Erin turned away from the young couple and looked out the window of the train. They were just a couple of drunks with wandering eyes.
She glanced back over their should to see the man of the couple looking down at this phone. The woman, however, was no where to be seen.
"Hi."
Erin was suddenly started as the tall redhead was standing next to her. She was a bit of an imposing figure, very beautiful but also well toned and looking quite strong. She had very large breasts, even bigger than Leslie's, and was wearing a tight sweater in an effort to show them off. She leaned in drunkenly, holding onto the rail overhead to keep her balance.
"You're kinda' cute..." she slurred out.
"Um... thanks," Erin replied. She looked around the train nervously, there was no one else here, not even anyone on the platform, and the train still wasn't moving. Erin looked nervously back at the woman, who looked much less young now that she was up close. Her sweater was gray and tight, showing off her very large breasts in an impressive fashion. She wore a knee length black skirt, and her red hair was flowing down over her shoulders. Her makeup looked well-done, adding to the impression of her youth, but now that Erin could get a good look she was quite sure that she was in the 30's. The woman reached out and Erin instinctively took a step back.
"Um... what are you doing?" quizzed Erin.
"Well can't you see, honey... I'm just trying to have a little fun."
Erin's heart started beating quicker as she looked nervously around the train. The doors were closing, the train would be leaving soon and there was no where to run. "Look," Erin said, "maybe you should just go sit down with your boyfriend..."
"Oh that's my husband, dearie," the woman replied. "He and I were just... admiring... you.."
Erin started to back away but suddenly bumped into someone. Her husband had stood up and was now standing behind her. CLOSELY behind her. "Um, please, I don't want any trouble," Erin said, looking back and forth between the two people. She felt the man's hand grab her upper arms firmly from behind. He held her steady as the redhead stepped uncomfortably close. Her hand, cold and slightly calloused, stroked Erin's soft cheek. Her breath smelled of a night of heavy drinking, but if it weren't for that you could see she was an attractive woman. She leaned in and traced her tongue along Erin's cheeck... she began to stuggle but the woman's husband was just too strong, there was no way for her to get away.
"Oh, she tastes good, John..." she chuckled. John's grip tightened and he pressed himself close against her back. Erin could feel his cock pressing against his pants, straining to be released. She shivered with fear....
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