Like a premature ejaculation, his cock pulsed strongly between my ass cheeks. I could feel the juice leaking down my inner thighs. Oh my gosh, it was time for me to cum.

His was letting out his heavy breath so close to me I can feel it blowing my hijab from behind.

I came. There's no doubt about it. I couldn't hold back any longer. I squeezed my legs together tightly, trapping his erect cock in between my legs. I shook uncontrollably as the orgasm hit me. It was too intense.

I almost fell forward. Luckily I was leaning against the pole of the train carriage. He kept pushing his cock against my cullot skirt and occasionally against my panty.

Fuck, he's rougher than I expected. I closed my eyes and bit my lips, trying to keep myself from screaming. If he didn't know what he's doing, people would surely wonder why I'm acting weirdly.

Suddenly he rammed his cock in one huge push just in time the crowd of passengers were pushing around.

After that he pulled back. I didn't feel anymore grind in my back. I thought he came inside his pants.

Maybe I jacked him off unintentionally. He finally stepped away from me. Wearing a guilty face. By the time I recover from my climax, the subway station approached. We're reaching our destination soon.

I didn't want him to go home thinking that he failed to get me in bed. I made my way towards the exit door and waited for him outside acting I'm looking for a cab. As usual, Mr. Ralph follows me.

I walked through the sidewalk. It was full of people rushing around. From the corner of my eye, I watched him trying to catch up. I continued walking slowly ahead. When I felt he was already behind me, I stopped suddenly and looked behind me. Surprisingly, he bumped into me.

"sorry," he apologized.

His voice was hoarse and husky. In another situation, I would've called the police right away because he might attack me anytime soon. But this is exactly what I want. "It's okay," I smiled at him.

"I have to wait for my husband. Do you know how long the taxi queue will be?" "Actually... I..." his sentence paused. "Yes? You got something to say?" I asked impatiently.

"Would you like to meet me somewhere else?" "Somewhere else? Where?" I asked, pretending confused. "There's a park nearby. We can talk." I nodded and followed him into the direction he pointed at.

That park looked shady. If only my husband knew what I'm doing right now, he would beat the shit out of me. Once we reached the entrance of the park, we saw another couple hugging and kissing near the pond.

I didn't give a damn since they weren't Muslim. Subhanallah! I'm excited. Finally, we sat side by side on the bench, watching the park activity.

"So you said you want to talk?" I started. "Yeah. I just want to apologize for what happened earlier." "What happened earlier? I don't remember anything!" I played dumb.

"You know. On the train." he replied. "Oh that? Yeah. So, tell me." "Well. I'm sorry. I shouldn't harass you like that. Especially you're married. I should respect your marriage and your husband."

he confessed. "No worries. We all made mistakes. Even me." "Really?" he sounded surprised. "Of course. Why not?" I replied. "Good." he sighed in relief. There was a brief silence between us. It was awkward. But still I wanted to know what he is going to do next. He just brought me to this park. I think he knew that I'm 'available'. I could see he was trying to say something again so I won't leave and let him form his words into sentences.

"what's your name?" He opened up another conversation. I think he tried to break ice with me.

"My name is salma." I extended my right hand

and gave a handshake. I think he wasn't expecting that gesture. He stared at my hand then looked up into my eyes. Then back to my hand. His eyebrows furrowed. Eventually he took my hand and shake it gently.

Then slowly released it. "nice to meet you, salma. My name is ralph." "Nice to meet you too." "Is it okay if I touch you?" He asked nervously. I laughed. "Why not?"

I asked. "You are a Moslem, I assume?"

"yes" "so, you're not allowed to touch someone who isn't your relatives?" "no. My you did your homework. I'm flattered"

I giggled. "Then why are you touching me? Isn't that mean you're inviting trouble to yourself?" he asked. "It's all right as long as no one knows me seen it,"

I answered.

"you are beautiful, Salma," he suddenly blurted. "Thanks. Is That why you did that in the subway earlier?"

I asked him directly. "yeah. I admit I love seeing your beauty everyday. I never have any Moslem friend especially a woman as beautiful as you," he sounded nervous.

"thanks," again, he complimented me. "Can I be honest to you?" His eyes darted between me and his shoes. "Okay, go ahead," I replied, I'm eager to know what it is. "but promise you won't tell your husband or any other Moslems?" He was tensed. "Okay, I promise. Inshaa Allah I won't tell anyone," I assured him. "Inshaa what?" He confused. "Inshaa Allah, it means cross my heart," actually it means God's wills it, but the expression was closer to cross my heart. "Now you are free to say,"

I motioned him to continue. "well... The thing is..." He tried to gather his courage and look straight into my eyes. "I wanted you..i..i wanted to fuck you, Salma."

he blurted. No doubt his face turned beet red as he finished his speech. "you want to what?" I pretended ignorance. "you heard me. I want to fuck you," he repeated. I looked at him incredulously.

"I I'll give you anything, my saving, my house, anything."

He pleaded. "stop right there. Don't beg me. I am a Moslem woman. What do you think I a? I have my dignity. I have principles." I stood up from the bench and start to walk away. I was just teasing him. I love playing innocent and I love the image of Moslem women are chaste and pure. It helped me so much in my extramarital sex experience. "Salma, please. Please give me another chance."

He chased after me. "why? I don't need money nor anything else. I am happy with my life. I am married and have a daughter. My husband loves me and take care of me. I don't need an affair." I told him frankly.

"But I really want to fuck you, Salma." He explained. "You seem to forget one thing. I am a Moslem woman."

I reminded him. "please, Salma. Just this once. One and off,"

he begged me. "This is against Islam. It is Haram." "But it feels so good," he stated. "That's irrelevant. I don't want to commit zina. And even though I did, I will confess to Allah first."

I tried to walk away. If he didn't chase after me I would go back and use the money excuse to agree with his offerings. You evil, Salma. I thought to myself.