Fingers in Her Panties on the Subway

That morning, she had enjoyed two separate intimate encounters—just a couple of hours apart—with both of the men she loved. She felt utterly euphoric. She was buzzing with endorphins and radiating pure bliss. She was rocking a short, flared plaid skirt and a form-fitting blazer that accentuated every single curve...

Riding the subway, she noticed a tall, sweaty, heavy-set man puffing and turning red across from her. Dressed in office attire and clutching a briefcase, he looked like a boiling kettle with its lid rattling from the steam.

Time to get off. By the doors, she suddenly felt the heavy paw of this wheezing creep slip right into her panties—he had lunged at her, trying to pull off a DP (double penetration) with his fingers right there in the train car. She recoiled and informed him that he was a filthy, stinking, greasy swine...

A fair assessment, but the aggressor didn't agree with the characterization; instead, he started screaming and making threats. The train stopped, the doors slid open, and he dragged her by the arm out onto the platform, hauling her toward some dark corner. The girl screamed and fought back. Everyone hurried past them, except for one hunched, tiny old lady. The brave elderly woman stepped right between them, brandishing her cane at the scumbag, demanding he let his victim go. She declared she had seen everything, completely ignoring his lying accusations.

Her defender's intervention allowed her to escape the dead end of the platform and reach the transfer tunnel to another station. At this point, the smart move would have been to stay quiet and lay low, but she blurted out something to the villain that made him lunge at her with the clear intention of tearing her apart. The old lady was no longer around, and the hunted girl found herself burying her forehead into the pumped bicep of a tall, imposing, shaved-headed guy.

"Please, protect me."

She didn't have to ask twice. The young knight grabbed the swine-faced creep by the collar, lifted him off the ground (about three hundred pounds of furious lard), and pinned him against the wall. Holding him there for a moment, he shook every ounce of fight right out of him.

And then, together with the princess rescued from the dragon, they exited the subway, riding the escalator off into the sunset. The paths of new encounters are truly mysterious, especially the thrilling ones.

Nelli Verkhovska PhD in Psychology For more on alternative relationships, check out my YouTube channel