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Subject: {ASSM} "On the 4 PM Express" - FM, Fant
Date: Tue, 2 May 2000 19:10:58 -0400
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For Adults Only! If you are not an adult, don't read the story.
Any resemblence to other stories or people are mere coincidence.
"On the 4 PM Express"
by ka winds - March, 2000
I boarded the train for the ride home, and sat down in one of the few
empty seats remaining. A well-dressed gentleman occupied the window
seat. He seemed lost in thought in the outside world. I politely
settled in, got out my book, and began to read. The wheels on the
track clanked and clanked, at an increasing tempo, as we approached
cruising speed.
The man and I sat quietly in our respective places during the ride. He
alternately gazed outside from his window seat, and read bits from a
dull-looking magazine. I could safely catch glimpses of his features
because glancing out the window from an aisle seat was a natural thing
to do. I maintained a comfortable, unemotional countenance with my
glances.
Once, I caught the image of his eyes focused on my foot, that hung
almost motionless from my crossed leg. I calmly but promptly returned
my attention to the book in my lap. My mind silently replayed what it
had captured for me. His gaze did not appear lewd, but rather like an
unavoidable thirst was being quenched by my stockinged extremeties. My
charcoal pantyhose were visible from the hem at my knees to the tops
of my heel-strapped feet. My somewhat muscular and well formed calves
glowed smooth in dark, rich nylon. I was dressed properly, but
remembered how deeply sensitive many men are, to some of the finer
things that women wear. Nylon, lace and foot adornments are often
tremendously aphrodisiac-like in their effect on men. Perhaps he was a
leg or foot man. A pulse fluttered around inside me, near my belly. I
felt a natural, compelling urge to give pleasure.
My left calf was exposed between us at seat-level. My head was
slightly bowed toward my lap and book. Enough of my neck-length hair
draped the right side of my face so that I could side-eye him without
being detected. My nails were perfectly manicured and painted a deep
red. I nonchalantly reached my right hand down to a point above my
left ankle and swooshed a series of long, overlapping butterfly
scratches up my hosed calf, as though satisfying a lazy itch. I
returned my hand to my book and turned the page.
In a few seconds, he squirmed, removing his jacket. He then folded and
placed it neatly over the growing places in his lap, renestling
himself in his seat. A portion of his jacket moved eratically, as
though a small pet were underneath, prodding to get out. He was fully
erect, unable to stop it. My face was warm and glowing. Aware of the
effect I had on him, my heart thumped and raced. Oh how I wanted to
reach over and slide my hand under his coat and onto his throbbing
manhood! I tried to blink the thought away, and took a quiet, deep
breath.
I detected a faint, luscious scent, drifting from him into me. My
mind was permeated with warm, fuzzy bursts of pleasure. Control over
my thoughts was vanishing. I peeked out the corner of my eye. He had
raised his coat into a low, perfectly-designed pyramid, to better mask
his throbbings. I was becoming wild with desires. He needed me. He
needed to be inside me. And I had caused it. I felt gushy inside. I
squirmed to test for slipperiness. Sure enough, I was quite ready to
receive him, no matter his size. My body had responded with a grand
rush of natural lubrication. I ached to pull his pants down, straddle
him, and accept his erection up into the warmth of my womanhood. To
sheathe his hungry, thrusting cock. That was the center of the
whirlwind of my thoughts. I lost track of time.
Cling, clang, the rails sang a rhythmic song that was slowing down in
tempo. The steam of our silent encounter began to disappear, in light
of the fact we were arriving in station. I decided to give my fantasy
man a casual smile before getting off the train, and did so with
utmost grace. With an appreciative and boyish grin on his face, he
glanced again at my legs and then down and away. The train squealed to
a halt and folks began to rustle. He and I departed, never to see each
other again.
-End
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