Author: ChicagoWanderlust

This just happened this morning. Pretty mild (thus far) but words fail me… Read on…

When we last left, I had just gotten a surprise hand job on my commute into work from a mysterious girl. She left with a smile and left me weak in the knees. I could say I had been thinking about Monday all weekend, but that would be a lie. I had quite a lot to do this weekend and did not have much time to day dream, which it probably good. It’s Monday though and now I do have time. I begin to replay the events from Friday and I can feel myself getting hard. I must have been smiling too because one of the regulars says, “With that big a smile, you must be happy to be going into work today.” I laugh. “Just happy to be alive” I tell him, barely concealing the anticipation of this mornings commute. Read more »

Obligatory preface to the story/introduction

I’m an average guy. Have not had a ton of wild stories to tell though I do have a few. I’m in my 40’s. Short-cropped brown hair, speckled with a bit or grey. Blue eyes. I have an average “dad-bod” but not bad for my age I suppose. I do get a bit of a workout from riding my bike to the train that I use to commute into work every day. That is where this story takes place. This may be mild in comparison to most stories but it is none-the-less hot. At least I think so.

It’s summer here in Chicago and as I said earlier I’ve been riding my bike to the train. I won’t bore you with too much prologue but I wait for the train, chatting with the regulars and hop on once it stops and the doors open. I immediately head to the right and up to the upper level. I like sitting on the upper level because I like to use my mornings to ease into the day and listen to some music as I stare out the window. Read more »