Elizabeth Moore closed and latched the door to her compartment, stowed her bags away overhead and settled into the seat. Glancing out the train window, she noted the cold gray drizzle that hung over the cityscape like one of Whistler's fogs, and reflected that an uneventful train journey was not an unpleasant prospect. She leaned back against the cushion, he...
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...
My boyfriend and I had just been to dinner with his parents, and we were coming home on the subway. We hadn’t been together long, so keeping our hands off each other for a whole night had been kind of a struggle. It was late at night so the subway train was quiet, there were only a few other people in our carriage. We sat down and I rested my head on his sh...
She wished Phillip paid a little more attention. After all, they had been married long enough for him to remember a simple thing like her birthday. None of her staff had remembered either, although if she were honest that was mostly by design. She had carefully cultured a professional distance in her role as manageress. Friendly, with an open door but very p...
Disclaimer: Like all stories on this site, you must be over 18 to read this story. This story features adult only content, if you are offended by this type of material please don't read this. * It had been a long day at work and I was glad to be finally going home. You had told me you were on your way so I waited patiently at the corner for you. We had bee...
Another year soon passed, another year untouched, but this was no ordinary birthday. I would soon turn thirty, about to start my fourth decade with my wall still up, my cave unexplored, a virgin still, through and through. And I was frustrated about that, let's not kid ourselves. I had been perpetually lascivious ever since my discovery of fingering at the a...
Julie wanted sex, no, she needed it and the bit of playing on the phone with her husband the night before didn't help any. Yeah it was kind of exciting, but he had been traveling for over a week and she needed more than his voice to satisfy her. Even after she brought herself to orgasm running her fingers over her clit as he described how he wanted to eat he...
Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read Part One first. *** Chapter Eighteen Once I'd become aware that I could bring my dream subjects along to different places and times just through physical contact, I'd initially limited those interactions to bedtime to pass them off as dreams. With the accidental encounter on the train, I was st...
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...
When I press her, my gf tells me stories of sex she had before we met. The Train Story I've heard a few times, always a little bit more each time, so I'll give my understanding as much as I know. She usually opens up and tells these stories when she's sat up with my cock in her, having sex physically and mentally. Makes for one hell of a combination. General...