I tapped a woman on the shoulder. She was standing next to me on the Yonge Subway platform. She turned and looked straight into my eyes. She was a player and understood the rules of the game. Months before, Toronto had joined the dozens of other cities participating in Sex-Train – a game taking spirited subway travelers by storm. The rules were simple. Se...
I crossed my legs slowly and smoothed my short skirt around my thighs, leaning back into the thinly cushioned velvet seat. The Moscow Subway was moving slowly this Wednesday evening, for track maintenance, because switchers were down, or because of a small fire, it would never be known. The subway car was mostly empty. Only a handful of people had their no...
I've always been kinda daring, or stupid whichever applies. Ever since I first got caught masturbating in 5th grade, I've had an addiction to that kind of thrill. Getting wrecked by a silent orgasm in a crowd of people and desperately trying to stay quiet, or just simply hiding in the back of the bus and daring myself to get completely naked, just to see how...
I was dressed unusually that day, black flip flops with sparkles on them, no socks, no bra. I was wearing a pair of black lace g-string panties, and a strapless silvery tube top with a knee length flowing black skirt that would flutter when I walked, that had silver flowers embroidered at the hem and along the seam and waist line. It had been a long day at t...
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...
c1992w's Notes: This a Cheating Wife, new Romance, and a new lease on life story. The usual warnings apply: No hot sex here - it is adult fiction - and contains my POV - All errors are mine. NOTE: My dialog is such that 'people don't talk like my characters talk.' So, please read someone else's work for those who are looking for that. June and Tom's Big...
With July in full swing, the temperatures here in the Boston area have begun to soar. Days with temps in the 90s are one of those things you have to get used to if you live in Massachusetts in the summer: it's right up there along with cowboy drivers on Storrow Drive or a Red Sox-Yankees pennant race, or -- if you want to go that far -- the State Police patr...
"Oh My God" she breathed as the lights suddenly went out. The subway train came to a screeching halt. It was a warm summers evening and she had worn a light sundress because of the warmth earlier in the day. Thinking she would take a shortcut through town and visit her sister, Michelle sat with her purse clasped tightly in her hand. She nervously looked aro...
I was 22 and on my first trip to NYC. I was a bit adventurous at times when the mood struck, but also knew to present myself well. At 5'2, I was definitely overweight, but carried it all in my ass and hips. Growing up, most white guys distanced themselves but black and hispanic guys fawned over me. I had taken my dad on a surprise trip to see the Yankees p...
The negative space of the reflection in the subway car's window dipped into my neck, rounding off over my shoulder and ending at the seat back. I sat, eyes vacant, braid tossed over my shoulder, my head hanging to the side so far my muscles were clearly outlined in the reflection of the window across from me. The train screeched into a station and the doors...