Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 1

... in the way, and then I notice her breath. It's not... bad, but it's not sweet like the rest of her, it snaps me back to reality a bit. A flaw, if slight. "So you're not perfect." I see her again for the bitch she is. The calm moment is over. Anger again.

"Come here." And I stand, grab a handful of bird's nest hair again, a grip that would hurt if she was awake, yanking her head up with no remorse with my right hand, slapping her in the face with the other. Maybe too hard. Nah nothing damaging. I slap again, again, her mask flies off. The rest of her face revealed, and god damn she's unfairly hot, like some wannabe Kardashian Instagram chick or something. Her lips plump and glossy, maybe some slight freckles on her stupid makeupped face, a perfect sort of Italian type girl, skin the right sort of fairness for my taste, but a bit of that rich olive, darker complexion.

I slap again harder, a girl that's never had hardship, never been hit, no one could dream of harming her. It's surreal, imagine doing this normally. She'd be screaming and bitching, everyone around running wild. It could never happen. I slap again harder. Her cheek red, a slight trickle of blood from her nose.

Still holding up her head with my right hand, I move out toward the aisle, casually pulling her entire body behind me with all my strength, only by her hair. I feel a bit rip in my hand, but she moves, limp, falling violently from her chair. Blankets uncovered a bit, I whip them the rest of the way ...

... off and leave them behind. I have to grab her chin with my left hand to get her to keep dragging, but by head and hair alone, I manage to drag her roughly out into the aisle, toward the open space for baggage. I throw some bags out of the way more and let her head clunk down on the floor. She's facedown, head cocked sideways awkwardly, laying on her cheek.

I stop to admire. She's wearing a thin but warm, expensive white knit sweater, covering her modestly, but tight to her form in a classy, sexy way. Tight fitting dark gray sweatpants, "joggers" I guess, not quite yoga pants, but still tight and thin and slightly up her asscrack, on purpose of course. Perfect clean cute little blue socks, toes awkwardly pointing at each other from being dragged. It's like what a rich person wears when they’re roughing it.

I glance back at those little socks, for some reason it makes me think hey this is someone's daughter. Some rich assholes that gave her everything. Maybe making her take this train for the holidays, like it'll be good for her to travel like normal people for once. A perfect little life at others expense, untouchable. Little do they know..

I kneel down. Where to begin, so many options. But I have time. No rush, I can go as many rounds as I want.

I go straight in like I own it, and feel her ass, no need to ask, no need to lead up to it. Goddamn it's too good. Soft, squishy, slightly bigger than a girl this thin should have. She's kinda tall, I notice. Maybe more my ...