Late Morning Adventure

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A Short Story

By Pavel Nabokov

Stubbornly, I had to admit to myself that sometimes the alarm clock really doesn’t go off. For all the hassles that I had given my crew over the years about that lame excuse, it had just happened to me. Besides being embarrassed, I was going to be over an hour late; and in the twelve years since I started this job: Late - I had never been.

I heard the hard footsteps from down stairs and then she yelled, “Come on Lou… get your ass in gear… the trains are going to be jammed today.”

Bernice had been a great partner and despite her soured mood, she was really trying to help. She was just as frustrated as I was. When you looked at the situation I was in… and really all of the people Chicago trying to get to work that spring morning, it was going to be rough. A late winter storm had dumped over thirty inches of snow on the city in as many hours. Then it got frigidly cold, down in the minus twenties and the city pretty much stopped, except for the L, and commuter Trains. Today it was supposed to get up into the low fifties, thank the maker.

I headed down stairs to see Bernice with my boots by the front door, and my lunch in her hand. I smiled at her, and she smiled wryly back.

“You big lug… what were you doing in the shower… does that new shower head possess some powers that I can’t make happen?”

Na, honey… last night I slept funny and got three cramps that I had to work out.

As I got close to her to kiss her good bye, she tapped my package and said, “Ahhh honey, I hope its okay now.” Then she started laughing.

Finally, I was out the door and headed from our home on N. Christiana to the Kimball Street Station. That was the end of the line for the Ravenswood “L”… or the Brown line as they now call it. I always took the “L to and from work. Downtown parking was expensive and the traffic was always a mess.

I was surprised. Besides the mountains of snow still covering the roads, cars, and homes, the temperature had to be over thirty degrees already. But it seemed to be getting windy again. At least the sidewalks were reasonably clean. But sometimes the snow banks were so high I couldn’t even see over them and I stood six-three. I unzipped my parka and took a deep breath. The air felt clean and crisp.

Crossing Lawrence was easier than I thought. The road crews had one lane open in each direction, though the cars along the curb were buried in snow. Sooner than I expected, I was on the station platform, but the next train out looked full already. I decided to wait another five minutes or so, as did others on the platform. The trains doors closed and started its trek to the loop just as the six-car train on the other side of the platform came in. In short order the train was ready to leave the cars being about half-full. I opened my newspaper and started my morning ritual.

Stops at Kedzie, Francisco, and Rockwell had the train pretty packed with commuters. After Western, the train was packed. It was interesting to see all the kinds of people who got on later trains… among them school kids. At Western, three young girls boarded the train and got pushed back toward my seat. They were dressed like they went to Catholic school in their cute little jumpers. One of them, a blonde with a long pony tail hanging down her back, looked like she was ready for summer had it not been for the low top red snow boots she was wearing. Her skirt was pulled up at least three inches above her knees and she was wearing a spring jacket. I thought, how can girls walk around in this weather with skirts that high and not get cold; you know where.

At Damen, the passengers shifted around to let some passengers off the train, and then twice as more boarded. As the train left the station I went back to reading my paper, but got distracted as the lights flickered in the train and a bright flash like lightening was visible from outside the train as the sleet scrapers on the trucks arced as they scrapped off the ice from the third rail.

When I looked to my right, the little blonde jerked as the flash went off and she shifted closer to my right side as well.

It was time to read the sports page and I fiddled in the cramped seat to pull out that section. As I did the train lurched and I dropped it on the floor by my feet and into the isle. But when I reached down to get it; the blonde caught my hand between the seat and her leg. With my palm toward her leg, my large knuckles were against the metal tubing of the seat and it was hard to pull away. I looked up at her and said, Can you move your leg please. I dropped my paper.

She turned toward me and her ice blue eyes, and mouth smiled as if in defiance. Saying nothing she returned to stare out of the window.

Okay I thought, she being bratty – fair enough, two can play this game. So I closed my hand around her calf and lifted and moved her foot. Inside my head a little light went off that I was holding onto a silky smooth firm leg and it sent messages to my brain that were very troublesome. I got a grip on my bad thoughts releasing her leg and went to get the paper that was now getting wet. As soon as I did, the little darling moved her foot to step on the paper. Damn… what a little brat. I was undeterred. So I decided to feign reading another section of the paper, trying to catch her off guard. Just after the Addision station, the train turned a sharp left and she nearly fell onto me. Her left thigh was now on top of my hand crushing it against my thigh. As the train came out of the turn, I pushed her back almost upright. Then with my hand still under her skirt, she bent down all of a sudden and my hand felt the bare bottom of her buns.

My god… the little imp is not wearing panties. I wanted to pull my hand away immediately, but I didn’t. Ignoring my hand, she giggled and looked at her girlfriend who was still in eye view of her and smiled. Without thinking my mind took over and swatted her across her butt cheeks fairly hard. Oh shit… I thought… I could hear the smack and I wondered about other people in the train. I had this notion that everyone on the train was now staring at me with very angry eyes. I looked around and nobody seemed to notice anything. The guy in my seat by the window was asleep. My seat was right up against the Motorman’s cab so nobody from behind me saw anything. As I looked around all I saw was the blonde looking at me with a red face and a smile. She mouthed, Mmmmmmm – humming it a little, and I got angry again.

My god, the little broad wants to get her jollies right here, I thought. My mind was doing bad things again and the little guy in my pants was no longer little either. He wasn’t thinking, he was just responding. With my other hand I put the paper across my lap, just in case someone noticed. But my heavens… those little butt cheeks were so firm and silky and the shape according to my hand was perfect. What a great little ass she had. Her narrow hips and bottom allowed me to nearly hold both cheeks in my hand at the same time. My hand moved without any direction from my rational brain touching and squeezing her bottom. Then the little bitch spread her legs wider, indicating her desire.

I had to pull my hand away, but for the life of me I couldn’t. It was a tug of war that I was loosing badly. Just then the train lurched to the stop at Paulina, and a large woman next to the girl slipped on the floor and hit the blonde on her right shoulder turning her so that she was facing directly away from me. My hand was between her legs and holding on to her left thigh.

Knowing full well that I was going to be condemned to hell I gave up trying to pretend I wasn’t a bad man. But my next confession was going to be traumatic. Maybe I’d go to another church where the priests don’t know me, I thought.

Oh Christ, I thought… the feeling of that tight muscular flesh, the softness of it… my hand could not be denied any longer. I caressed the inside of her smooth thigh and moved my hand down just below her skirt. The little guy was responding with quivers begging for release from my trousers. The sensations racking my hand were wondrous. She seemed to lean into my caresses as well. Every now and then she would twitch as I squeezed her thigh.

Time to get brave… or stupid… take your pick. I decided to do both at the same time. It was time to move upward. I felt her hand on the sleeve of my arm at that very moment, pulling my hand higher. The nerve of her. As I did move in that direction, she released my arm and just patted it. Talk about permission to be bad… I had it. So I moved up around in front of her thigh. As I got to the top of her leg, I moseyed over to her left hip. She had baby smooth creamy skin. I could almost visualize the milky white of her abdomen. Almost trembling, I started to move across her lower stomach. I felt the swell of her mound and the rise of her pubic bone. Soon, I had my hand covering her noticeably damp pussy. Like the rest of her it was smooth as silk. As I felt her crack I moved a finger up to the top of her mound. Not a hair to be found…. Oh my god… I almost squirted in my pants right then. I was trying to maintain myself but it was really hard. No not that... well yes… but you get my meaning.

My hand was shaking as I let my fingers discover her pussy lips. They were meaty little things and just down from the top my finger dragged across an engorged clit that was sticking out from her lips proudly. Oh god to taste that… my mind raced with images that were all too erotic. What was I thinking? Fact was, that I wasn’t.

I’m a pretty large guy. Not fat, just big and my hands are big too. My pinky finger takes a size 14 ring so you get the drift. I separated her labia and felt for her hole. I got a flood of moisture for my trouble. I gently felt around and my middle finger easily tapped into the honey pot. Damn, she was hot inside and I could feel her tightening that young twat on my finger too. As I started to gently rub her clit, I was startled nearly out of my seat when the train’s loud speakers came to life saying, “Paulina Street next stop.”

She must have sensed my shock and I heard her laugh. When the train stopped it braked harshly again and her movement caused my finger to force itself inside her past the second knuckle.

I heard her gasp and got a little frightened. But the lady in front of her said, “Sorry honey, I didn’t mean to step on your foot dear.”

Great timing I thought. Before the train started again I decided to make this easier on her and myself. I pulled my finger out of her and replaced it with my thumb. Yea… I went in easy. I got big thumbs. Then I started using my index finger gently on her clit. As I had no idea when she would get off the train, I wanted to leave her with something to remember.

God I wanted to feel her ass again, but it was too awkward. Then an idea came to me: Maybe some payback for her tactics this morning. I eased my thumb out of her puss, smeared the juice all over her butt hole and stuck it in there. She jumped a little. Then I put my index finger in her puss and used my middle finger to flick her clit. I started finger fucking her in both holes and I could feel her grinding into my hand. I could feel her tremble from time to time.

I wonder if she has cute little tits… I wonder what she looks like without any cloths on? I wonder why I’m messing around with a kid when my wife has thirty eight double dee’s and is hornier than a Mink? The conflicts going through my mind were endless.

“Southport, next stop,” the speakers went off again.

When I looked up, I noticed one of the other girls that had gotten on the train with her standing next to her. It was nice in a way as it blocked other commuters views of me frigging this cute as a bug youngster. Damn, that hairless pussy was so nice to stroke. Her flesh felt different too. Firmer and god… those lips were engorged with blood. She was involuntarily wiggling and I could feel her legs tremble as she got close to her orgasm. Now she was rocking her hips from front to back helping me give her clit a massage. Her girlfriend, another gorgeous girl with long flowing black hair turned to look at me. When her wide-set brown eyes caught mine, she smiled too. She turned her head back and put her arm around the blondee’s waist. God forbid that the blondee’s knees collapsed on her when she came. The other girl was thinking, which was much better than I could admit too.

Several bright flashes came from the rails again and the train was starting to stop. The blonde was cuming and her girlfriend was helping to hold her up. Just as she came, the blonde buried her head into the shoulder of the other girl. I could hear some of the whimpering she couldn’t control. Then I noticed my hand flooded with her juices. Shortly after, I gently I removed my fingers from her holes just as the train came to a stop.

The fat broad slipped again and hit the blonde full frontal when the train lurched as it stopped and the blonde fell onto my lap. Shit… she was still panting. When her eyes opened they were dreamy with orgasm. She smiled kind of dumbly at me and feigning an attempt to right herself, reached under the paper on my lap and felt my turgid package squeezing it a time or two. She held on to the hand grip on the back of my seat, and as she turned to stand up her lips crossed my ears and I heard her say, “That was awesome… thanks.” Then as she moved on she kissed me sweetly on the cheek as she righted herself with her friends help.

What happened then was even more amazing. As some passengers left the train and space opened up, she switched positions with the other girl, leaving her standing in her place and now facing me. Not a chance I thought, though she did look very tempting. Her girlfriend was at least a year older.

I brought my right hand up on my paper then immediately regretted it. It was shiny with the blonde’s juices. So I just stuck the two fingers and thumb in my mouth and licked. Hell, I wanted to do that anyway. Since I couldn’t lick it directly, I at least wanted a taste.

Oh my heavens, it was as sweet as honeysuckle and creamy too. I heard a giggle and looked up as both of them were blushing and giggling at me. Fuck it… I did another taste and then the dark haired girl started to laugh harder as she covered her mouth while she did.

The guy next to me said, “Hey buddy, I have to get out for the next stop.” I turned in my seat and let him out. As he walked by the black haired girl she said, “Morning Sam.” Then she giggled again. I was astonished. Even more astonishing was that he patted me on the shoulder as he passed me bye.

As I was the only person that could see both of them, he put his hand under her blouse, reached in and squeezed one small tit. “Hi Raegan,” he said as he squeezed. “Hopefully I’ll see you on Wednesday… you’re new friend seemed to enjoy the ride this morning.”

She said nothing as he made his way to the door, but the blonde giggled. Raegan then nudged me and said, “Scoot over please.”

As I did, she sat down. I was just a tad frightened as to what her intentions were. She leaned in close and whispered, “This train… this car, this seat, Mondays, Wednesday’s and Friday’s. I hope to see you again… very soon.”

From up above, I heard the blonde say, “Me too.”

“Belmont Street next stop… Belmont… change for the Red and Purple lines… Belmont Street...” sounded from the loudspeakers.

“Got to go now. That was fun to watch,” she said.

That said, she stood as the train stopped. The doors opened and half of the commuters left the train, with just a few boarding. I watched the girls as they walked across the platform to wait for the next train. Just then as a fast breeze blew through the open doors my dream came true. A puff of wind caught the blonde’s jumper skirt and it went flying up the back revealing her perfect little milky bubble butt fully exposed. God she was a work of art. She was quick too. Her hand brought the skirt back down almost instantly. But this image was imprinted on my mind. My mouth wanted to scream, Turn around and let the wind blow again… but alas that was not to happen.

It was a long ride to the Merchandise Mart. That was my stop. I was the Electrical Superintendent for the Merchandise Mart. Since I had already had my charge for the morning the other power issues could wait. I stopped off for some food and a Starbuck’s before going to my office. That and a lot of reflecting the mornings events.

As I sat sipping my coffee, I thought, Mondays, Wednesday’s and Friday’s. Hummm, that’s good to know.