This story may not be very revealing but it is absolutely true. It also doesn't contain any sex so if you're looking for slut wife, group sex, and those type of stories please don't even bother reading about this adventure. Recently my wife T and I decided to take an AMTRAK train ride since it had been many years since the last time we'd been on a train. We...
We have stopped at Macarthur station, grey sky outside and the doors standing open, waiting for the Concord-bound train to come by for the transfers; the wind is whipping by, lashing sheets of rain across the platform. You come up the escalator into a flurry of cold water, a gust right in your face that blows your short coat open and spatters your shirt with...
Her: Walking toward the platform at Knightsbridge station, I struggle to keep my modesty because my short loose skirt wants to float around my hips with every step. I curse my vain American attempt to appear less touristy as the designer shoes pinch my toes. My bare legs are getting so many lewd looks from men of all ages, even at this early hour of the day...
The noise was unbearable. Commuting from the city centre to the outskirts of London during rush hour every day was a nightmare at the best of times. Elbowing your way onto the train in a fight to get one of the last seats remaining and, if you were one of the lucky few who managed this small victory, you were always left sitting next to the heavy-set guy who...
I ride the subway each workday from Queens to Manhattan. It usually gets very crowded in the morning; with too many people Jamming into the subway cars. It isn't Unusual for someone to Brush up against my breasts or ass. Most of The time, I have to believe it's intentional. Sometimes they linger, sometimes they squeeze, and sometimes they rub. There is no Po...
Michelle & I finished dinner at about 6:45pm. She talked non-stop about everything from the weather to politics. There was an anxious tone in her voice when she spoke. She was probably feeling a sense of guilt & nervousness because in the past 4 hours, unbeknownst to her, I had watched her allow herself to be molested by a massage therapist & groped by a g...
It is 11.30pm and I am finally on the train after a long day in the office with meeting after meeting and then a few drinks with the client afterwards. The train is surprisingly empty tonight. There are only a few seats taken and after a few stops they have all left. Just as the doors are closing, you dart through them somehow managing not to get caught i...
The Train Journey Hubby was going down to London on business. So I phoned my Aunt Rose and we agreed to meet for a bit of shopping and lunch. She lives in Stratford, which is about an hour's drive away. We try and get out together every now and again to catch up on the gossip. I'd told Auntie that I would come down on the train, this would give us both the...
It's 7am, I'm sitting on the train drinking my coffee when he gets on. It's been about six weeks since we started sharing the same commute and it's become the best part of my day. We've never spoken but there's definitely sparks. We mostly just look at each other, I can tell there is an attraction between us but neither of us has ever made a move. I can't he...
Chad put his hand on my arm, tugging me towards the wall of the train station. Holding my hands with his he pinned me against the cold wall, moving his lips over my skin to find my mouth, dragging a deep kiss from me who’s like I hadn’t felt since before we’d been married. “Kelsey,” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “I’m dying to have you...