(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...
Several weeks after I had been with the owl girl it was the end of semester, and I was going back to my home town in the north of the state. Previously I had done the fourteen hour trip in the second class coaches on the train (sitting up or sleeping on the luggage racks), but this time I had booked a sleeper. As it was the winter break, the nights were long...
Although I was in Germany on holidays, today I wasn't having a particularly good time. I'd misread the train timetable and missed the train I'd planned to catch. So instead of getting an off-peak hour train with few passengers, I was on a peak hour train. When I got on, most of the seats were already taken. Rather than asking people to move over or move the...
It was a raining cats and dogs here in L.A. Cathy and I walked in to Union Station amidst throngs of passengers trying to catch a train to their intended destinations. With just one piece of luggage in tow, we were waiting on the platform for the Metrolink train that would take us to San Bernadino. "Mark, can't we visit your folks next time?" asked Cathy....
On the way home from work, a man has anal sex on a train with a stranger. Without even turning around to look at him, she reached her hand around behind herself to touch him, to feel him, and to hold his cock in her warm hand. With her holding his cock in her hand while slowly stroking him, as if giving him a not so subtle sign, this sexy bitch was ready f...
On the way home from work, a man anally molests a stranger on a train. The furthest he's ever gotten to freely touching, feeling, and groping a woman's nearly naked ass on a moving train, he was so excited. Not wanting to make a mistake by rushing things, if she didn't know what he was doing behind her, he'd rather keep it that way. By going slow and takin...
*Author's Note: This is my first attempt at one of the shorter "stroker" style of stories. I actually intended this story to be shorter and get to the action more quickly, but it still develops more quickly than my typical stories. I hope you like it!* ***** I was already running late for work as I jogged down the platform. I ran as fast as my kitten heels...
She arrives at the train station well in advance of her scheduled train. With time to spare, her thoughts wander in anticipation of this new adventure. Nervously, she finds a spot to sit down on a nearby bench as she waits for her train. Although she knew that leaving behind everything she had known was going to be rough, she never anticipated that it would...
I stood on the hot train platform trying my best to squeeze into the sliver of shade that was falling on the pavement. The strap from my bag was causing a strip of sweat to spread over my shoulder. With nowhere to sit, I had little choice but to stand in front of the train doors, waiting for the whim of the conductor to open them. I was on my way home after...
"Damn, I hate it when the train is late. Now I'll get home late." The train pulls up in front of me and the doors open. It's very busy. I debate to myself about whether or not to wait for the next one, but I'm already late. I step on. Standing room only, again. I hate standing; the crowds, the heat, sweaty people, the noise. I turn on my headphones and grab...