Summer Train
By Lace Priest
This is uber.
Subtext: Absolutely. You have been forewarned, there is sex.
Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.
The blond woman boarded the train and groaned. ‘Where the hell did all of these people come from? Not everybody can be playing hookey like I am, can they!’
Grimly she fought through the packed train, fighting through the standing bodies that were clinging to any part of the train that would give them the much needed handhold. Her bare stomach and legs brushed against bodies she didn’t want to think about. Bums lying on the floor leered at her, smiling and licking their lips as drool excaped between the gaps of missing teeth. ‘Great, the day I decide to go to the beach and come half naked is the day the dregs of humanity decide to surface. My kingdom for a business suit!' her mind mused ironically. Her typical work clothes would've been most welcomed at the moment.
Suddenly, miraculously, she spotted an open space around a pole towards the back. Simultaneously, she saw the tall dark haired woman she’d been ogling at for the last two months was leaning up against the wall by the sliding doors. The short woman headed towards the pole right in front of her, seeing that it was only occupied by two other individuals. Incredible blue eyes looked her way, and she felt her heart stop with the smile that followed. Feeling her face get red, she shyly smiled and moved into position, making sure she had room to study the woman.
Impossible as it looked, more people boarded the train at the following stop. Her pole now had two more people hanging on and she shuffled again. She casually glanced behind her, wondering how the blue-eyed beauty managed to maintain her space amidst the zoo.
Swaying with the train, her thoughts lingered on the woman behind her. She had just appeared one day, and ever since then, she had practically been lusting after her. She always came impeccably dressed, showing muscled legs that seemed to go on forever, and left at the same stop. Funny how new jobs created new riding buddies on public transportation. ‘I wonder what she must be thinking of me today since I’ve lost my monkey suit,’ she mused. 'Hell, I wonder if she's even noticed.
Suddenly the train jerked, and the four bodies around the pole bumped into her, sending her straight into the arms of the beautiful stranger. She immediately felt warm hands firmly grasp her waist and hold her close. Her knees almost gave out at the jolt of desire that tickled her stomach.
"Don’t worry, little one. I’ve got you." She heard whispered into her ear.
‘Thank god I didn’t step on her’, she absurdly thought, trying to focus despite the various feelings coursing through her body. She now felt she had a more stable stance since her feet were far apart.
"Thank you," she finally stammered, wondering at the sweet endearment.
Not wanting to move, and the hold still firmly in place, she settled back into the warmth behind. She layed her hand lightly over the ones holding her. She eyed her bag on the floor and decided it wasn't going anywhere. And if it did, that was nothing compared to giving up the feeling she had right now. Suddenly nervous, she looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to the intimate embrace. However, the train was extremely full, everyone’s concern was to remain upright and impersonal as the vehicle swayed and jerked every so often.
Suddenly, the hands on her bare skin started a soft caress. ‘Oh my god, what is she doing!’ Her stomach felt like it had been set in flames.
"You have such soft skin." The tall woman purred.
The words sent shivers down her body, as the breath tickled her ear. She heard a strange sound comimg from herself, as she felt the caress get firmer.
The train swung suddenly to the left, and once again, the hands held her back. Except this time, one of them had landed half on her stomach, half on her breast. The fire from the hands penetrated the thin material she wore. The blond didn’t know whether to be grateful she wore no bra or not.
The nuzzling on her neck brought her back. Once again she looked around to see if anyone was watching. She relaxed once again as she saw that everyone was oblivious to their actions.
She closed her eyes and moaned softly when she felt the gentle nips on her neck. Unconsciously, she tilted her head, wanting to feel more. The moan that came from behind told her the feelings were mutual.
The nips turned to firm sucking and the hand that was half on her breast crept underneath her top, taking hers along for the ride. The blond woman knew that she was going to melt on the spot. A strong gasp escaped her, the feelings becoming so intense.
Strong hands pulled her back further, and she felt herself begin to grind against the woman behind her. The sway of the train aiding her movement, lending a delicious motion as she pushed, beating in time with the steady pulsing that had begun.
Wanting a more intimate connection, she turned her head around. Soft lips descended on hers before she could register the motion. She reached up with right hand, threading her fingers in the silky black strands that had been her fantasy on so many rides. The kiss was passionate, strong, full of longing that had been trapped for two months, or maybe even more. She could hear the ragged breath behind her coming faster, the moaning now constant.
The hand on her breast massaged, fondled and pinched all the flesh that she offered. As if she wasn’t already on sensory overload, the other hand traveled down, smoothly slipping inside her shorts. She felt nails gently raking through her hairs. She moaned louder, not caring anymore who was watching or listening. She felt as if her hips had a mind of their own, grinding the goddess behind her, wanting her whole body to be possessed.
The magic fingers slid further down slipping in between exquisite wetness. As if the dark haired woman knew, she clamped down again on her lips, effectively swallowing the loud moan she knew her touch would cause. She felt wonderful fingers sliding up and down, as if they were memorizing the wetness that they found.
The touch finally centered where she needed it, the fingers slowly twirled around. But she didn’t want it soft, the touch was driving her mad. She slid her left hand and pressed the hand invading her shorts down harder. She heard the moan rumble through her head, feeling the vibrations from the heaving chest, sounding almost like a growl. The fingers twirled faster, touched harder, concentrating in one spot.
"Kiss me," croaked the breathless dark haired woman.
Barely able to comprehend, she turned around for a flaming kiss.
When the delicious tongue entered her mouth, she felt her nipple pinched abruptly, and the fingers below pressed even further, almost lifting her up.
She felt the eruption begin, like some tidal wave breaking on land and she felt her body convulse over and over again.
Strong arms gripped her tightly. "Shh, little one, I’ve still got you."
She felt gentle nuzzling as she slowly got her breath back. The thundering of her heart lessening.
"Twenty third street!" The speaker overhead cackled.
The train stopped, the doors slid open.
"I’ll see you tomorrow." She heard whispered.
And suddenly, the warmth behind her disappeared. The blond woman quickly turned around, but the doors had already shut. As the train started moving again, she caught a final glimpse of beautiful legs going up the stairs.
The end.