Sylvia hated the fact she was late finishing work, it meant an hour's journey on what she called "the sardine tin". She normally finished at 4pm, the underground was still busy but she always managed to grab a seat. Now it was 5.15, she was being sucked along with the throng of people all heading for Liverpool street station. Sylvia was 44, had been marrie...
Love at first sight, a married man meets the dream woman of his sexual fantasies on the commuter train to work. Continued from Chapter 01: Just eighteen years old, he was so very, sexually excited kissing Mary Elizabeth, his prom date. French kissing her, he felt her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples. Then, after he fingered her pussy, she sucke...
Thankfully she sank into her seat, almost immediately closing her eyes, blocking out the vision of the train, the few passengers; a mother and small son, one or two generic business men, the punk, and some teenage kids. She normally took an earlier train, always packed with the after-work commuters. But tonight she had had some 'must be done' tasks at work....
It was official; states across America were locking down to avoid the global pandemic of COVID-19 (the Corona Virus) from devastating their towns. Luckily, my boss had sent us home early on Tuesday. Like everyone else, I, too, was glued to the news on Wednesday and Thursday. On Friday morning, with the reports confirming that this virus was a long way from b...
I dare you. I take you to the station; the train is waiting. “Ok” I say, “ it’s a turn around commuter train. It goes to Manchester then comes back, only two stops. On the way there it will possibly be too full for you to carry out the dare, but coming back, at 11pm, it should be empty enough for you to fulfil the dare. Are you still up for it?” “Yes,” Y...
6/7/2003 11:26 PM Cummuters! Part One By ShiremanUK Chapter I The train was already crowded as I got in, and not for the first time, I cursed my parents' decision to move out of town to live in the leafy suburbs. The move had condemned me to this daily awfulness of a train journey to school in the height of the rush hour. They had both worked hard to kee...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was...
Riding the train home outta Chicago, it was almost empty except for one woman who sat in the way back and a few ladies in front. The woman in back had a pleasant look on her face as she looked straight ahead while riding home. I'd seen her a few times before on the train, but generally I made it a practice not to talk to others on the train, because I did...
Several years ago there was this government sponsored campaign in the Netherlands that included large posters at the railway stations. I don't recall what the campaign was about -- safe sex probably -- but do remember the graphic nature of the posters and the commotion they caused. The posters pictured an 18-year-old boy and girl seated on a bed about to hav...
Train I was stood in a queue waiting to buy my train ticket at the station; I was going to see a friend down in London. I was glad that the train would be on time this times, the last time I went, it was late. Looking around to see how many people were in front of me, I noticed the guy in front. I sighed softly as I waited my turn glancing up and down his b...