A typical day on the train for me... (911 hits)
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Submitted by j t <jcricket1120.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-03-30 12:50:26 EST
I was on the redline train headed to Boston, bright and early on my way to work when I started to zone out. Thank Buddha that she decided to pick that exact time to walk in.
She had shoulder-length blonde hair and hypnotically, beautiful, blue-green eyes. I don't quite have the words to describe her, but it was pretty safe to say that she was Beauty, personified.
She stood there near the doorway and grabbed onto the nearest pole because all of the seats were taken.
I knew that she was on her way to work as well because she had the crazy, sexy, navy-blue power suit with matching skirt, and sneakers combo going.
Man, does that sneaker and suit mix make me hot... Try as she might, there was no hiding that body of hers under that suit.
She looked in my direction and we held a gaze for a brief moment as we stood there for a split-second locked in time, until I, of course, smiled at her.
She turned away to face the other direction but I could still see her in the reflection of the tinted glass, with a tiny little smile on her pretty face. And she, could obviously see me as well, through the looking glass...
The morning light was fighting its way through the barricade of trees to shed its strengthening light on the train. I realized its futility though, because the train would soon enter the tunnel and the inhabitants of the train would temporarily be enveloped in darkness.
The gentle thrum of the train headed along its preordained path as usual.
...
That's it.
Into the tunnel we go.
The last of the morning's sun is gone.
We're still watching each other in the reflection, her and I, except now, everyone's suddenly gone and the train's empty.
There is no panic or need for worry though, there is only the gentle hum of the train.
I walk over to her slowly and I know that we're still on the train, but it doesn't feel or move like a train now. The floor is steady and it's easy to walk without fear of falling anymore.
The sound of the train fades slowly into the background until it's just the sound of my heart thumping slowly in my chest.
She, with her eyes still on me, unhurriedly and methodically removes her suit jacket and places it on one of the seats. She's just wearing a plain, slightly sheer white blouse and you can see her white bra underneath the thin material. Man, do I love that.
I come up behind her and she tries to turn to speak to me, but I place my index finger to my lips to silence her, and I just point to our reflections in the darkened window.
We can see each other clearly now.
Just us, in the reflection.
Instinctively she doesn't say anything and she just watches.
Still standing behind her, I place my right hand gently on her hip and I instantly feel her body stiffen just the slightest bit.
I use my left hand to sweep her hair to the side, exposing the wonderfully smooth, soft nape of her neck. I deliberately bring my face and lips within inches of that delicate skin and I hold it there for just a moment so that she can feel my warm breath on her.
The slight dampness to her hair and that shampoo smell tells me that this woman is fresh from the shower. I couldn't begin to tell you how much I love that.
Although we are complete strangers, we embrace as if we're old lovers who've been kept apart for far too long against our wills. I want to kiss her, but I know that I must savor every precious, remaining moment that I have with her.
Plus, it makes things that much more unbearable for her when I tease.
All that I allow myself to do is rub my lips gently against the back of her neck. Her eyes flutter the slightest bit and she tilts her head to the side so that I can get better access to more of her skin. The tiniest, cutest little goosebumps appear as a gentle, audible sigh escapes her mouth.
Maintaining contact with her skin, I part my lips slightly as if I were going to say or do something else, but I just smile and continue nuzzling against her neck.
My lips just want to enjoy the ultimate pleasure that is the touch of her bare flesh.
My hands...on the other hand, are already working on the buttons of her blouse.
I take great care to not touch her breasts as I'm undoing her shirt. She doesn't want it badly enough yet.
I want to touch her as little as possible on the front of her body so that she will know what it truly means to "yearn" for something.
I start to kiss her lightly on the back of her neck and she moves forward a little bit away from me. I look up to see a devious, little smile on her face.
So she wants to play huh?
I lick my lips and give a little grin myself. I nod my head in the reflection for her to look downwards.
Her gaze followed mine downward.
Apparently, the buttons of her blouse proved to be of little use against my hands... what a pity...
We both watch the reflection of ourselves as I gingerly open her shirt to reveal the exquisite prize underneath...
My grin broadens into a smile that's now wider than hers.
She in turn, bites her bottom lip and looks at me with hungry eyes... Man I love that.
I think that the "yearning" has just started.
Holding the sides of her shirt, I deliberately slide them down while caressing her arms and simultaneously letting my naughty fingers lazily, graze against the sides of her breasts.
All inhibitions and cares in the world fall to the floor along with her blouse...
On my way down, I stick out the tip of my tongue and let it gradually run down her bare back as I make my descent.
My hands gravitate to the outside of her thighs and my fingertips trail down with me.
I spend some time kissing the area behind her knees because I know that very few guys give a single thought to that wonderful collection of nerve endings.
When both of my hands meet me at the bottom of her ankles, I decide that it's time to move towards the inside track.
On my leisurely journey back up her body, I ever so gently graze the backs of my fingers along the insides of her thighs.
A slight, perceptible tremor is felt through her legs.
I stand all the way up and begin kissing and flicking my tongue against the nape of her neck again, but for some odd reason, my hands have seemed to have stalled on her ample bottom.
I lift the skirt just enough to hook my thumbs onto the sides of her panties and with a gentle, little tug, I start my descent back down, with my tongue lollygagging behind the whole way.
Her panties are white and lacy. White, high-heeled shoes have somehow replaced her sneakers. The panties slide easily off of her legs. I slip them into my jacket pocket for easy recovery later.
My body is now flush against her backside as I start my creep upwards. I make sure that my fingertips drag lazily along the front of her legs and thighs. She noticeably, leans forward and sticks out her wonderful posterior just a little more.
As you might imagine, friction is currently my best friend .
She places her hands firmly against the front of my thighs and tries to move them inward, but she is not sly, nor quick enough.
I grab her hands before they reached their intended target(s) and I raise her arms skyward.
With my fingers interlocked with hers, we grab the pole above our heads.
I lean in real close and give her a little lick, and then a gentle tug on her earlobe with my teeth.
I whisper to her, "Hold on. You really don't want to let go" and with a grin, I add, "Trust me".
Her lovely eyes meet mine again, and she nods in agreement.
My hands leave hers and she continues to hold onto the bar above. We both watch in the reflection as my hands start their gradual descent yet again, down the front of her body.
My hands reach the mecca that is the exposed fullness of her breasts...
...
...
The intercom came on and the crackly voicebox of the conductor said, "South Station. Please exit for the commuter rail."
My eyes open, and I shake off any bit of grogginess as I realize that this is my stop.
I get up and walk by her, while she's intently listening to her walkman.
I'm waiting for others to exit off of the packed train, but then we make eye contact and we held a gaze for a brief moment as we stood there for a split-second locked in time, until I, of course, smiled at her.
She smiled back and I thanked her internally for being with me during a short train ride to work.
I climbed up the stairs, out of the depths, out of the darkness, and out of South Station.
I blinked when I got outside for the sun was shining bright in the sky.
I checked my jacket pocket to see if I still had my lacy prize. I settled for a stick of Orbitz instead.
I put on my head phones and listened as Howard Stern prepared me for another beautiful day in the city...
User Reviews
Submitted by StonedSilly (user info) at 2004-04-24 11:27:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
<boner>
This story was excellent.
Well written, descriptive, and fun.
Thanks.
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Submitted by jcricket (user info) at 2004-03-30 22:35:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
haha
congo: hey man, in my imagination, she was very, very willing. hell, she was playful even.
coffee: i apologize for any inconvenience that i might have caused you. but i'll take that as a compliment *high fives self
liquid, shadow, eagle, and green: thanks for the praise.
with so many exceptional writers on here, i definitely felt horribly outmatched and out of place. although i'm clearly outgunned, i'm going to try to stick around for a bit.
keep doing all of the things that you guys do.
Submitted by GreenRiver (user info) at 2004-03-30 21:31:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by AlwaysAnEagle (user info) at 2004-03-30 21:23:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh MY goodness. Yikes.
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2004-03-30 17:54:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
sexy
Submitted by LiquidCougar (user info) at 2004-03-30 17:31:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Excellent. Well done.
Submitted by Coffeeisgood (user info) at 2004-03-30 15:31:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Excuse me, but I need to go and change my panties.
Submitted by congo (user info) at 2004-03-30 14:22:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
nice.
If she was real, you could always leave her a message on the boston.com Second Chances. ;)
"You: Beauty personified on the red line.
Me: The guy who mentally raped you.
Let's get coffee."
Submitted by jcricket (user info) at 2004-03-30 14:04:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
hello all, thanks for the comments. when i'm bored where ever i go, i have a couple of mental tricks that i use to keep myself entertained. I'll think of entertaining experiences of the past, songs that I like, or once in a while, i'll spin a little fantasy.
spinning fantasies is how i managed to stay awake all throughout high school and college.
this experience happened about a week ago, so in actually, it is kind of like a typical day for me on the train. I just tried to recreate what really happened as closely as possible and offer it up to the nice folks at uber. except for some of the minor descriptive stuff, everything that was in this entry was how things played out in my mind's eye.
good times.
what kind of fantasies do you spin?
Submitted by Supremebeing (user info) at 2004-03-30 13:30:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Well written story so plus one.
I would leave out the "Man I love that" phrase next time though.
Also maybe try coming up with something a little more original next time. For example maybe comming up with a bizare twist or something amusing.
The ending kind of disappointed me because I was hoping to see something like, while you were daydreaming some bum picked your pocket or was wiping snot on your leg. Whatever but you get the idea. Thats just the kind of thing I like to read. Im sure others may disagree.
Other than that I liked it. Good work!
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2004-03-30 13:26:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
hot!
Submitted by freebie (user info) at 2004-03-30 13:21:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is good. Well written.
Submitted by youarsoghey (user info) at 2004-03-30 12:56:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I only ever see weirdoes on the Red Line. Weirdoes and hippies.
Submitted by Judoka (user info) at 2004-03-30 12:52:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
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