It was quitting time on Friday. All the downtown commuters were busy rushing to the train to find a precious postage stamp sized piece of real estate, or if the gods shone upon them that day, and actual seat. The gods were frowning on Jennifer. It seems she had taken too long to change from her work shoes into her walking shoes and she had arrived at the tra...
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...
He entered the crowded train after a hard days work and was searching for a free seat on the subway, but no such luck. So he had to stand up on this wonderfully crowded LA train car,"aren't I the luckiest man alive", he thought sarcastically to himself. He was just about to let out a sigh of despair until she walked into the car. She had short dark hair, bea...
I am a rather conservative looking, middle-aged woman of average appearance and demeanor. I work as a school psychologist in Los Angeles. My boyfriend Frank is a studio musician who plays bass with many of the up and coming bands in the area. He's also in his late thirties, with sandy brown hair and of no particular physical distinction. He wears glasses and...
I didn't want to go visit my sister. School had just ended for the summer, and here I was, waiting at the train station to go to on a 5-hour train trip I didn't really want to take. I wanted to go to the beach, but no, instead, I would spend 5 hours on a train with a lot of weird old people and then visit my sister in her crappy apartment. The train had jus...
Some of the ideas for this story, and certainly the inspiration, were adapted from a Japanese hentai cartoon, Express Train (there are, of course, quite a few bus and train versions of this theme in Japanese idol movies). I placed the story in the fetish section, as its primary theme is frotteurism. However, it does clearly shade into exhibitionism and voyeu...
"Tickets please." I hear him coming down the train car. What can I say, I like a man in a uniform. And a cap. And a little red tie that I can use to pull him into the dark corners of the train as I head home late at night. We've never exchanged names or numbers, we know nothing about one another. But I like the way his hair curls out from under his cap, an...
It was around Christmas time, I took Karen to the old amusement park in our area, that was famous for the train rides around the cranberry bogs, which had all these Christmas scenes. On the way to the park, Karen was telling me how she loved train rides, they really turned her on, the motion of the train. She reached her hand over to my crotch and rubbed m...
Before exiting the train car's restroom, I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and mopped the juices from around my mouth and chin. I didn't need to go walking back through the car to my seat reeking of sex and having my face looking like a glazed donut; I had never had such an impulsive or hot sexual encounter in my life and my head was spinning. Stepping...
It was a lovely day. She got out of her apartment and sauntered towards the station. She had a train to catch. She was going out of town. Not very far away but still a good three hours of travelling by train. She wore dark glasses and loved watching the reactions of men as she walked. She wasn’t bad looking; she was young, had just completed her 20th birthda...