-description, you would expect me to thrust his hand away or to shout at him. But I didn’t. Or I couldn’t. I would try to defend myself, saying it was because I was too shocked to react, but if I’m being honest, I didn’t want to. It was feeling good, and also, I was letting him do it to make up for the fact that I didn’t smile back at him. Hideous, I know. As dumb as it may sound to you, I don’t regret, and you’d agree with me too when I say what happened next. He was behind me but slightly to my left. He bent in to my ear and asked me, “What’s your name, baby?” His lips were lingering on my neck, and his warm breath was warming up my whole body somehow. I was dumbstruck, and I couldn’t find the strength to say my name out. Having figured out I wouldn’t speak up, he bent again and asked me, “Do you recognize me?” And this time, I was able to slightly nod my head, and that was enough of an answer to him. Not long after that, his hand slowly dropped down. Really slow. And stopped at my butt, and he groped it! In the meantime, he had now moved behind me and was holding my waist from the left. A while later, his left hand slid down, and he was groping my ass from both his hands, and man, it was heaven. Without noticing, I’d been letting out little moans, and he leaned to my ear from the right and said, “Hush, baby girl, you don’t want these people to hear you.” I blushed, and I tried my best to keep quiet. Now that he knows I’m going to let him do whatever he pleases… Both his hands moved up to my waist… And then to my belly. He caresses me, moving his hands in circles while slowly moving up, and my heart was racing faster than a racing car. Not long after, both his hands were on my boobs. Even though I was gladly letting him take control over me, I was shocked at his courage. If you believe me or not, as I already told you, no man has ever laid hands on me. And this… Believe me… Was feeling so damn good. My nipples erected now as he kept pressing my boobs with his hands, and in a rush, he removed the top three buttons of my shirt, as if he had lost control, and for the first time, I protested, but it was enough neither to stop him nor to slow him down. He hugged my waist from his left hand, pushing me close to him; I could feel my shirt sticking to his, and I felt his warmth through the sweat, arousing me again. And his right hand slipped through my bra and grabbed my left boob, and this feeling gave me an electric shock. A shock that felt so good, and I pushed back to him, needing to be closer and closer to him. He felt that I was needing more of him, and he pressed my boob slinger, and he pinched my nipple, and got me moaning again, and he had to quiet me again.