Train story 1

Chick on the train. Black leather jacket comes down to the top of her ass. Black skirt to her knees. Black tights with a diamond pattern. High heel shoes – two inch probably – little wingtips with laces. They push he calfs up making them beautiful and round – tapering down to sweet thin ankles. She has a cute brown bob and a little turned up nose. Sitting in the row beside me, she reads, running her manicured nail over her bare lips, playing with her lips and mouth. She’s sexy in a simple way. The kind of girl you see on trains, in offices and on the street in the city. The kind of girl you see in a bar after work and smile at – especially if you’ve had a beer maybe. She wears no jewelry save two diamond studs peeking out through her hair. Moles – small and strategically placed – are on her right cheek, which faces me. She has a book but isn’t reading – just watching the world through the window.

She looks at me and sees me looking at her. She smiles. Her left leg is extended and she rolls her right foot onto its side, exposing the sole of her shoe. Her shoes look smaller than they are. She begins to read but is distracted. I can see her looking at me in the her reflection on my window. She looks and is still smiling. I turn and look at he. She smiles again. I say hello. She asks if I always take this train – it is the middle of the day and she’s never seen me. I tell her no and smile. I ask her what she’s reading. She turns to cover to me – some book on religion. Is it good? I ask her. She smiles and says she supposes so – she’s reading it for a class.

I ask her where she goes. She’s a grad student at Northeastern. I don’t ask what she’s studying. I smile. I ask her if she wants to sit with me and she stands and steps across the aisle. She looks at me and smiles. The sun is on her face. I tell her I noticed her legs on the platform. She blushes. They’re nice I tell her. She says thanks. I ask her if she takes this train every day. She says no. She’s on her way to visit a friend whose at home, not feeling well. That’s nice, I say. I look at her face. She looks at mine. I tell the sun looks good on her as it flashes through the window. She laughs and smiles and says thanks.

I stare down at her legs. So you like them? She asks. I say I do. I tell her that her heels make her legs look good. Not good, I say, great. She blushes again. We’re riding along the freeway – keeping pace with the traffic outside. She smiles and pulls at the hem of her shirt, pulling it above her knees. Do you like my thighs too? She asks. Yes, I tell her, they look good. She pulls her skirt a little more. She tells me she’s wearing stockings. I can see the pale skin on the inside of her thighs. Do you like that she asks – her head tipped down, her eyes looking up at me. She is smiling.

I tell her I do. I tell her that she’s giving me a hardon. Good she says, that’s good. I open my jacket a bit so she can see the bulge in my pants. I guess you do, she says and reaches over to pat it. I look around. There are only a few people on the train but no one right near us. What do you want to do I ask. She says she doesn’t know and begins to read. She puts he book aside and takes off her jacket. It’s hot in her, don’t you think? she asks. She lays her jacket over her lap and puts her right leg across my lap. She picks up her book and begins reading again, slowly rubbing her leg across the growing bulge.

She keeps looking at me out of the side of her eyes, smiling. The conductor comes by but doesn’t seem to see anything. Maybe there’s nothing unusual to see. She turns sideways and swings her left leg across my lap as well – pulling up the back of her skirt. I slide my hand under her jacket and up her skirt. Her thighs are soft and cool. No one can see you she says – sliding closer to me. I unzip my pants. She squeezes my dick between her legs and reads. It feels good. I smile.

She reaches into her bag and hands me a bottle of astroglide. Use this she says. I squeeze some into my hand and reach up under her skirt. I rub some on myself and on her legs. That’s better she says, and she begins to rub her thighs together. It doesn’t take long for me to cum. She moves her jacket and I can see a wet spot seeping through the front of her skirt. Put it away, she tells me. I wipe it on her leg and zip up my pants. She smiles and swings her legs back down, straightening her skirt.

She stands up. I can see my cum running down her leg. She sees it too. We smile. I’m Brenda, she says. Thanks I say. She says no problem and begins walking down the aisle of the train. I look after her. Her jacket is over her arm and her legs and ass look great as she walks away. I can still see the cum running down her left leg. She turns and smiles and waves. Looking out the window, I wave as she walks across the platform. She smiles and waves back. The train pulls away. I sit back and enjoy the rest of my ride.