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One of the newspapers in  my town has a 'personals'
section entitled 'Missed Connections'. Often people
who have maybe made eye contact on a street corner or
across a crowded bar or talked briefly in passing
advertise in this section, either trying to reestablish
a brief friendship or determine if the glances the other
person was giving them were an indication of deeper
interest.  I have always found these ads to be
fascinating part of urban culture.  This is an attempt
to write something inspired by that.

Missed Connections:
An Urban Drama

In the city center two office towers face each other
across a sterile, empty plaza.  Reflective glass windows
stare blindly across that open space.  As the sun rises
through the morning fog a single ray of sunshine
escapes, briefly illuminating one tower, then the
other...

Stephan Breitmann's eyes roamed down the car of the
train.  She looked up, noticing his gaze and they
each looked away.  He had noticed her from time to time
on the 7:45 train he took to work.  She was in
her mid twenties, shoulder length blonde hair, always
well dressed.  She obviously worked in some big
office downtown because she got off at the stop right
before his.  Her conservative dress still betrayed a
figure Stephan found captivating: narrow hips and waist,
the curve of her jacket suggesting breasts that
were small yet somehow heavy.

He worked for a large architectural firm in the city.
The firm had just designed the twin office towers and
central plaza where he worked.  In fact the buildings
had just been completed six months earlier.  That is
when he started taking the 7:45 train.  Soon after that
he began to see her get on the train a couple of stops
after his.  There were a lot of problems in his firm at
the moment.  The twin tower project was regarded as
a major fiasco both within the firm and in the
architectural world as a whole.  One of the big New York
critics had traveled to the city to review the project
and pronounced it a "sterile blight" on the city center.
Tenants were all over the firm demanding redesigns and
in general making Stephan and his colleagues'
lives miserable.   He looked down the car again.  She
was reading.  He let his gaze rest on her.  At least
looking at her was a small pleasure on the way to
another dreary day of work.

In fact it was more than that.  A few months ago he had
begun fantasizing about her.  His girlfriend was
dumping him,  the twin towers project had turned
sour...What had started as a pleasant diversion had
grown into a nightly obsession.

Cathy Flynn just barely caught the 7:45 that morning.
She was lucky to get a seat and best of all 'he' was
in the same car that morning.  She had noticed him right
away:  he was always casually dressed which
made him stand out from the business suit crowd.  He had
reddish brown hair, a closely trimmed beard.
He often had a large folio under his arm: she wondered
if he was an artist or photographer.  She thought
he was probably gay but still found his looks compelling
when she stole glances at him.  He had a kind,
honest face and always seemed lost in his own thoughts.
She looked up.  He was looking right at her!
She quickly lowered her head into her book.

Books had been her main companions for the last  half
year or so.  She had recently been hired right out
of law school by the most prestigious law office in the
city.  They had just relocated to one of the new
twin office towers down town and Cathy had found  a
place to live closer in to work. She was going to
move over the weekend in fact. Suddenly she realized
that this was the last time she would be on the 7:45
train and see him.  She looked down the car at him.  His
eyes were closed.  He must be deep in thought
she decided.

Stephan closed his eyes and thought back.  Last night he
had had a particularly vivid fantasy about
'Susan'.  He didn't know her real name but his fantasy
relationship with her had progressed  to the point
where he had to give her one.  He had come home late
from work.  It had been a particularly brutal day at
the office.  The twin towers project...  Instead of
going home he decided to pop into his neighborhood bar.
The usual crowd was there but amazingly Susan was there
too!  She was dressed in jeans and a white
blouse, sitting alone in a booth near the back of the
place.  Stephan edged up to the bar and ordered a beer.
He drank for several minutes glancing in her direction
every now and then to be sure nobody had joined
her.  She was alone.  Stephan decided to be bold and
approach her.

"I know you take the same train as I do, but I don't
know your name" he said figuring that honesty might
make a good pickup line for a change.

"Yeah, I've noticed you too" she replied smiling.  "I'm
new to this neighborhood.  I recognize a few faces.
Yours is one of them.  But I don't really know anybody
around here."

Stephan introduced himself.

"I'm Sue, Sue Hamlin.  Pleased to meet you" she replied.
Then "do you want to have a seat,  or are you
waiting...for..." she trailed off.

Stephan assured her he wasn't waiting for anyone and
that, yes,  he'd love to join her.  He took a seat
across from her and ordered drinks.  They talked then,
exchanging life stories, about how they came to
live in that trendy part of the city.  All sorts of
things.  Stephan let his leg brush against her under the
table: she didn't pull away.  She got up to use the
ladies room and when she got back she slid into the
booth closer to him.  After another half hour of talking
their thighs were resting together.

Stephan went for it, asking her if she wanted to see his
place.  As an architect he of course had a nice
apartment!  She agreed.  He fixed a couple of drinks and
they settled onto his couch.  Before long they
were kissing passionately.  Stephan let his hand drop to
her thigh.  She gave no resistance.  He cupped her
breasts, hot to the touch even through her shirt.  She
leaned her head back on the couch and let him undo
the buttons of her shirt.  A low moan rumbled in her
throat as Stephan pulled the shirt off her back
exposing her breasts covered only by a plain white bra.
He could see the dark nipples straining at the
fabric.  He cupped her breasts again feeling the
hardness of her nipples.

"Suck my tits...please" she implored him.  Leaning
forward she undid her bra freeing her firm breasts
which stood out right in front of his face.  Stephan
pushed her backward  onto the couch and lay on top of
her so that his face was right between those small firm
tits.  He sucked and nibbled on each of her nipples
in turn.  She grabbed the back of his head and pulled
his face to her more forcefully.

"Suck me.  Suck me.." she was saying over and over
again.

Stephan kissed his way down to her belly and to the top
button of her jeans.  He undid the button, then the
zipper, revealing a small triangle of white cotton
panty.  He gently lifted her and slid the jeans off.  He
looked up at her: she had her forearms crossed on her
chest and she was sucking on her forefinger.

Removing the finger she moaned "eat me!  Lick my
pussy...please...lick me..."

Stephan pulled her panties off.  Her blonde pubic hair
was matted down and he could just make out the
flesh of her pussy peeking out.  He fluffed her pubic
hair up lightly with his fingertips then started kissing
her right leg just inside the knee and working upward.
He stopped just short of her pubic hair and
switched to the other leg.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned.

Stephan worked his way up the left leg not stopping
short of his goal this time.  Her pussy smelled of
sandalwood, or some exotic spice.  He licked her softly,
flicking apart the labia a little at a time.  When
her lips were fully spread and wet he began moving his
tongue up and down her pussy.  He made a little
circle around her clit each time he came to it.

"Suck on it!" she commanded,  "Suck my clit!"

Stephan sealed his lips around the hard little bud of
her clitoris and sucked it into his mouth.  She moaned
again.  Stephan continued sucking for some time, until
she begged him to fuck her.  He was out of his
clothes and between her legs in a flash.  She reached
down.  Her hand felt so cool on his burning cock as
she stroked it firmly.  She guided the head to the
opening of her pussy and held it there.  Stephan pushed
just the head of his cock into her.  She was so wet he
slid in without any trouble, then  he pulled his cock
all the way out again so that it wasn't touching her at
all any more.  Again he plunged just the head in and
pulled it all the way out.  She gasped every time his
cock touched her pussy lips.  Gradually he let more of
his cock slide into her with each stroke but still
pulled all the way out.  Finally he couldn't stand it
any
more: he sank into her all the way to his balls and
pushing against her as hard as he could ground his
cock around inside her.  He could feel his balls raking
across her ass as he rotated his hips.

She grabbed the sides of Stephan's head and held him in
her gaze.  "I want you to fuck me hard.  Slam
your cock into me as hard as you can."  She was speaking
in a hoarse whisper. Stephan obliged.  Pulling
his cock all the way out he let the fully weight of his
body fall in to his thrust.  "Yes!" she whispered.
"Yes!"  Every time he reached the bottom of his stroke
she exclaimed "yes!" or "fuck me!"  She brought
her legs up and placed her feet on his ass, pushing him
into her with all her strength.

"I'm going to come!...I'm coming...I'm coming" she kept
repeating.  "When I come I want you to stay
inside of me!  Don't pull out any more, OK?"   She
asked.  It was all he could do to grunt a reply.  Her
legs locked around his waist.  "Now!  I'm coming, now!
Screw me!"  her tone was pleading.  Stephan
rammed his cock into her one last time and kept it
there.  He tried to push with all his force, probing her
as deeply as he possibly could and swiveling his hips.
She was squirming under him wildly with her legs
and arms gripping him as tightly as she could.  Stephan
couldn't hold out any longer himself.

"Oh!  Susan!   I'm coming!  I'm going to fill you with
my hot sperm....."  He let loose what felt like a
dozen hot spurts of semen deep inside her.

He had come all over his belly.  Enough so that is
poured off his side onto the bed making a big wet spot
he would have to avoid as he drifted off to
sleep...Stephan's eyes opened suddenly.  While
remembering
his fantasy of the night before he had completely missed
his stop.  In fact he had gone four stops too
many.  He was going to be very late for work!

Cathy continued to gaze down the train car.  It was
safe.  His eyes were closed.  He looked like he was
concentrating intently on something.  "I wonder what's
going through his mind? Cathy thought.  Her own
thoughts started down a familiar path:

She needed photographs of herself taken for the office
directory.  The law office would pay for any
photographer she chose to have do the work.  She was
given 'Max's' name and phone number from one of
the secretaries in the office.  She had dressed in her
usual office attire when she went to his studio on a
Saturday afternoon and to  her amazement Max was the man
she had been noticing on the train to work
every so often!  He didn't act like he recognized her
when he opened the door to his studio so she didn't let
on that she had ever seen him before either.

She needed only head shots so Max set up a stool for her
to sit on in front of a smoky looking background.
Cathy felt playful that day.

"These lights are so hot!  You don't mind if I take off
this jacket do you?" she asked holding it out so that
he had to come take it from her outstretched hand.
After he had taken the shots Cathy said she wanted
some extra shots for herself and that she would pay the
extra amount.

"It's no problem for me just to print an extra copy of
each shot"   Max responded.  "I won't even charge
you for them."

Cathy smiled.  "You don't understand."  I don't want
prints of those shots...  I want some more...   special
ones..."  As her voice faltered she started undoing her
blouse.  "You don't mind do you?"

"Ms Flynn!" he exclaimed.  Cathy hesitated: maybe he was
gay afetr all...

"Ms Flynn!" he repeated.  "You've got a fabulous set of
tits!"

Cathy felt a surge of relief and then quickly a renewed
surge of arousal.  She undid her bra.  "Come and
feel them if you like" she asked.  He put down his
camera and came over to her.  He massaged her breasts,
stopping a few times to playfully pinch  and pull on her
swollen nipples.  He got behind her and
completely covered them with his warm hands and squeezed
them gently.  Cathy let her eyes close and her
head fall back onto his shoulder.

"Tie me up."

He said "What?"

"I want you to tie me up.  You can have me...do anything
you want to me...please...just tie me up..right
here on the floor..."

"Well...OK..." he said looking around the studio trying
to figure out what to do next.

Laying her on the carpeted floor of the studio he tied
her ankles to the legs of a large table with long
electrical chords.  The bonds were firm but not to tight
holding her legs spread wide apart.  Her wrists he
lashed together with some rope stretching them over her
head and fastening them to the handle of a large
metal suitcase her dragged in from a corner of the room.
When he was done he stood over her thinking
for a moment then took all of his clothes off.  His cock
was already getting hard but he stood over her
between her legs and slowly started stroking it, getting
it harder.

She cooed: "What a big hard cock.  Let me see it up
close.  I want to suck it!"

He got on his knees above her head and lowered himself
down.  She felt the hair of his balls brushing
against her forehead.  He gently slapped her cheek with
his cock and rubbed it across her face, her
forehead and hair.

"Let me suck you" she said.

He leaned forward and got on his hands and knees over
her.  The thick hot head of his cock rested against
the side of her chin.  She loved this view of a man's
body: his thighs rising up on either side of her face,
coming together at a stiff cock, the heaviness with
which his balls hung down, the arch of his ass cheeks
where they parted above her...He shifted his body,
bringing the tip of his cock to her lips.  The head was
thick, blunt ended, the color of dark red wine.  She
inhaled deeply, smelling his musky scent.  He lowered
cock just far enough so that her lips engulfed just the
head.

"Just make a sound when I'm as far in as you can take,
OK?"

"Mmm hmmm!" she replied.

Slowly he sank his cock into her moth.  Cathy was
astonished at how much of it she could take in.  He
paused about half way:  "OK?" he asked.

"Mmm hmmm."

He lowered himself more. All the way.   His balls draped
over her nose.

""Oh my God!...Cathy!...Oh Christ.." he moaned as she
extended her lips even farther up the shaft of his
cock, to the edge of his balls.  Locking her lips on him
she applied suction and she felt a shock wave pass
through his body, the skin of his balls grew tight and
rippled, like a squall passing over water.  He slowly
started fucking her mouth.  She delighted at the sight
of those balls going up and down right in front of
her eyes.  At the bottom of his slow strokes they were
all she could see in front of her eyes.  His strokes
became a little more urgent, his thigh muscles were
knotting and unknotting.  Cathy lightly bit the base of
his cock every time he had sunk all the way into her.

"Oh my God!...Oh my God!" he was saying over and over.

"Uuurrrggghhhh!" Cathy managed to make a sound.

"Oh my God! Cathy! Are you all right? I didn't hurt you
did I?"  he asked with concern in his voice.

"No, I want you to fuck me...now ...please.."

They realized then that he had tied her  up with her
dress and panties still on.  He managed to hike the
dress over her hips, baring her plain white cotton
panties but her legs were spread too wide for him to
slide them off and out of the way.

"Hold on a sec!" he said disappearing from her view.  He
came back between her legs holding a pair of
scissors.  "Arch your back, raise your ass off the
floor." he commanded.  He gently slid the panties down a
few inches and got the scissors inside.  Starting at the
front he sliced open the panties right down the
middle of the crotch leaving her with one half around
each thigh.  These he quickly cut with a single snip
each from the scissors.  Then he looked at her pussy for
the first time.  "You need a haircut!" he said.  He
trimmed her bush.  He didn't cut much but Cathy got
goose bumps as she felt the new sensation of cool
drafts of air striking her exposed pussy for the first
time.

"I want you...fuck me.." is all she could whimper.

He spread her with the back of his fingers and pushed
his cock into her willing pussy.  He groaned as he
slid in all the way.  Raising himself up  on his knees
and elbows, so that the only parts of their bodies
touching were cock and pussy, he started fucking her
with short stabbing motions.  He made many small
shallow thrusts and at random intervals surprised her by
thrusting his cock into her as far as he could.

"I like it when you do it  shallow and fast" she said.
She told him to move his body higher so that the
head of his cock put pressure on her clit.  "Keep that
up.  Faster!  You're going to make me come if you do
that!" she moaned.  His cock was quivering at the
opening of her pussy sending exquisite sensations
through her.  Her arms and legs strained at the chords
holding them.  Cathy couldn't stand it any longer:
her mind went numb as she came.  "Fuck me hard now!" she
cried out as she was coming.  He lowered
himself onto her and started pumping her with full deep
thrusts.  The power of his thrusts prolonged her
orgasm for what seemed like several minutes.

Opening her eyes Cathy looked around her.  The train was
just pulling into the stop before the twin
towers.  She always got off a stop early to get coffee
and a bagel to take up to her desk.  Pulling her jacket
tightly about her to hide her erect nipples which were
poking visibly through her blouse she slipped out of
the train.  As the car pulled away she looked back and
saw that 'Max' was still in his seat, lost in his own
thoughts.  "This is going to be a great day!" she
thought.

"This day sucks!" Stephan muttered under his breath.  It
was  past two o'clock.  He had been behind all
day after daydreaming past his stop that morning.  His
co-workers had glared at him when he sheepishly
tried to sneak in  half an hour late.

Bates stuck his head into Stephan's office: "The law
firm in tower two called again.  They didn't get the
redraw of their conference room.  You seen it?"

"Shit!" Stephan exclaimed.  He had forgotten all about
it.  "I'll send it over by courier."

"Courier just left" Bates responded blankly.  "They need
those drawings by two thirty they said, or they'll
be very upset.  We don't want to make them upset, now do
we." he added sarcastically.

"Ok, OK, I'll run over there myself.  Who do I send them
too..." he fumbled through papers on his desk.

"Ms Flynn.  Cathy Flynn's the one who just called.  She
sounded pissed.  Take the drawings to her." Bates
suggested.

Things were going well for Cathy Flynn.  By two o'clock
she had finished all her work for the day.  Mr
Batemann, one of the partners leaned in: "Cathy, you
seem under employed right now.  All of the
secretaries are swamped with the Tinsley deposition
transcripts...would you mind calling those architects?
Once again they left us hanging.  They didn't send the
drawings over as they promised.  I need those for
my two thirty meeting.  Do you mind?  If they give you
guff, just go over there and get them yourself.
Then you can just go home if you want to."  Cathy agreed
willingly.  The prospect of getting off work at
two thirty on a Friday was worth stooping to do a little
secretarial work.

"Brinkman, Brigaham" Batemann snapped his fingers,
"Breitmann! That's his name.  Steve Breitmann's
the one to talk to over there."

Stephan was having trouble gathering the drawings.  He
didn't have enough plastic tubes in his office.  He
had to go search for some.  He looked at his watch:
2:15.

2:20.  The digital clock on Cathy's desk displayed.  She
sat at her desk waiting.  The afternoon sun made
her office uncomfortably hot.  "Whoever designed this
place is a jerk!" she thought.  Sighing she got to
her feet.  This Mr Breitmann had obviously forgotten the
drawings again.  She was going to have to go get
them.  She hurried through the office to the elevators,
pushing the down arrow.

Stephan made it to the lobby of tower two.  His watch
read 2:20.  One of the major complaints about the
twin towers project was the lack of elevators.  He had
to wait for what seemed like an eternity.

Cathy cursed the slow elevators in her building as she
waited.  She was barely going to make it.  Finally
an empty car arrived and she stepped in, hurriedly
pressing 'L'.  Just as the doors were closing she heard
a
bell ring:  The car next to hers had just arrived at her
floor...

Fin

Richard Rivers '97

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