RAGHNILD GROPES A MAN ON THE TRAM
by Hamlet



It was a late night in Nottingham, and Raghnild somehow managed to get on the
already overcrowded tram, as it started to move. She checked her watch, her
partner Jens made her promise to get home quick for his birthday, and she
already a couple hours late. She sighed, it was not like she had any other
option.

She was trying to move to the back, slowly, as the tram ran through the night.
Her phone was buzzing in her pocket and she knew who it was. She managed to
get to the back, and noticed a sweet attractive man, probably his mid 50's
standing in the back, looking a bit uncomfortable, being squashed by so many
people. He was wearing a casual work suit and a white shirt. He looked so cute
and vulnerable.

She made it her goal to move back behind him. And after a lot of work, she
succeeded.

She could feel his soft body pressed against her big, bosomed chest as the
tram took turns going round corners. His pants were tight. Her phone buzzed in
her pocket again, reminding her of her partner, but she ignored it. She was
trying to find ways to touch his body, and the movement of the tram made it
easy for her. She could see he was uncomfortable, and she looked back at her a
couple times, but could not say anything.

He was clearly an introvert, it was perfect. He would not scream. He was
scared. And it made sense. She put her leather glove on the palm on his arse,
cupping a cheek perfectly, as he held onto the handrail for control. She
pressed her hand gently, and he jumped. He knew what was going on. He looked
back at her, and she could see fear and pleading in his eyes. His lips were
trembling. He turned back around, and she smiled. Perfect. She put her palm
again, this time, gently rubbing, feeling his sweet arse. He was trying to
move forward, but there was nowhere to go.

The tram was becoming a bit stable now. She. pulled him close. She could hear
some sort of whisper, but she did not understand what he was saying. So, she
moved close to listen better. He was pleading begging her saying please to
her. She acted as if she didn't hear, as she pulled him closer with one hand
while the other roamed his arse.

He tried to grab her powerful hand, pushing it away, but she was much taller
and stronger than him. She moved her hand from his arse to his belly, over the
shirt, forcing him against her, It was a good thing that he was in a corner,
otherwise people might have noticed

She started to undo his top buttons of his shirt , as he started to shake his
hand and started to make small sounds, maybe deciding if he should ask for
help.

She breathed her warm breath on his neck, trying to turn him on. He grabbed
her hand with both his hands now, trying to stop her from unbuttoning his
shirt but failing completely, which gave her a chance to grab his cock over
his pants with her other hand. It was warm. And it felt like he did not wear
any underpants.

He gasped at the sudden grab and let out a small moan. With the slight
distraction, she undid his zip , and now she could see his cock and balls
perfectly.

"You have really nice cock" she whispered in his ear in her sing song
Norselandic accent , as she gently rubbed her finger over his cock through his
trousers . Her other hand was poking his arse now. She knew he could feel it,
because she could feel his shiver every time.

He moaned again and got back to trying to stop her. But it looked as if he was
a bit scared now, because he was not being as assertive as he was being
before.

She kissed his shoulder gently, and sneakily, making sure, people around them
wouldn't be alarmed. She really glad that it was dimly lit. She bit his
earlobe gently, but as he was pulling her hand, she bit hard, letting him know
that she was going punish him if he tried to be naughty and resist her
advances.

He got the message, and stopped tugging her arm, but he was still pleading,
and he was crying now in shame and fear.

She undid his trousers and slid her hand inside. She touched his crotch, and
it was perfectly wet. She moaned in his ear gently. She could feel his body
shiver at her touch, as she gently rubbed his crotch.

He let out another moan as he rested his head back on her chest and closed his
eyes. She smiled and touched just the skin under his cock. She undid all the
zip, and he did not try to stop her anymore. She gently rubbed his stomach as
the other hand went to his cock. The moisture felt lovely.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. He beheld a tall blonde Glamazon dressed
in a skin-tight leather catsuit with high heeled boots towering over him There
was hurt and humiliation in his eyes, and she didn't know why, it turned her
on even more. She grinned, as she touched his cock with her index finger. He
let out a little gasp as he kept his eyes locked with hers. She saw resentment
in those eyes.

She kept rubbing his cock gently, as it kept getting harder. She traced her
other hand over his skin and moved them up to his nipples. He understood what
she was doing and looked down. He kept his eyes glued on her hand as she
gently pressed his cock, feeling its softness. As a quick jolt of lights
shined through the windows, she could see tears in his eyes.

She gently pressed a finger into his arse, and the wetness let it slide in
easily. He closed his eyes and tears dropped on his chest. She slid in her
hand under his cock, feeling his testicles. They were hard. And his cock was
still soft. She pressed it gently again. He let out a gasp, with his eyes
closed. He laid his head back on her chest again.

With the movement of her fingers, she could feel his chest rise up and down.
She could feel his heart beating fast. His breathing was getting heavier. She
knew what was happening. He kept his eyes closed, but his mouth was open, as
he continued to let out small bursts of gasping moans.

She kept playing with his now hard cock, as she started to kiss his neck.,
softly pecking as she continued to rub his arsehole. He let out more soft
moans. His body started to shake, and he came. He ejaculated on her fingers.
She felt his cock getting wet and sticky.

He calmed down softly. His body steadied. She let go of him brought and then
brought out her hand. She cleaned her leather encased fingers with the inner
side of his suit. He looked a mess. She let go of him and he stood up.

For the next couple minutes, she stood there towering over him and watched, as
he fixed his trousers. She grabbed his hand as he finished. She pulled and he
knew what she meant. He turned around.

He locked his eyes with hers, and then she moved forward. gently, and kissed
him. Softly. And gently. Tasting him. Feeling him. The kiss was salty from his
tears, but he kissed back hungrily. She broke the kiss, and he was still
looking at her. She got down and kissed his neck hard, and left a. deep red
love bite on his.

A mark that would last for days. She marked him as hers. She marked that he
was humiliated on a tram by her.

He looked at her with a frightened look. He knew what she did. And she noticed
the wedding ring on his finger. He was married. She smiled. He turned around.

On the next station, he gave her one last look of pure resentment and fear

And then she left him.

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