0 comments/  30361 views/  8 favorites

The Commuter Train

By: Cajun Boy



Getting to work is such a problem when you have to rely on the commuter trains going into the city. If you don't get on quick enough, the seats fill up and you have to stand there and hold on to the strap, while the train is moving. Unfortunately, the crowds are heavy sometimes and it seems a little crowded most of the time, but you get used to it.

Another thing that is bad is when the train has problems and has to stop in the middle of it's run. It doesn't happen too often but this one particular afternoon, coming home from work, it had a problem and it put us into a darkness when they had to cut power for a bit. The most unbelievable thing happened that day and I wanted to share it with you.

I'm what you call an average looking lady. Some say better than average, but being the modest person that I am…I won't brag. I guess my best feature is my body. I keep fit and I have some say I have legs to die for, and I like to wear short skirts to accentuate them.

This one particular evening, I had worn one of my shortest ones, so I know that there were a lot of eyes on me. So anyway, the train was crowded as usual with people pressing up against you as you stood holding on. Sometimes I wonder if they notice rubbing against you or whether it is on purpose or not. After a while you get used to it though.

The train started slowing down and I knew that it wasn't at the normal stop so I just watched and waited to see what was going to happen. The train kept slowing down until it finally came to a stop. Once the train stopped, for some reason the power was cut and the car I was in went into a darkness that caused everyone to be uncomfortable with the situation. But being the old hand at this, I knew that the best thing to do is just stand your ground and wait until the lights came on and we started moving again. Surely, it wouldn't be that long.

The next few moments turned out to be the most incredible thing that I had ever experienced before.

During the darkness, I suddenly felt two hands grabbing me firmly on my shapely hips and then I felt someone pressing themselves real close to my backside. I tried to turn around and see who it was, but the hands were strong and he wouldn't let me move. I begin to panic, not knowing what he was going to do, then I felt him press closer and a distinct lump in the front of his pants begin to surface against my ass.

My mind started reeling, wondering what he was doing, what I should do, do I move, or just what? My mind said go, but I suddenly felt a warm fuzzy feeling down in my pussy and I felt myself becoming wet. Oh my gosh, is this really happening?

His rubbing became more intense and the obvious lump kept getting larger as he moved his body as to position his cock against the crack of my ass.

I could feel his fingers start moving on my sides and I suddenly felt the skirt I had on was moving up my leg. A mixture of fright and desire flooded throughout my body and centered between my legs. Is this really going to happen…will he touch me. God, I don't know what to do.

His hand moved down and I felt his fingers touching the skin of my thigh. He stroked it momentarily and then he moved his hand and slipped under the leg hole of my panties until I felt him touch my lips. I thought I was going to die at that moment as his finger brushes my clit and dips down between my wet lips, entering me. I close my eyes and bite my lip and my knuckles were almost white from gripping the strap so hard.

The fright came back when I realized that the lights could come on any moment and someone could see me. But at this point, I was almost at the point that I didn't care because of the feelings I had in my pussy, not to mention his experienced finger.

Losing control of myself was not an option at this point. It was over for me. All I could do was enjoy this moment. To feel what he was doing. Feeling my knees getting weaker, almost to the point of falling. I think he sensed it and put his other hand around my waist to support me. God, this was unbelievable and I was letting it happen.

My legs developed a mind of their own as they parted to give him an easier access to my pussy. He didn't disappoint me as he started working it in and out of me and up to my clit where he paid equal attention . My juices were flooding now. Dripping down over his hand and down my inner thigh.

My ass pressed back as his cock was straining to nuzzle itself between my ass cheeks. He felt so big and I wanted it. I was out of control now as I reached behind me and started rubbing his cock through his pants. He took his hand from my waist and unzipped his fly then took my hand and place it at it's opening and with deft fingers, I reached in and found he wasn't wearing any underwear. I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled it out of his pants as his fingers were driving me to the point of explosion.

Who is this man. I don't even know what he looks like yet he had total control over my body now. I didn't care at this moment if the lights came on or not.

His cock was bigger then I had ever felt before. I wanted to see it, but I knew that I can't turn around.

My fingers traced its length and girth. His head was a sensitive mushroom shaped part of his body. My hand gripped him and began moving back and forth, feeling it grow in my hand.

I felt his fingers working under my skirt and then pull on the top of my panties, moving them down my legs. They fell to the floor and the panic really focused on my mind. My God, was he going to fuck me right here. God, I want him to. I want to feel that monstrous cock buried in my pussy. Nothing else matters at this point.

He pressed his hand on the middle of my back, pushing me forward at the waist as I felt the head of his cock touching the sensitive skin of my ass. He grabbed it and aimed it at the opening of my drenched pussy. I felt the head rub against me as he was gathering my juices to lubricate him for entering me. I closed my eyes and moved back against him as I felt the head part my lips and find it's way in.

His size hurt for a moment as he gently guided his cock into me. But once he felt that I was going to be able to take him, the animal came out in him. Actually, both of us. I had to have him. I wanted him to fill me to capacity and feel his cum deeper than it has ever been felt before.

His hands moved back to my hips and he started thrusting his monstrous cock deeper and harder. His hands pulling my hips back each time he thrusts forward. I had to put my finger in my mouth and bite down on it to keep from screaming because of the pleasure this man was giving me.

I could hear his skin pounding against my ass and knew that someone else must hear it also, but did I care? No, I didn't because I had to have him.

Waves of my juices were running down my legs as his cock stretched my pussy to capacity. Never before have I felt pain feel so good. I was determined to make him cum as he already has made me cum several times. I was caught up in my bliss.

I reached under between my legs and my fingers began massaging my clit and feeling his cock as he pistons in and out of my wet hole. I could hear his breathing become labored with his fucking me and felt that he was about to explode inside of me. I reach my hand further under my legs and reach his balls that were hardened and dangling as he thrust against me. I took them in my hands and began rolling them around with my hand and at that moment he drives his cock into my stomach and unloads what I have craved from the beginning. I fight my scream as I feel his cock throbbing deep inside of me. Never before have I felt so satisfied and to never have seen who he was frightens me. Here he has just unmercifully fucked me and I've never seen his face or kissed him.

I felt him pull his cock out of me with a pop from the suction it produced in my pussy. He took his hand and stuffed it inside of his pants and quietly moved away as I reached down and was putting on my panties. No sooner than I got them on, the power came on in the train and it excited me to be able to see who this man was.

My face still flushed from the wonderful fuck I just received, I quickly turn around to see him. A huge smile is on my face as I look around. Suddenly a panic overtakes my mind. I look at the faces for a clue, but there is none. Where is this man that has brought me so much pleasure. A deep sick feeling develops at the juncture of my thighs. The smile leaves as frantic sets in as the doors open for the train and people begin hurrying off.

As I sit in my tub, bathing, the thought of at least seeing him would have been nice, but the memory will live on as far as the amount of pleasure this mystery man gave me.

The Commuter Train



(Dedicated to my most wonderful sweetheart Deni, my honey, my darling, my mentor, my inspiration! And to Penny, my 'precious' Penny, my Australian darling. These are some of the most important people in my life! They have a very special place in my heart and can never ever be fulfilled by anyone else. I love you Deni. I love you Penny.) 

I felt her whole body shaking as she lay in my arms. "Oh God," I thought to myself as I ran my hands over the smoothness of her bare back as she hugged and held on to me as though her very life depended on it. "Her skin is so smooth ... so soft." Then I heard the little cute high pitched and yes, excited voice again, full of anticipation ... oh so full of need ... so ready!

"Dottie ... Dottie, I think I'm ready ... I think ... I ... I ...," she said, almost in a whisper before I cut her off.

"I know baby ... yes, honey ... I know," I answered her in a very soft and soothing tone of voice. "Here my darling ... let me get my leg between your legs. Yes ... yes ... just like that. Now honey, rub your tender sweet honey pot on my knee ... yes, that's it ... just like that."

"Oooohhhh ... oh my goodness," the voice came back to me again, even in a higher sounding tone than before, her breathing becoming more intense. "Oh ... I think I'm ... aaahhh ... I think I'm getting your leg all wet."

I wanted to laugh at her innocence ... but I couldn't! I knew this was her very first time. This was the first time she had ever been with another woman and I was determined to make it a night she would never forget!

"That's ok honey ... that's just fine. I love to feel your honey juices on me," I answered her, trying to reassure her ... trying to get her ready for her orgasm. "Do you feel the waves coming honey?" I asked again in as soft a voice as I could, taking into consideration my own excitement at bringing this beautiful petite woman to this high point of passion.

"Oh God yes ... yes ... I feel like ... I feel like I am going to ... to explode," she answered.

"Good baby," I replied. "Tell Dottie what you want to do honey."

"Oh geeze ... God ... oh God, I want to ... I want to ..." her voice came out in little spurts between her increasingly rapid breathing, her embarrassment apparent at her own knowledge that she was losing control ... that she was reaching the point of no return.

"Go ahead and say it honey," I kept encouraging her. "Tell me baby ... tell Dottie what you want. Dottie loves to hear you say it."

"Oh God Dottie, do I have to ... do I have to ... say it?" she said again, the bashfulness obvious in the tone of her voice.

"Yes sweetheart, yes ... you have to tell me what you want honey," I replied. "I like to hear you say it sweetie. It gets me excited." As I spoke to her this time, I moved my knee a little forward and deeper into her vagina ... then moved it upward. "Find the spot," I thought to myself as she began moving her hips back and forth in earnest as though she was fucking my knee. I ran my fingers through her hair. The same hair I had washed just a little while ago. Then I kissed her on the forehead and ran my hands down the small of her back letting my fingers slowly drift down her spine until they came to rest on her hips to both guide her and slow her down a bit to kind of hold her off. I didn't want it to happen too fast. I wanted her to feel what it was like to be at the peak of her sexual arousal and to linger there for a while taking in this euphoric sensation. I wanted to keep her there for as long as I could so she would have the most intense orgasm of her life.

But I also had another motive for keeping her at the peak of her arousal. I knew a woman in this state of sexual stimulation was much more likely to be amenable to my suggestions and I wanted her to be mine ... at least for this one night!

"Go ahead honey ... tell Dottie honey, tell Dottie what you need," I said as I moved my head closer to her ear so I could whisper even softer to her to give her a sense of 'belonging' ... a sense of 'privacy' ... a sense of 'security.' Then I took one hand and moved it from her hip and put it on her ass. I moved one finger down between her legs to gather up a small amount of the lubricants I found there. I moved the palm of my hand back up to her ass cheeks resting it just at the beginning of the 'separation' of her ass cheeks with my fingers disappearing in the 'valley' ... one finger in particular heading for its designated target!

I let my one finger rest at the opening ... at the aperture it found there. I pushed ever so slightly ... just enough to make the little 'rosebud' give way and make her feel the sensation of being penetrated there. She hesitated for only a moment, then actually pushed backward to 'take' a little more of my finger. Then I tried to regulate the movement of her hips so they became synchronized with my finger. On the 'downward' motion of her hips my knee would penetrate her vagina and I could actually feel the stiffness of her engorged clit! On her upward motion my finger would insert itself about a quarter of an inch into her tight anus and I could feel the contraction of her 'rosebud' gripping my finger. Now she was never free of some penetration ... either in the 'front' or in the 'back.'

"Oh God yes," I thought to myself. "She is giving herself to me so willingly." I knew I was reaching my own peak ... my own almost uncontainable arousal. My breathing was becoming more rapid and it seemed like my rapid breathing was alternating with hers. When she would breathe in, I would breathe out, thus we were never separated ... not even for a second. When the air was expelled from her lungs, her breasts, especially her nipples were against my nipples, and as she inhaled and I exhaled the process continued. Our nipples were always in contact with each others. Just like two electrical wires we were 'spliced' together, the connection between us was solid, and the electrical current that flowed through our two bodies was now one.  

I moved my other hand between my legs and started to rub my own soaked outer vagina lips letting first one finger slip into my opening ... then two fingers. I knew at this point, this beautiful little woman wouldn't be able to 'hold off' much longer ... and I was right!

"Oh God ... oh God ... I want to ... I need to cum ... Dottie, please, please ... Dottie, I want to cum," she cried out to me, her voice almost seemingly in a state of panic! "Yes, yes, yes ... oh God Dottie ... please, take me ... take me!" 

"Yes honey ... oh shit honey, let yourself go baby ... yes, yes honey ... I have you honey ... let yourself go sweetheart ... oh goodness ... I'm cumming with you baby ... we're both going," I shouted even louder than her as I felt all the built up waves of passion beginning at the top of my head shoot rapidly through my body and release their energy deep in my vagina and my own lubricants let loose like a torrent of water breaking through a dam.

I felt the last downward push of her hips on my knee as though she was trying to take my whole leg inside of her. Then the familiar pause when one is letting go and releasing the life force living deep within ... letting the beauty of an unfathomable orgasm happen in unison with someone else. Like two singers singing our parts in a musical passage at the same pitch or in octaves, we had reached the perfect harmonic combination of two tones ... and now we were 'melting' into 'one.'

We had both reached the top of the cliff and had gone over. It was a very steep cliff and we found ourselves suddenly suspended in air with nothing under us ... absolutely nothing! When we looked down, a river ran thousands of feet below us cutting through a deep green forest. But we weren't falling fast; rather we were drifting peacefully downward ... downward toward the pure green forest. This beautiful woman that I held in my arms was kissing me on the lips, on the nose, all over my face ... not once, not twice, but it seemed like hundreds of times.

I took her head and rested it in between my ample breasts and stroked her head very gently as the last of her 'tremors' began to subside. I put my mouth once more close to her ear and whispered as a mother would to a new born child ... "I love you sweetheart."

Then I heard her sweet high pitched voice again ... "Oh God Dottie ... oh my goodness Dottie ... oh God, I love you ... I love you too Dottie."

I held her tightly in my arms, her head still resting between my breasts as she came down from her high. She was still shaking from her wonderful explosion and I could actually feel the little quivers of excitement almost coming to a complete stop. I moved my hand down to her back and pulled her as close as I could rubbing her back as lightly as I could. I rested my head on the top of her head feeling the silkiness of her copious dark hair on my face and the wonderful scent of her beautiful soft curls filling my senses as she fell into a peaceful sleep. Then I watched the full moon through the partially opened blinds on the window and began to think ... to think back to just this morning when it all began ... 

     __________________******************___________________

'Brriiinnnng,' the alarm clock went off! I reached over to shut it off, got up to sit on the edge of the bed and began to orient myself for a new day. I sat there for a few minutes in the dark. "Friday," I thought to myself. "God, it feels so good ... this last day of the week."

Then I thought of the little 'mind' game I would get to play with my alarm clock tomorrow morning ... Saturday! I never changed the setting on the alarm clock; rather I would let it ring at the same time settings on Saturday morning as well! But there was a difference on Saturday mornings ... a big difference! When it would ring on Saturday morning I would reach over and hit the 'snooze' button. Then I would say 'fuck you, I don't have to get up this morning.' I would do this every fifteen minutes and then finally shut it off! It was just my way of getting 'revenge' for the other five mornings the damn alarm clock would wake me up.

But I knew tomorrow morning would be different. This was my last day in Connecticut. Tomorrow morning I would be leaving for California and my new position with the corporation where I had been employed for the last fifteen years. "Damn it," I thought to myself, "I worked hard to get this position and I deserve it." And I felt a wave of satisfaction come over me at my accomplishment ... at what I, a woman in a man's world had achieved!

After my marriage ended in divorce, I had made up my mind not to ever again be depended on a man, or anyone else for that matter, for my livelihood or my well being. "Oh yeah," I thought to myself, "a lot of people at my office called me a 'bitch' but I had done it. I was now at the top of corporate ladder and I didn't need anyone ever again." 

As I got up from the bed I went on 'automatic pilot.' I had gone through this morning routine for so long now I could do it blindfolded. I went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I finished the orange juice in two gulps and started toward the bathroom peeling my pajamas off as I went, leaving them in an almost perfect straight line. I never wore panties to bed so it was an easy maneuver and didn't take long before I was stark naked. I always wondered what the maid service thought when they saw my under garments thrown so carelessly along my path to the shower. I turned the water on in the shower and let it run until it got hot. I hated to step into cold water or even warm water ... it had to be hot!

As I stepped into the hot water I would soak my soft wash cloth, work up a good amount of lather with my perfumed soap and in a few minutes I would feel the luxurious feeling of the softness of the wash cloth on my body ... everywhere on my body! I thought of the times when I would use this simple little soft wash cloth to get myself off! My hormones were really 'raging' this morning and I briefly thought of playing with myself then thought better of it. Even though I could get to work on time by taking the six o'clock commuter train into New York, today I wanted to make sure I caught the five o'clock commuter train for one reason and one reason only ... 'she' would be on it!

I had a fresh perm so there wasn't any need to fix my hair ... it just sprung back after a little drying with my high speed hair blower. As I was tucking my white blouse into my gray flannel skirt, I looked at the clock. "Four thirty-five," I thought to myself, "right on time." I put my makeup on, slipped on my long fur-lined all weather coat and was on my way out the door. "January in Connecticut," I thought to myself. "Shit, this cold weather sucks."

Then I got in my company-owned Mercedes Benz. "God, this is one of the 'perks' I was really going to miss," I thought to myself as I thought of leaving the car along with this luxurious company-owned condominium they had provided for me and I was living in. "But damn, my salary was going to be twice as much plus I was going to get stock options in the corporation which was expanding all the time. And I will be living in California ... somewhere I always wanted to live."

As I started driving toward the train station ... it happened again! Just like it did for most of the last two months. My mind suddenly focused on 'her' ... the woman on the train. I had never spoken a word to her. I didn't even know her name. Yet ... I knew her morning schedule just as well as I knew my own! "Why?" I asked myself oh so many times over the past two months. Yes, I had a few experiences with women ... but it had been years! "Why," I asked myself again, "why did I get this feeling toward this woman, someone I didn't even know ... why did I get this unexplainable feeling in the pit of my stomach?"

I knew she took the five o'clock commuter train into New York every Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. I knew she would stop at the coffee shop inside the station and get a cup of coffee. "Black," I thought to myself. "Damn it," I even knew how she took her coffee. Was I obsessed by this woman! And if so ... why?"

'Obsessed,' ... the very sound of the word in my subconscious mind sent goose bumps up and down my spine. "Maybe that's why I didn't miss a five o'clock train in the last two months ever since the very first day I noticed her," I continued with my thoughts.

"God, she is pretty," I thought to myself. The picture of this woman on the train was so vivid, that it produced a strong and clear impression on my senses. The more I thought of her as I neared the train station the more intense the picture of her in my mind became.

She had angelic facial features and short dark hair that came down to just above her neckline and seemed to be dancing so naturally with waves and curls. She was very petite with a perfectly framed body. She had the prettiest lips I ever saw ... full and very sensuous. Looking at her lips one could almost hear them saying 'kiss me if you dare.' She was almost always dressed in white which gave me the impression that she was probably in the medical field or at least had something to do with medicine. The train station, the ramp to the train, and the train itself were always well heated and when she would take her coat or jacket off I could see the outward shapes her ample breasts made on her tight fitting white sleeveless button down garment.

I remembered the first time I saw her on the train. The five o'clock train into New York was never very crowded. There were always plenty of seats, so much so that almost anyone who wasn't accompanied by someone else could sit alone and most people took advantage of this situation even though they were all double seats. Most people on the 'five o'clock' were kind of 'regulars' and it seemed to me sitting in the same seat whenever possible almost became habitual. Thus 'she' always sat in the same seat as did I. All of the seats were 'reversible' and you had the choice of riding into New York facing forward or facing backward. She was one of the few people in our car that always rode with her back going toward New York.

I often wondered if she had not made the choice to ride in this fashion if I would have ever noticed her. "Probably not," I thought to myself since I always rode facing forward and her back would always have been toward me. She always sat three seats away from me which was a distance of some 20 feet. The more I saw her the more I appreciated her striking beauty. It just seemed like the more one saw her, the more of her pretty features you discovered.

My captivation with her was developing to the point where if I didn't see her on the train my demeanor would completely change and I would actually feel a sinking sensation within me and that would set my 'mood' for the rest of the day. But I only saw her in the morning going into New York. I never saw her in the evening coming from New York and I often wondered why.

The last week or so she would somehow catch me looking at her. As soon as her eyes turned toward me, I would quickly try to divert my eyes away from her but it was very apparent it wasn't quick enough. It was quickly developing into a sort of a 'cat and mouse' game ... I would look at her, she would turn her eyes toward me, I would try to divert my eyes away and then as soon as I could peek to see if she was looking it would start all over again.

The last few days when our eyes would meet in this 'cat and mouse' thing, I noticed when I kept my eyes on her eyes long enough; she would be the first to look away. This gave me the distinct impression that she was looking at me as much as I was looking at her and the situation was turning. She was actually feeling embarrassment at being 'caught' looking at me!

As I arrived at the train station today, I parked the car in the 'all day' parking lot and went into the station and headed straight for the coffee shop. I was just a little later than usual and as I neared the take out coffee line ... I didn't see her! My heart beat seemed to increase with anxiety.

"Oh God, no," I thought to myself. "Damn it, please don't let me miss her today ... not today ... not my last day," I heard my mind saying to me.

Then I saw her come in the door. I could feel the lightening sensation of relief pass through my body as though some heavy burden had just been lifted from my shoulders. I watched her going toward the coffee line and tried to time my movements so she would be ahead of me. Although I didn't plan it somehow she ended up right in front of me.

"Play it cool," Dottie I was telling myself in silence. I had never been this close to her before and now I was so close I could smell her perfume. "Damn, she smells good," my mind was rapidly shifting to the 'bi' part of me. I knew it by the awakening I was feeling in my loins. For the first time in the two months that I had been seeing her I felt like somehow today was going to be different ... I just knew it! My sexual desires were just pushing me in a direction that I hadn't been in a long time. 

There were about ten people ahead of us and I took this time to look at her with more concentration then ever before. She had her coat draped over her arms and it gave me a chance to look at her and run my eyes over her from her back side. Her back sloped downward to a very thin waist and then flared outward to a very prominently shaped yet modest posterior.

She must have 'felt' my eyes on her because just I was looking at her she turned and looked at me.

"Oh God," I thought to myself. "I hope she didn't notice me staring at her." But I knew she had! Her eyes were so beautiful ... large big brown eyeballs that seemed to be floating in pools of a pure white background. I felt little tremors of excitement dash through my body as my eyes made contact with hers from this very close distance. Then I watched as the corners of her full lips curved upward and she smiled! I saw the blood rush to her face ... she was blushing and she knew it was apparent to me. I smiled back at her taking advantage of her embarrassment feeling a perception of self-confidence ... the same feeling I got when I was negotiating a tough contract and knew I by indistinct I had the 'upper hand!'




The Commuter Train



After we got our coffee I followed her on the train lingering a little behind her. As we boarded the train I watched as she sat in her usual seat. When I approached my seat I heard my mind telling me ... "Go ahead Dottie ... do it ... you know what you want ... do it ... sit next to her." I passed my usual seat and started to get closer to her seat. My heart was pounding, my adrenalin was flowing and I knew ... I knew I could not resist my impulses.

"Hello," I said to 'her' in a soft yet firm tone of voice. "Do you mind if I sit with you today?" Then I held my breath! "God, it had been so long since I had this feeling ... this feeling of taking a risk ... of going out on the limb! Then I watched as she turned and looked up at me. I watched the pretty face, the big eyes as they opened wide with foreboding and the redness on her face cheeks ... an indication that she was involuntarily blushing again.

"Aahh ... no, no ... not at all ... ahhh, please do," she replied in the cutest somewhat nervous female voice I had heard in a long time. For some reason the sound of her voice and her big eyes reminded me of 'Bambi' ... Bambi, the cute little doe prancing through a beautiful wild flower patch deep in the enchanted forest.

"My name is Dottie. I noticed you on the train a few days during the week and since we seem to be kind of familiar with each other I just thought it was time we met," I told her trying my best not to sound too assertive.

"Hi Dottie," she replied in a somewhat nervous tone of voice that to me was adorable. "My name is Deni ... ahhh ... glad to meet you. Yes, I noticed you too when I'm going to work."

'I noticed you too! Four little words ... but oh God, what an ego builder for me! It was like music to my ears and reaffirmed my credence that I was right in my suspicion that she had indeed been looking at me in the past.

"Deni," I said now in a more cheerful tone of voice. "Deni ... wow, that's really and unusual name. Unusual and pretty," I said to her. "Geeze, someone must have thought a lot of you to give you such an unusual and pretty name. Sometimes I think my mother really wanted a doll or something. Why else would she give me such a common name like Dottie?"

"Oh no ... no, not at all," Deni replied in a tone of voice that sounded as though my self-depredation made her feel uncomfortable. "I really think Dottie is a nice name and ... aahhh ... a pretty name too."

My eyes were riveted on her lips as they formed the word 'pretty.' I watched as though suddenly everything was in slow motion until finally, the sound left her lips and they returned to their normal position. I felt my inner self begin to fill up with emotion as I instantaneously thought of what it would be like to kiss those beautiful lips and to taste her delicious looking lipstick. Just as quickly as I had drifted somewhere, I came back to reality.

"Well, I guess I really didn't have anything to say about choosing my name anyway, so you know the old saying 'give me the power to change the things I can change and to accept the things I can't change," I said to Deni trying to get my thought processes back to as normal as best I could. "What do you do in New York?" I asked trying to change the subject to a more impersonal one.

"Oh I'm working on a research project at Jefferson Memorial," Deni replied. "But it is only temporary. I'm really employed on the faculty at Oregon State University and am kind of on loan to Jefferson Memorial."

After talking for a lengthy time, I was able to ascertain that Deni was only in this area for another month. No, she was not married and ... no, right at this time she wasn't dating anyone. Yes, she was kind of on the 'rebound' from a prior relationship with a man from Oregon. She was commuting from Connecticut because she was afraid to stay right in New York City and found that she somehow felt safer in the suburbs of Connecticut. Of course, I told her all about myself, my new position, moving to California, etc.

During our conversation my mind would drift back to my first sexual encounter with another woman. 'Penny' ... the beautiful blonde headed, bright blue-eyed beauty I had met on a trip to Australia. Penny was 'bi' also, and like me at the time, married! When we first met, the last thing I would ever imagine was being intimate with Penny. It just happened!!! And, oh God, when it did happen it was like a whole 'new' part of me was suddenly awakened. I recalled Penny and my own very first orgasm together. Penny had a 'bi' affair before when she was younger so she had some experience. But Penny was my first. On occasion I would swear I could still hear her voice ... her sweet voice with that wonderful Australian accent when we were reaching our peak, and going over the edge. Penny was 'helping' me, 'directing' me, and making me feel comfortable with my new found bisexuality.

Now, as I sat next to my pretty new acquaintance, Deni, for some reason I just closed my eyes for a moment ... and I could hear Penny's voice again ...

"Yes Dottie ... yes baby ... yes honey, that's it, that's the spot ... oh goodness yes sweetheart, suck me right there ... oh baby Dottie ... you have a good tongue ... yes, yes ... put your tongue in my pussy deeper honey ... yes, that's it ... yes, in and out ... oh my God Dottie ... I going to cum honey ... yes, turn around Dottie ... I want to do you too ..." 

In another minute I would have exploded here, right on the train, right next to Deni. I opened my eyes and tried to reorient myself, to bring myself back from my sudden 'daydream' and I felt my lubricants start to flow. It was always the same when I thought of Penny, when I heard her voice so clearly in my mind, and when I thought of our very first, perfect, and beautiful thunderous orgasm together.

"I noticed you are only on the train on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday," I said to Deni, purposely mentioning the days to give the impression to her that my observation of her was a little more than 'casual.' "And I also noticed that you are not on the train on my return trip in the evening."

I could see this statement had the effect I had hoped for on Deni. She actually made a 'gulping' sound that again reiterated she felt a little uncomfortable with the knowledge that I had been looking at her with more intensity than would be considered 'normal.'

"Oh ... ah ... yes ... ah, well ... I ... ah ... I work three twelve hour shifts," Deni replied in a tone of voice that seemed to indicate that she may have some doubts in her mind about disclosing this information to me.

I remained silent! If she was going to tell me any more, I wanted it to be voluntary on her part. I knew this was my last day before I moved to California, and while I knew my time was limited, I also knew this was the only way I would ever know if Deni was more than just looking at me as just another woman on the train. Even though I was very tempted to be more inquisitive in my attempt to develop my sort of 'connection' with Deni, I forced myself to remain silent. After a pause that seemed like an eternity to me, I heard the sweet voice of Deni again.

"And a ... well ... ah ... I always catch the nine o'clock train back to Connecticut," Deni finally volunteered, the tone of her voice was changing to a little more comfortable sound. "I kind of like it that way. The nine o'clock back is never crowded so I can kind of spread out," Deni added.

I felt ecstatic at the way she offered this information on her own. And I knew if I wanted this to go any further, I was going to have to get bolder and at least a little more personal. I recognized the feelings building up inside of me about Deni. They were the same feelings I had the very first time I met Penny. Now it was time to test Deni's feelings!

I took a deep breath. I was very nervous. I hesitated for a while. My mind was processing information tenaciously and rapidly. "I was thirty-nine years old, was in excellent shape physically, worked out regularly, had a lot of men trying to date me, was the recipient of many 'indecent proposals,' and was at the top of my game in the profession I had chosen," I was thinking to myself. "Penny had found me very attractive and had told me once that any woman who had 'bisexual or even lesbian' inclinations would also find me hard to resist. Could it ever happen again? Could it happen with this pretty woman Deni?"

The more I thought about it ... the more confident I felt. I knew I could never live with myself if I didn't find out or if I thought I had passed up a chance that I would always regret.

I put my hand on Deni's knee. Then I turned to look at Deni. I saw Deni's hand moving toward my hand and her face turned toward me. I looked her straight in the eyes ... those wondrous big brown eyes! "Deni, you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen," I said to her in a very soft voice ... then waited! My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would break through my chest! I had taken the chance! I had cast the bait ... and now I had to wait to see if this beautiful woman would bite!

Slowly ... oh God, so agonizing slowly, I felt Deni's hand touch the hand I had casually placed on her knee. By the startled look on her face in response to my hand and my statement, I feared the worst. I started to tremble a little. "How much time has passed," I asked myself ... a minute, 5 minutes, and hour?" Of course, it was only a second or two ... but they were tortuous seconds!

First I felt Deni's hand encircled my hand. Then, slightly at first, she squeezed my hand. I felt her fingers move to the palm of my hand and she squeezed tighter. Her beautiful lips started to form a small smile, a warm smile, a welcoming smile! "Wow," she said in that high pitched sweet feminine voice that already had made its mark in my heart. "No one ever said that to me before. Thank you Dottie, that was very nice of you."

I let my hand move up her leg a little more. With the grip Deni's hand had on my hand, she could have stopped me if she wanted to. I could feel the fire inside of me, the familiar awakening of my sexual senses and I knew I had to know ... I just had to know!

"Geeze Deni honey," I said gaining more and more confidence in adding this last term of endearment, "I can't believe no one has ever told you that before. You also have very beautiful lips and you are really very pretty."

Deni had stopped my hand just two inches from her 'secret place' ... and I was glad! I didn't want to push this approach too far and yet I found it very hard to stop. But I also wanted to give Deni some control over the situation too, to let her feel she was a part of it and wherever it was going. But she only stopped my hand ... she didn't try to push it away. Rather she gave my hand another squeeze as if the say 'not now, not here.'

"Oh ... thank you Dottie," Deni replied in a really sincere and soft voice. "I think you are very beautiful and I thought so from the very first time I saw you."

We were just arriving at the station in New York and everyone was getting up from their seats. I found myself wishing I had been more forthcoming toward Deni weeks ago. From what Deni had just told me, she too was attracted to me and it was only now, on my last day on the East Coast that we were both discovering our attraction to one another. Then my thoughts were broken by Deni's voice.

"Well, we are here Dottie," Deni said.

"Ah ... ah, yes," I answered and started to get out of my seat and out into the aisle responding to Deni's movements indicating she was ready to leave.

I stepped out into the aisle and moved backward to let Deni who had occupied the inside seat get out. As luck would have it, we got separated by a person and Deni was in front of me. Then we were separated by more people until Deni was somewhere up in front of me and I had lost sight of her. I felt myself begin to tense up! "God," I thought to myself, "I'm never going to see her again."

As I stepped out onto the train platform the crowd of people had increased to 'morning rush hour' size. I didn't see Deni anywhere. I felt tears begin to build up in my eyes as I looked all around. Then I bit my lower lip, took a deep breath and decided to let it all go. In one instant of 'daring' I had found this beautiful woman ... and just as quickly she was gone! A feeling of loneliness swept through me and even though I had known Deni only a very brief time, the feeling of loneliness and of losing someone or something very precious and dear was the same as if I have known her all my life.

I walked off the platform and into the train station proper. I started toward the entrance leading to the taxi stand oblivious to everyone and everything around me still trying to 'shake' this feeling of despair.

"Dottie ... Dottie," I heard her voice. For an instant I felt my heart move up into my throat. "That's her voice," I was thinking as I turned around to see Deni walking fast toward me.

"Geeze," Deni said, "I thought I lost you in the crowd. I just want to say good bye to you and good luck with your move and your new job," Deni kept talking to me in a tone of voice that indicated she had been running.

"Oh God Deni," I replied leaving out a sigh of relief. "When I didn't see you and you seemed to disappear I thought for sure I offended you and ..."

"Oh no ... no, Dottie," Deni cut me off in mid sentence. "No, I wasn't offended but honestly, another woman never touched me that way and well ...," Deni continued obviously having a hard time putting into words her thoughts or feelings. "I think it better if we just leave it go ... ok?"

"Sure Deni, sure," I answered, "but can I leave you my address and phone number, you know, just in case for some reason you ever want to call me or if you're ever in my area. Maybe we can share a cocktail or two?" I held my breath and waited for an answer. I knew in my mind this was a gamble. After all, even though we had been exchanging glances for a few months now, I really had just met her ... just talked to her. "What the hell are you doing Dottie," I heard my own mind questioning my verbal actions. "You've spent exactly an hour and fifteen minutes on a train ride to your office with this woman. What the hell do you think your doing?" 

"Yes, that would be great," Deni said. "Heck, you never know when I might get to California."

I gave Deni my business card and quickly wrote my new home address and phone number on it. My hand was shaking as my mind was still questioning the wisdom of what I was doing. "My God," I thought to myself as I was writing, "you're acting like a young school girl instead of a successful business woman!" I handed Deni the card.

"Ok ... ok, Dottie," Deni said as she took the card. The tone of her voice had changed and it seemed to indicate that she was accepting my card more out of kindness and consideration for me rather than seriously wanting my address and phone number. I could feel a sinking feeling ... the feeling one gets when it is becoming obvious something is taking a downturn and not living up to expectations.

Deni looked at the card, and then turned her pretty face toward me. "Dottie ... ah ... can I ... ah ... well, I was wondering if I could ... ah, give you a kiss ... ah ... for good luck," Deni said in a tone of voice that was full of her nervousness at suggesting something so very bold. I knew she added the words 'for good luck' as an after thought ... 'her security blanket' I thought.

"I would love that Deni," I replied, the surprise apparent in my voice at Deni's most unexpected yet welcomed suggestion.

Deni brought her lips up close to my face cheek. I felt her soft lips on my face, as the scent of her light perfume floated through my senses, capturing me, filling me with a feeling of light-headedness and mentally taking me back to my very first kiss with Penny. I kissed her back on her face cheek and marveled at the taste of her skin.

Our faces parted and we looked at each other from a very short distance. Our eyes were locked on each others eyes, peering, searching ... questioning! I swallowed hard as I heard my mind working again ... "go ahead Dottie, just do it ... you know you want to."

Slowly, as through my body was now functioning on my inner instincts, I moved my lips closer to Deni's lips. Then they touched her soft lips and I held them there for a moment. I felt Deni's lips respond ... trembling a little and then pressing harder on my lips. Immediately I felt the awakening of my bisexuality, my appreciation for another woman's softness, scent, and taste.

I felt Deni's hand go around my waist and come to rest on the small of my back just above my buttocks. The first touch of her hand somewhere on my body other than my own hand was like adding a log to a fire within me that heretofore had only been fed by kindling. She pulled me a little closer and kissed me deeper. Before I could respond ... and oh God, how I wanted to respond ... she was gone!

Deni pulled away from me. "I have to run or I will be late," Deni said as she was moving away from me. "Good luck Dottie," and ah ... ah, thank you."

Every thing in me wanted to shout 'wait, oh geeze, please wait' ... but I couldn't! My mind was telling to run after her but my body wouldn't respond. Instead I watched Deni disappear into the crowd. I watched as the last of her was gone. I was here in the middle of a very busy train station in the center of New York City with people rushing helter skelter, talking loudly, horns blaring, and I didn't hear a thing. It took me a few minutes to dispense with this 'lost' feeling inside of me. Then, as though my body was operating on automatic pilot, I headed to the taxi stand and my office.

The rest of the day was a blur! People were constantly coming into my office to say good-bye, wishing me well, and congratulating me on my promotion. It didn't matter. Not even when the CEO of the company came into my office with his entourage of 'want-a-be's' ... it was almost impossible to feel any sense of excitement or exhilaration. My thoughts were on Deni ... and they just wouldn't go away.

As I left the building for the last time my taxi driver was waiting for me and he was right in front of the door as usual. Long ago I decided the best way to avoid getting into the almost insane stampede for a taxi at this time of day was to make a deal with one taxi driver ... and tip him well! I did that with Bert, my sixty year old gray haired driver, and he never failed. Rain, snow or sunshine ... he was always there.

He opened the back door of the cab for me and as I got in I noticed a box on the back seat. I moved the box over and sat down as Bert was getting into the driver's seat.

"Damn Bert, what are you doing, making deliveries too?" I asked him.

"Nah," he answered in that New York 'tough guy' voice that I had became accustomed to over the years. "It's for you Dottie honey," he said, "go ahead and open it."

"Holy God Bert," I replied as I opened the box. There were a dozen long stem red roses in the box. "Geeze Bert, why the hell did you do that, damn you don't make that much money."

"Dottie baby, it ain't bout money," he replied. "It's bout love Dottie. Just my way of saying I love you and am going to miss you very much."

For a moment I sat back on the seat and thought of all the nice things that had happened to me today. I thought of all the 'important' people, the 'beautiful people' as they are known to many, that came to wish me good luck and God speed on my new venture, And yet, the two most important events today was this gesture by Bert and of course, my riding on the train with Deni.

We arrived in front of the train station and as usual Bert ran around the taxi to open my door ... for the last time! I stepped out of the car and gave Bert his fare plus my usual big tip ... for the last time! Bert held out his hand for me to shake ... for the last time! The realization that I would not be seeing Bert every day finally hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks. I didn't take Bert's hand. Instead I gave him the biggest kiss on the lips I could and then slowly, without a word, pulled my head back. I could see the tears in Bert's eyes. He looked at me intensely ... without a word. Neither of us could speak. Bert finally turned and got back in his cab and I clenched my lips together to keep from crying and then in an instant ... he was gone.




The Commuter Train



It was five forty-five and it was time to get into this rush hour crowd to get on my train back to Connecticut. It was 'crush time' as it was known and I was right in the middle of it. "Fuck it," I thought to myself, "I need a drink. I'll catch the seven back tonight."

I walked the short distance to the train station cafe and sat at the bar where I had an excellent view of the train platform and ordered a vodka and cranberry cocktail. I watched as the six o'clock train pulled out. Then I watched again as the seven o'clock train pulled away. At this point my mind was working again and I knew ... I just knew I wasn't getting on the eight o'clock train either.

"I know what the fuck you're doing Dottie," my mind was telling me. "Who the shit do you think you're kidding ... you're waiting for her ... right?"

"No, no, no," the other part of my mind was saying. "Why the hell would I do that? She's only another woman. Yes, she's pretty and yes, she does do something to me but hell no, I'm just having a few drinks."

There was a 'battle' going on within my thought processes. One part of my mind was trying to be truthful no matter what the outcome would be. The other part was in denial, in the self-preservation mode ... just in case!

I looked at my wrist watch. It was eight thirty and the crowd was thinning out rapidly. I had a good view of the entire platform and my eyes were every where. No Deni ... no where! At eight forty five I left the café and walked slowly up and down the platform. I didn't see her anywhere. My heart started to get that sinking feeling again. I knew time was finally running out and my 'expectations' were on a downturn again.

"See you stupid fucking lady," the self preservation part of my mind started again. "She probably lied to you. Why the hell do you think she would actually tell you her schedule? What the fuck are you to her ... nothing, nothing, nothing!"

At eight fifty-five I finally gave in. The self-preservation part of my mind had won. I got on the train and the first thing I thought was "Deni was right, the train was not crowded and there was a large choice of seats." I picked a seat on the end where I felt no one would want to sit with me. I sat down by the window where I could see the train platform ... just in case ... my last hope!!!

The whistle signifying 'last call to board' blew. No one came on my car and I knew it was over. I gulped loudly as I felt the first movement of the train. I was looking out the window at the platform as we slowly began to move out of the train station.

"May I sit here," I heard the voice ... the voice ... what??? ... that voice!!!

I turned quickly and looked up ... looked up at that beautiful face, those big brown eyes, those lips, the lips that kissed me this morning ... yes, it was her, it was Deni!

"Oh Jesus Christ," I shouted at Deni as my heart started to pound at the first surprise sight of her. I put my head down and brought my hands up to my eyes to rub and squeeze the tears starting to swell up there and to try to cover them up.

"Dottie ... Dottie, are you all right? Is something wrong?" the sweet voice of Deni inquired.

"No Deni ... God no, honey," I answered, the surprise within me starting to subside. "No Deni, I was just thinking of you all day and when I didn't see you I just thought, well, I thought you weren't coming and ..."

"I know Dottie ... I know," Deni cut me off as she sat beside me. "I was thinking of you all day too and I was really running late tonight. But Dottie, why are you crying?"

"Just my reaction at seeing you I guess," I answered. "It's nothing, well, maybe just the happiness within me at seeing you again."

"Oh God, me too," Deni answered in a very gentle and relieved tone of voice. "God, I'm glad to see you too!"

"Listen Deni," I struggled to talk as normally as I could again. "This is my last night in Connecticut. I hate to be alone. Will you have dinner with me? I have an arrangement with a large restaurant that has a key to my condo. I can order ahead and by the time I get home they have my food prepared and on the table. Would you join me for a while tonight and I can drive you home later."

"Wow Dottie ... geeze, that sounds like fun," Deni answered her tone of voice unmistakably sounding enthusiastic. "But are you sure I wouldn't be putting you out ... I mean ... you know ..."

"No, no, Deni honey," I broke in. "God no, I would love to have you as my guest ... my dinner companion."

The ride from the train station to my condo was joyful. We were both acting like two little college aged kids that had just made a new friend. I told Deni about my past, my first marriage, how it ended, and my determination to finish my education and to be successful and independent.

Deni also told me about her past. I was surprised to find out the Deni also had been married. Deni's marriage was even shorter than mine and she said she was very disillusioned about love and was not actually counting on getting married again. We both left it at ... 'well if Mr. Right comes along, we'll see.' I was again surprised when Deni told me her age was forty-two years old because I would have guessed she was in her very early thirties. She was very petite and so much younger looking then I thought I was.

As we drove up to the condo, the doorman met us at front door. He opened the door for Deni and said he would have the car parked for me.

"Geeze Dottie," Deni said, "this is some place." It was obvious by the sound of Deni's voice and the look on her face that she was very impressed.

The lobby of the condo complex was also very impressive with its domed atrium and the scent of fresh flowers filling the air. There was also a residents 'living room' in the lobby with the day's newspapers, fresh coffee and light snacks that was more of a meeting place for those residents seeking company or companionship or just to have someone to talk to. I didn't frequent the 'living room' very much but it also was impressive to Deni.

My condo was on a high floor with a great view. Maid service was also provided for those residents desiring it, and of course, I took advantage of that service so my condo was always immaculately neat when I arrived home which was almost always around eight o'clock.

As soon as I opened the door I could tell by the look on Deni's face that she was standing in awe of the layout of the condo and its beautiful furnishings.

"Listen Deni," I said in a tone of voice to try to make her feel comfortable and not feel as though I was some 'rich bitch' trying to befriend her with my wealth, "none of this belongs to me. It all belongs to the corporation I work for and believe me, the write off they get on taxes is well worth it to them." I didn't want Deni to get caught up in the grandeur of this place. Somewhere within me I wanted Deni to like me as a woman and person ... not for the material things surrounding me.

As usual the restaurant had 'our' dinner on the table. I had ordered New York strip steak and a large salad for tonight. I had also ordered strawberry shortcake and a bottle of light sherry wine. We talked over our dinner and I could tell by the tone of Deni's voice that she was really starting to be more and more comfortable with me. After a few glasses of wine and cleaning up a little I turned to Deni.

"Oh God Deni," I said to her, "you have to see the bathroom in this place. That is just one of the things I'm really going to miss." As I said this I took Deni's arm and led her to the bathroom.

"Holy God Dottie," Deni's said in a surprised tone of voice, "this bathroom is enormous. Wow, what is that a Jacuzzi tub too?"

"It sure is and look at this," I replied to Deni. "The shower part has over 15 high pressure nozzles on all the walls. God, when you have them all on it is like having thousands of fingers and hands scrubbing you."

"Wow," Deni replied in a tone of voice that didn't leave any doubt that she was impressed. Her big brown eyes were opened wide and I could feel myself swelling with pride at being able to 'give' this surprise to her.

I had been looking at Deni at close quarters for over an hour now and the more I looked at her the more I became aroused. She was even more beautiful than I had realized. Her breasts were pushing hard against her white sleeveless top. I found myself wanting oh so badly to see her breasts ... to touch them! My mind was flashing backward in time to my experience with Penny. The more I relived my time with Penny in my mind, the more I wanted Deni. "God," I thought to myself, "I need the feel of a woman; I need to taste her, to touch her, to feel her coming alive with sexual passion." But I also realized it wasn't going to happen unless I made it happen!

"Listen to me Deni," I said to her in a firm voice. "You and I are going to take a shower together. Then we are going so sit in the Jacuzzi and relax."

Deni stared at me. "Well ... I ... ah, ah ... maybe we shouldn't," she replied in a very timid tone of voice. I knew the firm tone of my own voice scared her but I wasn't going to be denied!

I was already reaching over to undo the first few buttons of her white medical issue blouse when I said: "I didn't ask you my pet, I told you," I said to Deni again in a firm yet sexual tone of voice.

I thought Deni's eyes were going to pop right out of her eye sockets. I could tell she was probably wishing right now that she wasn't here, that she had refused my invitation for dinner. Yet something in me also enjoyed the fact that she was frightened. It almost felt to me like I was holding a helpless kitten in my hands and I alone would determine the fate of this kitten.

Deni started to raise her hands up to stop me from unbuttoning her blouse. "Dottie, please ... please, I don't ...," again Deni began to protest in that sweet timid tone of voice before I stopped her.

"Put your hands down and keep them by your side," I practically yelled at Deni. God, she looked right into my eyes with those 'doe' like beautiful eyes and immediately my impression was of 'Bambi' ... Bambi, the little beautiful innocent baby reindeer.

"But Dottie ... I ... I really don't ... ah, please, I don't think ...," Deni began to object again this time with the fear apparent in her voice before I stopped her again. But I noticed that she had put her hands back down by her sides.

"Shut up and stop acting like a child," again I replied to Deni in a very firm voice. I kept unbuttoning her blouse. Her white bra was now visible and it was very obviously to me that Deni indeed had beautiful breasts. The bra cups were full and even straining to keep her twin globes incased in their silky confines. Even more beautiful was the way her cleavage ... the 'valley' between her breasts was so extremely inviting and tantalizing with the promise it seemed to yield. As soon as I unbuttoned the last button on Deni's blouse she started to raise her hands again.

'Slap' ... I raised my hand and slapped Deni's face. I did it more on impulse than anything else. If I had time to think about it, I may not have had the courage to do it. Now I waited ... waited to see Deni's reaction!

"Ooohhhh ... ooohhhh ...," little sobs came from Deni's mouth as I watched the alarmed look on her face. But she didn't say anything, not a word. Rather she again dropped her hands to her sides. I watched as the tears began to swell up in her eyes, those beautiful large brown eyes. I saw the finger marks my hand left on her pretty face and I even surprised myself at just how hard I had hit her. Oh God, how I wanted to hug her. How I wanted so much to kiss her, to reassure her ... even to tell her I was sorry. But I couldn't! I just couldn't! I knew if I was going to have her I had to take the 'lead.' I had to be the 'strong' one, the decision maker, the dominant one! And goodness, I wanted her so bad! But as I watched her begin to tremble, I knew I had to give her a choice. Even though I was really attracted to her, somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it wouldn't work unless Deni was also attracted to me.

"Listen to me Deni," I said to her in a softer tone of voice, "I'm not going keep you here with me against your will." I had pulled Deni's blouse out from her skirt by this time and she was standing there with her head bowed down a little, her bra with its precious 'cargo' bulging so seductively and I could feel my heart pounding at the sight of her innocent beauty. "Go ahead and put yourself together and I will drive you home." I turned and walked out of the bathroom just about convinced that the feelings that had totally consumed me this whole day, the way I had sort of saw in Deni what I had experienced with Penny and was hoping would happen again was just not going to come to pass.

With this realization and as I left the bathroom a blanket of sadness overwhelmed me. Deep inside of me, I wanted to cry so badly yet the 'tough' business woman part of me, the dominant personality I had 'adopted' long ago in order to be successful and independent just wouldn't let me give into my true feelings. Beside that, during our conversations on the train and now at dinner I had sensed a sort of vulnerability in Deni's personality and for some reason it just occurred to me that I had to be 'strong' ... strong for Deni's sake!

A few minutes had passed and there wasn't a sound coming from the bathroom. Then I heard Deni's voice again and it was coming from the bathroom.

"Dottie ... Dottie ...," came the soft, faint voice of Deni.

I walked back to the backroom and stood in the open doorway. Deni had not moved an inch. She hadn't even put her blouse back in her skirt. She had a very sad look on her face and her wonderful eyes looked so despondent.

"Dottie ... ah ... Dottie, I ... ah ... I don't want to leave," Deni struggled to get the words out as though it was the toughest thing she ever did in her life.

Oh God, I felt like I was going to explode! I took a deep breath and I felt my insides swell up with feelings of instant joy. "She doesn't want to leave, she doesn't want to leave," I heard my mind working ... thinking to myself. But I knew I had to be strong. I just had to take advantage of Deni's passivity. In an instant I had convinced myself it had nothing to do with 'love' and yet, it had everything to do with 'love.' I had the deep feeling that if this relationship ever had a chance of working, someone had to be strong and dominant and in this case I realized again it had to be me!

"Oh really," I said to Deni in a lightly taunting tone of voice. "And suppose I don't want you to stay. Suppose I don't want to take a shower with you. Suppose I just want you to get the fuck out of here." I could see the disappointment my words caused Deni. I could see her actually tremble at the 'cutting' sound of my voice.

"Dottie ... Dottie, please ... I'm sorry ... please don't send me away," Deni replied to me her voice breaking up a little as her words filled the bathroom. Almost instantly I could feel the moisture between my legs start to slightly build up. I could feel the anticipation running throughout the very core of my being on hearing the sound of Deni's docile words and the confidence I felt in my ability to control this situation.

I walked over to Deni until I was only a few feet away. I took each side of her already opened blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She didn't resist. I felt my lower stomach muscles push downward toward my vagina just as they always did at the 'awakening' of my sexual arousal. Deni looked so beautiful, so inviting, standing there in only her bra. She had perfect shoulders that taped down to a very slender waist. Her stomach was flat and I immediately thought of Penny and what a beautiful body she had. Deni was petite and her smallish body made her seem so darn innocent and so delectable. The more I looked at her the more I could feel the stirring in my loins.

"Would you like to open my blouse for me?" I said to Deni in a much softer tone of voice. Deni picked her head up and for the very first time we looked directly into one another's eyes from such a close distance. I knew at that moment just by looking into Deni's eyes that she sensed this wasn't going to be just another ordinary shower. I could feel it in her hands as they shook a little when she began to unbutton my blouse.

"Ah ... yes," Deni answered as she began to unbuttoned my blouse. I waited until Deni nervously undid the last button of my blouse, then I slipped it off my shoulders and watched Deni's eyes as they lowered to bashfully view my bra. I had worn a black bra this morning and now I was glad I did. My breasts were larger and heavier than Deni's and the contrast between her white bra and my black bra only added excitement to the already enthralling atmosphere that was starting to build up between us.

I would have liked to go slower with Deni, to sort of seduce her and to make it more teasingly exciting for her but my own enthusiasm was reaching a rapidly increasing level and I just didn't have the patience. It had been so long since I was with another woman and the anticipation was just too much.

"Deni, finish undressing and I will do the same," I said to her in a much more pleasing yet stern tone of voice. "I'll get everything ready for us."

Deni didn't answer. She just started to take her shoes off. I turned away from her but I could see her reflection in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the far wall. I watched her take the last of her clothes off until she was left in only her bra and panties. I too had undressed down to my bra and panties. I had also worn black panties this morning and again the contrast between the whiteness of Deni's underclothes and my black underwear added a sort of dominance/submissive ambiance in the room. It seemed to emphasize the color 'black' indicated something that was 'forbidden' while the color white emphasized a sort of 'innocence.' 

I could see Deni blushing again as she stood there in her undergarments. I knew she was just too embarrassed to go any further. "Well," I said to Deni, "are you going to take a shower in your bra and panties?" I said it in a tone of voice that a 'teacher' would use toward a 'student' who wasn't doing as she was instructed. But she still didn't move to finish undressing.

I moved over to the Jacuzzi and shower combination and started the hot water running into the Jacuzzi. There was a glass door separating the shower from the Jacuzzi and I started the hot water running in the shower too. It was a wonderful bathing setup. One could take a shower, open the glass door and step right into the Jacuzzi. After I had poured perfumed bubble bath into the Jacuzzi, I walked over to Deni.

Deni still hadn't moved! She just stood there with her hands down at her sides. I reached into the shower and took a long handled back washing brush from the shower rack and as I did so, I walked in back of the silent Deni. Then without any warning I raised the brush up high and brought down hard on Deni's ass cheeks.

"Whaaccckkk." The sound of the head of the brush striking Deni's ass filled the bathroom with sound and that sound seemed to ricochet off the walls. I didn't spare anything when I swung the brush and when it struck the softness of the flesh on Deni's ass cheeks it seemed to sink in an inch of more.

"Ahhh ... oh, God, ... oh, God, ... ooohhhh ... ooohhh," Deni cried out. "Oh, God ... oh, that hurt," she said again this time between deep breaths of air and with little sobs in her voice.

"Deni, you are acting like a very disobedient little girl and if that's the fucking way you are going to act, that's the way I'm going to treat you," I said to her in a very harsh tone of voice. I surprised myself again at just how hard I had hit Deni with the brush head.

"Oh damn ... oh God, I'm sor ... I'm sorry ... please Dottie, please don't hit me again ... please, I'm sorry," Deni blurted out and for the first time as I moved around to the front of Deni, I could see the little flow of tears on her face cheeks. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. I knew I had hurt her yet I also knew I had to remain the strong one. I swallowed hard. This feeling of 'dominance' had over taken me. And the acknowledgement that the 'little girl' in Deni's personality was surfacing only served to spur me on.




The Commuter Train



This story has been co-written with A_Jerotica6969, who has been inspirational.

For Bob, the train commute into New York was a necessary pain. Up early, rush out of the house, stand on the freezing platform, not knowing if the train will be on time. Today he notices a woman standing not far from him, face in her iPhone. Winter coat unbuttoned in front. Blouse with full globes straining against the fabric. Knee length satin skirt tightly hugging nice thick thighs. Flat shoes. She glances up and catches Bob in the middle of his appraisal. Instinctively she starts to pull her coat around herself, but his shy smile disarms her. With a slight smile of her own, she goes back to her iPhone, fingers tapping and swiping.

The train arrives. She boards 3-4 people ahead of Bob. He works his way down the aisle, looking for an empty seat. When he spots her, she is on the aisle, with an empty spot next to her. Her eyes meet Bob's briefly. She shifts across the seat toward the window in a motion that spreads her legs enough to give him a glimpse of her smooth inner thighs. Feeling invited, Bob takes the now empty seat next to her.

Tracy is acutely aware of the man who has just sat next to her. Quite handsome, she thinks, as she wonders if he really likes the way she looks. She dresses for her plus size, accentuating legs and bust. Her satin skirt is tight across her lap. Her nipples strain against her shirt, aching to be touched, sucked, bitten.

She guesses he is about 6'2, 185. Greying around the temples, quite distinguished. She notices the nice size bulge in his pants. Hmm, maybe he really likes the way she looks! She wants to just reach out and touch him. Feel his skin against hers. Her heart is racing and she is wishing the setting was not so public.

Bob flashes a quick smile as he sits down, which Tracy returns, with her soft mouth and beautiful white teeth. He felt the beginning of an erection when he glimpsed her inner thighs, and it starts to grow as her nearness and warmth start to take effect. Unsure whether to try to start a conversation, he sits for a minute staring at the back of the seat in front. Trying to look as though he is simply settling into his seat he shifts a bit towards her and lets his left knee drift towards hers. Was that a slight movement of her right knee in his direction? Tentatively he moves his knee a bit more until it just grazes hers. He is ready to move back at the first sign that this is unwelcome. Ahhh, almost imperceptible pressure back from her. His enlarging manhood strains against his pants. He moves his foot over until it touches hers. Their legs are touching one another from foot to knee. The return pressure of her nylon-clad, smooth-skinned leg is agonizingly sensual. He wants to feel his entire body tight against hers. What can he do? What should he say?

Tracy finds the feel of his leg against hers amazing. She puts her hand on the seat between them, lightly touching his upper thigh. Is that too much? What will he say? She slowly moves her pinky finger giving him a slight caress. She can't believe she is being this bold. This is not like her, yet she cannot hold back. She raises her heel a little to rub her leg against his. Adding more pressure to her finger, she moves her hand back to stroke his ass. Just a little. Just to let him know she is here and interested to see where this is going.

Ummm. Bob is totally turned on by her hand between them, stroking, and her leg against his, rubbing. The tent in his pants has become cavernous. Only the seat across the aisle has a view of them, and the people in it are not looking. He wants to slide his hand between her legs to her sweet, warm, moist pussy. But he realizes that would be crazy in this setting. 

He glances down and sees her nipples outlined by her blouse. They are large and erect and infinitely ripe for sucking. Her left hand is in her lap. There is a wedding band on it. He catches her casting a furtive look at his lap, taking in the massive bulge and the wedding ring on his finger. He moves that hand between them and rests his fingers on her thigh, gently stroking.

The train starts to slow for its next stop on the way into the city. In a minute new passengers will be boarding, filling up the remaining seats and standing in the aisles, where they can clearly see Bob and Tracy. He turns towards her. "Would you like to read a section of my paper?" His voice almost croaks with excitement at this first verbal contact. She turns her head, gives him another sweet seductive smile, and says "Sure, I'll take the Arts section." He fishes it out of the Times and reaches across to hand it to her. After she takes it from his hand, he boldly cups her right breast and quickly pinches her nipple. 

The train stops and fills with passengers. Their hands are now in their own laps. The only contact is their legs pressed against one another, each of them moving slowly up and down in rhythm with the train as it starts up again. He turns to her again. "Do you usually take the 7:20?" he asks. Tracy hesitates for a minute before answering, as though considering what she wants to convey with her answer. Finally, she says "Not always, but I will be on it tomorrow." The message is clear, and Bob's pulse rate jumps. He responds "So will I. I hear it's going to be quite cold tomorrow. I think I will wear a heavy winter coat. That might be a good idea for you too." Again, she smiles the sweet seductive smile. "Yes, I have just the coat I need" she says.

The train pulls into Grand Central as they finish their conversation. 

Tracy awakens the next day filled with questions. Should she meet him today? Should she show up in the long heavy coat? Should she take her wedding ring off? What should she wear? She is torn between her awakened desires and the feeling that the whole situation is way too crazy and sudden.

Now she is standing on the platform, waiting on the 7:20. She has on a lower cut top, but something still suitable for work. It is white with black and red designs on it. On the bottom, she is wearing a black flared skirt. She senses that something tight today will not be right. Underneath she is wearing a white bra, panty and garter set, silk with lace edging, and nude stockings. The red boots were an afterthought, but she thinks they are pretty sexy. She is wearing her black swing coat over top. This may allow some privacy. It may not. She is unsure what he has in mind.

The day is really cold and she pulls her heavy coat tightly around herself as she climbs the stairs to the train station platform. Her heart is beating fast, partly from the exertion, but mostly in anticipation of seeing him again.

At first glance Bob does not spot her when he arrives on the platform. Moving further along, he suddenly sees her in her long black coat with her lovely smooth facial skin made rosy-cheeked by the cold. He decide now is the time for boldness and walks up next to her. "Good to see you again. Cold isn't it?" he says, as his eyes search her face. Again the sweet seductive smile. Tracy replies, "Yes, it is cold. I decided to wear my heavy coat."

At this moment the train arrives and he boards it right behind her. As they walk down the aisle Tracy looks from side to side, but all the double seats have at least one person in them. Bob is desperately afraid that they will not be able to sit together. They reach the end of the car without finding an empty double. Tracy pushes open the door to the next car and there, to their huge relief, is an empty double three rows down on the right. She slides into it, with Bob following, trying to appear casual to the other passengers. They each take off their coats and lay them in their laps. The coats overlap one another, but prying eyes could too easily see what he hopes will happen. He swivels so that he is half facing her and puts his head sideways on the back of the seat. Bob says gently, "I think I will nap a little on the train ride. Do you mind if I put my coat partly across your lap? I don't want it to fall off if I go to sleep." 

"Of course not," Tracy says. So, with him half facing her and the window, their coats make a nice canopy over both of their laps and the space between them. 

She puts her knee against his, again, and decides to make the first move. She puts her hand on his knee. Under their coats no one can really tell what's going on.

She is caressing his thigh and slowly moving higher. His hand is now on her leg, pushing up her skirt. She is ready to recklessly go for it! She moves her hand all the way to his crotch and unzips his pants.

Her leg pressed against his gets Bob stirring, then her hand moving up his thigh to his crotch makes him instantly hard. He has to be careful not to disturb the coats or show obvious movements under them as he reaches down to start the slow sensuous journey up between her thighs. The skirt is perfect for allowing his hand all the way up to the warmth between her legs. The smooth feel of the nylons gives way to the beautiful texture of silk as he reaches the outside of her luscious mound. He notices with pleasure that her breasts are more revealed today than yesterday. They are full and beautiful. Her erect nipples are subtly outlined. He slowly strokes her pussy through the silk, moving back and forth across her clitoris. Tracy can't believe this is happening, that he is actually stroking her clit in the train! It feels amazing to her. His firm, hard strokes are going to make her cum right there! 

She begins to stroke his cock in time with his flicks against her clit. She prays that no one can see! 

He moves his hand under her panties to her now moist pussy. She takes his cock out of his underwear. That seductive sweet smile appears again when Tracy realizes it is sheathed in a condom that he had taped and fixed in place just before leaving home.  

Reaching into his breast pocket, Bob retrieves a handkerchief with his left hand and slips it under the coats to his right hand, to place it under her pussy to catch her juices. 

Her stroking is making Bob ready to burst and he can feel her pussy spasms showing that she too is ready to cum. He wants to fuck her right now, but has to keep himself from moving too much and making their actions obvious. His cock explodes with spurts of hot white cum into the condom at the same time as her pussy tightens around his fingers and she lets out an almost inaudible moan. Both of them tense and hold still, letting their orgasms peak and then slowly subside into a warm glow. He would so much like to cuddle with her in post-orgasmic closeness, but can only think about how sweet it would be.

Again trying not to reveal their actions, they each 'tidy up' down below. He will remove the condom later. Before returning the handkerchief to his pocket, he brings it to his face and inhales her incredibly sexy odor.

Sitting back up straight, Bob turns and says "That was a nice start to the day! I'm Bob. Can I call you? What's your number and when should I call?"

Tracy, still feeling the afterglow of her orgasm, tries to think rationally. Where is this going, she wonders? She wants more. She wants to cum with him again.

"Hi Bob, I'm Tracy. Here's my cell number and it's best to call me during the daytime, when I'm in my office."