Denver Train ride. , a short story by VanBakrook. Date added: 2009-11-24. Times viewed: 1872.
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- Intro: Each day she watched him. This beautiful stranger. Hand in her knickers and then no return.
"Denver train ride"
She looked up from her book. He was there too. He was reading but she couldn't see what it was; he kept it far away from his eyes.
The Next day she waited for him. He came on to the platform and moved along to where he would board the train. Commuters are creatures of monotonous habit. She waited a few feet away; she could smell his coffee, the cream he had shaved his face with, and the fresh smell of newly washed clothes.
Suddenly he turned his head and looked into her eyes and smiled, "Morning" he said.
She was surprised and excited at the same time, she didn't manage a reply. The train slowly rolled up and they boarded.
Like yesterday, he opened his bag, removed a novel, and started to read: just like each day he kept the novel low and hidden. The train was 20 minutes into the journey and she decided to switch seats; she took the seat behind him. After a while she made a needless move to search her leather bag - but secretly she read some of his novel.
She should have been shocked, but she wasn't: he was reading an Emma Burlington Novel. She knew this story and it was red hot erotic. Then she realised why he kept his book so low: he was holding down his erection. She smiled to herself and returned to reading.
Over the next weeks she said hello to him and him to her. Some days they talked: but nothing that most strangers would have talked about. Each day he returned to his book and, now and again, he had taken to visiting the toilet and returning some time later. She wondered if he was masturbating. The thought made her horny. She would have like to watch.
Christmas came and went and it was now much colder. January was never her favourite month. She stood on the platform trying to turn her face away from the icy wind blowing in from the mountains. There was snow, her feet where cold, bitty snowflakes floated down from a sky dense with thick grey cloud. She wondered if the man would return. She had thought to herself that maybe he had a temporary job for the holidays.
Then he appeared. He was drinking coffee and had a new novel in his gloved hand. He didn't seem to see her, she smiled at him but somehow her face was lost in the crowd. He joined the next carriage away from hers. She got on the train, sat, and stamped the snow from the grips of her boots. As she brushed some stray snow from her skirt she caught herself between her legs.
The coldness of her leather gloves took her by surprise. There was no one sitting in this carriage she thought, and as she could see anyone approaching, she might as well.
She moved her left leg outwards and then moved her right hand between her thighs. She placed a finger on the outside of her panties, directly over her clit. Her lower body twitched with excitement. The cold, the pressure of her finger, her frustrated lack of sex, now stirred her to a frantic rubbing of herself. She could tell that this orgasm was not going to take long. She rubbed herself hard, inside her fantasy she imagined the man taking his long cock into her anus. Fucking her like some nameless white trash, without respect or care. She rubbed harder, hopping he would walk in and see her.
Then someone approached, before she could react, they where past. It was him, she held her hand still, she was throbbing. She was part way through this long and pleasurable orgasm, but she wanted more. She stood up and boldly walked down the carriage. The man had entered the toilet but had not shut the door. Through the gap she could see the man pulling his penis out from his jeans. She pushed the door open and he didn't react. She walked in and closed the door. He said nothing and opened the top of his jeans and pulled them down. His cock was as big as she imagined in her fantasy. She turned around and told him: fuck me.
She felt the pressure of his hands lifting her skirt, pulling down her tights and pulling her panties to one side. Then she could feel the heat of his cock before it entered her. She was wet from before and he slipped in to the tightness of her pussy. He forced her body down on his cock making sure there was nothing left outside. She felt his hot dick forcing its way to the very end of her. She took a trembling hand between her legs and violently pinched her clit. He was strong and was moving her body up and down on him. She continued to rub herself.
He pulled his cock from her, took his hand and collected some of the wetness now thick around her pussy. Using this, he wiped it around her anus and pushed his fat end into her arse. Her mouth was dry, despite the freezing air coming in from the window, she was hot. She felt the strain of his cock inching its way along her anus. Then, before she could utter a single word, she came. Momentarily he stopped, reading her body, waited, and then returned to thumping her un giving anus. She pushed herself back to collect as much hard cock into her as she could. She felt the chilled air freezing the wetness now streaming down her legs. He paused, stopped, she felt herself turning and moved herself down to receive his fast approaching cock. She opened her mouth, he pushed his way in, passed her tongue and then pumped his cum down into her mouth. As fast as it arrived, she swallowed, until there was only the watery pre cum clinging to his dick. She sucked off all that was left and continued to calm him with her mouth.
She stood up, took an old tissue from her pocket, and wiped her mouth and returned her panties and tights to cover her. He pulled his trousers back around his fading cock and tidied himself. They smiled but said nothing. Still breathless but calm they left the toilet. She stopped at her seat and sat, he walked on by.
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