Wickedness on the Wickford Line

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Wickedness on the Wickford Line
Wickedness on the Wickford Line
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Year: 2016
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9781370195138
A married couple catches a train out of London, and he watches as his wife gets sexually molested by strangers.
Misty Chikan
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Cara and John finish dinner around seven. She talks nonstop about everything from the weather to politics.  A friend gave him an invitation to a party being held in the outer suburbs of London, an area he’s not familiar with, and apparently, many celebrities are attending.

“Hey, honey, let’s go this way.” John said, as they left the restaurant toward the train station.

Cara hooks her arm in his, and looks at him with a smile, feeling tipsy from the alcohol she consumed in the past few hours.  She leans into him occasionally as she loses balance while they walk.  John has to put his arm around her to keep her steady, her head is resting nicely on his chest.  She’s happy and chats to him without a care in the world, not even complaining when John leads her to a platform to wait for the train.

Eventually, she asks, “Where’s this party again?”

“Ilford, honey,” he said, trying to reassure her.

Ilford?  That’s past Stratford, isn’t it?”

He shrugs.  “Yeah.”

“That’s gonna be a long trip on a crowded train, are you sure?”

“I know how much you love the train,” he said with an insolent grin.

“I do,” Cara said, suddenly breaking into a smile.

The train arrives, and they step aboard a carriage moving through the train trying to find some empty seats.

“Shit, it’s crowded,” John said, walking in front.  “I wonder whether there’s any empty seats in the next carriage?”

They just pass one of the doors as the train pulls into the next station, a couple people get off and John is lucky enough to get a seat. When John looks around for Cara, John can see she’s been pushed back by the crowd of people who just got on.  There must’ve been some kind of football game on in the suburbs, because they’re all dressed in blue as they cram into their carriage.  Cara is about five people back from him standing at the side of the seats near the door.  Though John is only ten feet away from her, she hasn’t seen him yet.  It feels as if they’re in a can of sardines, as John waits for the crowd to move a little.  In the end, John thought he’ll wait until the next stop before he tries to rescue her from the men that surround her.  John also didn’t want to be that annoying passenger on the train who yells at people.

An announcement came over the PA; “Service from London to Wickford.  Next Stop, Whitechapel.”

We’re gonna be on the train for at least another fifty minutes, which should still get us there by eleven, John thought.  Hopefully the party will be in full swing by then.

When he looks over at Cara again, he can see these two-old guys in the seat she’s standing next to.  Both are looking out the corner of their eyes at his wife’s curvy body.  Her left handholds the loop handle above her, while she’s using the vertical pole that divides the seats from the doorway as her main support.  The pole holds the clear glass which works as a wind break for the passengers when the doors open.  With her body stretches like this, her perky C cup breasts are pressing tightly into the silk fabric of her dress.  Cara has no idea how naked she looks, John thinks.  It’s obvious she isn’t wearing a bra, and these two lucky bastards have the best seats in the house.

The old guy closest to her moves his arm onto the armrest of the seat, his hand is now at the same height, and about an inch away, of her crotch.  The train rocks and moves around and Cara is pushed from behind by the crowd as they struggle to keep their balance.  Every time she gets pushed forward, the dirty old pervert can cop a feel with the back of his hand.  His friend is staring at her body too, yet she just looks straight ahead out the window, as the train pulls into the next station.  Only a few disembark, however, more people squeeze their way in, so John still can’t get to her as he planned.  She’s smart enough to stay where she is, and holds on tightly to her supports as people push past her, filling what little space there is in the aisles of the carriage.

The train is now so overfilled; she’s pressed against the armrest.  The old guys clearly love the view of this hot blonde woman standing so close.  His fingers wiggle and move nearer, tracing their way around her pubic area.  Cara knows what he’s doing, still she just continues to look out the window ignoring the roaming hand.  She’s stuck and can’t move, even if she wanted to, as the man’s hand becomes more assertive.  He pulls at the front of her dress, the back of his hand massages her mound with his knuckles.  She blushes, as the old man continues to maneuver her hemline up, until it’s released and hangs over the armrest.

She stands helpless in front of him, unable to move, with his hand now under her dress.  Cara is still facing the side of the train, staring out the window calmly, until suddenly her eyes open wide and her jaw drops.  She looks at the old man now, annoyed, giving him a death stare as if she’s about to slap him in the mouth.  He just looks into her eyes and grins smugly. With some movements of his elbow, he’s able to change her expression of stern, to breathless.  Cara removes her hand from the above handle, and now has it resting on the man’s shoulder as she her breathing quickens and her face glows.  The train is rocky and John can see she needs to hold something to keep her balance.  This makes her powerless to stop the old man, as he continues to take advantage of her predicament.

Suddenly, an electronic announcement warns the commuters the next station is approaching.  The train slows for its next stop as more people start pushing toward the door.  The old guy is smart enough to see the crowd moving, so to ensure she doesn’t get swept away from him, he moves his right hand from her crotch to her waist and forcefully pulls her into the small space in front of him and his mate.  John loses sight of them as the vacating crowd block his view.  Just as many people were getting on as getting off, John just sat and waited until the mass of bodies cleared.  The new passengers move away from the door and settle.  John now has a better view of his wife through the glass, as she stands facing away from him, however, directly in front of the two-old perverts.  A large lady with frizzy hair sits in the seat across from John, and he can use her hair to camouflage his blatant staring, in case either of the guys notice him.

Cara’s ass is pressed into the glass divider, and as the train increases in speed, so does the unsteady rocking of the carriage.  She has nothing to hold for balance, and wearing stilettos isn’t helping her situation either.  The other guy, sitting near the window, leans forward and holds her by the right wrist as he says something to her.  John obviously can’t hear what’s said, because of the noise of the tracks, and others talking around him, however, she looks at him and shakes her head.  Before she has even finished her refusal, the train goes over a bump that he uses as an excuse to pull her toward himself.  Cara is struggling hard to keep her balance now as she tries to pull her hand away, yet the train is so bumpy she can’t.

He yanks forcefully on her wrist, pulling it across the front of his body and forcing her to spin off balance.  She falls backward onto his lap while his other arm wraps around her waist, holding her tight.  She tries to readjust her position, however, these attempts only help him straighten her as Cara is now sitting on the old man’s lap.  His mate smiles and pats him on the shoulder to congratulate him.  Her face is red as John realizes she can probably see him now.  John maneuvers behind the woman’s frizzy hair, feeling pretty certain he has a one-way view of this strange adventure.  The arm wrapped around her waist continues to hold her tightly, as the pervert whispers in Cara’s ear.  The man’s other hand rests on her thigh, rubbing her leg from her knee to the hem of her dress.  The dress is pushed up a little with each contact his hand makes with it, and John can see the top of her thigh high stockings revealed.

Her dress stares to bunch at her waist, and it didn’t take too long before John can see her thong.  Cara puts her left hand on top of the old guy’s hand, attempting to stop him rubbing too close to her crotch, yet he continues to do his thing, exposing her even more as she squirms on his lap.  John watches in amazement, as the old man put his hand over hers and continues his rubbing, but now something is different.  He’s rubbing the inside of her thigh with her hand, using her as if a puppet.  Slowly, but surely, he moves her hand and between her legs, pulling it back carefully until it is resting on her pubic mound.  He continues using her hand to rub, but now it’s with smaller movements, more targeted at her joy spot.  Cara remains still and unsure of his intentions, as this old pervert proceeded to press his fingers firmly down on top of hers, forcing them to pressure the front of her black thong clad pussy.  His wrist moves rhythmically, pressuring her hand and fingers as they press into her clit.

 

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