"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the class of 2008!" Everyone cheered and a few mortarboards flew into the air. Marie looked over at Cindy and gave her a thumbs-up. Cindy smiled back. Yes, high school was finally over. Next there was college to worry about, but for now, Cindy felt good about achieving this milestone. She hung out with her parents for a few...
Chapter 1 - Meet Never been on Eurostar before and the English landscape looks so splended from a train. But I'm getting ahead of myself, probably should begin at the beginning, as David Copperfield said. Factual stuff: 4o year old lesbian who came out...well never really came out, just had the odd encounter with other girls. After leaving school worked i...
The day was one of the most hellacious in a long time. We were doing end of the year closing at the office and I'd been working 12-14 hour days tying up loose ends. I entered the subway station at 1:45 am and waited for the 2 am train. I ran my hands through my hair and exhaled a long breath, very thankful I wasn't working the next day. The train arrived and...
Eve's first day as a married woman began with a light breakfast on the Bridal Suite balcony with her new husband. Eve had been to many weddings where the hung-over guests had breakfast en-masse with the weary bride and groom, their stilted conversations and dishevelled appearance marring the memories of the delightful day before. She had made it clear to al...
If anyone had asked me about my sexual orientation before I met Carly I would have answered 'straight' without a moment's hesitation, but after our encounter in the park I had to admit to being more than a little bisexual. I've wondered since why I had never recognised that aspect of myself before, because it must always have been there - and presumably Carl...
It took fifteen minutes for me to get inside my apartment after the train ride. Those fifteen minutes were agony. The ache in my pussy exceeded that of anything I could remember. I rushed inside, pulling my shirt over my head and unbuttoning my jeans, I collapsed on my couch and quickly fingered my clit to an explosive orgasm. I lay there quivering for a few...
Cynthia Carter paced impatiently back and forth along the train platform as she waited for the 7:10 from New York City to arrive. The station manager had made some sort of announcement about a small track fire causing a minor delay, but Cynthia really hadn't paid it too much attention. All she knew that the longer it took Courtney to arrive, the less time th...
Claire takes the 378 train home everyday home from work. Forty-two minutes from start to stop. Forty-two minutes to read, or text, or rest, play games on her phone. The train starts out crowded, often with many standing. She doesn't mind male or female, young or old sitting next to her. What she does mind is a chatter-box. A tall business woman plops herse...
Dear Frank, you punk: As promised, here is the story I was telling you. Rather than make you remember where I left off, I will tell you the entire story. Jenn used to hate trains and I wanted her to love them as much as I do. One weekend, when Marie would be working an eighteen hour shift on Saturday as well as her usual shift on Sunday, we all realized she...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. Amy pushed her way onto the train, squeezing between two largish gentlemen in suits, and finding a gap just inside the carriage. As she settled herself into position leaning against the back of an occupied seat she felt her eyes subconsciously scanning the faces of her fellow passengers, as they had do...