Sam Sheldon preferred to ride the city’s MetroRail system to and from work. The commute was only forty-five minutes one way. The railcars were often filled to the hilt with people, and the cleanliness was sometimes questionable. But the expense of maintaining a car and parking it in the city made riding the public railway system the most economical and sensible way to go.
The MetroRail had become more than a means of transportation for him. Each railcar became a mobile temple where he could meditate on his mundane life, and hope to find some sort of enlightenment. He thought about his marriage and his wife, who was emasculating and sexually distant. He thought about his two teenage sons, spoiled by the privilege of living in the suburbs and not having to work for the material things they wanted. He thought about his home with its overwhelming spaciousness and expensive décor. He thought about his demanding boss at the architectural firm he worked, and the clients who were unrealistic and unyielding in their deadlines.
In the five years he’s made the commute, he still hadn’t reached enlightenment; he hadn’t come up with any solutions to improving himself or his situation. Brief thoughts of getting back into shape, buying a motorcycle, finding a pretty young lady to play with had crossed his mind from time to time. But he knew he would never have the courage. And in the end, nothing exciting will ever happen to him.
That was until the morning he noticed *her*.
It was a cloudy Monday morning and the MetroRail made its usual stops along the Blue Line that led to the city. Sam sat in an aisle seat that faced the rear, reading his newspaper while people inadvertently brushed against or bumped into him. The erratic commotion surrounding him usually didn’t break his concentration. But when the fringed edge of a woman’s trench coat softly brushed the corner of his paper, carrying a warm exotic scent that enveloped his senses. He was forced to take notice of her.
The woman breezed to the back of the railcar and stood in the aisle among other passengers. She was breathtakingly beautiful: olive skin smoothed over a round face with almond-shaped emerald eyes, high cheek bones and pouted lips that were full of allure. She had long black curled hair, loosely pulled back except for a couple of curly strands that insistently fell onto her forehead. It wasn’t only her beauty that fascinated him, it was the graceful way that she moved, each motion of her body exuded immense unintentional sensuality.
As much as he tried, Sam was not able to return his focus to the newspaper in front of him. He battled with the urge to return his gaze upon her. He held the newspaper closer to his face, but the print became only a blur to him. Succumbing, he studied her some more from above the rim of his glasses.
She was dressed in somewhat professional, corporate attire: a white button-front blouse with a dark skirt that stopped just above her knees, an olive trench coat and leather laptop case. Her long shapely legs were covered with silky sheer dark stockings. She wore athletic socks and shoes on her feet, which suggested she had a good distance to walk before she could slip into her business pumps.
Holding onto the railcar’s support bar, her eyes casted down to the floor and held a look as if her mind was floating away from the shaking and creaking of the railcar. He could only imagine what was going through that beautiful head of hers. Maybe the work day ahead: full of emails, phone calls, meetings, and other responsibilities she had to fulfill for the day. Or maybe her thoughts weren’t that serious; maybe she was thinking about a movie she saw on the Lifetime cable station, or about a chapter of a romance book she read last night.
Sam snapped back to his senses when his stop was announced on the PA system. He folded his newspaper and tucked under his arm. He stood up and glanced down at his watch. He realized that he had been staring at the woman for over 20 minutes. And in all that time, not once did she meet his gaze.
Since the railcar still had plenty of passengers packed into it, he called over the screeching sounds of the car’s wheels to offer his seat to her. She gave him a warm smile and softly thanked him before sitting.
He exited the railcar, taking one last glance at her before the doors closed. He wondered if he would see her again.
He did. Every morning and evening commute for the next few weeks, Sam saw her again.
And each time he saw her, he became more intrigued and fascinated with her. He found her beauty, her scent, her fluid movements entrancing, arousing him in places he had long forgotten to exist. With every encounter, his gazes upon her became more intense. His eyes moved over her body with the command of a touch, stroking her, caressing her.
He realized that she was getting under his skin and warming his body like shots of Brandy. The sight of her caused his pants to fit two sizes too small in the front due to his demanding erection. His attraction to her was becoming almost too painful for him to think that he was feeling this alone.
He was a little concerned about his staring. He was afraid that she might think he was some kind of pervert or something. He thought about approaching her. But what would he say? “Hi. How are you?” “Lovely weather we’re having.” “What’s your sign?”
He wondered what kind of man would she see when she looked at him? An average-looking man, in his late 40’s, who was stressed out, overworked, ready to blow a fuse at the slightest irritation?
Sam didn’t think he was *that much* of a mess. He wasn’t the “drop-dead Brad Pitt kind” of gorgeous, but he didn’t look like Shrek either. Besides that, he prided himself on being attractive, well-maintained, humorous, dependable, and passionate; someone who could deeply love and protect her. Someone who would do everything in his power to make her body scream his name for hours on end.
He chuckled at himself for the last part of that thought.
Would he ask her out to dinner? Or was that too lame? Maybe take her dancing? She definitely had the legs of a dancer; he probably wouldn’t be able to keep up. Or maybe they could just take a slow stroll along the Potomac?
He’d been out of the dating scene for so long, he wouldn’t know the first thing about taking a woman out.
It was a Friday, the final commute home. The weather was warm and sunny. Many people ventured out to explore the happenings in the city.
The MetroRail was especially full this evening. Sam had to stand in the aisle, holding onto a railing to brace himself against the rocking and surging of the railcar. Having various passengers bump into didn’t faze him like it usually did. He was focused on his feelings of anticipation, wanting to see the woman again.
Like clockwork, his vision of true loveliness breezed into the railcar. And it was almost surreal how the passengers parted like Moses and the Red Sea, allowing her to through the aisle until she was standing right in front of him. She gave him a brief smile before turning her back to him.
His senses suddenly went into overload from being so close to her. He could smell the seductive scent of Pegomas Jasmine emanated from her skin. He could see the slow rise and fall of her full breasts as she breathed. He could hear the faint sound of her soft sigh after she inhaled.
All that was left to stimulate his five senses was taste and touch. He wouldn’t dare attempt to satiate those needs at this time. But he allowed himself a brief luxurious moment to envision what it would be like to have his naked body moving over hers. To have his mouth kissing a path down her quivering flesh until he reached the moist fissure between her thighs. To have the blade of his tongue opening her soft dewy folds and taste her hot arousal. To have his lips close over her hooded flesh, brand her with their heat and claim her as his own.
His imagination was so vivid, so intense, he had developed a painful erection in his trousers. He had to reign in his desire for her and fight the urge to pull her hard against him and torture her lips with his.
Afraid that his erection may touch her, Sam shifted his position to avoid standing so close to her. But she shifted her position as well, pushing her backside closer to him. She was so close that he could smell her fragrant hair and feel the heat radiating from her body. It may have been an innocent move on her part, but it didn’t stop the electric shock waves that were pulsing through him, arousing him even more. He wanted her bad! He wanted her screaming! He wanted her weak and panting and vulnerable – only for him!
She shifted her position again, only this time the curve of her ass pressed firmly against his raging erection.
*Did she do that on purpose?*
His mind went into a frenzy with the question, until he noticed the movement of her ass against his cock.
*Oh HELL NO! She’s doing this on purpose!*
Sam reciprocated her motions with his own gyrations, being careful not to catch the attention of the other passengers standing in the aisle with them. He moved his hips until his full length fit perfectly into the inner ridge of her ass.
He couldn’t believe what was happening. He almost doubted her physical intentions. But when he heard a very faint moan escape from her throat, he *knew* she was just as aroused as he was.
In his mind, all the other passengers suddenly disappeared, and it was just him and her, alone in the railcar.
He reached down to her chin and gently brought her face up to his. His lips grazed across hers before he took them with tender abrasiveness. The kiss was exquisite. He parted her lips with his tongue, exploring the unfamiliar, yet seductive contours of her mouth. He could taste the sweetness on her tongue. She was submissive, open to his tongue’s exploration. Yet she was demanding too, wanting more from his kiss.
With his hands he reached down to the edge of her soft sweater. He eased his hands under the edge of the sweater and ran them up across her smooth belly to feel the breasts under her lacey bra. His fingers sought the top edge of the bra cups and pulled them down, allowing her full breasts to spill out. He cupped her tits, messaging them while pinching her hard nipples.
All the while she continued to dry hump his cock.
He stopped their passionate kissing and urged her to lean forward. She held onto the railcar support with both hands as he kneeled down behind her. Placing his hands on the sides of her knees, he ran them up the sides of her legs, lifting her skirt, exposing flesh-colored thigh high stockings with lace edging and a pink thong. With her ass high in the air, she was at her most vulnerable state with him.
He remained kneeled below her as he pulled the string of the thong aside. He placed his face up under her curvaceous buttocks and inhaled deeply to take in the musky smell of her arousal, allowing it to intoxicate him, clouding his mind even more with need.
Sam heard a long sultry moan escaped from her when he began to lap at her, slowly licking her outer labia from behind. He forced himself to take his time with her, savoring her essence as it pooled on his tongue. She was so hot, so wet, so sweet. He swirled his tongue around her throbbing pearl, making her shudder and convulse with the electric sensations. He circled the outer folds with his tongue, teasing her with darting motions, pushing inside until the keen sounds of her moans grew loud enough to drown out the sounds of his own pounding heart.
He noticed her legs were beginning to tremble, signaling the coming of her orgasm. He switched his focus from her dripping pussy to the tiny opening of her anus. With his tongue, he continued to lick and dart light blows to the area. For added stimulation, he reached around to the front of her pelvis and used his fingers to rub her clit. With the fierce bulking of her pelvis against his fingers and mouth, she came undone, howling out as her orgasm ripped through her.
As she rode out the final tremors of her crisis, Sam stood up to undo his pants, releasing his now enraged, hard cock. Grabbing the shaft with one hand, and holding her hips steady with the other, he rubbed the head up against her soaking pussy and anus, coating his cock until the head was fully lubricated.
He surged into her from behind, driving his cock deep into her slick wet core, penetrating her and filling her to the hilt.
The cry in her reaction was a sensual mixture of pleasure and surprise. Sam dug his fingers in the soft flesh of her round ass and pumped into her hard, over and over again. He buried himself as far as she would take him, then slowed the pace, penetrating her with long, deep measured strokes. He could feel the tight inner muscles of her heated core milk him, oh so sweetly.
“Yes baby. Fuck me.” Her voice low and raspy. Sam felt he could just lose all control of himself just from hearing her lusty encouragement.
As he banged into her, he could hear her moans grow louder, matching his own.
She must have sensed that Sam was about to explode within her. She suddenly nudged him backwards, dislodging his dick from the heaven of her pussy. He groaned loudly in protest, but obviously she was ignoring him.
She pushed Sam down until he was sitting on a seat with his cock straight up in full attention. She quickly removed her thong underwear and climbed over Sam until she was straddling him. She slowly impaled herself onto his dick, causing Sam to exclaim, “Oh FUCK, baby!”
She began to ride his cock slow at first, as if she had to get accustomed to his size again. But her movements picked up speed and she held onto Sam’s shoulders to balance herself.
Sam grabbed onto her hips and guided her movements into figure 8’s. He wanted to not only stimulate the deepest recesses of her molten core, but to stimulate every inch of his highly sensitive dick.
Moments seemed to pass as they fucked with the fierce passion of two lovers discovering each other for the first time. Sam could feel sweat beading on his forehead as he bulked his pelvis up from the seat to meeting her as she pounded her pussy down on him.
He reached up to take a hold of both sides of her face, forcing her to lock eye contact with him. He was about to blow and he wanted her to see it in his blazing eyes as well as feel his hot seed filling up her core.
But suddenly she hopped off his dick and off his lap.
“FUCK BABY, YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME!” he shrieked.
She kneeled down before him and grabbed the shaft of his red angry-looking member. With eyes locked on Sam, she began to stroke the full length of his cock with one hand, while the other reached down and caressed his balls. With his mind severely clouded with the need to nut, he didn’t quite get what she was trying to do to him. That was, until she parted her lips and swiped her tongue at the tiny opening at tip of his dick.
*Oh sweet Jesus; she wants me to come in her mouth!*
Sam watched as she took the head into her mouth and flicked her tongue at the opening some more. Her gesture was such a fucking turn on for him that his orgasm exploded through him violently. He shot a hot, white thread of cum right into her mouth, filling it. He continued to convulse and moan as he felt her hand milk his cock, of what remained of his ecstasy, right into her mouth.
Sam’s mind snapped back into reality and the railcar was filled with passengers again. He noticed his fantasy woman leaning against him, almost snuggled into his chest. He also noticed that inside the front of his boxer briefs snuggled a wet gooey mess.
The PA announced the woman’s stop. As the railcar slowed down, the woman bent over to pick up a folded piece of paper off the floor. When she stood up, she handed it to him with a polite grin on her face.
“I think you dropped this, Sir.” she said.
The doors of the railcar opened. Sam watched as she stepped off the MetroRail onto the platform.
After the door closed and the railcar continued on its shaky path, Sam opened the folded piece of paper. He smiled as he noticed the feminine scroll that read, “Let’s make it real. Danelle 202-679-7765.”
FIN
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