It was late as I ran for the train. My thoughts still on our time we spent together, our stolen weekend in your bush hut. As I ran for the train, warm droplets of sweat formed on my body, as I vividly recalled out hot weekend of sweet love. I made the last train home just in time. Alighting the train, my eyes searched for an empty seat. I walked passed a fe...
Mandy found herself with a month working on local services, well not so much as local but trains where the journey time was no more than two hours. These were the ones she didn't particularly like as the ability to meet other sexual partners was limited. Today had been a long day and Mandy was now on her last trip of the evening. It was the last commuter/of...
I ride the subway each workday from Queens to Manhattan. It usually gets very crowded in the morning; with too many people Jamming into the subway cars. It isn't Unusual for someone to Brush up against my breasts or ass. Most of The time, I have to believe it's intentional. Sometimes they linger, sometimes they squeeze, and sometimes they rub. There is no Po...
It was one of her favourite parts of the day. That small window of time that she was by herself. Work was finished and she was on the train headed home. Often she caught herself people watching, mostly while on the platform waiting for her connection. Making up stories in her mind of where they had been and where they were going, especially if she saw the sa...
*Author's Note: This is my first attempt at one of the shorter "stroker" style of stories. I actually intended this story to be shorter and get to the action more quickly, but it still develops more quickly than my typical stories. I hope you like it!* ***** I was already running late for work as I jogged down the platform. I ran as fast as my kitten heels...
Call me Miss Horny. That summer I rode the subway every day to the beach. But the train car was always overcrowded, and guys always-accidentally squished against my boobs and ass. Sometimes the guys touched, sometimes they rubbed, and sometimes they got a quick feel of my pussy. But my little kitty found it exciting and erotic, anonymous strangers groping...
It had been a long day. The station was virtually deserted. I had ten minutes until the last train left; mercifully it only made two stops before mine. The whole journey would last no more than forty minutes. I bought a coffee from the Starbucks stand and made my way through the barriers to the front carriage. It was empty, and I headed to a pair of seats at...
Forcing my way through the press of bodies, I glanced at my watch. Damn, it would be a miracle if I made it to work on time. Not only had I missed my usual train, which would be bad enough by itself, but the one I had chosen as my next best bet was running late. Fidgeting on the edge of the platform, I thought of the important client I was supposed to be mee...
Rush hour traffic on the subway; people walking past each other and bodies rubbing together with no erotic connotation whatsoever. Or that is what I used to think, until I met him, on a train to work. As the train hit the breaks, his body slammed into mine and for a concise moment I felt his erection brush against my leg. His eyes met mine, the bashful look...
It was another sweltering July day in the western Japan. Temperatures during summer here can climb upwards of 35 degrees, and with the intense humidity it can feel like well over 40. I had hoped that, upon leaving my one-room apartment, it would start to rain and cool down the city. But, there was no relief in sight... or so I thought. I was waiting at the...