Message-ID: <33576asstr$1006297805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <nntp-bounce@supernews.net> X-Original-Path: news.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: Lou Moran <ellem@techie.net> X-Original-Message-ID: <r4alvtcpjdop8gb4qh71i2rt0eqk7rkiie@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 14:03:15 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Train Stories::The Dark R (MF, rubbing) Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 18:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/33576> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Train Stories::The Dark R By ellem@techie.com -MF, rubbing- -- Standard Disclaimer... Work of fiction, no persons are real, work of fantasy, read only if you can vote legally and can tell the difference between real and make-believe -- When the call over the intercom system of the LIRR says, "Conductor to channel four," you know your train is in trouble. I was on the 5:29 to Penn Station when the train came to grinding, asbestos scented stop just outside of the Jamaica Station. There was some more chatter about MA Resets and Couplers and some more indecipherable train lingo, all of which basically said this train is dead. Not exactly how I wanted to wake up from my morning commute nap. The car I was in hadn't made it to the platform and I was forced along with the rest of the grumbling commuters to walk up three cars and wait for another train to take us to Penn. I saw some folks heading for the subway and I decided that they had a good idea. The N or the R would take me right to my job anyway. So I went down the escalator with the rest of the 5:29. I saw her on the platform. I see lots of women. I look at women all the time. I'm no Casanova but I do look. New York City has no shortage of gorgeous women. This one on the platform was different though. She was young and had a confidence about her looks that gave her great ease in her appearance. Her fine red hair was up in a ponytail and her lightly freckled face had no makeup on it, yet her lips were a rosy tint. She held her light black jacket in front of her and wore a simple, sheer white blouse with a Spandex tank top underneath which held her ample breasts in place. Her pants were not tight but they revealed her body as the thin, silvery material clung to her curves in a delicious way. Below her knee I could see the outline of her chunky heeled boots as the hard leather pressed against the fabric of her pants. Then there was the zipper. A thin black seam that ran from the belt line straight down to bottom of her perfectly toned ass. My filthy mind was unzipping that zipper as I stared at her ass like it held the secrets of the universe in its amazing shape. Just the way she stood with one foot turned slightly inward was sexy. There was no way for this red haired beauty not to be sexy. I imagined it must be a curse. Here I was a lecherous 38 year-old man slavering over her 20 something body; wasn't that curse enough? I was going to wait for an N train because that express would get me to work quicker than the R that pulled up. Desperately we all jumped into the car that opened in front of us. The usual riders of the train must have been unpleasantly surprised to find that their train was jam-packed. I knew I would be on this train until 14th Street so I managed to get up against the opposing door to avoid the constant shuffle of people getting on and off. I lost sight of the vixen. Then she was directly in front of me. Her hair smelled of fruity hair care products and her skin smelled of some oil or lotion whose sole purpose was to make men stand at attention. My pants were tightening as I looked at her from inches away. I could see her wonderful cleavage as I looked down her shirt. She could probably feel my breath on her neck. Everyone could probably feel breath on their neck though because we were all shoulder-to-shoulder. I tried chivalrously to keep my now stiffening member off of the gorgeous young girl in front of me as I began to rationalize how I would feel if some dirty old man was standing behind my daughter imagining her body writing underneath his as he fucked her until she couldn't walk. Which is precisely what I was thinking. The train lurched forward and her ass planted itself so that her silver clad cheeks wrapped around my raging hard-on and the only way she could regain her footing was to push off of her legs and slide up my body. Her ass slid right up to the head of my cock and then she pushed off of me with her ass. I damn near blew a load in my pants right there. She couldn't turn around but she turned her head to me, "I am SO sorry, sir." I simply nodded back. Screw her father all I could think about was her bent over my desk and me wailing on her with my now painfully erect cock. The train continued to bounce down the track and as we came to the next stop someone exiting pushed her off balance and she fell into me again. This time I took her lightly by the elbows and righted her. She remained closer to me this time and thanked me again. She looked at me for a second and smiled. I was sweating, probably looking very flushed. She pressed against me intentionally and stayed. She tilted her head back onto my chest and said directly to my ear, "Is this OK?" I nodded. The train began again and my redheaded fantasy began a slow but deliberate grind on my body. My fingers touched her elbows again and I slid them towards her hands that were underneath her jacket. She worked her ass all over my dick and I realized she was rubbing herself my left hand helped her and my right had got a hold of her breast. Despite her large breasts she had no bra on, this tank top was meant to hold her in place. Her nipples became hard and I pinched hers softly and surreptitiously as there was a train full of people. Her breathing became threaded and her breath was hot and sweet. My mouth ached to kiss her but then we would surely be found out. The train went dark and she exploded in a frenzy of movement as she molested me with her entire body. There seemed to be urgency in her movements. Her hand was working own body furiously, mine seemed to be in the way so I moved it but she quickly caught it and dragged it back. As her ass rode my pole manically she lifted her leg and rubbed her booted calf on me. I continued working her nipple and with my other hand her very hot pussy. Her entire body was heating up as she thrashed against me. I buried my head in the nape of her neck and came in my pants in thick spurts. "Shit," she exhaled into my ear, "Oh man that was so fucking good." The lights came back on and I could see that she was covered in a thin sweat. She turned around as the door behind me opened and kissed me as I stepped out of the train to avoid the crush of people exiting. I saw how truly amazing she looked as I kissed her. "You have to call me. I want to do this again; I want to be with you. I want you inside of me," she handed me a card and walked on wobbly legs to the escalator, pulling her hair from the pony tail. I watched her incredible body leave me. There was an N across the platform. I took it to work and threw my underwear out in the restroom trash. -- Liked it? ellem@techie.com -- ellem@techie.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+