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On a Downtown Train
by Justexplorin (justexplorinit@gmail.com)

***

I love women with curves. So when I saw Christie on the 
train, I knew I had to have her. (MF, rom)

***

I love women with curves. Give me a woman with nice, 
round curves, a little padding and a waspishly thin 
waist over a thin woman with hard edges and angles any 
day. Tall or short, big-boned or extra padded, those 
women just send my pulse chugging. That's why I knew I 
was doomed the minute I saw Christie.

Every morning I travel by train to work. It's typically 
45 dull minutes reading or listening to music, twice a 
day. It always amazes me that by the third stop, the 
train is usually full and by the fifth, it's usually 
packed so tight that people are molded closer together 
than some concert mosh pits. 

People manage to cram themselves in until you expect to 
hear it pop like a champagne cork when the doors open 
at the next stop as people spill out. Luckily, since my 
home stop is the last on the line, I typically get a 
spot to sit in the morning and my work stop is past a 
major transfer point, so I can usually get one on the 
way back, too. 

One morning I was heading in to work a little later 
than usual. The last few weeks we'd been crashing a 
project and pulling late nights in order to hit the 
deadline. We finally rolled it out the night before and 
I decided to sleep in late to recover. When I got on 
the train, it was already more full than usual, so I 
had to find a spot away from the area that I usually 
sit at and pulled open my book to read. 

My eyes were pretty tired still from the late nights, 
so I was having a tough time staying focused on my 
reading. I found myself looking up and around at the 
people more than usual. It was at that point that I saw 
her standing about six feet away, leaning against the 
wall by the door and reading a book.

I had no idea where or when she got on, but now that I 
saw her I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was 
young -- early twenties -- and wore a rather 
conservative style for her age. Instead of the skin-
tight skirts that ended above the knee and baby-doll 
tees that most women her age are wearing, she wore a 
white, silky blouse buttoned up close to her throat and 
a navy blue skirt that went past her knees. 

I couldn't help myself and started looking up from her 
feet. It was obvious that she walked a lot or exercised 
and the heels made her calf muscles tighten into firm 
lines. She leaned against the wall slightly, so I could 
see the outline of her wide hips and generous curves of 
her ass against the skirt.

I followed those curves to an impossibly thin waist and 
then past the tucked-in blouse on up. It looked like 
she must have had large breasts, but her bra was 
confining them tightly. She had short, black hair, a 
round face and large, blue eyes. As I was checking her 
out, the old lady that sat near her was looking at me. 
Our eyes met and the old lady smirked. I was 
embarrassed that I got caught staring, so I looked 
away. But I couldn't do that for long.

I kept stealing glances over at her, watching her read. 
Occasionally she would shift her weight to a different 
foot and I would watch her hips shift and imagine what 
it would be like watching her walk. Suddenly she 
started to laugh at something in the book. She must 
have been surprised that she laughed out loud in the 
quiet train car and started to look around to see 
whether anyone noticed. And that's when she saw me 
looking at her.

She looked rather surprised and we stared awhile before 
she smiled and looked back at her book. For the next 
couple of stops, we played "eye tag." She would try to 
look when she thought I wasn't looking and glance away 
when she saw I was, and I would do the same to her. As 
the car filled, my view of her body was blocked, but I 
could still see her face. When we got to her stop, I 
watched how her hips twitched as she walked slowly off 
and then caught her looking back at me. 

I spent the next three stops trying to get my hard-on 
to go down before I had to stand up. I was absolutely 
worthless at work that day and couldn't get her out of 
my head. When I left that night, I tried to spot her 
but didn't see her. For the next couple of days I went 
in late, but didn't see her. I gave up and kept kicking 
myself for not talking to her or saying something. 

Finally a few days later I saw her again. It was pretty 
crowded and I had just given my seat up to a pregnant 
woman and was standing by the door when she walked on. 
She remembered me as well and stopped for a moment, 
smiling shyly before getting on the train and standing 
just to the other side of the door--about three feet 
from me. She was wearing a similar outfit as before: 
conservative blouse and skirt with heels. 

I couldn't stay focused on my book and started glancing 
at her again. As the trained filled up, we started 
getting pushed closer together. More people got on and 
she was right next to me turned sideways. She was 
blushing slightly and staring hard at her book. I was 
thinking, "Say something to her, you idiot! She's right 
there," when the door opened and more people got on. 
She turned her back to me to allow more people to cram 
in and was pushed up right against me.  

In her heels, she fit perfectly against me. Her ass was 
pressed against my hips and her head was just under my 
chin. She was too short to hang on to the handrails on 
the ceiling so stood with her legs wide apart to brace 
herself. Her right hand propped up her book while her 
left hand rested against the wall to stabilize. As the 
train moved, she started to bump against me. 

I quickly got hard and while I'm not Johnny Holmes, I 
know it would be noticeable in my pants if anyone 
looked or if she pressed against me. I tried to move my 
hips away so she wouldn't feel it, but as more people 
got on and jammed behind me, she was pressed against 
me. I was horrified when she finally bumped her ass 
against me. She could feel it. She shifted her hips 
slightly as if double checking what she felt and then 
glanced slightly over her shoulder blushing. But then 
she looked like she had made a decision and slowly 
pressed back into me. 

I almost came right there. My cock was the crack of her 
ass and she was bumping into me as the train rocked. It 
was then that I noticed that she hadn't turned a page 
in her book and her eyes were closed. She was breathing 
faster. At the next stop people got on and off, but she 
didn't move. 

When the train started moving, she leaned forward 
slightly and bumped her ass against my cock. I finally 
took a gamble and moved my right hand to her hip as if 
to steady her. She pushed her elbow down, clamping my 
hand against her waist and started to grind back on me. 

Unfortunately, the next stop was hers. When the doors 
opened, she quickly left the train looking first at my 
face and then at my hard-on before smiling. I quickly 
covered myself, holding my jacket in front of me. When 
I got to work, I ran straight for the bathroom and jack 
off. 

It was another couple of days before I saw her again. 
This time I had been standing in the hope of running 
into her again. I noticed that she stood in the door 
looking around a bit before she saw me standing against 
the wall by the door. Had she been waiting for me? She 
got on and smiled shyly at me, but came over to stand 
pretty close to me. As more people got on, she quickly 
shifted so her back was to me and pressed back. I let 
one hand fall and it landed against her hip. She didn't 
complain and actually started to grind into me right 
away, so I started to slowly roam across her hips. 

It was then that I felt she was wearing a garter belt. 
I stopped and almost came on the spot. I kept moving my 
hands around and couldn't feel any panties underneath, 
only curves. She arched her neck and glanced back at 
me, blushing. 

Suddenly she dropped her book and leaned over at the 
waist to pick it up. The back of her skirt road up and 
I could see the tops of suspendered thigh-high 
stockings. That's when I knew she had planned this -- 
wanted this -- and I started to get bolder. No one was 
looking. 

Everyone was quietly in their own worlds and I doubted 
anyone could see anything below shoulder height in the 
press of bodies. I slowly started to grip her hips, 
grabbing where the garter belt was.  She was leaning 
forward to increase the contact between us. When the 
train would rock, I would pull her harder against me. 
It was a slow-motion imitation of fucking.

When her stop came, she was rubbing hard against me and 
biting her lip. She looked at the open door and then at 
me. Her eyes were wild and she was as desperate as I 
was. So she pulled my hand and dragged me off the 
train. 

She was pulling me along, not saying anything. I was 
staring at her gorgeous ass in front of me and she 
would look back at me. When she noticed I was staring 
at her, she'd pull me along faster. That's when I saw 
an alcove off to the side that led to a janitor's door. 
It was dark and hidden. I pulled her to the side and 
waited until the crowd had left the area and then I 
pulled her in there and pressed her hard against the 
wall. We started kissing frantically. 

Her hand went straight to my cock and grabbed it. She 
was moaning into my mouth as she started to jack it off 
through my pants. I had one hand around her neck 
pulling her lips to mine. The other hand reached down 
under her skirt and ran up her thigh to the juncture. I 
was right--she wasn't wearing panties. 

She gasped when I made contact with her pussy, but then 
started ramming her crotch hard against my exploring 
hand. I pulled my hand away for a moment and she made a 
small grunt. But I wanted to release my cock out of its 
confines before I made a mess of my pants. When I took 
her hand, she looked up at me questioningly. I then 
unzipped my pants and fished my cock out into the open 
and put her hand back on it. She made little moaning 
sounds as she stared at it, jacking it off. 

I had to have her and pressed her against the wall, 
pushing up her skirt. I grabbed her ass and pressed my 
cock against her bush, kissing and biting her lips 
lightly. She never stopped jacking my cock and I was 
about to explode. But I wanted to cum inside of her so 
I pulled her hand away and started to crouch down so my 
cock would line up. As soon as she felt my cock touch 
her wet lips, she grunted and started to push on my 
chest.

"Wait... hold on... stop!" She stopped kissing me. My 
eyes must have bugged out and it took everything I had, 
but I stopped. "The first time should be special. I 
don't want to remember it in this dirty hallway. Let's 
go across the street."

I knew there was a hotel across the street, so quickly 
pulled myself together and she did the same. We were 
giggling like little kids as we walked out of the hall 
into more people getting off the train that just 
arrived and practically jogged across the street to the 
Hilton. 

I got a day room from the clerk, who glanced knowingly 
over to the waiting girl. We held hands like school 
kids as we went into the elevator. As soon as the doors 
closed, we grabbed each other and started pulling and 
grabbing whatever we could reach.

When we finally got to the room, I got a little nervous 
as she ran over to the phone to make a call. But she 
was smiling at me as the phone rang on the other side.

"Erin? It's Christie. I wanted to let you know that 
I'll be out today..."

I went over, sat on the bed next to where she stood and 
ran my hand up her skirt. She was still wet and started 
to push my hand away until I managed to slide a finger 
in. I suddenly wanted her to come while on the phone so 
I slid her skirt up to her waist, grabbed that 
beautiful ass with one hand, pulled her legs apart and 
pressed my face to her pussy.

God, she tasted wonderful. Her clit was sticking way 
out from under the hood and I sucked and bit it lightly 
while jamming two fingers into her. She was so wet that 
the moisture was starting to run down my hand. Her hips 
were starting to shake and she grabbed a chunk of hair 
on my head. I couldn't tell whether she wanted me to 
stop or continue, but I kept going. I'd die a bald, but 
very happy, man before letting go at this point.

"Yeah...I need to take a personal day," she said and 
her eyes were rolling back as she tried to catch her 
breath. "Something's come up and I need to take some 
time off. Yeah, this could take all day...OK...Bye!"

As she hung up she started slapping my shoulders and 
grabbing my hair and ears--pulling me closer in. But at 
that point I stopped--leaving her hanging. "Goddamn 
you!" she was yelling and I started laughing, "I can't 
believe you did that! You're driving me crazy."

"I guess I'd better call in, too?" I grinned as I took 
the phone and started dialing. I took one look at the 
grin on her face and knew I was in trouble. As I was 
hoping for my boss' voicemail, she untucked her blouse 
and started unbuttoning it as she kicked off her shoes. 

I watched as the blouse fell off her pale shoulders, 
exposing 34D breasts crushed into a lacy white bra. She 
walked towards me and held her fingers to the clasp on 
the front. She opened the clasp with one hand and the 
bra slid to the sides. I gasped as those beautiful 
breasts came into view and bounced once... twice. They 
were defying all laws of gravity.  

Unfortunately, my boss answered the phone. She heard 
his voice and knelt down in front of me, quickly 
unbuckling and yanking my pants and underwear down to 
my knees, making my cock slap up against my stomach. I 
listened to my boss as I watched her grabbed my cock at 
the base and with an evil grin started licking just 
under the head while looking up at me. She waited until 
I started to reply to him and then started slowly 
pushing her head down on my cock, taking it further and 
further into her mouth -- still looking up at me. It 
took everything I could do to talk coherently. 

Then my boss said, "It's obvious you're not yourself 
today. You probably caught something from crashing that 
project. Go ahead and take the day off. We'll see you 
on Monday."

When I hung up, I put my hands on her head, unsure 
whether to pull her tighter in or throw her onto the 
bed. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and looked up 
at me, grinning. She was on her knees, still in her 
skirt and nylons and jacking my cock as I was seated on 
the bed. She couldn't have looked sexier. She looked 
like she was about to say something and then stopped 
herself and dove back down on my cock. 

Her mouth slid tight all the way down to the base of my 
7 inches. I was just a hair away from exploding and 
started to pull her off me, warning her that I was 
about to blow. She grunted and started jacking and 
sucking me frantically. That did it. I came so hard I 
was seeing stars. Her mouth was sucking on me, pulling 
everything I had out, and making little grunts as she 
swallowed.

"God," she chuckled, wiping her mouth once I finally 
stopped spewing, "Looks like someone needed that pretty 
badly."

I grabbed her and pulled her up standing, determined to 
return the favor. I pulled off that skirt and finally 
got to see her in all her glory. 

She was big-boned and perfect for me. Short dark hair 
and a cute face. Her pale shoulders had light freckles 
on them, which dusted across the top of her breasts, 
too. Her waist was so thin that I swore I could wrap 
both hands around to connect in the back and the garter 
belt made it look even thinner. Beautiful, curvy hips 
and a firm ass. She was looking rather shy as I 
continued staring but blushed when I just gasped, "My 
God... you're beautiful."

I kissed her and pulled her to the bed. We fell onto it 
laughing and I couldn't stop roaming my hands around 
her. I let a wet trail down to breasts, sucking and 
kissing each gently. Her hips kept pumping up into me, 
goading me to continue. I finally moved between her 
legs and she was pulling on my hair. Again, I couldn't 
figure out whether she wanted me to stop or continue, 
so I continued. I happily teased and sucked on her, 
driving her crazy. I wanted to her to explode, so 
started licking and sucking on her clit. She pulled on 
my hair, grunting over and over what sounded like don't 
stop. I was sliding two fingers deep into her faster 
and faster. 

"Oh my god... Oh god! Shit... stop! Wait! Wait!"

But I knew she was right on the edge, so decided to 
push her over quickly. Then it hit like a train. When 
she came, she screamed so loudly I was afraid the 
police would come. She kept crying out "Oh God!" over 
and over and suddenly she started squirting from her 
pussy. I was blown away. This girl squirted a good foot 
or two it was shooting so hard! It was pouring out and 
splashing my face as I kept licking her and jamming two 
fingers in until she had one last major spasm and 
flopped onto the bed. She curled away from me to get me 
to stop and I moved up behind her and wrapped my arms 
around her.

"Wow," I said, "That was so incredibly sexy, I can't 
believe it." 

"God. I never came that hard before. I guess I needed 
this pretty badly too, huh?"

I was already hard again so started lightly biting her 
neck and shoulder, reaching my hand up to cup her 
breast. She kept grunting and shoving her hips back at 
me. I needed to fuck her so badly so I pushed her 
shoulders to the mattress and slid on top of her. My 
full weight pressed her down. I grabbed her wrists with 
one hand as if restraining her and used my knees to 
spread her soft thighs. With my other hand I pulled her 
hips up and positioned myself at her entrance. 

She was trembling and grunting, trying to get me to 
enter her. I teased her a little until she was frantic 
and tossing her head from side to side. Then I drove 
into her in one long push. She was so hot and wet and 
soft. Her ass cheeks gave an incredible pressure as I 
kept pulling out and then driving back into her. I let 
go of her wrists and grabbed her hips with both hands 
to pull her harder. 

"Oh... uh... God... please..." 

After about 10 minutes of this, she pulled away, rolled 
onto her back, and pulled me to her again.

"I want to see your face when you cum," she gasped out, 
grabbing my cock and putting it back where it belonged. 
I dove right back in and started pounding away. She 
grabbed my head and kissed me hard, driving her tongue 
into my mouth. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. 

"Yes! Cum with me! Cum! God! Oh!" she cried, and I felt 
her pussy spasm around my cock, the pulsing put me 
over. I cried out and she jammed her hips up at me 
trying to get me even deeper and shoving me up off the 
bed. We finally came down and curled up to recover.

After a moment, she got up to go to the bathroom. I 
watched her hips swaying and that beautiful ass 
cranking away. I was getting hard again and followed 
behind her. She had grabbed a cloth and turned on the 
sink to wash up. As she leaned forward, I pressed my 
cock up against her ass. 

"Damn you," she groaned and leaned forward further on 
her elbows, watching me in the mirror. I knelt down and 
started licking her ass. Our juices were pouring out, 
so I pressed two fingers deep inside, causing her to 
gasp and shift. I started rimming her asshole making 
her shift from side to side. Then I took my fingers 
from her wet pussy and slid one into her ass, making 
jumped again.

"God. No one's ever played with me there before."

"What a shame. You've got the most amazing ass I've 
ever seen," and I started biting my way up her ass and 
then up her back until I was crouching over her. She 
humped backwards at me, watching me in the mirror.

"Do you want me to fuck you there?" I loved watching 
her jump a little whenever I said, 'fuck.' "Would that 
be dirty? Fucking your virgin ass?"

She groaned and kept pushing back as one of my hands 
had grabbed her tit and another positioned my cock 
against her pussy. I wanted to get it wet before 
exploring further. 

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"Do it..."

"You need to beg me."

"Please fuck me. Please!"

"But I already fucked you. And I'll fuck you 
again...and again...Where do you want it?"

She pulled on my cock and positioned it against her ass 
and started rocking back on me. 

"Fuck my ass...please..."

The head popped past the sphincter and I had to stop to 
allow her time to adjust. I let her take it at her 
pace, pushing back at me as much as she got used to the 
feeling. She was panting. Her eyes were squeezed tight 
and was biting her lower lip as inch by inch slid in. 

Finally, she pushed one last shove and I bottomed out. 
I leaned forward putting my chin on her shoulder and 
grabbed her tits, using them to pull her tight against 
me -- sliding in and out slowly. But she wanted it 
hard. Harder and harder she slammed her hips back. Even 
though I'd just cum recently, I knew that I was going 
to cum pretty fast from this. There was a voyeuristic 
thrill to watch her face in the mirror as she squeezed 
her eyes shut and groaned. 

Her cries kept echoing in the bathroom, amplifying it. 
Her wide hips slammed against the countertop as she 
pulled off of me before slamming back and her tits 
swayed in my hands. Her face pulled around and she 
kissed me hard. When I felt her cumming, she started 
squirting my thighs again as she cried out. Her tunnel 
clamped down on me, making be come hard, although there 
wasn't much left in the way of cum.

"Wow," she chuckled and fell forward onto the counter, 
once we could breathe again, "You're going to be the 
death of me."

"But what a way to die," I winked.

We spent the rest of the afternoon there, sleeping, 
fucking and ordering room service until late. I knew 
right then that I had to have this woman and it was 
just the start of an amazing time.

END

Author's Note: Please email me with comments, 
constructive criticism, fantasies you want put into 
words, etc. justexplorinit@gmail.com if you want to 
correspond.

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