When I reached the train station, I waited for the train which would arrive in the next twenty or so minutes.

I started looking around the railway station only a few people were waiting along with me for the train. In the distance, I saw a man sitting on the bench. He must be in his late 50s or so, he looked tired, but he was tall and had broad shoulders and some grey stubble on his cheeks. He was perfect in my eyes, someone who could easily manhandle me, the way I wanted to be used.

I walked towards him and timidly approached him. I may be a sexual goddess in my imagination, but in reality, I am shy and introverted.

He had not noticed me earlier, but when I stood right in front of him, he looked up at me.

This side of the platform had no one except us and a handicapped washroom.

"Can I sit here?" I asked pointing at the empty space beside him on the bench.

Instead of answering me he looked at his wristwatch and questioned me instead.

“What is a student like you doing on the train platform so late?”

“I was busy with my extra lectures that went on for longer than usual.” I had no idea why I was answering this stranger.

"Young people these days have no sense of responsibility, it's unsafe out there for girls like you. Someone needs to teach you a lesson." He said in a frustrated voice.

I have no idea where the boldness came from, and how I had the courage to voice it, but I said, “What lesson do I need to learn?”

He was taken aback by my bluntness, at first his eyebrows furrowed, I think he was angry not expecting me to answer him back like that.

But then his eyes went lower from my face and he saw the two buttons of my dress shirt open that exposed some of my cleavage. That’s when I stepped closer to him and sat right next to him on the bench.

The sides of our bodies were pressed together and I asked him again.

“What lessons do I need to learn?”

That’s when it hit him, he understood my innuendo and turned towards me.

“Bold one aren’t you; do you even know what you are talking about, aren’t girls your age too young for that?” he asked me, still stealing glances at my cleavage.

I decided to confess, what did I have to lose anyway?

“I have been thinking about doing that with someone like you for a while.”

"Huh? Are you serious?" that's when the train arrived and almost all the people from the platform got in and only a few got out, they completely ignored us and hurried towards the stairs.

Now it was just him and me as far as I can see. The next train was an hour later and I was sitting beside a man almost twice my age and asking him to fuck me.

The next thing I knew I was following him into the handicapped toilet.

I had fantasies about being with a man like him but never had I imagined us doing it in a public washroom.

Good thing the place was at least clean and spacious. The cubical we were in was the last one, and I doubt anyone would come in here at this late hour. It was almost quarter to 11 and the man was staring at me, like a predator ready to devour his prey.

I had seen similar scenarios in videos and read about them in books, but as I was standing here with an unknown man, I did not know how I felt.

"What did you say your name was?" he asked in a harsh voice, we had left my backpack and his small work briefcase in the small storage area that is outside every handicapped restroom. All I had in there were books that could be easily replaced if stolen. Plus, I wasn't much interested in studies, how could I be when I was always fantasizing about all such filthy things?

"Monika," I replied I hadn't told him my name before.

“How old are you? I need to make sure you’re of age. Before I touch you.” He rasped, clearly growing hard in his trousers.

“19.”

“Good, good, so you sure about it?" he asked me one last time. But before I could confirm that I consent to our activities, both his hands were covering my shirt-clad tits and he was squeezing them harshly. Like they were his personal stress balls.

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