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Subject: {ASSM} Train Stories::The Dark R (MF, rubbing)
Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 18:10:05 -0500
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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.  

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