4 comments/ 7677 views/ 4 favorites A Beautiful Stranger By: krisR21 He saw her from a distance, her purple umbrella shielding her face from the rain. She stood with impeccable posture, a trench coat covering most of her body, long brown wavy hair blowing lightly in the wind. He imagined her to be beautiful and mysterious, a face that's worth waiting for. He couldn't help but wonder what she might have been waiting for as she stood out there alone. She seemed to be standing too far from the bus stop on the corner and there was no smoke swirling above her umbrella like she was enjoying a cigarette. He felt a since of relief, imagining her as a smoker ruined her for him. Maybe she was running away from something, a tortured past possibly. Maybe she was planning her next escape route. He wasn't sure why picturing her as a runaway was so exciting for him, but it was. Nothing adventurous had ever taken place in his hum drum life. It had been months since he even had a real conversation with anyone. Sara had ruined that for him. He trusted her. Gave some of his best years to her and what was his reward? She took everything when she left, even that fun piece of his heart that used to be there. Unfortunately his boring routine was the only thing that comforted him anymore. He knew drinking wasn't doing him any good, but it numbed the pain. His friends tried to tell him to move on...at least they had when he had friends. But he abandoned them all. Solitude became his only friend. It wasn't all bad though. There was something nice about having nobody to worry about. Not to mention, in that particular moment, he was almost thankful for that shit hole of a bar he went to every night. Had he not been standing outside of it to enjoy the peacefulness of the rain he would have never seen her. She shifted her position slightly, placing most of her weight on the left leg instead of the right. He couldn't tell if she was looking around for anyone or simply trying to achieve the same calming feeling he was. He imagined what it would be like to approach her, what might he say? "Good evening ma'am." He says approaching the blind spot on her right side. She doesn't turn to connect with his eyes or respond to his greeting. "Are you waiting for the bus?" He asks, making another attempt at conversation. Still nothing. "Sorry for bothering you." He walks away. He sighed in disappointment at his imagined scenario. He didn't want that to be the reality of their conversation but what could he possibly have to talk to her about? She would probably just find him to be creepy for spying on her and uncomfortable with his obvious awkwardness. No. He thought to himself. She doesn't know what kind of man I am. "I don't mean to bother you, but a woman should never have to wait in the rain alone." She turns towards him slightly. "Don't worry..." he continues. "...I won't force you to have a conversation with me. However, I do feel an uncontrollable need to tell you that I noticed you immediately over here. I've been coming to this bar for quite some time and never have I been so entranced by a stranger. So if you tell me nothing else about yourself, please tell me what brought you here. What are you waiting for?" Slowly she begins to turn towards him, her face was painfully gorgeous. She smiles gently and replies. "Someone like you." He smiles to himself. He liked that fantasy so much more. For a moment he almost felt like an old version of himself he could barely remember anymore. As he was trying to soak in the feeling of that moment his socks decided to soak in the water that now began to move through the small holes in his boots. He grunted a bit and looked down at the boots he had been so exclusive with for the past two years. He wished he had taken better care of himself. Sara told him to buy new ones because she hated those boots. He suddenly realized that he had been wearing them for so long to spite her. His philosophy professor once told him that life is made up of a series of chain reactions and we don't always know how they're going to relate until we're already suffering from the consequences. Maybe had he taken anyone's advice and moved on from this he wouldn't be literally standing in a puddle of regret, ruining one of the nicest moments he'd had in months. As he looked away from his ruined boots and back towards the mysterious stranger he got very still. She was now watching him. The heavy rainfall distorted her face so he couldn't make out any features. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination but it almost looked like she was smiling at him. Was he smiling back? No! He smiled quickly and tried to tapper back some of his excitement which equated to a weird half smile, plastered on his face for too long. He thought that maybe he should wave, but that seemed too desperate in his mind. So he simply extended his hand out to the rain instead and caught the drops on his palm. Why am I just standing here catching rain? She's giving you a chance, take it! But he couldn't do it, fear left him completely immobile. It took him a second just to realize he had been awkwardly catching the rain for what seemed like forever. He dropped his hand quickly. She just watched him. It seemed as though her smile was gone. She must have realized I'm not as intriguing as she thought. Well obviously she did, you're just standing here playing with the rain. Why have you lost the ability to be a man? Fuck you Sara. You took everything from me. He knew it wasn't Sara's fault anymore. But it was easier to blame her then to blame the real culprit...himself. After all, he was the victim in all of this, wasn't he? He did what he was supposed to while they were together. He loved her unconditionally, supported whatever she wanted to do, apologized when he was wrong. She used him and threw him away like garbage. Well maybe not garbage. I probably could have been more romantic. But she just moved on with her life like I never existed. Out of sight, out of mind. As the beautiful stranger seemed to smile again and turned away from him he wondered if she was anything like Sara. He wondered if she was also too good to be true. One Hour Earlier Her day had been long. The night shift again. However, the night shift isn't nearly as bad when it no longer reminds you that you're there instead of at home with your family. She used to be so excited to go home after a long day. No matter how exhausted she may have been, Sam would always be there waiting for her. His warm smile melted her every time and revived her better than even the best night's sleep could. But he's not there anymore. He needed something more than her. She wasn't his forever the way she once thought he'd be. She was simply another number for him. Now he can say he dated a nurse. She had been throwing herself into her work for months now trying to forget about him. It wasn't working. The bar she went to that night wasn't the most popular one or the cleanest but she didn't want to be bothered by anyone she knew. As she sat at the small table in the corner of the room she noticed a man sitting alone at the bar. He seemed sad and lost somewhere in his head. The light at the bar was causing the blue in his eyes to stand out. They were a deep shade of blue, mysterious looking. She wondered why he was so sad and what might have brought him to the bar. Most of her experiences with guys at bars included lots of irritating lines to entice her into sleeping with them. This guy was different. He wasn't dressed as if he was there to impress anyone. He had dark grey sweatpants with a black T-shirt, dirty brown boots and an old brown baseball cap on his head. It looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days, which was the perfect amount of scruff to her. He was beautiful. For a while she had to talk herself out of staring at him. She thought about approaching him. This isn't what I need. She scoped out the rest of the bar. It was primarily overrun with burly biker men playing pool. There was another small group of men in one corner watching a recording of an old baseball game with the bartender. As she began to appreciate the quiet of this particular spot she suddenly heard the sound of the rain outside. Sam always hated the rain. She never understood why. She had so many fantasies of letting a moment of passion overtake her and Sam during a thunderstorm. She imagined the rain dripping down his face as they moved in to kiss one another, stripping each other of the clothes acting as a wet barrier. But Sam was gone now. That fantasy could never happen. The one beer she had consumed was apparently enough to expose her vulnerabilities. She felt her eyes begin to well up. She slowly put her trench coat back on, left money for the drink on the table and stepped outside of the bar hoping not to be noticed. She wasn't ready to go home to nothing and no one. So she stood there, staring into the distant fields, letting the tears flow gently with the rain. Despite the sadness overwhelming her there was always something so calming about the rain. She took a deep breath. I'm going to be okay. As the rain began to come down even harder she heard what sounded like a grunt behind her and turned to see what it was. And there he stood...the man from the bar. She wasn't sure what he was doing. He seemed as though he was simply squishing the rain water around in his boots angrily. She smiled. For a moment he didn't look sad or mysterious, just normal. It was kind of refreshing to her. Then he looked up at her. She couldn't see his eyes very well but she pictured that perfect shade of blue. Her heart quickened slightly as he smiled back at her. It was a half smile, her favorite. Please come over here. She watched as he reached out and caught the rain in his hand. There was something nice about watching him appreciate the rain. Maybe I'm making him uncomfortable by watching him. She smiled again and turned away. For a moment she just felt good, he had noticed her. She felt so invisible sometimes. She realized that maybe Sam was just her validation that she wasn't just going through the motions of life. She had some kind of purpose. She was somebody's girlfriend. But why did she need that validation? She thought about the look her and the man had shared again. Because it feels really good to be noticed. She took a deep breath and as she turned around to head home she was stopped in her tracks. He was walking towards her. She was nervous at first but the kindness behind his eyes as he moved towards her calmed her quickly. Their eyes were locked. It had taken him a minute to work up the courage to approach her but he needed to know what it felt like to take a chance again. As he got close enough to see her face he wasn't even a little bit disappointed. She smiled and he smiled back. As he reached her she naturally moved her umbrella towards him to help shield him from the rain. But he was already dripping wet. "Hi." He said as he stood under the umbrella with her. He tried to think of something smooth to say but instead all that came out of his lips was honesty. "It's been a long time since I've taken a chance. I noticed you immediately when I came out here and couldn't help but to wonder what are you waiting for out here?" She smiled at him and said. "Someone like you. Someone who will notice me." It took everything in him not to show her his cheesiest smile. "You're impossible not to notice and I'm sick of never taking chances." Nothing more was said. Without giving it another thought he leaned down and kissed her. Her umbrella fell to the ground as she lost herself in his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to him. The rain caused their lips to slide smoothly together. It felt so natural, like she was meant to kiss him. His hands moved slowly up her back and into her hair. He had never felt so connected to a moment before. Her lips were soft and somehow sweet. As he pulled away from her lips slightly he looked into her green eyes, they were breathtaking to him. He couldn't tell if she was crying or if it was the rain but something about it didn't worry him. It just felt right. He connected again with her lips and slowly bent down and picked her up off the ground. She stopped thinking about anything and just wrapped her legs around his waist and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue sliding against hers. His lips were firm and smooth. It felt so good that she hadn't even noticed that he had walked towards what she could only assume was his car. He sat her on trunk of the car and began moving his lips down to her neck. She gasped lightly and reached towards the front of his soaked sweatpants, no longer hiding any of his excitement. She pulled them down just enough to expose him and firmly ran her hand down his shaft. He took a deep breath in as he quickly pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the ground he bit her neck gently and squeezed her breast. He moaned lightly in her ear as she continued moving her hand, slowly making him even harder than he already was. Desire began to overtake him as he quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles, freeing one leg. He pushed her knees apart and started to run his tongue down her chest and stomach. He gripped her wet panties in his teeth and looked up at her and smiled just a little. It turned her on even more. He gently grabbed the sides of the panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, keeping the same leg free. He looked in her eyes as he slowly ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and gently grazed her clit and kissed her again. He moved his hand back to her hair and she could feel him pressing hard against her. All she could think about was him losing himself inside of her. He pulled her hips further down the car and slowly slid inside. They both gasped as they moved against one another together. Between kisses he would just look into her eyes and touch her face with his hand. "You are so beautiful." He said, in complete awe of the moment they were having together. The sound of the rain against the car quickened as he quickened too. "Oh my god..." she said between breaths. His teeth were against her neck and hand was gripping her so hard in the best way. He just felt so good. The sound of him breathing and gasping in her ear made her want him so much more. He picked up the pace again and she could feel herself getting close. He moaned loud for a moment and started to slow down. The feeling of him cumming inside of her was getting her so close. "Don't stop." She said desperately. And he didn't. He looked into her eyes and bit her lip slowly trying to catch his breath and moved deeper inside of her. She moaned and squirmed as she felt herself releasing every bad feeling she had been experiencing. She squeezed his neck and then her body relaxed against him, her head against his shoulder. He pulled out slowly and let the rain wash her off of him for a moment as he pulled his sweatpants back up and helped her with her undergarments. I can't believe that just happened. They both thought. He helped her down from the trunk of the car and placed his hand on her cheek. "I really missed you Sara and I'm so sorry...for everything." He said. She smiled and felt a couple of tears roll down her cheeks. "I miss you too Sam." She said as she smiled and fell in love with him all over again. A Beautiful Stranger Monday: It was a sweltering evening in Manhattan. Sarah felt like a sardine, riding the packed and humid subway to her small, uptown apartment. Pressed up against a pole by countless bodies, she could feel the sweat acting like a glue between her skin and clothes. This was the ride she had come to expect on her commute home. Sarah was the newest (and youngest) advertising consultant at her firm, recently moving from a small town in Virginia. Even before moving to the big city, Sarah had dreamed of romantic dates with the bachelors of New York City. Instead, her nights were filled endlessly with work, providing little time for relationships or even casual hookups. The train came to a stop at the 59th Street station. The metallic car, dominated by tourists, nearly emptied. With room to finally breath, Sarah took a seat in what she dubbed her car. She always entered the last car of the 8:30PM train from work. She typically found this car to have the least amount of people after the 59th Street stop. She sat back and crossed her legs, feeling the sweat between them as she adjusted her gray skirt. The arms of her white, button-up blouse were now sheer with sweat. Sarah rolled up her sleeves, hoping it would provide relief from the heat. Her slender arms glistened with sweat, appearing like tanning oil on her olive skin. She reached back and pulled her shoulder length, dark chocolate, hair into a pony tail, feeling a rush of stale air on her neck. The train pulled out of the station and Sarah took notice of a man who sat down across from her. Framed by her bold eyelashes, her deep brown eyes looked him up and down. He had a sculpted body and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Now that is a beautiful man, she though. It was not a word she typically used to describe men, but there was no other way to put his features into words. Her eyes lingered on his athletic build before the heat wave returned her thoughts to the air conditioning at home. As the train neared her stop, Sarah leaned forward with her purse in her lap. The beautiful man had his eyes fixated on her chest. Since moving to New York, she became used to men regularly staring at her breasts. She was not surprised as they were above average size and naturally perky. She watched his eyes move to her slender legs, appearing as though he was ready to devour her. She shifted in her seat and his eyes grew wide with anticipation. The train jerked to a stop and she quickly exited the car. What a pig, she thought. Trying to see up my skirt! For the rest of the evening, Sarah could not shake the thought of someone objectifying her so much. Normally this would not bother her as she was immensely proud of her body. She took the time to eat right, exercise often, and wear stylish clothes. To Sarah, a gaze in her direction was merely a compliment to all her hard work. The man's fixation on seeing up her skirt was crossing over from flattering to appalling. She humored herself for a moment and tried to image what would have happened if her legs did open enough for the man to see. He would only have seen my panties. She rolled her eyes. He was probably hoping I wasn't even wearing them. Sarah finished her work for the evening in bed and tried to put the man out of her head. Tuesday: Sarah was exhausted from a stressful day at work and was dreading her evening full of take-home work. On the subway ride home, Sarah was in a heat induced daze until the lurching of the train brought her back to reality as it left the 59th Street station. Her eyes landed on the man from the day before, who was again, sitting across from her. She looked at him with disgust and disapproval. The man's blue eyes caught Sarah's gaze and she quickly looked away. She had reaffirmed that he was very attractive, which baffled her. Why would someone so good looking need to act like a creep, she though. She couldn't believe he was on her car at the same time, two days in a row. Watching him, she adjusted her skirt just to see how he would react. His eyes darted to her knees. She chuckled to herself as she knew he wouldn't be seeing anything. Sarah shifted her legs a few times during the final stops of her ride simply to mess with the man. When the train reached her stop, she slowly stood up and exited, watching as his gaze never left her body. As she walked the remaining blocks to her apartment she could only imagine what would happen if she did accidentally open her legs, or even undo a button on her blouse. Sarah laughed to herself as she imaged his jaw dropping at the sight of her perfectly hairless pussy. Too bad for him, it will never happen! Sarah's evening was filled with the final edits of a big proposal she had been working on for almost a month. It was nearly 12:00AM and she figured she would try to get off before going to bed in an attempt to relax. Due to work, she had not had sex in months and had not even masturbated in weeks. She was over due for some kind of sexual release. After an almost 30 minute attempt, she was no where close to having an orgasm. The man from the subway kept creeping into her mind, turning her off. Defeated, Sarah fell asleep among the sea of paperwork that was her bed. Wednesday: Sarah awoke a bit later than usual. She quickly ate breakfast, took a shower and completed her morning beauty routine. Dressing for work, she realized she had forgotten to do laundry the previous night. Tuesdays were her laundry nights, and her final presentation had distracted her. She found her least favorite blouse and buttoned it up over her last clean bra. Digging thought the depths of her closet she found a forgotten black skirt. Sarah scoured her apartment, looking for a clean pair of panties, but had no luck. She thought about using an old pair she had worn earlier but could not justify re-wearing anything after sweating in the intense heat. She had her big presentation today and did not want to feel disgusting. Fuck it, she thought. It's so damn hot, I'll probably be more comfortable this way. Sarah grabbed her things and headed for the door. Despite a rough start to her morning, Sarah's presentation went better than she could have ever expected. It was her first victory with her big city job and there were already talks about promoting her. She walked to the subway that evening with almost a skip in her step, despite her high heels. She stepped onto her car with the typical standing room only. She felt so good, she couldn't have cared less about the crowd. The stop at the 59th Street station provided Sarah with a seat. Upon sitting, she quickly remembered that she had planned on entering a different train car to avoid the man, especially because she didn't have panties today. She was so focused on her successful presentation, it had slipped her mind to enter a different car. As the train sat in the station, she watched to see who entered the car. Sure enough, the man entered. His eyes scanned the car and locked onto Sarah. He shot directly for the seat across from her as the doors closed. Before the train could even leave the station, his eyes were all over Sarah's body. She was having such a good day she decided to simply taunt the man for her own amusement. Sarah uncrossed her legs, still keeping them firmly together. She figured she could shift her legs to only get his hopes up for the entire ride. Sarah looked down the car and saw only a few people who were either sleeping or engrossed in their phones. The thought of quickly opening her legs jokingly popped her mind. It would be hilarious to see his reaction, she thought. I bet his jaw would hit the floor. I mean, I do have an pretty good body! The notion of giving the man a harmless peek, stuck and echoed in her mind. The hairs on her arms stood on end and she felt a slight rush in her chest as the idea uncontrollably grew from within. He has no way of knowing who I am. I could always ride the train at a different time tomorrow. Sarah opened her legs a single inch, nowhere near enough for the man to see. His eyes grew as he desperately tried to get a peek. Sarah's heart picked up its pace. At least he is good looking, she thought. With a swift movement and a deep breath, she opened her legs just enough for only him to see. A sudden rush of adrenaline surged through her veins. With her pulse racing, she felt chills shoot down her spine and arms. There was now a tingle in her pussy as she was absolutely sure he could see. The intoxicating, natural high dared her to hold her legs open. She could clearly see that an erection had formed in the mans pants. Sarah could not help but smile as she basked in the heat of the moment. The train came to a stop, and she quickly realized it was hers. She closed her legs, stood up and ran out of the train car smiling, feeling like a giddy girl. Sarah replayed what had happened in her head while doing laundry that night. She could not believe the electrifying rush she had felt. The more she thought about it the more it turned her on. Once home, Sarah tried getting off while thinking about what she did on the subway ride. Despite being very aroused and using a few toys, she could not climax. Frustrated, Sarah went to her nightstand drawer and put her toys away, coming across one she forgot she had owned. It was a vibrating egg that was controlled with a wireless remote. Sarah smiled. She had an idea for tomorrow's commute. Thursday: Sarah sat at work all day only able to think about her commute home. She stared out the window from her desk, watching pigeons flutter by while counting the passing minutes. She desperately needed release and it looked like the only way to get it was to have an orgasm discreetly, aided by the rush from showing her self to the man on the train. When the time finally came, she slipped into the bathroom, removed her panties and bra and stuffed them into her purse. She thought she might try to give him a peek down her blouse today as well. She inserted the vibrating egg into her pussy. It slipped in with ease as she was already wet with anticipation. At the subway, she found her usual car and took a seat. I actually hope he shows up today, she thought. Sarah was filled with excitement as the train pulled into the 59th Street station. She reached into her purse and discreetly held the wireless remote for the vibrating egg. Eagerly staring at the doors, she felt her heart leap into her throat as she saw the man enter the car. She wasted no time. Sarah pressed the button and the egg instantly kicked on. The man sat down across from her, looking like he was expecting a show. Sarah looked down the car and saw a few people at the other end, oblivious to her or the man. She sat back and slowly spread her legs enough for only the him to see. She saw his eyes lock on to her pussy and she felt the waves exhilaration wash over her body. With her hand in her purse, she increase the vibrating speed of the egg, feeling it push on her g-spot. The train stopped at the next station and Sarah confirmed the handful of riders on the other end took no notice of her actions. She was ready to push herself over the edge. When the doors closed, she undid the top two buttons on her blouse, allowing a dangerous amount of cleavage to show. Sarah saw his erection pulse though his pants. Her pussy tingled as his eyes continued to focus on her. She reached for the remote but as the train lurched through a turn, she lost her grip and it fell out of her purse on to the subway floor. The man's eyes followed the pink remote as it slid to his feet. The man reached down and picked the remote up off the floor. Sarah sat there frozen. Without saying a word, he turned the speed up to the highest level. Sarah felt the egg erupt within her causing her entire body to tremble. He stood up with a glaring erection in his pants. The man kneeled down between her open legs as she sat there. She felt a warm flush as he lightly ran a single finger from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit. She saw a string of her juices stretch between his finger and her pussy as he pulled his hand away. Her entire body was engulfed with a tingling sensation. She had never been so turned on in her life. He reached up and slid his hand into her blouse, feeling each of her beautiful breast as they now begged to be touched. Her nipple reached out to greet his fingers. He finished unbuttoning her blouse, and pulled it down over her shoulders, fully exposing her to the train car. She felt all her nerves come alive, swearing her heart was a jackhammer. This was the first time she had ever been naked in public. The egg, ringing like a bell on her g-spot, left Sarah completely incapable of of conscious movement. The man stood and pulled his pants down to his knees, revealing his solid cock which pointed at her like a blood hound's nose. Sarah's eyes sparkled as she marveled at its perfection. Kneeling, he aligned with her pussy. She stared at him, eyes wide, her body begging to be ravished. He grabbed the top of her thighs, spread her legs wide, and leaned into her. She felt her pussy swallow him as he expanded to fill her every inch. With each thrust, the vibrating egg was pushed hard against her g-spot. Her legs quivered uncontrollably. The train car stopped. Sarah looked down the car. The passages had now become onlookers. Her heart throbbed as more adrenaline pierced her system. Her skin felt like it was warm and cold at the same time. Her body was now fully exposed to the onlookers as she was pounded against the hard seat. Her breasts swayed for the world to see while her pussy drooled juices down her thighs. The number of people who had seen her naked in her life nearly tripled in an instant. As the doors closed and the train started to move, Sarah realized she had missed her stop. Sarah involuntarily thrusted towards the man each time his cock pushed to its full depth. Her body could not get enough of him. She didn't understand why, but catching glances of her onlookers only exited her more. Her entire body was now a roaring fire as the vibrating egg sent radiating surges through her body. The intensity she felt grew with each new bystander that joined the train car. Sarah could feel the orgasm she craved approaching. Her alluring breasts shook with her body as each thrust slammed her hard against the back of her seat. Her dark hair clung to her sweaty body and her toes instinctively curled with the waves of pleasure shooting through her. The uncontrollable movements of her hips and the buzzing of the egg detonated a massive wave of ecstasy deep from within. The walls of her pussy convulsed. Sarah's back arched, accentuating her nipples, as she shook like an electric current was running though her body.. "Oh, God yes, yes, yes, yes!" she screamed in the car, as wave after wave of pleasure swallowed her entire body giving her the sweet release she craved. Her heart pounded in her ears while her whole body vibrated and glowed. Her chest heaving, she could feel the man's cock throb. Her body twitched with the echoings of her orgasm while he swelled within her. With a powerful push, she felt his liquid warmth pulse inside, followed by him pulling out. The egg continued to cause her body to twitch and her legs to shutter as she was still throbbing from her orgasm. The man pulled up his pants while the train came to a stop. All of the passengers awkwardly left the train in a hurry now that they were finished. The man turned and left without a word. Sarah didn't know what to think. She slowly sat up and reached for the vibrator's remote, left of the seat beside her, and turned it off. She could feel the man's warm deposits running down the inside of her legs. She quickly buttoned up her blouse and pulled her skirt down to its normal length, still breathing heavily. It took Sarah three more stops to fully regain composure before she was able to switch directions and head back home. Sarah sat at home in disbelief. A complete stranger, who she had not exchanged a single word with, gave her the most unforgettable experience. Orgasms were always a very private ordeal for her, but she had just shared one with every person on that train. The most powerful orgasm of her life was a public ordeal. Sarah had never felt so alive. No other man or toy had ever come close to giving her what she just felt. She could not imagine how to ever recreate that feeling one her own. Looking back on her past sexual experience, Sarah realized how bland they really were compared to today. She fell asleep that night with a glowing smile on her face. Friday: Sarah awoke feeling extremely satisfied and rested. Her day at work was one of her most unproductive. She constantly replayed what had happened over and over, becoming more turned on each time. Her plan, on the the ride home, was to talk to the man. She needed to know more about him. She felt the need to thank him. The hours dragged on as she had to wait to grab the 8:30PM train. When the time finally came, she slipped into the bathroom and removed her panties and bra. Just incase it happens again, she thought. I hope... I need it to happen again. Sarah slipped in her vibrating egg. Today, she would simply hand him the remote. Sarah stepped onto the hot crowded train and stood pressed up against the wall of the car. A man's elbow brushed against her breast each time the car moved, exciting her even more. Reaching the 59th Street station, the car emptied and she took the seat that cradled her the day before. She eagerly looked towards the door waiting, feeling like time was in slow motion. With every second that passed she could feel the hunger between her legs growing. The doors cruelly closed and the train sped away. Sarah frantically tried to look out the window but did not see the man. He had not missed an opportunity to see her all week and now he was no where to be found. Sarah had a terrible sinking feeling in her chest. The train pulled into Sarah's stop and she slowly stood up feeling defeated. She held onto the center pole, as she waited for the doors to open. When they did, she stood there frozen, unable to leave the car. Before she could bring herself to exit the train, the doors closed and the train pulled out of her station. Sarah stood there, swaying with the movement of the car. She took a deep breath and unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse. Reaching into her purse, she turned on the vibrating egg. She walked to the middle of the train car and sat across from a young, professional looking man.