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Mass Transit
by Brother Cadfael (brother_cadfael@earthcorp.com

***

During her morning mass-transit commute, a young girl 
shares an intimate and arousing moment with a stranger. 
(MF, flirting, public)

***

I cursed mass transit. More than a half million people 
in this city and they all insist on driving to work, it 
seemed. So I, in deference to my civic duty, took to 
traveling on the bus and light-rail system. Not only did 
I save money, I had more time to read and listen to 
music during the trips.

Mass-transit; Tri-Met as known in the Portland area, is 
very popular. Too popular, I say. I pay a full fare, and 
here I stand in the aisle of the train, while men and 
fat women take up seats.

Assholes! Haven't you men ever learned of manners? You 
sit there like fat, roasting pigs staring mundanely and 
absently out the fogged windows as if I am not standing 
inches from you! I'd like to say that out loud, of 
course.

I have moved my way toward the front of the train, 
knowing I would need to be near an exit so that I would 
de-board the train easily when we arrived downtown, at 
my stop. I wrap my hand around a plastic, yellow pole to 
steady myself and keep from falling. Tri-met drivers 
have an affinity for the brakes-- sending wary 
passengers lurching into one another.

We came to another station and passengers boarded. I saw 
more than a dozen get on before the rest gave up, 
remaining on the platform in disgust when they saw that 
the train was filled to capacity. I felt a gentleman 
push against my side and turned toward him, hoping to 
gain some more space in the process. It was a futile 
attempt.

I caught a long look at the man next to me, as people 
pushed about and we found ourselves touching. He was not 
extremely tall, but he stood above me and had broad 
shoulders. His eyes were gentle and promised of hands 
capable of kindness, too. His skin was light brown. He 
seemed of European descent, if I recall. He smelled 
lightly of after-shave.

He looked down at me and smiled. As I was wearing my 
'gothic chick' garb, my breasts were pressed into my 
body in a voluptuous, if not illusionary grandeur by a 
revealing black corset. I felt his warm breath on my 
cleavage as he looked down. I'm sure he did not know 
that I caught him staring. But it pleased me rather than 
irritated.

The brakes jerked into action again as we allowed for 
traffic at an intersection. The lot of us flailed to the 
front, over one another-- muttering apologies and 
occasional 'this driver's an asshole's. I fell forward, 
luckily, against the beautiful stranger.

My hands caught his hips, but as he reached to help me 
up, I brushed my gloved hand against his bulge. He might 
have noticed. Honestly, I don't care if he did. He 
smiled after I had righted myself and I returned the 
expression. 

We were pushed by the crowd, closer together and our 
bodies came touching again. His crotch rubbed against 
mine. The train's rhythmic motions moved us slightly 
against each other. I closed my eyes and tried to 
control my breath. I was starting to feel wet and quite 
warm between my thighs. I could smell my sex as his body 
excited me.

I feared the other's might sense that musky smell of 
willing flesh on me. The air from his lungs pelted my 
breasts again and I shivered. I began to regret not 
having a man at home anymore. I would have given my soul 
to fuck soon.

The train jerked again and I dropped my purse. The 
gentleman moved to retrieve if for me. Sweet, really. 
But I stopped him and moved for it myself, kneeling to 
one knee in the process. Before coming back up, I placed 
my free hand around his calf and bit gently with my 
teeth into his Levi's. 

I could smell his cock as it reacted to my unexpected 
action. He looked down at me and I smiled. His mouth 
fell open. Thankfully for us, everyone else's eyes were 
directed either at papers or outside the windows.

Too soon, I came to my stop. I smiled again at the 
stranger, happily noticing that I had left a wet ring 
from my lips around his zipper. I squeezed between 
passengers toward the door. As I slipped out of the 
train, I felt him touch me once more, trailing a finger 
longingly about the small of my back.

What I would not have given to have a man waiting for me 
at home. I'd have called in sick from a payphone and 
returned to my apartment. 

My vibrator sat in the bottom drawer of the desk in my 
office.

I was in need and aching for release. That plastic 
soldier was going to crack a smile on it's shafted 
little body if I had to run through two sets of 
batteries...

-fin-

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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