It was just after twelve when the massive iron train pulled into the blustery station. The wind blew right through this place and chilled commuters to the bone. Men, women and children lined the platform waiting for their turn to mount the next train. The train pulling in at platform twelve was not for the average commuter, this train was headed for warmer c...
(This story is real except for the names. It took place on September 1985. This is my first story ever and I hope you'll like it.) I dry docked my 28 footer in Perama west of Athens, packed my clothes and started my journey to Amsterdam to join a nice Dutch woman I met while sailing the Greek islands. It was going to be a long and boring train - ferry - t...
I took a trip to Europe one summer and I bought an all-access train pass so I could travel freely from country to country. I had come originally with a group of friends but had to take a short excursion by myself to meet an old friend in Amsterdam. My friends would meet me there the following week. I got on the train late at night after drinking and smokin...
I was out at a dance club with some friends on Saturday night. Clubbing isn't really my scene though, and I soon found myself very bored. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning. I was having an awful time, and if I didn't leave then, I would miss the last subway train and have to take a $50 cab ride home. So I said goodbye to...
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...
I boarded the train, the air rising from the space between the tracks and the platform teasing over my naked sex as my skirt rose a little. I pushed it down, blushing as if everyone around me knew that I had nothing on under the knee length skirt. I looked around the crowded car; I didn't see Mr. 12th floor so I moved toward the back and grabbed the bar ab...
"What had she done?" Her conscience scolded her. She boarded and sat in a twin seat at the back of the night train to her stop. It was another hour away yet and then a further 15 minute walk to her home. A home where her husband and children were and the family dog. The carriage was empty and nothing could be heard except for the rhythmic engine and wheels...
This is going to be awkward. I knew if ever the day came, and I honestly hoped it never would, it was going to be awkward. This was the first time I had ever attended the shareholders meeting; my mother had left me her shares in her Will. I had always wanted to come to the conference and see for myself what went off, after all it is not normal for someone l...
The fields and trees rush by your window as you watch them from the passenger seat. It's dusk after a clear, sunny, short-sleeve spring day. The sun just set over a hill behind you. There will be enough light to see for another hour. You're wearing what you were told to wear: heels, a light summer dress, nothing else. Your panties and bras are stuffed in y...
(Disclaimer: These characters are mine. Any similarities between those living and dead, is purely coincidental.) John Vanderbuilt was recently widowed and a young man only twenty-nine years old. Most of his wealth was inherited from his father who had it passed to him by his father. He was from a very long and prestigious line. The old money was made in st...