Strangers On A Train

For ten torturous years, Carly had endured the hour long commute to and from work aboard the same tinny train. With it's rattles and rumbles, the sexy young nurse was sure she'd be deaf before much longer and was constantly nervous of a contagious, condition circulating. The packed passengers were cause for many bodies cramping and clamping you in. There was no personal space, making the fear of infection very real.

To call her fellow traveler's, strangers, would be almost incorrect. Carly felt like she knew every one of them. Swaying to the rhythm of the train against these people, gave chance to feel their every curve and personal parts. Breasts would bustle in and out of her face, some alluring to wanting attention with the dress cover chosen for them. Carly enjoyed the plump, perky ones. They felt best massaging against her back as she would close her eyes and breath in the sweet scent from their owner.

Packages that men had hidden in their pants fronts, would perversely pulsate against her legs and buttocks. Audible grunts, from the delusional men that believed women enjoy such unattractive offerings, echoed in her ears. Carly would love to inform them, that the way up her dress, was not by rubbing themselves on her whilst stinking like day-old body odor and cigarettes. More attention to her needs would have to be met, before she would even consider allowing access to herself.

The weather was freezing cold that day a new face had boarded her cart. Entering the train from the gale outside, the new-comer had blown into her back, immediately pressing hard as more people packed in behind him. Carly could not see this new face, but immediately knew there was a stranger amongst them. She could sense it. He smelt so good, like a true man should. Clothes, that were freshly washed, were evident on his body through the traces of lavender aromas they left lingering in the air. Feeling his presence, gave her chills.

Molded to the crack of her behind, a long, large lure could be felt and tucked tightly into the gap above her thigh's. When the trains motions began, the intruder slid back and forth with what appeared to be true innocence. Fighting the urge to reach back and cup his joy maker and insert it into hers, Carly's control was sustained by panting privately to herself. She was confident the peak hour traffic aboard would not hear her above themselves and the trains trek.

A soft whisper is spoken in her ear acknowledging her needs and permitting Carly to go forth with satisfying them. Fearful she may have misinterpreted the instructions given, her shaky hands slyly slide up the skimpy skirt she wore, giving access for the devious date to deliver. Whilst waiting for a response from below, a dark tunnel is entered, blackening the vision of all. A temporary blindness meant no witnesses to the act at hand and a perfect opportunity for the two to progress discreetly.

Quiet cries came from Carly's mouth upon feeling her damp panties slid to the side by a warm, tender hand. Soft and subtle, she felt it on the inside of her bare thighs. Her burning, hot hole started to release it's moisture when he used his other to introduce himself to the area now available. Daylight re-entered the cabin just as the foreign bodies finished joining, their connection, unobservable. Hands now free, the mystery man places them firmly against Carly's hips, holding them hard to ensure no interruption to this intimacy occurs. Using his strong body to lean upon and keep her steadiness, was also allowing him to penetrate deeper. With each jerk on the tracks, he would thrust forward, taking advantage of the trains motions, keeping their secret safe.

Desperately wishing she could feel more of his body, wanting so badly to touch him, Carly clenched her hands tight. Indulging in these compulsions must stay subdued, or they would surely be caught. Glancing at the public clock told her there was exactly thirty seconds before the next stop. Beating hard in her chest, Carly feared her heart would fail with the extra enjoyment that was imminent.

Breathing purposefully on the back of her naked neck and strengthening his stance, the gift-giver carefully concealed a hand inside her blazer. Groping a breast and pinching her nipple was enough to complete Carly's ride for the day. Climaxing quietly, with her knees buckling slightly being the only proof of the erotic encounter, the two disconnected. Carly wiped her hands down her skirt to reposition it and could hear a zip from behind as the come creator, was concealed.

Moments later, the train stops and the doors open with a flurry of people departing and new ones boarding. Instantly Carly can tell he is gone. That sweet, sexy scent of his has been replaced by the familiar, nose-turning stench of the standard strangers. Remnants from him rolled down her leg, Carly smiled sinfully. Morning commutes just got a whole lot better.

By Lynda Gordon