Let me tell you about a day while coming home on the train. I got on the Metra Train, it was a cold Chicago day snowy and windy. Once I found a seat and sat down the woman behind me was talking on her cell phone, no big deal. I saw she was light brown skin with a cute face but that was all I could see. While sitting there I heard her conversation. She was ta...
(This is my fourth story for Literotica) * Here I am. I'm riding the Circle Line tube train round and round. I have been round London three times already. I stay in the same seat. I drink Cherry Coke. Different men sit opposite me. Men come and go. They look up my skirt. I encourage them. I swing my legs high when I cross my legs. I am in no doubt that th...
Wake up this day with almost a need for my husband buried inside. Look around and while the sky is not lit soon will be. Sigh and put head back on Dan, if we try Sashi and Balik will wake up afore the finish. Since Bonita and Chad finally got to go on a hunt that means we stop there so I can go and see to them both. Not for the first time I find myself wis...
She stepped onto the platform and looked around, it was quiet and deserted as most stations are at midnight only party goers and late workers are using the tube at this hour usually. She stood looking at the information bar that indicated that the next Central line train was due in 3 minutes and heading out to West Ruislip. That's my train she thought to he...
Marie's breasts were incontestably the most beautiful I had ever seen, including those I have seen since. By every measure of beauty they were unsurpassed: size, firmness, shape, the space between them and the cleavage that offered, the way they held firm when she lay down, the slight bounce and vibration when she walked, the size of her nipples. Everything....
"Barry," Diane looked up from the morning paper she was reading and studied her husband. "Why don't we take a trip on a train somewhere?" "Sounds like fun Diane. What did you have in mind?" Barry asked sipping his morning coffee. "Well, an overnight trip I think, with a sleeping car. Does that sound like fun?" Barry got up and walked over behind his wife...
A short story written after I saw one girl stare at another on my train. And I admit to avoid proof reading a much longer story. Enjoy and, as always, comments welcome. It was so much easier, now that the trains had bike compartments. No more struggling to get the bike onto the train and no more getting in everyone's way. Following my afternoon ride, I...
Well, it's been about two weeks since me and my wife has done anything real kinky. She come home after work and said that Dee Dee and her husband Sam was going to be coming over tonight. She told me that Dee Dee has been wanting to fuck me and that she has fantasies of me and her fucking and me eating my cum out of her pussy. I have seen Dee Dee before and s...
Anna and I had wanted a bit of holidays for a long time and I thought about going to Venice on the Orient Express. We both love long train journeys, as long as they are comfortable enough to allow us to rest, and I just thought this was a great opportunity to enjoy the journey as much as the destination. For the occasion, I had bought her a new edition of Mu...
Peggy was jostled as the train lurched forward and pulled out of the station. She was heading back to the Bordeaux Region of France to meet up with her husband and his golfing partners. As she fell back into her seat and looked out the window Peggy reflected on her time in Paris with her new friends, Marcel and Mathilda. It was an unbelievable extended weeke...