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The Train Ride
by Rachel Childs (address withheld)

***

Rachel sees a sexy man on the London subway - and 
things get quickly out of hand. (MF, reluc, mast, anal, 
rom)

***

As is my fancy when I am not dressed in jeans and a T-
shirt, I enjoy dressing up. I like the 50's look and I 
have a dark blue suit, jacket and full pleated skirt, 
with the hem a few inches above the knee. I usually 
wear stockings, the black sheer shiny type, suspenders 
(or as you call them garter belts) and quite high 
heels. My skimpy knickers are of satin, which make me 
feel really sexy especially since my pubic hair has 
grown quite thick and bushy since a long lost boyfriend 
persuaded me to shave it off. 

I can feel it inside my knickers, fighting with the 
satin as I walk...it is almost arousing. I also wore a 
white brushed nylon blouse which hung and clung to my 
unsupported breasts which seem to acquire a motion of 
there own under it when walking...especially when 
wearing the four inch heels. I am a brunette and my 
long shoulder length hair I wound into a coil on the 
top of my head. I never wear too much make up, but 
enough to arouse interest and accentuate my full lips 
and large eyes. 

Anyway hopefully now you can imagine me, as I tripped 
down to the station and caught the post rush hour 
train. It was a warm sunny spring day and I took no 
overcoat, just a brief case for my notes. The journey 
down was totally uneventful and I arrived at Seymour 
Hall and sat through the rather boring seminar. 

Afterwards I went to a snack bar with some friends I 
met and we chatted, rather forgetting the time and by 
the time I left, it was the rush hour and I had 
forgotten how crowded London becomes at that 
time...really crowded and how people do it day after 
day...well it beats me. Anyway I was standing on the 
underground platform, what you call a sub-way, waiting 
for a train, together with what seemed the rest of the 
world, when I saw a man looking at me...In that way men 
do. To say our eyes met across a crowded station 
platform would be an exaggeration, but we did have that 
intense eye contact.

In that moment my eyes and brain took in the most 
amazing details. He was tall, dark haired, about 40 
years old, slightly olive complexion, Italian? No... 
further south. Egyptian? No... too fine featured. 
Saudi? Kuwait? Perhaps. Lebanese? Yes Lebanese I think. 

Wow! My heart skipped a beat; he was handsome and well-
groomed, Amani suit, silk shirt, and hand made shoes, a 
flash of gold on his hand as he flicked something from 
his jacket. He was slim without appearing thin and in 
that instant before he looked away his eyes seemed like 
deep pools of dark desire... my heart skipped another 
beat. 

I walked slowly back and forth on the platform and he 
watched me all the while, pretending not to, but I saw 
him look away each time I turned. I was parading for 
him, moving my hips and ass and standing rather 
provocatively, with one ass cheek higher than the other 
and legs slightly apart. My jacket fell open revealing 
my breasts, the nipples full of desire and at the 
moment I caught his eyes on me I stopped, drawing his 
eyes to mine and smiled. His reaction was one of 
surprise and sudden anxiety. He licked his lips 
nervously and quickly looked away. 

Oh shame! I thought... but then my daydreaming fantasy 
was rudely interrupted by the warm draft of air coming 
down the platform, indicating the next tube train. The 
people surged forwards and I seemed all of a sudden in 
a crowd. The brakes screeched as it drew to a halt, 
there was a clicking noise and the doors drew back. 
Fortunately I was well positioned and as three or four 
people fought their way out against the tide of the 
waiting crowd, I was pushed forward and forced into the 
train by those behind. 

There was the usual adjustment inside, each with his or 
her standing room; one man deciding that even reading 
the paper with it folded to the size of a handkerchief 
was impossible. So I hung there from the strap, looking 
vaguely into the back of the man in front of me, when 
my senses caught the smell of cologne... my brain 
analysed the aroma... it was Fahrenheit... a classy 
male perfume. It came from behind me and I felt a rush 
of excitement, my neck hairs tingled... It was him, 
behind me. 

We were not touching, but I could feel his heat on me, 
occasionally his breath on my neck and the thought of 
him there started to consume me. If I allowed myself to 
sway with the train's movement, I could feel him 
against me, gently pressing into me. I could sense his 
reciprocal movements and we started playing a game, the 
two of us pressing into each other. 

He was exciting me beyond belief and his image filled 
my mind, one knee started to tremble but I was pulled 
from this image as we arrived at the next station, the 
train jerked and we all swayed with the motion and in 
that instant I felt him against me, pushed into the 
cheeks of my bottom. I had no time to think as more 
people pushed in and we were all packed together even 
closer. There was a general moan as we all felt the 
same emotion... too many people... too close together. 

The train jerked, all the people moving as a mass and 
it rattled away down into the tunnel, the lights 
dimming for some reason. He was still there, pressed 
into me firmly and as I stood still feeling his heat, I 
felt something else too...his rising desire. I relaxed 
my bottom as I felt it pressed into me, my mind working 
out how big he was. He moved with the train, but he 
also was moving with a rhythm of his own... like a 
message to me, and I followed his lead, moving and 
pushing back at him. 

My mouth was dry and I licked my lips and tried to 
swallow the lump developing in my throat. I felt a hand 
on my hip, circling my left cheek and moving to my 
waist then upwards, under my jacket to my left breast. 
I looked down at it and watched as it explored my firm 
orb, the olive skin, the gold signet ring, the 
manicured nails, the finger feeling the hard swollen 
nipple, the thumb joining it and rolling it between 
them. I felt like putty in his hands and all the time I 
could feel his hardness pressed into the space between 
my cheeks. 

I wondered if he could feel the pounding of my heart, 
hear it perhaps as the hand left its investigation 
there and was travelling down to my left cheek again, 
feeling and caressing me. There was a slight hesitation 
as it found the strap of my suspender belt and I could 
hear his mind working out my availability. 

The hem of my dress was being lifted and the hand ran 
over my stockinged thigh, hesitating again as it 
reached my flesh. I sensed a slight tremble in it as it 
felt over and round onto the top and delved beneath my 
knickers into the thicket of my sex. I felt a hot, 
sweet draft of air on my neck as he gasped silently, 
cupping me and drawing me against him hard. I moved my 
left leg to one side for him and his finger found me 
immediately, teasing me open like the morning light on 
a flower, dipping into my sweet nectar like a bee, 
finding my hard stamen and moving it back and forth 
deliciously. 

It was too much, too delicious and I abandoned better 
reason, feeling behind me for him, opening him and 
delving into him as he was into me. It was hard like 
steel, not large or thick, rather delicate like the 
owner and I drew it out feeling and massaging, dragging 
my nails over the circumcised head, it jerking as I did 
so. Sudden panic overcame me as the train thundered 
into the next station, I released him and he me... 
where were we? Did I care? Oh... relief... quick 
thought six stations to go. 

Then people, one squeezed in front of me to get out and 
some more squeezed in from the platform. We were pushed 
back into a corner by the door, his arm now around my 
waist, securing me to him. We resumed our activities as 
I looked about in the carriage to see if we were 
noticed, but everyone seemed in a daze, tired after a 
day's work. He was more urgent now and his hand was 
behind me, feeling my cheeks, pulling the knickers to 
one side and feeling through and under me. 

I managed to spread my feet apart as he cupped my slit, 
feeling my wetness, sliding a finger along it and up to 
my anus, making me wet there too. He managed with 
finger and thumb to excite me in both places and I 
leaned as far forward as was possible as he entered my 
sex. The thumb was at the other hole and pressing 
there, gently but firmly and as I became excited it 
opened for it and his thumb slid into me too. 

I wondered what we would do and in my mind I saw a 
session of quick mutual stimulation. I felt his balls 
and then started to pump him as he fingered me... so 
deliciously... I was not far from an orgasm and 
prepared myself to come quietly. 

Another station, more people but the train was now so 
full that no one attempted to board. There was a loud 
whirring as the train stood there, a violent jerk, then 
off it speed again, into the tunnel and gaining 
speed... then a slowing... a jerk...and a screeching as 
it came to a standstill. A general moan came from the 
people, and then the lights dimmed and we all looked 
around in the strange light. 

I felt my skirt being lifted at the back, and he pulled 
himself out of my hand while sliding his thumb out of 
me, quickly replacing it with his penis at the 
entrance. I stiffened, not believing that he was 
thinking about fucking me in the train. I was wrong, he 
was and I felt him start to push into me. I looked over 
my shoulder, my eyes wide with panic, whispering a 
'no'. I clenched my strong cheeks together and halted 
his progress, but fate intervened, the train jerked and 
pulled away quickly, some passengers losing balance, 
one falling back against me, pushing me back into him 
as my muscles released and he slid into me to the hilt. 

I yelled out with surprise and some pain at the force 
of the impalement, the man who pushed me apologised 
thinking he had trodden on me. He looked strangely at 
me for a moment as he saw my mouth agape and eyes wide, 
then looked away. I could feel his hairs against my 
bottom, such was the depth of his penetration, but all 
was forgotten as he started to thrust in and out. 

He was, as I said not large, ideal in fact for this 
activity, and I was not far away from an intense 
orgasm. He pushed and thrust into me, his hand finding 
my breast again, the nipple now long and thick with 
excitement. The other hand cupped me in the front 
drawing me onto him as he willed, then he stiffened and 
I felt his penis pump as he filled me, my own silent 
madness filling my head as he did so. 

The train pulled into the next station and he slowly 
withdrew, re-arranging my dress for me. I leaned 
against him and he softly kissed my neck as we passed 
the next station. No words were said, but the feelings 
were strong. I reached up for the strap to leave when 
my station arrived, and looked round at him and smiled. 

His eyes were full of wonder and emotion and he took my 
hand and kissed the back of it, looking into my face... 
Oh those eyes... I hesitated, I wanted to kiss him, I 
wanted him to make love to me properly, I wanted to eat 
him... I wanted... I wanted, but I turned and walked 
between the doors as they were shutting. I watched as 
the train slowly took him away, our eyes locked 
together... then he was gone, it was over. 

I walked slowly along the platform with a strange 
mixture of emotions, like waking from an erotic dream. 
Then the light, the sun, normality again, the feelings 
already withering and falling from me like leaves in 
the autumn breeze... I sighed.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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