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A clich?d stranger on a train story...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: shakuru Posted on: 06 Jan 2004 1 comments
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Oh my God! Shak wrote a story in which all of the participants are both adult and unrelated!! Stop the presses!!When I moved to New York City many years ago, I gave up my car. This was a conscious choice that had to do with both financial and health considerations. Basically, I couldn't afford another DUI and was worried that I might kill someone. Hence, I moved to a city with a marvelous rapid transit system. Now I would love to tell you about a wild late night experience of carnal delights on an elevated train under the stars a la Risky Business, but alas, I never managed to reach such heights. In fact, even having lived in NYC for 10 years, I have yet to have sex on a moving subway train. However, I have had a few titillating experiences that took place on the train or began with an encounter on the train.There was the time a few years ago when I lumbered in out of the rain onto an F train in Brooklyn and sat down to contemplate my long ride back to the city. I'd been sitting lost in my own thoughts for a few minutes and a few stops when I noticed the woman directly across from me was looking at me. Well, technically it seemed like she was looking through me. She looked to be in her mid twenties with long dark curls that hung over her shoulders and were swept back off her forehead to allow her piercing green eyes to smolder almost effervescently. She seemed to be lost in thought but her eyes were clearly focused on a spot somewhere beyond the back of me head. I let my eyes fall from her vacant gaze and saw that she had between her legs a long umbrella the handle of which resembled a thick gnarled branch of hickory. The handle was just above her thighs close in to her crotch and her hands were wrapped around it. Her left hand was wrapped around the base of it and seemed to be rhythmically squeezing it and her right hand was slowly sliding up and down the shaft of the handle slipping over the top intermittently, circling and massaging the end of the umbrella handle with her palm and letting her fingertips slide around the shaft.I quickly became engrossed in the movements of her hands on the handle and felt myself becoming aroused as she worked on it. I glanced around the subway car to see if anyone else had picked up on the performance, but they were all lost in their own worlds as is so often the case on the subway. It's kind of a defense mechanism when you're in such close proximity with total strangers to just put yourself somewhere else in your mind and clearly the brunette with the umbrella was far, far, away from the F train.When my eyes came back to her I found that she'd closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly, almost as if she was dozing and to the casual viewer surely she seemed to be doing just that. But to anyone who'd been paying attention, like me for instance, could tell that her movements on the umbrella handle had picked up a bit of intensity, just a bit, not enough to really be noticeable. Watching her face closely I could see the tiniest hint that she was enjoying something, the slight flare to her nostrils, the way she wet her lips ever so slightly every few minutes. I let my gaze fall back down to her hands as the worked the umbrella handle and saw that her knuckles were almost white from the tension as she squeezed and stroked the handle. I had to attempt to casually adjust the raging hard on that had grown in my pants as I watched this angel work her magic. Once I got myself comfortable, and noticing that there wasn't anyone on either side of me for a few seats I let my hips move just slightly in time with her hands as they caressed the handle. The pressure of my pants and underwear against my cock was exquisite and she was as oblivious as the rest of the passengers. Looking closely, I noticed that the handle and shaft of the umbrella were now pressed tight into her crotch as she let the motion and vibration of the movement of the train travel up the umbrella to her crotch as she fondled the handle. I wondered what wild fantasy was unfolding behind those closed eyelids. Was she imagining her lover's swollen cock in her hand? Could she feel her wet cunt sliding against the base of his cock, grinding together in a passionate embrace? Who knows what might have been going, on, but I knew what I was thinking. In my mind, I had substituted my cock for that umbrella handle and in my mind's eye I was pressed against her as her hands massaged me closer and closer to nirvana. I had lost all track of where the train was by now and the opening and closing of the doors, the entrance and exit of passengers all seemed nothing more than background noise as we worked silently across the car from each other. My hips twisted and turned ever so gently as I watched her become just a tiny bit more animated, and I could see the sweat on her upper lip as she licked her lips a little more exaggeratedly now. I was lost. I could feel her hands on my cock. I could fee the wetness of her dripping down my balls. There was no turning back now as I heard her moan almost imperceptibly and watched her shudder slightly, her head turning as she sighed. My hands gripped the plastic of the seats next to me and I felt the familiar spasm and release as wave after wave of pleasure raced through and I could feel the hot seed blasting against my underwear and splashing back against me. I must have closed my eyes for a moment, because when I opened them she was staring right into them. No longer looking through me, but directly at me with a conspiratorial smile. The train slowed and I head the conductor announce that we'd reached Manhattan and as the doors opened, she winked and stood, walking out the doors and out of my life. I must have taken that train twenty or thirty times in the days and weeks and months that followed; always at the same time and always from the same stop in hopes of finding her. But I never did, and I finally accepted that it was just a chance meeting of two strangers on a train, another New York story.