JENEVIEVE GROPED BY A LEATHER MAN ON THE TRAM
by Hamlet
PART TWO


The next three weeks passed in almost the same way. When she was alone,
Jenevieve felt conflicted. She should try to be a good girl and stop the
Leather Man groping her. She should try not to enjoy it so much. She should
consider reporting it to the police -- not that they could really do much
since she had no idea what exactly he looked like.

She resolved to resist, and then the next morning came, and her resolution
completely disappeared. She accepted him into her body happily, knowing that
for 10 whole minutes, she would think of absolutely nothing but the pleasure
he gave here! It was sheer bliss!

The day of her school finals arrived, and she managed to lock her secret
Groper into a box in the back of her mind and focus on passing with the
highest score possible. She thought she did well consider that the test seemed
easy to her.

After the test was over, she had a whole week of school in which she didn't
need to bring her books. She probably didn't even need to show up, since it
was designed to allow slower students to take the final exams at their own
pace, but she had nothing better to do anyway.

Without her large and full backpack in the way, she thought she might actually
be able to see her Groper. However, when a full minute passed after the stop
that he probably got onto the tram, and he hadn't started groping her, she
despaired that he wasn't going to.

She turned her head, and inhaled. Sure enough, she could smell his leathers.
It was him behind her, holding himself steady with her hips. She wiggled them
encouragingly, and purposely bumped into him.

His strong leather clad arms wrapped around her chest and pulled their bodies
together. He pressed a deep kiss to the side of her neck and gave her a long
slow love bite on her neck, and she moaned. Her breath escaped in pants of
anticipation.

Using one hand, he reached down, and prepared himself. Then, he pushed her
panties out of his way. She rocked into him as he entered her.

'I am sure I am going to miss this once I graduate!' she thought

They were both strangely frantic today. He actually squirted his cum into her
a full minute earlier than normal, and then held her close as she rippled her
inner muscles around his massive shaft.

He groaned softly in her ear, but then left when his stop arrived. She cried
out in the desperate wish that he would stay with her, but she knew that he
probably had to rush or else be late for work. Even so, she wanted to spend
more time with him.

The next morning, she got up early. Her mother brought her laundry in just as
she was buttoning up her shirt.

"I've been meaning to say this for a while now," her mother told her with a
strange look. "But... if you're going to do that, will you please use
protection?"

She gaped at her in astonishment. How did she know?!

She sighed and handed her a pile of clean panties. "Don't be so shocked. I do
know what those stains mean. I was young once myself."

"You see... the thing is," She felt like she had to explain things to her. I
felt like I needed her to understand. "My boyfriends and I do use
protection... it's just..."

"What?" she wondered curiously.

She shook her head. I cannot tell her that I have regular sex with a man I
don't even know and whose face I have never seen! "Nothing," she mumbled,
looking at the ground.

"Not nothing!" Her mom insisted. "I don't want to see your future ruined
because you get pregnant when you could have avoided it!"

"You're right," I agreed. "But it happened before I could stop it, and now
I... I'm confused..."

Her mom frowned. "Your boyfriend raped you?"

"No!" she gasped, laughing at the absurdity. "No. He would never do such a
thing. I told you, we use protection. It's just the other one..."

She abruptly ran, calling over her shoulder. "I'm going to be late! There's no
time for breakfast now, see you later!"

All during that tram ride, she could not stop thinking about her future. In
just 3 days, she would no longer go to school. She would no longer ride the
tram. What if she was already pregnant? How would she cope? How would she
raise a child� and� go to university?

She felt her Groper's presence the moment before he caressed her. Now that she
didn't have a cumbersome backpack, she was able to turn around. It was not
easy, and she jostled all the passengers around her, but she persevered.

She was surprised to discover that her Groper was probably about 25 years
old.and dressed totally in skin tight black leather wearing a leather mask
with his mouth as the only part of his anatomy that was visible.

She leaned into him and smelled his leather scent just to be sure. Yep! It was
him. She forgot to keep a grip on the railing, and as a result, the next bump
from the tram sent her into his arms. It seemed like the perfect opportunity
to kiss him.

She got as close to his ear as she possibly could. "I only have 3 more days."
Her hands wandered down his leather clad body curiously. He was rock hard, and
ready to go. His tight leather pants seemed designed so that once she pulled
the zipper down, he could spring free. Wow! She'd never had a chance to feel
his mighty shaft before, but it seemed bigger than she would have thought
possible.

Kissing him again seemed to be the only way to reassure him that she did not
plan to report him to the police.

She grasped the railing so that he could let go of it. So long as she held
onto it, he could do what was necessary to hold onto and enter her. Somehow,
facing him as they had sex made it feel even better!

They both climaxed unexpectedly soon, and then simply held each other until
the tram stopped. She kissed him again as he pulled out of her, covered
himself, and then pushed his way through the crowd to leave the tram.

He had not responded to her statement. It was depressing, but she thought he
does not really care about me. To him, I'm probably just a really good way to
relieve stress on his way into work in the morning.

She needed to prepare herself for the possibility that he'll even be relieved
once she no longer take the tram to school each morning. It was obvious that
her seeing his face was the last thing he wanted. Brushing a tear away, she
stepped off the tram, and headed straight for the bathroom.

.

On her very last day of high school -- she did the only thing she could think
of. As he thrust into her, causing her to shudder in the most delightful way,
she smiled. He had let her face him ever since the first time she turned
around, and that made it easier to kiss him.

He had never kissed her, but he did return her kisses pushing his tongue right
down her mouth. She slowly opened one hand -- maintaining a firm grip with the
other to steady us as they rocked their bodies together -- and reached into
her blouse. Tucked inside her bra was a folded-up piece of paper that had her
name and telephone number on it. She even wrote a small note.

'Dear Leather Man,

After today, I will no longer be riding the tram in the morning. I start
university soon, and do not know what the future will bring. I'm going to miss
you, and I hope that you'll call me if you ever need to get together and have
sex... or maybe just want to talk.'

She slipped the note into his pocket, and he gave her a curious look. She was
sure by now, some people had noticed her kiss him, but if so, they pretty much
ignored them. This time, she wrapped her arms around him, and held him tight
so that his tongue was right down penetrating her mouth and his leather gloved
hands were squeezing her breasts tightly.

She groaned in ecstasy

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!