Train Ride

By Sage Vivant, Owner of Custom Erotica Source
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At the Sunnyvale station, Ed craned his neck to survey the train.

“Interesting. Nobody rides this thing on the weekends,” he commented.

“Hmmm,” Georgette responded, distracted by the family on the platform with a gaggle of unruly children. When Ed’s hand cupped her generous breast, she caught her breath but didn’t move. She suspected he wouldn’t want her to.

“I was reading an article in the Chronicle just last week that the construction is forcing people into their cars,” he explained, as his fingers located her steadily growing nipple through her blouse. Could the people on the platform see what was going on? she wondered.

“I guess we’re one of the few who are still trying to keep congestion and pollution to a minimum,” he continued. Circling her nipple over and over, he waited while she regulated her arousal. He knew the surprise of his strong will always disconcerted her at first, and he preferred her compliance to be of a more conscious than frightened nature. Hence, he gave her a few moments to think clearly. But no more than a few moments.

“Your breast feels so firm in my hand,” he said quietly into her ear as she continued to stare out the window. “When your nipple is this hard, I know that your cunt is wet. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she whispered, more furtively than she expected. He was right, of course. At his touch, her juices always began to flow and as she sat obediently still in her seat, a tiny stream of wetness spread from her swollen pussy lips to her panties.

“And if I were to caress you between your legs, I would find you wet and ready for me, wouldn’t I?”

His hand remained on her screaming nipple, rubbing it insistently. If she squirmed, he might be displeased. She remained immobile, stewing in her own juices, only vaguely aware that the train had started moving again.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I am wet and ready for you.”

They heard movement in the next car as she spoke. Ed moved his hand from her breast to her crotch, and as he burrowed between her thighs along the seam of her jeans, she spread her legs as much as the seat would allow.

“That’s a good girl. Give me your wetness. Can you feel the vibration of the train coming up through your cunt?”

She couldn’t quite feel it but wanted to. Badly. What she did feel was his tender, expert stroking, applying just enough pressure to make her want to crawl up the back of her seat.

The door of their train car slid open and a conductor walked through. Georgette’s eyes widened and her pulse raced as she realized that Ed had no intention of removing his hand. The conductor stood beside Ed and asked for their tickets, taking great pains to ignore Ed’s hand busily working at her pubis. As soon as the man moved to the next car, Ed got up and led Georgette to the bathroom at the front of the car.

She followed anxiously, and when he fingered her dripping pussy in the tiny compartment, she was grateful that the sounds of the train drowned out her shouts of pleasure.

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Copyright 2003

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