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October 1998- Red Line, Metro Boston Subway Experience
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October 1998- Red Line, Metro Boston Subway Experience The clouds are dark and it was starting to rain, big cold and nasty drops. No taxis, or buses in sight, fuck. So I decided to take the subway, yeah, actually I had no other choice. It wasn't like I was going to walk all that way without an umbrella, after just having gotten my hair done. I put my hands into my black coat, fumbled for the Twenty that I kept there for emergencies such as this. I quickly sprinted to the T token vending machine, down the stairs carefully past all the other rush hour commuters, as the rain picked up its pace. Several disgusting minutes later - shivering and sopping wet - eager to get to my friend's party - here I was. Right across from 'talking to himself but I feel bad for him man' and 'she's not wearing a flattering color woman.' Across from 'we don't know where we are so we're looking at maps given out to tourists by hotels and trolley tour providers (please consider picking our pockets).' Just my luck, the train would have to be crowded and as mentioned- it was rush hour so what did I expect? At each stop more people got on. Now we were pressed against each other, into the walls and doors, like a bunch of steaming wet and pissed off sardines. And I found myself standing eye to eye with a very handsome Asian man. He smiled. There was no place for me to look so I smiled back sheepishly. The train jolted to a stop at the next platform and he pressed himself firmly against me. I could feel his heart beat against my skin, or was it my heartbeat? Naturally I tried to move back, but with each inch of territory I was able to cover he moved towards, as if following me, a maddening tango of sorts. After several attempts at evasion I finally found myself trapped against the rear wall. His smile widened. It was a contagious smile, now feeling like an idiot I found myself smiling back. The trained jolted forward again forcing him even harder against me. I had looked him over closely; he wasn't bad looking at all, very nice looking actually...about my age, certainly my height, someone I could look right into his eyes. By the cut of his clothes I would say he was a businessman, wearing his power suit today. His feet were between mine now pushing them apart as his hands lightly caressed my thighs. As I came out of my daze, I felt my skirt inching upwards. I recalled I was wearing one of my shorter skirts because of the party I was heading to later. And of course my usual- the thigh highs and garter belt. I wondered just how far he would go, and just how far I would let him take this. I turned my head noticing other faces in the crowd, but- as you might imagine - typical urban commuters on a typical Friday afternoon rush hour commute- everyone is just annoyed and withdrawn into themselves - so, they all are oblivious to what was happening to me. I turned back to the man and looked deep into his brown eyes determined to stare him down. I like what I saw in those eyes though...and I felt my body respond in spite of the potential dangers in the situation. I knew I was by now soaked with pussy juice. "If you don't stop me, I'm going to make love to you." He said in a husky voice. I… I… don't think I want you to stop I thought to myself. I liked what was going on, though I was a bit nervous. I moved my hands from my sides, and placed them into the straps overhead. Bad choice on my part, my legs were getting weak, I needed the support, or I would fall to the floor. Without hesitation he slid the silken fabric of my skirt up over my garter belt, the whole thing obstructed in view by others by the wide sides of my thick black coat. His eyes glistened as he touched the bare skin of my inner thigh, and his thumbs slide under the garter straps. He smiled again, then started rubbing my pussy lips lightly- like a person might finger the finest embroidered silk. My breathing quickened, and my nipples grew rock hard, as he moved his fingers onto my yearning flesh. Tickling my hairless pussy lips as he went, teasing me... Soon he was spreading my lips with his fingers and rubbing my clit with the smooth but firm edges of his nails. Shivers of pleasure ran up and down my spine. I bit my lip, tried to look mean, well that did not work - much to my chagrin. Somehow I found myself involuntarily pushing my hips outward, wanting more of this delicious tease. He smiled again and moistened his lips. I found my courage and started to tell this handsome stranger No, to get the fuck out of my way or I'll slug you. Just my luck, he chose this moment to insert two fingers into my cunt. Quickly, almost abrasively, he fucked me with his fingers- cramming them hard into my sopping wet, waiting pussy. All I managed to get out of my mouth were small moans, barely audible over the noise of the train, as he strummed my pussy lips faster. As I neared orgasm, abruptly the train stopped. It was my stop. He must have seen the look in my eyes, my hesitation. He pressed his lips to my ear and said. "Do you want me to make you come?" I gave him a very small smile, all thoughts of resistance now gone. I was going to be his and he knew it. That little hint, that small acknowledgment was all he needed. He started kissing me. His hand moved to my breasts, and he ripped my blouse open. Silly me, today I chose not to wear a bra. I was as hot and worked up as I have ever been. He knew what to do with my breasts as well, rolling my nipples gently but firmly between his fingertips, slowly but with good amounts of pressure as the experience continued...till I came. His fingers were back inside me. Things were definitely out of control. If he had kept it up for just a few more moments, I could have come again, from just his hand; but what I craved was his cock in me. He ran his hands up the side of my legs, then up to my shaking thighs. He slowly pulled himself in between my legs. He teased me by kissing my neck, then down the middle of my breasts, and down my stomach sending chills all over my body. He was good - oh so very good. His fingers moved down to his pants and I felt him withdraw his hard cock. Very slowly and gently his cock went into my wet pussy. I began to loose control. My body started to shake... I had never felt like that before in public - it was intense and yet I strove to maintain my composure. Harder and faster he was going inside me. He drove into me harder and harder till I could feel his load shoot deep inside of me and at the same time I came once more. He slowly withdrew from my cum soaked pussy. I haven't had a good fuck in weeks, until now that is. I hung there from the trains straps, exposed to anyone that cared to look at me. I felt him slap my pussy, then laugh as he placed an envelope into the breast pocket of my coat. He turned and walked away. I noticed that the crowd had thin out. I felt a few curious glances and determined they mainly wondered if I might not perhaps be drunk or stoned. I looked down at myself to see that my skirt was covered in a big wet spot, about the size of...well, it was entirely soaked. Well, maybe that was the cause of the curiosity. I tided up as best I could, pulling my coat around me. The envelope contained two tickets to the ballet and his business card. I'll leave it to you to decide if I took him up on the offer for the date. "Rainy Night," Self-Portrait by Israeli Photographer Azila Jamil       |
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Yes I'd love to on both counts, I'm traveling some for the holidays let's try for sometime after the new year. Sorry for the delay....I have been dealing with a combination of work overload, computer issues, ill health, and a busy social life in the real world. (three days off line is a long-time, in the virtual world) MT
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That's exactly how I feel. About the amazing part too. Would you consider writing more of our story, as well? I'm game! MT
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It is an interesting social experience. To be close and yet far (physically close, far psychologically)...and wow, when you invite someone into your space, or are invited INTO someone else's space- psychologically, that can be intense. It's like a little secret surrounded by a sea of oblivious. Has anyone ever fucked you with their eyes? I bet they have! (I love those times when I've been interested in and able to do that) About Somerville and Davis Square. I HEART Davis and Porter Squares. I used to go there all the time with my aunt and uncle who live in Somerville. I especially love Porter Square. Do you know the paper store? Deja Vu? The Japanese emporium? That awesome garden center down aways? Damn. Now I wanna go hang out in Porter Square. No money though, wouldn't really be much fun. Sigh. MT
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Well true or not that was a fabulous story...If it really happened then you are one very amazing woman...if not then you are stilll amazing and have a fabulous imagination...as for the ballet tickets...hope they got used...if you take my meaning... And I really don't see the point of distinguishing which are which if the story it's self doesn't. In other words, if I wanted you to know if I want to the ballet with this man (or if he even existed) I would have written that definitively one way or the other. So, you'll just have to put your own ideas and imagination out there and decide for yourself. And thank you about the 'amazing.' MT
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Dear Mr. Bliss, Said like a man who knows the MBTA. Which of course, you do. Biblically? HAHA I saw that coeur remark too. I say, go for it, make the coeur...buy the red sheets...get down with your bad self. MT
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nice!..my clit's throbbing just reading it.   That, my delightful reader, is one of the chief compliments a composer of smut such as myself can receive. Thank you, and thank you to your clit. I love having two fans for the price of one. Please cum back, often.  Winkily, MT
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OMG that was wonderful!!!! Unlike what happens to me on a subway. What did you do???? Wellllllllllll (let's assume that is an entirely true story) I think *IF* that was me, I'd go to the ballet and a nice dinner, say, hypothetically for sushi. Wouldn't you? And, say hypothetically, I might date the man for a month or so. But, say, hypothetically, we might break up when he realized I was not into more sessions of blatant public sex (hypothetically). Very Hypothetically, MT
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nice!..my clit's throbbing just reading it.
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OMG that was wonderful!!!! Unlike what happens to me on a subway. What did you do???? She broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Halleluljah. -Cohen
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