the train... - a Blog Post by toothysmile

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12/21/2011 3:53 pm

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the train...

the train...
Out of the night burning with light
Train shining black,
I won't look back, life is running
Hoping some day someone will say I got it made
Pull up the shade, let the sun in

"Night train"
Steve Winwood

It had been a long day at the office. It was late in the evening. Way past my normal quitting time. I headed for the subway station. At least there wouldn't be the usual rush hour crowds... I went past the turnstiles, waited at the platform. Then finally boarded my train. I sat. Took out my book. And started reading...

Two stations down I felt a presence near me. I looked up. And there she was. Sitting across from me. Smelling like a dozen roses. Her bright eyes sparkling as she caught my gaze. Her red lips smiling. Her ample breasts barely hiding behind the soft fabric of her dress. I smiled politely not knowing what else to do. "I see we have similar tastes when it comes to books", she told me in her soft voice. "We do?", I asked... internally cursing myself for my lack of originality. But she was obviously in a forgiving mood. "I have read all of Mary Renault's books, she is one of my favorite authors".

I was about to start a diatribe about all the books I had read of hers. About how much I appreciated an alternative interpretation of mythology. But I didn't have the time. She placed her finger on my lips. "Don't say a word. Let's just enjoy the moment", she said suggestively. With that she sat right next to me. And placed her hand on my knee. I turned to her. Somewhat startled. But definitely in a pleasurable way. I blushed. She moved her hand up my thigh... and my excitement grew. Visibly.

I looked around in panic. Luckily the crowds were thinning. Just a couple of passengers. Sufficiently far away. I felt relieved. And so incredibly turned on. Her hand had grabbed my cock by now. And stroking it through the fabric of my chinos. When the last passenger had left I kissed her. But only briefly. With one swift move she sat on my lap. Her back leaning on my chest. She was rubbing her loins on mine...

She quietly lifted her dress. Unzipped my pants. Pulled out my cock. Pushed her panties aside. And deftly guided my cock into her warm pussy. Oh my God, she felt so good. So deliciously moist. So inviting. So God-damn fuckable. I circled my arms around her. My right hand fondling her breasts. Pinching her nipples through her dress. My left hand went lower... found her clit... and started rubbing it softly... in slow circular motions.

I tried to buck my hips. But she stopped me. "Stay still", she said, fully in command of the situation, "let the train do the rocking for us". She was so right. I just sat back and held her close to me. The train was moving quickly now. Slightly swaying on the rails. And every time my cock would go deeper in her pussy... then almost slide out... then find her depth again... It was simply divine. Her essence was beginning to flow out of her. She was riding me right into the realm of ecstasy... spurred on by the rhythmic movement of that train. I felt her pussy squeeze me a little tighter... I heard a soft moan escape from her lips... She threw her head back. Clenched her fists around my wrists... and started climaxing. I couldn't help it. I started cumming along with her... shooting hot sperm deep inside her... my body still... but my heart racing a mile a minute.

Her body finally relaxed. She rested her back on my chest. Sighed deeply. She got off of me just as quickly as she got on. I tried to speak but she shushed me once again. This time with a kiss. "This is where I get off", she whispered, then giggled as she realized the double entendre. And with that she was out of the train and quickly running up the stairs that led out of the station.

I was stunned. Never had I experienced anything like it. Never had I met anyone like her. Would I see her again?... But where?... And how?... It took me a minute to catch my breath... but I did. Eventually I picked up my book again. Then saw a business card marking the page I had read last...

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cblgrl2005 115F

2584 posts
12/22/2011 2:33 am

You have it darlin...the ability to emote and evoke....when I feel it---I KNOW it's good.

LYNN"S LAIR

EROTIC ECSTACY

Opus_of_a_liar 47F

12/22/2011 2:43 am

Now, if you were reading one of those charming little novels by Alexander McCall Smith, I would have pushed her off the train to sit next to you.

Nah, I wouldn't do that. I would, however, blog about two strangers having sex on a train.

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