29 comments/ 392769 views/ 221 favorites The Commute By: opels Rose rushed down the stairs to the subway platform, having heard the train coming in. She squeezed onto the packed commuter train knowing there was no use in waiting for another as they would all be packed. On days like these she was glad she was tall, she couldn't imagine being on such a packed train and not being able to see any further than the suit of the person squished up against her. She was also glad she had pulled her long auburn hair up into a high ponytail, otherwise she risked it getting caught on someone's buttons. Mentally going over her to-do list for the day she tried to zone out on the cramped conditions when the train jolted and the person behind her pressed against her for a moment. It didn't really register until a low, deep voice in her ear apologized. "Sorry about that," he murmured. Turning her head, she intended to only give a polite smile but was drawn into the most startlingly blue eyes she had ever seen. Tipping her head back to gaze up at him, she could only murmur back, "It's okay." Her large green eyes scanned his face, taking in the full lips, sculpted cheekbones and square jaw, the slightly tousled black hair and thick black lashes surrounding his mesmerizing eyes. Finally tearing her gaze away, she turned around and let out deep sigh, not even realizing she had been holding her breath. The train was running rough and he pressed against her several more times. Each time seemed to last a little longer, the full length of his body pressing against her. They were underground passing through a long twisting tunnel when the lights began to flicker and the train slowed and eventually stopped. A collective groan spread through the cars and heightened when the lights finally gave out altogether. A crackling, barely decipherable voice came on through the speakers announcing that there were technical difficulties and their train was going to be completely without power for at least twenty minutes. They were thanked for their patience and cooperation before, with another burst of static, the message ended. Rose saw small squares of light suddenly appear as people flipped open their cell phones. The squares all disappeared amid mumbles of, "no service." She stood patiently, hoping that her eyes would adjust to the darkness and see something but they were in complete blackness. Nervous conversations started up, people talking loudly to cover their anxiety. She felt him press up against her again, his hands gently squeezing her thighs. He began slowly gathering her skirt in his hands until he touched her nylon covered legs. She sucked in a shaky breath as his fingers trailed up the outsides of her thighs. His breath tickled the side of her neck and she heard his soft gasp as he came to the tops of her stockings. Pulling back from her a bit, his hands slid up to her ass and gently squeezed her soft cheeks. Rose's mind was spinning, she couldn't believe this was happening. Not only was a complete stranger on a train squeezing her bare ass, but she was letting it happen and was enjoying it. Her heart was racing, she couldn't catch her breath and her pussy was suddenly soaked. She gripped the pole she was holding onto with both hands as his fingers trailed lower, between her thighs. Without thinking, she spread them for him and he slid his hand over her wet thong. He chuckled softly in her ear as he discovered her arousal. "Yes?" he whispered as he stroked her. "Oh yes," she breathed back. His lips nuzzled her neck as his fingers slid inside her thong, slipping between her pussy lips, finding her entrance. A finger gently slid up inside her and it was all she could do to remain quiet. He added a second finger and a whisper of a moan slid through her lips as he began to slowly pump them in and out of her. A third finger was added and she had to hold onto the pole tightly but it was quickly withdrawn. She momentarily stiffened when she felt his wet finger pressing against her asshole. Throwing caution to the wind she relaxed and had to clamp her hand over her mouth as he pushed inside. Pressing her ass back, she helped his finger inside her and he was soon in to the last knuckle. He began to pump it in and out before dipping back into her pussy, wetting a second finger and then a third, plunging deeply into her ass. Rose was stunned by her behavior. She was on a crowded commuter train, surrounded by people and a complete stranger had her skirt up around her hips and was finger fucking her ass. And it wasn't even 8:00am yet. But God damn it felt good, so good. Her breath was coming fast as his fingers plundered her willing body. Squeezing her eyes shut and biting her knuckle, her body tensed and trembled as an orgasm overtook her, squeezing his fingers inside her. The fingers gently slid out of her and even though she had cum, she was disappointed; she wanted more. The soft sound of a zipper lowering caught her ears and before she knew it, he was back, pulling up her skirt and she felt his hard cock pressing against her. Oh God, he wasn't actually going to fuck her here on the train was he, she wondered. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, she thought as she felt him pulling her thong aside and stroking her pussy with his cock. The head of his dick was pressing against her wet entrance, almost being sucked in by her need for him when he again whispered in her ear. "I want to fuck you," he stated simply. Recklessly she replied, "Yes, oh yes. Fuck me," her own voice barely a whisper. "Say please," he purred against her ear, still stroking her with just the head of his cock. "Please, oh please" she breathed, willing to beg however much he wanted if he would only stop teasing her. He was obviously convinced of her desire as his cock plunged into her. A small squeak escaped her lips but went unnoticed in the hubbub of the conversations going on around them. Clinging to her pole, she met his thrusts, hoping her wetness wouldn't make any noise. The scent of her arousal was strong in her nose and she knew that other people must be able to smell it, but she was too far gone to care. "Oh yes, you feel good," he whispered to her, his lips brushing her ear as he drove into her. He felt big inside her, and she knew he wasn't even in as deep as he could go, otherwise the sound of their skin slapping would be heard. Oh how she loved that sound, that brief, sharp connection of hips and ass during a good, hard fucking. Suddenly he was drawing out of her and she was again disappointed, but then his hands were spreading her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and his wet cock was pressing against her asshole, pushing inside of her. Oh God no, she thought, but it was too late, the head of his cock was inside her. Again, she had to clamp her hand over her mouth as he began to inch his way into her. It hurt, but in such a good way as his thick cock began to spread her ass. Slowly he pushed forward, his breath fast on her neck, his hands tightly gripping her hips. Tipping her head back, she coasted on the waves of pleasure and pain, loving the combination. The fact that they were surrounded by countless strangers was only increasing her arousal and she knew she was about to cum again. His cock hit bottom, his hips grinding against her ass as she again tensed and trembled, another squeak passing her lips as she climaxed. He again chuckled in her ear as he slowly pulled back, sliding his cock out of her until just the head remained and then slowly pushed back in. He fucked her deeply and slowly at first and then building in speed until he was driving into her. "Christ, you've got a fucking nice ass," he softly grunted in her ear. "So hot and tight. I wish I could see it, your tight hole stretched wide around me. You like this baby, you like getting ass fucked by a stranger on a train full of people?" "Oh yes, oh yes," she softly murmured in response. Another climax was building and she bit her lip, pressing her hand over her mouth as it exploded inside her, coils of ecstasy unfurling though her limbs as her ass clenched tightly around him. "Oh fuck yes," he growled, the sound muffled against her neck as he came himself, ramming deep inside her ass, pumping his cum into her. She sagged against the bar she was holding onto and he kept holding her hips, resting his forehead against her shoulder as they both waited for their pulses and breathing to return to normal. Slowly, he straightened and pulled his cock from her. Clenching her ass to keep the cum in she felt him pull her thong back into place before letting her skirt fall back around her knees. Standing in the darkness, rational thought began to filter back into her brain and she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She tensed as she felt her skirt again being lifted but he just slid something inside the top of her stocking before letting the hem drop again. She was about to retrieve what he had given her when the lights finally flickered back on and the train began to move. The other commuters laughed and cheered as she shyly peered over her shoulder at him. He gave her a devastating smile and a wink as the train pulled into the next station and the doors opened. With a small wave he disembarked and was gone. Rose hurried into a bathroom stall in her office building and sat, finally able to release his cum from her. She also pulled a business card from the top of her stocking. Staring at it, she couldn't decide if she was happy that he wanted her to call him or not. He probably just wants more of the same, she thought. The lingering pain in her ass reminded her of how good it had felt, and as she tucked the card into her purse, she thought that more of that might not be so bad. Sitting outside with her lunch she called his office number from her cell and felt a chill run through her as she heard his recorded voice asking her to leave a message. "Hi, this is Rose, from the train this morning," she said nervously. She left her cell phone number and ended the call. This is crazy she thought to herself. I shouldn't have called him. Shaking her head, she gathered up her trash and returned to her office. She had to force herself to concentrate on her work and not check her phone every fifteen minutes for messages and eventually she calmed down and managed to forget about the morning. Finally the end of the day came and retrieving her phone she checked and found a message from him. Later that evening at eight o'clock she nervously stood outside a luxurious apartment building in an expensive area of town. She recalled having read about this building as being super lush and modern but didn't think she would have the chance to be inside it. Ever since getting his message she had told herself she wouldn't meet him, wouldn't accept his invitation to dinner but here she was. I only want to see what it's like inside, she rationalized as she buzzed his apartment. Her nervousness grew the higher the elevator went. Smoothing down the black cocktail dress she was wearing she checked her appearance in the mirrored wall of the car. Maybe I shouldn't have worn something so low cut she thought, gazing at her exposed cleavage. And maybe not such high heels, she thought twisting one leg and examining her sheer black stockings and four inch heels. I only want to see his place and then I'll leave she told herself, however, the wetness between her thighs was telling her something else entirely. The lift stopped and she stepped into the hallway. A door was ajar at the end of the hallway and seeing that the number on it was his she turned that way. The most delicious smells were coming from inside. Maybe I will stay for dinner she thought to herself, after all, it does seem like he's gone to the trouble of cooking. Knocking on the door she peered inside. Wow, she thought, looking around his marbled entrance, this place is huge. All thoughts of the décor suddenly left her head as she saw him walking towards her. He was casually dressed in jeans and a funky button up shirt and was again flashing that devastatingly sexy smile. His dark blue eyes roamed over her, taking in her revealing dress and high heels, her loose hair and sexy makeup. "You look gorgeous," he complimented, gathering her in his arms. Without warning, his lips were on hers and she was lost. She knew she wouldn't be leaving there any time soon, if at all tonight. His hands reached down and squeezed her ass, pulling her against him as the kiss deepened. She could feel his hardness and reached down a hand to squeeze him though his jeans. Breaking the kiss, his head tipped back with a groan as she caressed his cock. "Oh yes," he breathed. He abruptly spun her around and pressed her against the wall. With her cheek pressed to the wall she felt him pulling up her skirt and her pussy surged with wetness. Her tiny black thong was pulled down to her knees where it fell to the floor. Kicking it aside, he spread her legs with his knee. She heard the sound of his zipper lowering and suddenly his cock plunged into her slick pussy. With a deep groan he slid in to the hilt, filling her completely. Gripping her hips, he began to fuck her, his thrusts hard and deep, the sound of their flesh slapping filling the air. "Oh God, you feel so fucking good," he grunted as he drove into her wetness. Rose could scarcely believe this was happening. She had been here less than a minute and he was already pounding her with his cock. Being fucked by a man who all she knew of was his name, address, and the feel of him inside her. The fact that he was little more than a complete stranger somehow turned her on even more. "Oh God, yes," she cried, flinging her hair back, pressing back against him, drawing him even more deeply into her. "Fuck me, fuck me," she urged, loving the sound and feel of their skin slapping as he drove into her. "Christ, you're so hot, so tight, so wet," he growled in her ear. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck yes!" she cried, again pressing back against him as her climax washed over her, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Her spasming pussy was more than he could take and with a guttural cry he came as well, spewing his cum deep inside her. They stood for a moment, catching their breath as his cock slipped from her pussy and she could feel his cum running down her thigh. A timer went off in the kitchen and he chuckled. "Perfect timing," he laughed. Pulling away from her, he bent and picked up her panties, tucking them into his pocket with a wicked smile. He pointed out the washroom down the hall as he turned to the kitchen. They enjoyed a magnificent dinner, lit by candles out on his terrace. Afterwards, he put on some slow music and drew her into his arms, dancing with her. The soft breeze picked up her hair and snuck up beneath her dress, whispering around her thighs and over her bare pussy. She could feel his hardness pressing against her and slid her hand between them to gently squeeze him. Gently pushing on her shoulders, he urged her to her knees where she quickly set about unbuckling him, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. She tugged his jeans down his hips along with his boxers and his cock sprang out at her. Licking her lips, she slid him into her mouth, sucking him in deeply. She loved sucking a big cock and took him down her throat, pressing her nose against his stomach. His deep groan of pleasure reached her ears and she began pumping him in and out of her mouth, sucking and slurping at his length. His fingers coiled in her hair and suddenly tightened, holding her in place as he pushed in deep. With a rough growl he came hard, pouring his cum down her throat. She sucked him clean and gazed up at him, a small smile on her wet lips. He's fucked me in all my holes, she thought, and I only met him this morning. Pulling her up, he again kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. His hands rose to her shoulders, pushing down the straps of her dress, revealing her breasts. Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at her, his hands caressing and squeezing her lush flesh, her nipples hardening in the cool night air. "God, you have gorgeous tits," he breathed, tweaking her nipples. Her breath was coming fast as he played with the hardened pink nubs and gasped with pleasure as he bent his head, sucking one into his mouth. He sucked hard, nipping it with his teeth and Rose held his head to her, enjoying the sensations. Releasing the nipple he stared down at her, squeezing her tits in his large hands, the flesh bulging between his fingers. Glancing up at her, he saw her head was tipped back, her eyes closed, mouth open, breathing heavily. With a wicked smile, he raised one hand and slapped her breast. Her back arched and a small cry escaped her lips. Encouraged by this reaction, he slapped the other watching the firm mound jiggle. He alternated between roughly squeezing her tits and slapping them and she thoroughly enjoyed the rough treatment. Being out on his terrace, where any number of people could see them, see the way he was treating her and how much she was loving it, surprisingly excited her. Her pussy was soaked and aching for him but she didn't want this exquisite punishment to end. "Oh yes, oh God yes," she whimpered, her head hanging back, letting him do what he would with her tits. "Yeah, you like this, don't you?" he growled, twisting her nipples. "Oh yes, yes," she gasped. "You like it rough? You like a little pain mixed with your pleasure?" he sneered in her ear, pulling on her nipples, pinching them tightly. "Yes, yes...oh yes," she breathed. Gripping her nipples tightly he pulled her across the terrace to a gardening table. Yanking on the zipper of her dress, it fell to her feet, leaving her in nothing but her shoes and stockings. He abruptly spun her around pushing her down on the dirty table. Gripping her hips he pulled them up, pressing on her back to keep her bent over. Rose gasped as her tender breasts pressed against the rough table, her nipples sore from his delightful torture. His hands squeezed and caressed her ass causing her pussy to surge again with wetness, trickling down her thigh. "You were so hot this morning on the train," he whispered in her ear. "But you were also such a dirty girl for letting a complete stranger fuck you like that." His hands continued squeezing her, getting a bit rough, squeezing harder. "Are you a dirty girl?" he hissed. Her heart was pounding madly and she was barely able to catch her breath. The menace in his voice was driving her wild and she was praying he would spank her. "Yes, I'm a dirty girl," she answered in a small voice. "And dirty girls should be punished, shouldn't they?" he growled, gazing down at the soft, ivory skin of her ass, already begin to redden from his rough handling. "Yes," she whimpered. She cried out softly as the first slap hit her ass, the warmth spreading through her. "Oh yes," she breathed. "Spank me, spank your dirty girl." He chuckled and began to give her a thorough spanking until Rose was begging him to stop. Her ass was dark red and he stopped spanking but began to pinch her, harsh pinches all over her tender backside. Suddenly he stopped and rammed his cock into her dripping wet pussy causing her to cry out loudly. "God damn, you feel good!" he snarled, grinding into her. Holding onto her hips he pulled back and drove in deeply again, picking up speed, slamming deeply into her, his hips slapping against her sore ass. Her orgasm was almost instantaneous as she tensed and trembled, crying out her pleasure. He continued plunging into her, driving his cock in deep, causing another climax to claim her. "Oh God, yes, fuck yes!" she cried, bucking against him, wanting every inch of him inside her. "Oh yes, you bastard, fuck me, fuck me," she urged. "Fuck me hard." The Commute Still fucking her, he spread her reddened cheeks, gazing down at her tight asshole. Wetting his thumb in his mouth, he pressed it to her rosebud, pushing hard. "Oh yes, oh yes," she gasped, as he shoved his thumb into her. "Did you like being fucked in the ass this morning?" he hissed in her ear. "Yes," she breathed. "Do you want me to fuck your ass again?" he asked her, his thumb pumping in her ass. "Yes," she replied. "Yes, what?" he teased. "Say it, ask me to do it." "Fuck my ass," she gasped. "Oh you're going to have to do better than that," he teased again. "Please fuck my ass, please. I want to feel your big cock inside my ass again, please, fuck me, please," she begged. Without warning he pulled his thumb from her ass and his cock was pushing against her tight hole. With a grunt, the head was in and he was forcing the remainder of his thickness into her. He clamped his hand over her mouth, cutting off her loud cry. "You don't want to attract the attention of the neighbors, do you?" he chuckled in her ear. She felt him penetrating her and like that morning, she had to be careful how much noise she made. "Oh fuck yes," she gasped, loving the mingling pleasure and pain. "You feel so fucking good. Your cock feels so big inside me." "Yeah, you like this? You like my cock in your hot, tight ass?" he growled at her, slapping her cheeks and pushing in further. "Tell me again you're a dirty girl." "I'm a dirty girl. A dirty girl who likes having a cock up her ass," she answered in a small voice. "Tell me you're a filthy whore who likes it twice a day," he instructed, forcing his dick deep inside her. "I'm a filthy whore. A filthy whore who likes being fucked in the ass twice a day." she dutifully replied. He continued spanking her, his cock now in to the hilt. "Oh fuck yes!" she gasped, another orgasm tearing through her. "Yes, yes, yes," she whimpered as they multiplied, causing her to tremble and shake. Gripping her hips tightly, he pulled back before driving deeply into her tight hole. "Oh yeah, baby, that's it. Cum for me, cum hard," he chuckled as he began pumping his cock in and out of her ass. Rose was almost delirious with pleasure as he fucked her. Flinging her hair back, she couldn't help the words that came from her lips. "Fuck me baby, fuck my hot, tight ass. Give it to me hard, good and hard Fuck your dirty girl." Again he chuckled at her, obviously loving her dirty talk. She felt him spreading her ass cheeks, and knew he was watching his cock sliding in and out of her. "How does it look?" she gasped. "Do you like the way I'm stretched around your big dick?" "Oh yeah, you look so fucking hot," he growled. "Your tight hole spread so wide and your ass so red, I'm glad I've already filled you with cum twice tonight otherwise I'd be shooting my load right now," he grunted. The description of the way she looked tipped her over the edge and she again erupted in orgasms, clenching her ass tightly around him, cum dripping down her thighs. "Play with your clit, keep cumming for me," he growled in her ear, slamming deeply into her. Obeying him, she began to stroke the sensitive nub and within seconds she was crying out in ecstasy again and again, her cum dripping down her thighs as he continued to plunge his cock into her tight hole. When she could bear it no longer, when she felt as though her legs could no longer hold her, he drove in deep. "Oh God, fuck yes!" he cried as he finally came, his cum spurting into her ass. "Yes, yes yes!" he roared as he fucked her a few more times before collapsing over her back. The lay together gasping, waiting for their breathing and pulses to return to normal. Finally he rose and pulled out of her incredible tightness with groan bordering on pain. Spreading her cheeks, he watched him cum slide out of her gaping, red hole. He saw she was trembling and scooping her up in his arms he carried her inside, into the bathroom. Removing her final few garments, he turned on the shower and helped her inside, where he gently washed the smears of dirt from her exhausted body. She was so beautiful with soap and water sliding down her gorgeous body, he wished he could fuck her again but his cock was spent having fucked her four times in one day. "Will you spend the night?" he asked, already looking forward to sinking his cock into her in the morning. "Yes," she breathed, her hopes for the morning the same as his. The Commute Each day I get on the bus for the long ride to Rome from our little village. Everyday there is this beautiful woman, dark hair, always dressed in something sexy that shows off her lovely body. And each night, we again ride the bus back. With winter, the sun sets early and the ride back to our separate villages makes most of the people catch long naps till we reach home. I started saying hello to her, but not setting close. But each day I would find a seat closer to hers. She always sits in the back of the bus and everyone seems to allow her her special place. At night I am much slower working my way towards her. But I make sure that each night as we wait for the bus, that I say something to her. After what seems a long time, we began to talk to each other and finally, one day she asks me to sit next to her. The time to Rome seems to fly. I can't keep my eyes off her long sexy legs, the short skirts she wears shows me lots of her beautiful skin. I want to run my hands up her legs, to her mound. I want to touch her pussy, rub it till she is dripping wet and then finger her. But of course I keep my thoughts to myself. Finally, one day the weather is bad. It is raining and there are delays getting to the city. I find her body touching mine, her skirt pulled up farther than ever, giving me a view of the top of her stocking held by a black garter and soon, I even see the edge of her panties. Black also, with fancy lace. I move my eyes to her's and she smiles and then I move my eyes to her blouse. There are more buttons open then closed and I can see her round lovely tits outlined in a black bra. I move my eyes back to hers and smile and then I feel her hand on my leg. The sight of this woman has made me hard and her hand can't help but find the thick meat. She starts to remove her hand but I put my on top of her's and press it down tight on my cock. She open's her mouth, to protest, but I lean forward and press my lips to her's and force her back into the seat. I move her hand up and down my stiff hard on, while pushing my tongue into her mouth. When I break the kiss, she looks at me with wide open eyes. I release her hand and bring my hand to my lips and "Shhhhhh. Jackie. I want you. I have wanted to touch you and kiss you from the very first day. Tonight. I don't want you to wear any panties when you get on the bus. I want to finger your pussy, even to taste it. I will make you cum." Jackie starts to say something, but then is quiet. She just nod's her head. "Good. I will finger you tonight on the way home, getting your pussy nice and wet. I want to taste you. And if there are not too many people, I will want you to suck my cock. You will be mine on this bus from now on. Do you understand?" "Yesss. Yes. I will be yours. I won't wear any panties tonight. My pussy is dripping now. I've wanted you to take me, to force me, to have me. Now I am yours." I lean forward and kiss her, one hand finding a soft firm breast to squeeze. 'ROME. NEXT STOP." I break the kiss and we straighen up ourselves. It will be a while before my cock doesn't show. I lean over and whisper to Jackie. "My cock is hard and I need to cum. Let's find a dark corner and you can suck me off." We exit the bus, Jackie in front of me, hiding the hard cock that she will soon be sucking. I pull her out into the street, it is raining and I hold an umbrella over her head. I spot an alley, with the edge of the roof that will protect us from the rain. I pull her into it and pushing her up against a larger dumpster bring both my hands to her tits. I squeeze them, rubbing them, pitching the nipples. I hear her moan and tell her, "Unzip my pants slut and suck me off. Make it quick. We both have to get to work." I reach behind her and pull out some card board from the dumpster and throw it on the ground and then push her down to her knees. She pulls my cock out and lets her tounge touch the slit. I wish we had time. I would enjoy having her lavish kisses all over my cock and my balls, sucking and kissing me till I can't stand it any more, but this has to be quick. "Suck me cunt. Suck my cock and swallow my cum." She pulls more and more of my stiff rod into her mouth, I can feel her tounge, the back of her throat, as she sucks me. I began to move my hips, grabbing her head and fuck her face. I need to get off. I need to shoot this first load fast and hard. Later, tonight I will repay her for this quick suck, but now all I can do is fuck her face as if it was her pussy. I push more and more of my cock down her throat. I can tell this isn't the first time she has given blow jobs, and she is very good. My balls slap against her chin as I drive my prick down her throat. "Ohhh, yessss, uh, uh, yes, oh, Jackie, suck it. Ohhhh, damn slut, fuck my cock with those lips...Ahhhhhhh." It isn't long. I've been waiting for this for a long time. I feel my cum building and I push the head of my stiff rod deep into her mouth and cry out as wave after wave of salty wet cum spashes the inside of her mouth. She swallows, but I have been wanting this for so long that my cum seems to never stop. I can see a little leaking out the corner of her mouth. I finally send the last of my juices into her stomach and slowly pull out with a wet sloppy sound as her lips travel the length of my cock. She holds my balls in one hand and uses her tongue to lick up the mess around her lips and chin and to lick me clean. The she helps put my cock back into my pants, and I help her up. Without a word we leave the alley and go our own way. Part 2 The Ride Home The weather has gotten worst, heavy rain and lighting. I wait at the bus depot, looking for Jackie. Everytime I have thought of the blow job she gave me this morning, I get hard. Lucky there is a hot slut at work that I was able to corner in the stock room and fuck. I just wish I hadn't ripped her panties like I did, but hell, she was as horny as I was. As I stand waiting for the arrival of the bus, thinking maybe Jackie will have been scared off or not able to make it on time, I get angry. Whispering to myself, "I wish I had that slut bent over one of the seats of the bus, I'd be fucking her hot ass right now." I nearly jump out of my skin as a hand touches my shoulder. I turn and there she is, looking down. I reach my hands out to hers and touch them. Feeling something soft in her hands I look down and pull her hands up so to see what I am touching. A pair of black lace panties meet my gaze. Smiling I take them from her. "Ummm, you did as you were told. Is your pussy as wet as the night?" "Yes." "I can't hear you." "Yes, my pussy is wet. I have been thinking what you have planned for me. I fingered myself three times today. Smell my panties and see how much I have been wanting you to take me." I bring her panties to my face and inhale the sweet sex soaked in them. "Ummm, you are a good slut. Here comes the bus. We will set in back and the first thing you will do is unbutton your blouse." The bus is almost empty, the night dark, the only other people set spaced out, mostly in the middle and front. Each person in their own world. And my world will soon be filled with pussy. As soon as we set in the back seat that runs the width of the bus, we make sure we are behind the double seats in front of us. Jackie doesn't move as soon as I would like and I reach up and cup her tits. Squeezing till her eyes get big, even in the dim light, and a small cry comes from her lips. "I told you bitch, to unbutton your blouse as soon as we got on the bus." Releasing her tits, she quickly unbuttons her blouse and looking forward to see if anyone will notice, I grab her pretty hair and pull her face back so she is looking into mine. "Never mind the others. Just do as you are told cunt. Lay your blouse over the seat in front of us and now take off your bra." With fear in her eyes, she reaches behind her and unhooks the clasp. Her round, firm tits with lovely pink nipples come to view. Licking my lips, I lean forward and lifting one of her tits, open my mouth and engulf as much of her flesh as I can. With my other hand I take her's and place it in my lap. Jackie's fingers tighten around my bulge. Sucking like a baby, I enjoy the first taste of her breasts. I then bring my lips to her nipple. Sucking gently at first, then I put my teeth on it and bite. "Ahhhhh!!" She cries out, but quicky puts a hand over her mouth. My head is below the level of the seat and the one person who hears cann't see what caused the cry. The nipple slips from my teeth and leaning up, "Touch your tits, play with them for me." Then sliding my hand under her skirt forcing her legs apart, I find the moist wet cunt I have been dreaming of all day. Pushing my middle finger into Jackies cunt, hearing her inhale deeply, I bring my lips to hers. Tongues play with each other, my finger sliding in and out of her wet cunt, her hand squeezing my stiff hard rod. Quickly I bring my hands to her shoulders and grabing her roughly, turn and force her off the seat onto the dirty floor. "Take my prick out you cock sucker and give me a blow job. I want to cum on your face." Shaking hands unzip my pants, and with some effort, pull my thick cock free. Now moist wet lips engulf the head, a tongue's tip plays with the slit. Now one hand gribs my cock shaft and moves up and down and slowly more and more of my cock slides into Jackie's mouth. "Ohhh, slut, suck me. Yes,...ohhhhhh, yes. Oh cunt, you are gooood. Suck it whore." Grabbing her hair, my hands gribbing it, I pull her face up and down my shaft. Fucking her face like it was a pussy, feeling the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. Soft wet sounds escape from her throat as I fill it with my meat. I pull her face from me, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet popping sound. Looking into her eyes, I see tears from the pain of pulling her hair. I slap her face. She tries to pull back but I yank on her hair and force her face back onto my cock. "Soon your face will be wet with more than just your worthless tears." I can feel the cum ready to pour from my cock. I ram it deep down her throat, her face pressed into the hair of my cock and stomach. The first couple of blasts go quickly down her throat, then I push her back against the wall of the bus, drag my stiff shooting cock from her lips and jacking it, aim at her face. Blast after blast hit her chin, face, lips, eyes and hair. Soon she is dripping in my white sticky juices. Sitting on the floor, tears still streaming down her face and joining the cum that is also dripping, I reach for her blouse and toss it to her. "Wipe your face cunt. I'm hungry and need your pussy juice. Get your fucking ass up on the seat and spread your legs like a whore in heat." We quicky exchange places, her skirt up around her waist, her moist pussy at my lips, I press my toungue to the heavly hole. Licking up the wet juices that are dripping from her. I then move up to her clit and suck on it. The slut is sooooo turned on and hot that she comes in only seconds, filling my mouth with her juices. Licking my lips, taking the hem of her skirt, I wipe the wet mess from my face. I return to the seat and kiss her, letting her taste her own juices and I taste mine on her lips. Jackie unbuttons my shirt, and uses both hands to play with my nipples, pulling on them. I smile at this hot slut and put my hands on her tits and fill them with soft firm flesh. "You are such a cock sucker. How old were you the first time you tasted cum?" "A man's or a woman's?" "Slut. Both." "My girl friend and I were just teenagers the first time we...we went down on each other. It was after watching an X rated video of her fathers. It had women kissing and licking each other and using all kinds on things on each others pussy. We figured it looked like fun and started touching and kissing." "And the first blow job?" I lean down and lick the stiff nipple of her left tit. "Ohhhh, I...don't stop. I love having my tits kissed and sucked. I...I was fingering my friend at her house six months later just after she had made me cum with her tongue when her brother caught us. He black mailed us both into sucking his cock. Ohhhh, damn that feels good. Suck harder. Suck my tit." "My cock is still hard. I need your cunt. Sit on my lap and lower your pussy onto it." Sitting back I grab her hips as she places her hands on my legs, lowering her pussy onto my cock. I reach under with one hand and place the head of my cock at her slit. Slowly she presses down, and inch by inch my stiff pussy stuffer finds its way into the sluts tight pussy. Together we go to fucking. I reach up and grab a hand full of her long hair and pull her head back and over so I can kiss her neck as she bounces on my lap. "Damn Jackie, you are a hot fuck." The bus stops. A voice, the driver, comes to us in our fuck craze haze. "Accident up ahead. We will park here where there is a dinner and you can all come out and get something to eat while we wait." I pull Jackie over so we can't be seen by the others as they leave the bus. Laying side by side, my cock still in her wet tight cunt, "Now I'm going to get some of that hot ass of yours." Pushing her off my cock she falls onto the floor. "What are you doing?" Standing up, I tighen my hands on her arms and pull her up. Pushing her onto her stomach over the seat I slap her ass hard. Over and over till it is red and tears are running down her face. Her cries can't be heard. The storm is loud and the people are all inside the cafe. The music, turned up to a mild blast to compete with the storm can be heard drifting from the well lit building. "Please...please. Don't. Not that. I've never been fucked in the ass. I don't want to." "Shut up cunt." I push my fingers in her pussy and using the slick juices finger her ass. It takes more time than I want to lube her and open her for my cock. I decide there isn't much time. The road may be fixed at any time and the police arrive to tell everyone they can leave. I slap her hard again and as the sting of the pain fills her, I put the head of my cock at the small opening and push. "Ahhhhhh, ohhhhh, nooo, ohhhhh, damn you. Fuck you." "Shut up whore." I push harder, driving my stiff rod up her ass. I push her down hard on the seat. "Ohhh, yes, sooooooo damn tight bitch." My cock half way in, I stop. Letting her get use to the pain and pleasure. As I feel her start to relax a little since I am no longer driving it in her, I take advantage and push hard, driving it all the way into her. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" I grab her hair again, pulling her head back, my cock now deep in her tight ass, and I bring my hand hard down on her ass cheek. SLAP!!! Now I start to fuck her, moving my cock in and out of her. I grunt with each push, "AHHH...OHH,...AHHHHHHHHH!" I can hear her crying, yet at the same time, I feel a hand moving under her, and I know she is touching her pussy. Playing with her clit. "Yesss, baby, finger yourself, cum for me. Ohhh, yea...damn it, fuck...fuck your pussy as I fuck your ass...ah...uh..." Now her cries are turning into moans. The only sounds now are our fucking and the storm. She shakes and shutters and cries out, "Ahhhh, I'm cummmming. Damn you." With that I shove my cock deep, my balls pressed into the soft ass and shoot my load. The night may be cold, but I am sweating. Blast after blast fill her hole. I can tell some is dripping out. Leaning against the seat with all her weight, Jackie says, "Ohhh, I've never been fucked like that. Damn you. It hurts." Slowly pulling out I fall back onto the seat. We both need to be cleaned up and dressed before the others come back. The rain is slowing and the thunder has stopped. I pick up her blouse and wipe my cock and hand it to her. The blouse is a total loss now. Zipping my pants, I reach to the far side of the back seat and grab our coats. Standing I help her put hers over her half naked body. Only her skirt remains. The rest of her clothes are a mess. I put on my coat and we move forward in the bus to the middle. Sitting in a seat I lay her head on my shoulder, my arm around her. When the people finally return, they find two people, who had been too tired to leave the bus, sleeping. One of the passengers wakes us. "Sorry. But we are leaving. You two must of been sleeping the whole time and didn't get off the bus. Too bad. We had quite a party in the cafe." "Thanks. But this is all the party we wanted." As the bus pulls out, I slide a hand under Jackie's coat and play with her pussy. The Commute About July 26 it always got really old. Especially on a Saturday. Every summer on the ride home, as they came down the track through Walpole he just got this feeling that 'hell, school is out and I should be on vacation.' Not some dumb, squeeze-it-in vacation, three days worrying about all the shit still happening at work, another three at the end worrying about going back to work and maybe a, what, week in the middle to get to know Tom and Annie better, then maybe, if the timing was right, the little punks off at the pool for an afternoon, and her mood was right, then a really great fuck in the middle of the afternoon. A whole year for that? No. So every day at the end of July he wanted that time machine to take him back to whole summers of -not even the summer job at Kent Pool- but just time to do stuff from, what, June 10th to maybe September 7th or something. Teachers had that but he didn't like kids enough to teach. These start ups expected you to pitch in, nights, weekends. This day especially, his last day tweaking the new visual construction medium, the VCM or even the ' Viz ' as the kids call it. Kids. The company hired them and gave them a good salary, a good one, and, he had to admit, they could crank. You just sketched the algorithm and they were suddenly there, 20 steps ahead, plucking subroutines they could tailor from here and there, asking 'why couldn't we' kinds of questions. No fear of client disapproval. Just do it, and if it bombs, do something else. He knew why Stephen kept him on. Because he did get the willies when the clients made demands, because he was comfortable in a suit and remembered thin tie days at I've Been Moved. He could sit with the clients and listen to their bullshit and tell them what they'd get when they went on-line. The new ones, like that shining hacker, Peter couldn't talk at all. Oh, to each other, yes, but then it was not really talking. They'd park in front of a terminal and start bouncing code at each other, "we could, like... and then, like retrofit with this Java Beans.", and so on. Even when they talked about life it was TV and it was shorthand. Kid comes in the room where two others are eating Cheetos and watching a soap on the conference room monitor (how they get it to get broadcast?) One says- "So when Spade ate that orange, was that a riot? And other dude says, "Superb. Kick James's conceited ass." "And that dress..." "Is his mother mad?" "After the baby was born-" "Oh, a natural! Way bitching dumb! " That was the conversation. It would make no sense to ask what it was about because they would screw up their foreheads with that 'do I really have to go there' look and start to talk like camp counselors with a dumb camper. He was useful to them, though. He knew 'the old stuff.' They would realize all of a sudden that something had been Done Before, then come running to him for his arcane knowledge. He would point at a book on his library shelf. They would frantically pillage it, almost tear the page out, look it him, think better of it, borrow pencil and paper, scribbled down some code, rush out, rush back in a couple of minutes later for 'some missing stuff' and rush out again. Above all, he could clean up their dirty code and let them move on to 'the good stuff.' Murray looked out the window of the train at the loft rental sign on the pickle factory next to Walpole station. Almost every time he saw it the thought of quitting popped into his head. Coming out here and setting up in a place like this, cheaper rent, two machines-a Mac and a DOS platform and shopping himself around. His own hours. His own style. Low-ball it. Never mind attracting new Internet cutting edge nuts. People need logos for crissakes. They just want a personal Web page with a few fancy doodads. Hell, they just want advice. They want 'is it time yet?' kind of stuff. He'd need an assistant. Did he dare ask Marielle? Would she give it a second thought? The sun was full on him now and he was sweating heavily again. God, if he only dared. The thought made his penis twinge. It was a little bit sore. She had been in such a hurry. Ellen had never been that kind of urgent and especially not since the kids. There was that one time after the New Year's Eve party when she was high and Tad had been feeling her up. They fought in the car on the way home. They screamed. They cried. They made love in the front seat of the Dodge. Hmmm. Getting horny about two women at once. Used to be you had to play up to a woman a long time before she said yes. Now they ask you. What a day. God, it was close and musty in that place, the huge windows along the south side looking out on Summer Street just throwing the heat in. You couldn't open them. The air-conditioning pushing weakly down from the ceiling. He was chopping away late, trying to get the buttons to work right in the Cardiac Interactive Diagnostic Analyzer. For some reason they kept winking out whenever you clicked on them. Marielle was behind him, across Hackers Alley in her cubicle, on the phone with someone. She was eating a tuna sandwich, which he could smell, and she was laughing her head off. Marielle broke the dress code. Almost everyone, men and women, dressed in jeans. Maybe it was the marketing link but Marielle almost always dressed in black, fashionable black. She even wore skirts. Of course she had to know the stuff so she could explain it to the clients and get their feedback. So she really was very smart, often told him things that got him through an impasse. Hell, she did it for everyone. So she was sort of the webbing that held things together, not a project lead but something better because nobody was phony with her. They said what wasn't working. She gave them new ideas. A horse fly settled on his terminal and then went away, buzzed around him again, settled on his ear. It was like a little devil sent to keep him from finishing his work. Marielle called out: "So is he bothering you now? Can you kill him? I've got a rolled up magazine if you need it." He swiveled around to look at her. Had she set him up? She was still on the phone, tilted way back in her chair, swinging back and forth, her legs restless. She was, what, thirty feet away. The light was from a fluorescent overhead and she was wearing black, but under the black skirt he could pretty much tell she had nothing on. He quickly turned back to his terminal, mumbling something about having a newspaper. The fly wasn't around, so he started scanning the code again, looking for the conflict. A huge 'whack!' on the filing cabinet behind him made him yell. "Got him!" Marielle giggled, holding out the magazine with the crushed insect on it. He was speechless. He continued to be speechless a she crowded in next him, then started playing with his program. She was totally concentrated on it, shifting lines of code. "There, I think that's got it. The object was fighting the cursor. One had to give." A few keystrokes. Done. Easy as pie. Suddenly he felt very old and very stupid. Then she noticed his hound dog look. So she kissed him on the nose. No overtures. Just did. Then she kissed his mouth. He thought she would stop. She didn't. The machine's fan hummed. The traffic outside made its white noise but otherwise the place was so quiet he could hear her breath. His hands found lives of their own. One clamped on her right breast and its middle two fingers crushed into her nipple. The other slid up the inside of her leg. She began a little dance, squeezing his hand between her thighs. He didn't want to move too fast but she was pushing herself down onto his fingers. Both his index and second finger slipped in easily. She rode them until his palm was wet. Papers on his desk began to fall on the floor. She stopped. She thought. "I know a place." She whispered. It was a storage closet out in the corridor next to the women's room. She almost threw him into it. There were large stacks of copy paper on the floor and he sat on one. She closed the door and it was absolutely dark and very close and maybe a hundred degrees. He didn't have to do anything. In a few swift moves she had his trousers down, her skirt up and she had climbed onto him, grinding down hard. There was no pretense at tenderness. She pushed him. She pulled him. She latched her teeth onto his earlobe. He was very hot, his head like an overstretched balloon. As much as he wanted to relax, just let go, he was hyper conscious of the sounds of the elevator, the air vents, the amazing slick that was coming from Marielle, running down his legs and on to the copy paper. She scooped up one of her breasts, squeezing it so the nipple was tight and swollen, pushing it back and forth across his face until she found his mouth. "Bite it! No, bite it hard!" She urged. "Now suck it in!" As she launched into her climax she crushed his face to her chest so tightly that he could not breathe. She buried her mouth in the top of his head to keep from crying out. He could feel the edges of her teeth on his bald wet scalp. Her hips snapped once, twice, three times and her hot breath bathed the top of his head. But she didn't stop. He couldn't believe it, how she went on and on, flexing in great spasms and then easing off while she whimpered in his ear like a puppy starving for mother's milk, rocking, pushing and then demanding more, pulling his face into the slippery valley between her breasts, and then finally, unable to keep quiet any longer howling in his right ear until he was deaf. He passed out before he could come. The darkness was red and there seem to be a slow hot wind blowing. He dreamed of being in a cave in the side of a cliff. He woke up in a hot closet. Marielle was gone. There were voices in the corridor, as he stood up, shaky. He tried to pull his pants up and staggered forward into the dark cracking his head against the edge of a shelf. Finally, he realized there must be a light and he felt around for the switch. He managed to get himself almost presentable with the help of his distorted image in a coffee urn. The stack of paper was streaked with stains. He picked up a tape dispenser and left. When he got to his cube Marielle was on the phone again looking just as she had before. She hardly glanced at him, but on his monitor he found a sticky that said, "Thanks for the contribution. M." Maybe ten minutes later Tad came into his cubicle and asked about the button problem. "All fixed." He had said. Ted was looking at him funny so he asked, "What?" "You look kind of red and sweaty. It worries me. Maybe you have been pushing too hard. I'm sorry. It's a big contract." "I can handle it." "All the same. This part's done. Why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off? I would if I could." He had objected, but he didn't really mean it. Somehow he wanted to get away and not let the extraordinary thing with Marielle be diluted by ordinary office stuff. As the train neared Forge Park the engineer hit the whistle and Murray shrugged his shoulders. A persistent cramp had been bothering the back of his neck ever since he woke up in the closet. His jaw was sore. Marielle was no chiropractor. Ellen would be surprised to see him and might stew about whether or not he had been fired. Maybe he would lead her on a bit. He liked to see her worried about him. Somehow the thing in the closet didn't bother his conscience. Maybe was because it happened at work and in the dark. He was a top of the stairs when he felt the train stop. It felt like something punched him in the middle of the chest and slammed him against a wall. He could feel himself stop breathing and he wondered when he would start again. Then he seemed to watch from a very long distance as his body fell so slowly down each step until he hit the floor and went back into the warm red dark. The Commute The afternoon commuter train was packed. If I hadn't been in such a rush I would have skipped this train and waited for another where standing room only wasn't an issue. Ah well. Sigh. It could be worse. The women with the pointy bag jabbing into my back might get off at the next stop. The boy with the too loud Ipod might run out batteries, and Hello, who is that? Cute guy alert at 6 o'clock. If I turn just a bit why, I'll have eye candy. Is he wearing a ring? Nope. Excellent. All the better for my overactive imagination. The next stop is a main artery. Hope he doesn't off. A mass exodus occurs and twice as many people get on. With a little strategic wiggle I'm next to Mr Cutie with the brooding dark eyes. He even has a tiny scar by his eye brow. He could be a bad boy. Hmmmm. As the train pulls, out bodies sway and grip the hand rails. Gee another centimeter and our hands will touch. A mischievous smile tips up the corner of my lip. It takes so little to amuse me. As the train pulls into the next stop we sway. More people crowd in. It would take so little to bump into him. As the train lurches, stops, lurches, stops, and starts again, it happens. I brush up against him, and yes, it's my breasts against his arm and side. I mutter a, "Sorry", but it comes out a little breathless. He looks at me, and a crooked smile slowly crosses his face. "My pleasure." Husky voice. OMG. I can feel the blush creeping down my neck and across my chest. His hand shifts lower on the rail, brushing mine. The heat pulls from my face to my lower parts. Liquid heat and blushes. I try to smile and I see the laughter in his eyes. He's enjoying his effect on me. Rat bastard! The next stop is the last one where a lot more people pile into the overflowing car. I'm ready though and when the doors open, I slide in front of him and make sure that I brush my ass into his crotch. Hello. He's feeling it too. What I'm not prepared for is the way he reaches around me and puts his other hand on the rail, caging me in. I can feel the length of him pressed against my back. His hard-on nudging the crease in my ass. The liquid heat arrows to my pussy at this bold move. Moist air in my ear. A lick, a nibble, and a rumbled, "You are so fucking hot." I reach back with my hand and grip his thigh. Wondering and hoping for something more. It's insane and so incredible. The oxygen in my brain leaks out as he pushes a leg between my thigh, grips my hip and thrusts an amazing hard-on into the delta below my ass. The air leaves me in a breathless woooosh that is part sigh and part moan. Laughter in my ear. A nip on my nape. And my knees go weak. A hand is there to catch me and pulls me into him. Spooning me. My skirt is riding up and I don't care. I wiggle back against him, secure in the smash of bodies surrounding us. With each halting jolt of the subway train he thrusts and retreats and my body temperature climbs. Finally it's my stop. I look back at him as I pull away to exit the train. He's following me to the garage. I stop at the elevator and he clears his throat, "What floor?" "The top" At the third floor the last passenger gets off. And then he pulls me against him and kisses me, eating at my lips. His hand grips my ass and pulls me towards him. Hot, hot, hot... I'm melting and dueling my tongue with his, my nipples in aching peaks. I rub my chest to his and try to absorb him through my skin. The elevator slowly climbs to the next floor. The one side facing out of the building is glass. The exhibitionist in me takes control and I'm lifting my skirt and pushing down my panties. He can take a hint, and there with my hands against the glass he inserts a finger into my pussy. I clench his finger with my internal muscles and a moan escapes his lips. The door opens on the top floor and he pulls me out and starts backing me up to a pickup truck. My panties lay in a pool on the elevator floor as the door slides shuts. He braces my hands on the door of the truck, lifts my skirts and hitches his pants open. In a smooth move he thrusts his cock into my wetness, filling me up, and up, and up. Then he starts to fuck me in earnest. Harder and deeper. His pace is too slow. I whisper, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Faster, please, faster." And he laughs and complies. Teeth sinking into my neck, hands reaching under my top to squeeze my nipples hard. I can feel my clit swelling and aching. I want more. "Fuck me, don't stop. Don't ever stop." His thrusts grow harder, almost violent. I love it and tell him so. He tells me, "You are such a hot little bitch. You pussy is heaven. I'm going to fuck you good honey." I can feel the convulsions starting, "I'm going to cum. Oh my God, I'm going to cum." And he rides me harder, and faster, and deeper and shocks me, pushing a finger in my ass. That's it. I'm gone, and so is he. His seed gushing into me in hot jets. "Wow that was amazing. That has to be the best commute ever." And with a soft kiss, he zips up and jogs to the steps and is gone. The smile on my lips lingers all the way home. The phrase Rush hour has a whole new meaning to me. The Commute Every day the same. Get ready for work, drive to the train, get on the train, ride into Manhattan, get off the train, walk to work. Rinse repeat. And then one day, a man named Clark walked into my train car and sat down beside me, and everything changed for the better. It's hard to remember which one of us addressed the other first but it wasn't long until we had established a regular, friendly routine. We spoke about work, about our spouses, about travel, about politics. We spoke about everything and anything. Clark traveled a lot for work over seeing the regional restaurant empire of a well known chef and so there were long stretches – sometimes weeks at a time- where we didn't see each other. I found I'd grown accustomed to his company and missed him in his absence. Good friends are hard to find and good commuting friends are even harder. You spend 2 hours a day every day with the same group of people on the train but typically don't hit it off with most other passengers. It was during one of these long stretches apart that summer turned over to autumn and the days grew colder. It's my favorite time of the year. I love the scent of wood burning in the fireplace and I love the feeling of the leaves crinkling under my feet. I especially love to wear my stockings and garter belt with high heels to work, which are perfect for the cool autumn mornings. When I wear them I feel sexy and powerful. From all outward appearances I'm wearing ordinary pantyhose like any other woman; only I know the secret hidden under my skirt. I find I hold my head up a little higher when I walk down the street and I am more confident in meetings at the office. I was sitting in my usual spot on the LIRR one recent Monday morning in Autumn when Clark strolled my way. "Long time no see stranger", he called to me from down the aisle. I gave him my best smile as he moved closer to me. He sat down next to me and smiled in return. He looked great and I was glad to see him. We began to chit-chat and catch up on the latest events in our lives since we'd last spoken. Throughout our conversation though I noticed he seemed a bit distracted. I was more than a little offended because we're supposed to be friends and friends give each other due attention when conversing. It wasn't until about 20 minutes into our conversation that it dawned on me he was sneaking glances at my upper thigh. I followed his gaze and noticed that my skirt had ridden up my leg, exposing the top of my stocking and the clasp of my garter belt. Up until that moment I never considered the possibility that Clark could be sexually attracted to me. He seemed like such the straight shooter when it came to his marriage and while I often found myself fantasizing about him in those little moments alone in the bath, I never assumed he saw me as anything other than his commute companion. Over the next few minutes I watched his gaze return again and again to my thigh. It was such a turn on. He was clearly hooked on the view and I felt even more powerful than I did from wearing the sexy clothes. He wanted me. He wanted me. My smile widened as I turned this delicious reality over and over again in my mind. A few moments later I took the strategic opportunity to turn toward him slightly; just enough to provide him a perfect viewing angle of my black lace demi bra that I wore under my low cut top. I watched with pleasure as his eyes now trailed from my thigh to my breasts and back to my face. Over and over he rotated between these views. All the while we discussed ordinary events. I was disappointed when the train pulled into Penn station and it was time to go our separate ways. It was nearly impossible to get any work done that day as I sat in my office thinking over the morning's turn of events with Clark. Our fun was just beginning. Each day that week he appeared on the train, found his place beside me, and devoured my body with his eyes. Each day I tried to open myself up to him a little bit more. My signals and hints became more decadent. By Friday I thought nothing of casually draping my arm across his thigh mid-sentence or absentmindedly stroking my neck with the hand of my other arm. I measured my progress in seduction by how visibly difficult it became for him to focus on our banal conversations. He remained on my mind every hour of that weekend. I lay next to my husband but when he put his hands on me I thought about Clark. I fantasized that Clark was thinking of me also as he lay with his wife. On Monday I took the game up another level. I took more than a dozen self-portraits in lingerie on my camera phone early that morning at home and when Clark sat next to me on the train I tuned in and out of our conversation as I reviewed the photos on my phone. "Sorry to be a bad conversationalist today. I'm working on an special intimate project.", I said to him. I knew this would get his attention. If he wasn't already looking over my shoulder before my remark, he was definitely doing so now. I was very slow and deliberate with my pace in moving through the pictures, rotating the images, cropping one, adjusting the lighting on another, pretending not to notice his attention on me. I could hear his breathing slowly progress to a heavier rhythm beside me. Hooked! He was absolutely hooked. I had him in the palm of my hand. My confidence swelled and I was already wet, aroused by my own sexual prowess. I grinned from ear to ear in victory, I couldn't help myself. Clark leaned in very close to me. I suspected that he might be so far over the edge that he would try to kiss me. That wouldn't be a great idea in public. You never know who knows someone who knows someone who knows my husband or his wife. I panicked for just a moment, my smile collapsing. But he didn't try to kiss me. He leaned in even closer, brought his mouth near my ears and whispered to me these words: "I know you're very proud of yourself Julia. I know the game you've been playing and I know you think you've won. Every day last week you thought you were controlling me, manipulating me, teasing me. You were so fucking full of yourself it never occurred to you that I saw right through you and was playing the game as well. I'm an excellent poker player and in this game of sexual poker I'm the best there ever was. And now it's my turn to show you who has really been in control this whole time." Slowly he drew his head away from me and when I looked at his face I saw that his jaw was tightened and his eyes were steady and serious. I was anxious and incredibly aroused at the same time. He didn't say another word to me the rest of the way into Manhattan and I didn't speak to him either. Too afraid to break the spell of the moment. He slipped a piece of paper into my hand as we approached Penn station. I opened it to read what he had written clearly some time prior to this morning. In case you harbor any remaining doubts as to who is steering this ship you will observe that I am calling you out on your blatant seduction schemes here in this note (which I wrote last Friday soon after I got home). You've played well, you've put up a brave front, but now we're going to do things my way. When this train stops you are going to follow me to my office. You are not going to speak until spoken to. And you are going to do what I say for the rest of the day. Is that understood? I hope you didn't begin this game without intending to finish it. The train came to a stop in the station and the passengers in our car stood up to exit the train. Each time I made eye contact with Clark he returned my expression with that same unwavering stare. I knew I was going to follow him. Clearly he knew it as well. He was right; he was in control. We stepped off the train, him in front and me behind and then he paused to fall back beside me as we walked toward the ground floor and out onto the street. He was currently working in a new restaurant just a few blocks from the station and he led me there straightaway. Once inside he escorted me to the bar and poured us both a drink from behind the counter. A quick cocktail of my favorite (he must have remembered from our conversations) – Baileys with milk over ice. Two cocktails later without a word spoken between us he quietly signaled for me to follow him as led me to his office. It was a small room with just a bookcase full of cookbooks and a working desk that supported his laptop, a stack of papers, and a picture of his wife and children at the beach. Touching. I thought about the kind of man I thought Clark was – innocent, shy, and a bit introverted - and then I thought about the revelations that morning that demonstrated what kind of man he really is. "First things first princess. You are going to give me a massage." I stood there, dumbfounded while he opened up his desk drawer and removed a bottle of massage oil. He sat it on the desk and then walked over to his door and turned the lock. He returned to the desk and asked me (for which I was appreciative and grateful) if I was ready to begin. I nodded. He relaxed a bit then and smiled as he gestured toward his pants and shrugged his shoulders. "These pants aren't going to take themselves off princess." I took three steps toward him and placed my hands on his waistband. I captured the top button with my fingers and deftly unbuttoned his pants before sliding the zipper down. As my hand brushed against his boxers I could feel his dick and it was very hard. That really stoked my arousal. He was hard for me. For me. As I worked his pants off his toned, tanned legs, he propped himself up on the desk, sliding his laptop, the papers, and the family photo carefully to the far end. I moved closer again, this time unbuttoning his shirt and then removing it. I quietly removed his socks next, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. I was still fully dressed and that helped me feel a bit more in control. Sitting his is office chair and facing him, I opened the bottle of oil and dribbled just a bit into my left hand. With my right hand I rubbed against my left, spreading the oil across the entire surface of my hands. I brought my hands to his chest and rubbed them up over his collarbone and then down over his nipples. I returned to the nipples and ran my fingers up and over them again. He let his head fall back just a bit as his hands found mind and pushed them lower. I worked his abs, his upper thigh and his calves, but was careful to avoid his pelvic region. I massaged his feet, leaning on the expert techniques I'd learned on my last trip to Phuket in the Thai spas. I could tell he was growing impatient. "Don't forget that I'm in control princess." He said so, but in that moment I felt the scales were tipped a little more evenly and I liked that. I decided to go in for the kill. I slid my hands down inside his boxers and ran my fingers against his flesh, trailing down to the base of his dick. Once I had them there I circled the base loosely, slid my hands one after the other down along the shaft and up and over the tip. I looked up at Clark hoping to make eye contact but he'd closed his eyes. With a smooth motion I slipped his dick out over the top of his boxers and down, exposing him to me. Still his eyes remained closed. I held my breath and moved my mouth effortlessly toward his dick and gingerly took it into my mouth. For this, he opened his eyes. He looked at me tenderly then, with a vulnerability I found endearing. I started to work him with my mouth, taking him in deeper with each pass. He was very thick and longer than average but I have excellent control of my gag reflex so it was no problem. While I licked, sucked, and slurped his dick with my mouth I toyed with his balls with my hands. After a few more minutes of this he said to me, "As much as I love this, I don't want to peak too soon. This feels so fucking good I can only imagine how great the sex is going to be. It's time to get you ready." Little did he know I was already soaking wet. Still, the foreplay was nice. He pulled me up to stand between his legs. He nibbled my earlobes, kissed along my jawline and tongued my mouth expertly. He executed quick little bites along both sides of my neck as he massaged my breasts through my blouse with his hands. His hands moved first to my thighs and then up over the top of my stockings and to just above the parting of my thighs. He petted me through my lacy panties before working his hand underneath and stroking my clit for a good one two three count. I let out a moan and my knees trembled a bit. I wanted him inside of me now. Now! He knew what I wanted but he wanted to remind me who was in control of this game. He grabbed me by the back of my hair and pulled my head back gently. With his right hand holding my hair and his left hand still inside my panties he leaned closer to me again and whispered in my ear, "I am GOING to fuck you Julia." My knees buckled upon hearing this welcome news and I whimpered a bit as I was held in place by his grip on my hair. He turned us around in a fluid motion, placing me against the desk with him facing. He let go of my hair, slid his hand out from under my skirt and then used both hands to pull my skirt, garter belt, panties, and stockings off. He hoisted me up on the desk bare assed and pushed me back so that the back of my blouse and I fell against the surface of the desk. He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk with his strong arms and hoisted my legs above his shoulders. Somewhere in that process he'd also managed to remove his boxers because as I peered around my own thighs I saw he was now completely naked. He literally ripped my blouse apart, buttons flying everywhere and grabbed my breasts hard through the lacy material as he entered me. I'd like to report that he started with slow and easy motions before picking up the pace (because that sounds so fitting and erotic for this memoir) but he was in control and he fucked me hard and fast from the start. He was insatiable with lust and desire and just couldn't get enough of me. He slammed into me over and over and over again like a wild animal. This went on for a good ten minutes and I was just about to cum for him when he pulled out of my pussy and ejaculated all over my breasts and neck. There's nothing sexier than a man marking his territory on my body with his cum but I was so close to the edge without relief that I began to cry softly. "Please.", I begged through tears that were coming faster now. "Please, finish me." He smiled at me, a wide cocky grin. He reached into his desk and pulled out a blindfold (who the hell keeps a blindfold in his desk?). He placed the blindfold over my eyes and said, "This is my little souvenir from my last transpacific flight. I find it handy for blocking out the light during afternoon naps at work. Now we have put it to better use." Clothed only in my bra and with his cum still drizzled across my chest, he led me barefoot across his office and I heard him open the door. I paused. "Clark. Clark! Aren't your staff going to see us?", I asked in a panic. "No, mandatory safety training today at our sister restaurant on Columbus Circle. Everyone headed over there at least 20 minutes ago." He led me by the hand out of his office and presumably the other way down the hallway which we had originally entered through. "You're so fucking hot right now, I think we need to cool you off." I had no idea where this was going. I heard a door open; it sounded like something was being unsealed. And then he was tugging on my arm again and pulling me into a room before turning me sideways. "Fuck the floor is cold Clark". "In the first place, of course it's cold, it's the walk in refrigerator. In the second place, didn't I tell you not to speak unless spoken to?" He grabbed me by my hair again and said sternly, "That's the last time you disobey me princess. Do you understand?" I didn't say a word in reply. He told me to lean against the wall which was waiting behind me and I did. He let go of my arm. He told me to slide down the wall till I came to the ground and I did. He was already on the ground waiting for me and as I met the floor (fucking cold floor!), he slid my legs out further from the wall, pulling my whole body toward the center of the room. He spread my legs with his arms and started licking and nibbling the inside of my left thigh. He sucked and licked his way down to my vulva and just when I thought he was going to take care of me he skipped over it and started licking and nibbling the inside of my right thigh. Agony. Agony. Agony. I whimpered again and ran my fingers anxiously through his hair. He repeated these motions at least twice more before he finally rewarded me with the best clit licking I have every experienced. Occasionally he'd pause to take my entire clitoris into his mouth, tonguing it, while probing my pussy with his fingers. It didn't take me long to go over that sweet edge and I bucked my hips and cried out as the orgasm rolled over me. Clark and I have a standard play date now once a week on Friday mornings whenever he is in town. Sometimes we go to his office, sometimes we go to mine. I don't know how long this friends with benefits situation is going to continue but I am enjoying our naughty illicit affair for as long as it does. So far neither of our spouses suspect a thing and that's just the way we intend to keep it of course.