Amy came back into the studio wearing the pleated skirt and platform shoes, with a sweater. The weather had been getting cooler over the last few weeks, so they were not inappropriate clothes to be wearing. It was a fairly eccentric outfit for a girl like Amy to be wearing, but it wasn't as attention-grabbing as whatever she would normally go out in. It was...
It was a lovely day. She got out of her apartment and sauntered towards the station. She had a train to catch. She was going out of town. Not very far away but still a good three hours of travelling by train. She wore dark glasses and loved watching the reactions of men as she walked. She wasn’t bad looking; she was young, had just completed her 20th birthda...
It was a nice warm evening with a cool breeze that filled the air. I decided to call into a local bar and wind down with a glass of cool fresh orange, I had an hour to pass before my train journey home. Having paid for my drink, I made my way to a table in the corner that overlooked the people walking by; I enjoy gazing at the complete strangers going about...
Sam had told me if I took the A-Train that I might witness some 'interesting,' if not 'wonderful' events—let's simply put it this way: events that leave even a sophisticated wmn like me wondering.... Business took me to New York and on my last free morning in Manhattan, Sam sent me instructions AND a picture.... The instructions told me exactly which train...
The train slowed as it turned into the loop line of the station, its aging wagons creaking, clanging, and rumbling before coming to a stop with a screech of brakes. It was a goods-train, a long one, so long that the engine and the last wagon, the guard's van, were both well outside the precincts of the small rural station. Vasan, the guard of the train put o...
Some of the ideas for this story, and certainly the inspiration, were adapted from a Japanese hentai cartoon, Express Train (there are, of course, quite a few bus and train versions of this theme in Japanese idol movies). I placed the story in the fetish section, as its primary theme is frotteurism. However, it does clearly shade into exhibitionism and voyeu...
Soma99 helped with proofreading and made some helpful suggestions. ***** Day 1 -- Union Station -- Toronto, ON It was just after 9:00 AM as my connecting train pulled, late, into Toronto Union Station. I was a little apprehensive, but the VIA Rail staff had assured me that they were holding the trans-continental Canadian train for me and a few others th...
Forcing my way through the press of bodies, I glanced at my watch. Damn, it would be a miracle if I made it to work on time. Not only had I missed my usual train, which would be bad enough by itself, but the one I had chosen as my next best bet was running late. Fidgeting on the edge of the platform, I thought of the important client I was supposed to be mee...
Cindy was a college freshman. Blonde hair, freckles, blue eyes and a good body with extra large breasts, she was a looker all right. But still so innocent and inexperienced. A Catholic girls high school education helped ensure that. She'd dated some, kissed a few boys, but always stopped the action before it got too hot. Cindy was what you'd call a "good g...
Warning: Adult content is obviously included in this story. Please do not read unless you are over 18. * * * * * I used to ride the train for hours alone. The 7:40 pm to Vanguard avenue. The 8:20 to Hollyhock St. The entire night I would sit on the lonely train and look out over the city, the lights of homes, and offices showing like stars through the blac...