After that summer, I had some experiences with anonymous women on the subways. One time, when I was taking the train to Manhattan I was sitting woman across from an older woman wearing a short pink skirt. She looked at me, licked her lips, and spread her thighs. She kept doing this, giving me peeks at her panties. My cock was getting hard, and I began lickin...
This is a 3rd person fiction story about my fantasies of being a Pantysissy. All characters in this story are made up, and are all over the ages of 18. ***** Jay was on his way back to New York from a weeklong work conference in Chicago. He decided to take Amtrak back to NYC. He got on the train in Chicago and noticed a hot young blonde woman in her 20s s...
For Frisky... ******** The train was crowded. The closely packed passengers bumped against each other as the car rocked back and forth. It was evening rush hour on a suffocatingly hot summer day. Bored-looking businessmen loosened their ties and stared out windows. Women struggled to keep their balance in high-heeled shoes and stylish business suits. The a...
I WASN'T CONVINCED, BUT THE COMMENTS AND EMAILS YOU HAVE SENT THINK THAT THERE IS SOME MORE IN THIS STORY, SO HERE IS PART 5. FOR NEW READERS I STRONGLY RECOMMEND YOU CATCH UP WITH THE PREVIOUS STORIES TO GET THE BACKGROUND AND UNDERSTAND THE CHARACTERS. * Jane raised her car window, gave me a naughty smile and drove off before I could answer. I stood th...
Chapter 2 The Kid The teenage clerk was looking at him with a blank stare, like someone trying to peer through a dirty window. The clerk craned his neck to look past the angry man in the grey pinstriped suit standing at the counter in front of him. The man realized the clerk was looking at something behind him and turned to see what it was. "What is it?"...
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CHAPTER 3 "They're closing the gate. Hang on!" Angelina stepped on the accelerator until it touched the floor of the car. The Hybrid lurched forward, smashing through the half closed gates of, The Grand Gate, and out into the street. "The stati...train stat...fuck!" "What?" Amanda took a deep breath in an effort to calm her racing heart. There was nothi...
The fluorescent lights in the station buzzed incessantly, and as Chloe fed her travel card through the ticket machine she cursed the day she jumped a light at 60 miles per hour in her flashy new car. Her punishment; having to travel to and from work by tube and endure the various delays, dysfunctional members and bad odours of society that came with it, for...
Cassandra hated being late. In general she disliked random changes to her schedule, but in particular she disliked being late because it usually threw off several dozen parts of her day in one fell swoop. In this particular incident, she had missed her train home from work, and the backup train, and the backup train for the backup train. Her last chance was...
The note just said, "Be at the train station at 7 p.m. Get on the express train at your regular stop. Be sure to take the 4th car and go to the very rear of the car. Don't plan on sitting down." Of course it also went into explicit details of what I was to be wearing. I was to have on my short black leather mini skirt and 4" heels. My blouse was to be the sh...