Beastor_2005
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- Dec 9, 2006
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I humbly request any comments you care to post.
I don't actually see myself as a writer. I am more just a guy that sequences a few words for the purpose of making a few of his female friends purr.
I have spent weeks reading on topics like "erotica vs porn" and "show vs tell".
I am way more confused now than i was a few short weeks ago.
So, Kindly post any comments ...
This has not been edited as, at this point, i am not sure if i am even worthy to burden any editor with my words.
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Metro
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She steps onto the subway, dressed in her version of hooker clothes. They are really hooker clothes. Just she is not actually a hooker. Her pleated skirt falls just below her bottom. The soft baby blue colour is also in her matching blouse. She has a small piece of belly exposed just like a teen. To correct for her post teen age, she has on her waist length black leather jacket. She has the almost hooker look only, the gems are as real as the two small cans of mace that are neatly hidden in her jacket pockets.
The subway seats are all taken by exhausted business people except for that one guy that looks strangely out of place sitting there in his jeans and a "t" shirt. He glances up at her. Ponders offering her the seat then, decides he would rather enjoy the view of her shapely form. He smiles to himself when she places herself almost on top of him. He is certain that she can feel his eyes enjoy her shape. As, the subway train starts to move, she turns to face the front of the car. He has the urge to smooth the pleats just to see her curves better. He can't see her smile but, he knows she did because they always seem to know what a guy is thinking.
The acceleration from the train causes her to lean back toward him just a bit. He savours the seconds. She is sure that she can feel his eyes roam her figure. She looks back to see. He shows no fear as, he looks into her eyes. They are the same colour as her clothes. The other passengers in the car all chose to ignore her for that moment as, he is the only one paying her any attention.
The train brakes hard for a bump or curve. She lurches forward. For amusement, he grabs her by the hips to keep her from sailing through the air. She tenses a bit then forces herself to relax. She knows, she has the mace.
Because, he can, he holds her a bit longer than is proper. The train accelerates. Hands still on her hips, he allows her to move towards him a bit. Then, as if on cue, the train brakes sharply as, it rolls into the next stop. He waits until it stops completely before her releases her. Again, because he can, he allows his hands to slide down her outer thighs to reveal more of her before they drop to his lap.
They move a bit to allow the passenger sitting on his right to vacate the seat and the train. Poof, their half of the car is empty. Only one man comes onto their car. He glances at them then decides to take a seat in the other direction facing away from them. Normally, he would savour her too but, it was a real tough day at the office. He glances at the reflections in the subway car windows. No peeking as, he can't see her reflection in the glass.
The train doors slam shut as, it departs for the next stop. The car only has three people in it but, she is still standing in the same position. They both allow the acceleration to move her back side in his direction again.
" I trust you brought some sort of protection device as, subways can be a bit scary" He whispers up at her.
"Yes, I have enough gizmos and training to make me feel secure," She replies.
He gently places his hands on her thighs above her knees, just below the bottom of her skirt. She inhales as, she tenses for just a second then, forces herself to relax. She is shocked for a second, then decides to enjoy his large hands on her. He slides his hands up a bit then, gently but firmly squeezes her legs. A warm chill walks slowly down her spine to moisten her crotch. Her pulse quickens to engorge hidden nipples as the thrill increases her longing.
She knows that if his hands lift her skirt more than a inch or so, that her cheeks will be exposed to anyone behind her including him. For a moment, she feels vulnerable without a thong on. Then, with another breath, she enjoys the damp, almost exposed sensation.
This time, as the train brakes hard, he pulls her back towards him. To her delight, she ends up standing between his knees with the back of her legs touching the front of his seat. His hands creep higher. She knows that he can see the very bottom of her cheeks. If he lifts higher, not only will he see that she has no thong on but, the front of her skirt will start to raise exposing her to the world. She parts her legs as far as she can between his knees. Her elation increases both in her head and, between her thighs.
The train accelerates again. She drifts back towards him slightly. He blows warm breath under her skirt. She clings to the hand rail above her head as, the thrill combined with the warm breath drifting between her thighs increases the tempo of the pleasure waves crashing in her head.
The train slides to a stop at the next station. The man from the front of the car smiles at her as, he leaves.
A few would be passengers, see her standing between his knees with her head facing away from them through the windows. They all elect to take a different car thus allowing this unknown woman her moment.
The subway train pulls out of the station again. Two women on the platform watch her go through the windows. One woman has a sour disgusted look on her face. The other woman grins in her direction as, she considers attempting to be that woman on the train.
" Only two stops left."
He observes as, he places his hands back under her skirt. This time, the front of the skirt lifts a bit as he slides his hands up to grip her bottom. With one hand on each cheek, he squeezes with his thumbs to spread them just a bit. Her breathing quickens as she feels her cheeks separate followed by a tidal wave of bliss as her already engorged lips part slightly. She inhales to suppress a moan as, she shutters from a rippling blood rush of sensations . Fireworks shoot off in her head as, he gently lowers her onto his lap. She is too intoxicated by the stimulation to feel his hard cock reaching for her through their clothes.
He slides her into the seat beside him as, the train pulls into the next station. Three people enter their car but all end up in the front half, facing away from them. The train is barely back in the tunnel en rout to the last stop, when they adjust her position. She ends up with 1 leg on the floor, the other on his lap with, her back against the window. She pulls her leg up giving him a good look. She is now completely exposed.
He turns to face her more as he slides his near hand down her raised inner thigh. She moans softly when, his fingers connect with her wetness. Her body gently spasms as his fingers massage her lips sending waves of ecstasy crashing in her head. Her eyes bulge a bit as, she inhales to suppress a scream when, his finger enters her just a bit to caress her clit. Her back arches from the window. She wets his fingers with a orgasm that almost blows her shoes off.
All is concealed and proper as, the train jumps into the light of the final stop at Union Station. They pause on the platform a moment then, not a soul notices their hasty exit to the darker street. Her on his right, his arm around her to help with the weak knees, her purse hung from her left arm to mostly conceal his raging condition. They pause in the dark by a building pillar to recover.
" The old post office for a beer ?"
" I would love a glass of wine. That beer they brew there is a bit too strong for me".
Moments later, they are seated at a booth in the old post office. It is now a combination micro brewery and bar, complete with the usual bar type food.
" More on the way back ?"
"No, I think we blew the socks i was not wearing off already". She replies after a sip of her wine.
"Well, remember, my dear wife, the rest of the night is still yours for anything you feel like doing".
I don't actually see myself as a writer. I am more just a guy that sequences a few words for the purpose of making a few of his female friends purr.
I have spent weeks reading on topics like "erotica vs porn" and "show vs tell".
I am way more confused now than i was a few short weeks ago.
So, Kindly post any comments ...
This has not been edited as, at this point, i am not sure if i am even worthy to burden any editor with my words.
-------------------------------
Metro
-------------------------------
She steps onto the subway, dressed in her version of hooker clothes. They are really hooker clothes. Just she is not actually a hooker. Her pleated skirt falls just below her bottom. The soft baby blue colour is also in her matching blouse. She has a small piece of belly exposed just like a teen. To correct for her post teen age, she has on her waist length black leather jacket. She has the almost hooker look only, the gems are as real as the two small cans of mace that are neatly hidden in her jacket pockets.
The subway seats are all taken by exhausted business people except for that one guy that looks strangely out of place sitting there in his jeans and a "t" shirt. He glances up at her. Ponders offering her the seat then, decides he would rather enjoy the view of her shapely form. He smiles to himself when she places herself almost on top of him. He is certain that she can feel his eyes enjoy her shape. As, the subway train starts to move, she turns to face the front of the car. He has the urge to smooth the pleats just to see her curves better. He can't see her smile but, he knows she did because they always seem to know what a guy is thinking.
The acceleration from the train causes her to lean back toward him just a bit. He savours the seconds. She is sure that she can feel his eyes roam her figure. She looks back to see. He shows no fear as, he looks into her eyes. They are the same colour as her clothes. The other passengers in the car all chose to ignore her for that moment as, he is the only one paying her any attention.
The train brakes hard for a bump or curve. She lurches forward. For amusement, he grabs her by the hips to keep her from sailing through the air. She tenses a bit then forces herself to relax. She knows, she has the mace.
Because, he can, he holds her a bit longer than is proper. The train accelerates. Hands still on her hips, he allows her to move towards him a bit. Then, as if on cue, the train brakes sharply as, it rolls into the next stop. He waits until it stops completely before her releases her. Again, because he can, he allows his hands to slide down her outer thighs to reveal more of her before they drop to his lap.
They move a bit to allow the passenger sitting on his right to vacate the seat and the train. Poof, their half of the car is empty. Only one man comes onto their car. He glances at them then decides to take a seat in the other direction facing away from them. Normally, he would savour her too but, it was a real tough day at the office. He glances at the reflections in the subway car windows. No peeking as, he can't see her reflection in the glass.
The train doors slam shut as, it departs for the next stop. The car only has three people in it but, she is still standing in the same position. They both allow the acceleration to move her back side in his direction again.
" I trust you brought some sort of protection device as, subways can be a bit scary" He whispers up at her.
"Yes, I have enough gizmos and training to make me feel secure," She replies.
He gently places his hands on her thighs above her knees, just below the bottom of her skirt. She inhales as, she tenses for just a second then, forces herself to relax. She is shocked for a second, then decides to enjoy his large hands on her. He slides his hands up a bit then, gently but firmly squeezes her legs. A warm chill walks slowly down her spine to moisten her crotch. Her pulse quickens to engorge hidden nipples as the thrill increases her longing.
She knows that if his hands lift her skirt more than a inch or so, that her cheeks will be exposed to anyone behind her including him. For a moment, she feels vulnerable without a thong on. Then, with another breath, she enjoys the damp, almost exposed sensation.
This time, as the train brakes hard, he pulls her back towards him. To her delight, she ends up standing between his knees with the back of her legs touching the front of his seat. His hands creep higher. She knows that he can see the very bottom of her cheeks. If he lifts higher, not only will he see that she has no thong on but, the front of her skirt will start to raise exposing her to the world. She parts her legs as far as she can between his knees. Her elation increases both in her head and, between her thighs.
The train accelerates again. She drifts back towards him slightly. He blows warm breath under her skirt. She clings to the hand rail above her head as, the thrill combined with the warm breath drifting between her thighs increases the tempo of the pleasure waves crashing in her head.
The train slides to a stop at the next station. The man from the front of the car smiles at her as, he leaves.
A few would be passengers, see her standing between his knees with her head facing away from them through the windows. They all elect to take a different car thus allowing this unknown woman her moment.
The subway train pulls out of the station again. Two women on the platform watch her go through the windows. One woman has a sour disgusted look on her face. The other woman grins in her direction as, she considers attempting to be that woman on the train.
" Only two stops left."
He observes as, he places his hands back under her skirt. This time, the front of the skirt lifts a bit as he slides his hands up to grip her bottom. With one hand on each cheek, he squeezes with his thumbs to spread them just a bit. Her breathing quickens as she feels her cheeks separate followed by a tidal wave of bliss as her already engorged lips part slightly. She inhales to suppress a moan as, she shutters from a rippling blood rush of sensations . Fireworks shoot off in her head as, he gently lowers her onto his lap. She is too intoxicated by the stimulation to feel his hard cock reaching for her through their clothes.
He slides her into the seat beside him as, the train pulls into the next station. Three people enter their car but all end up in the front half, facing away from them. The train is barely back in the tunnel en rout to the last stop, when they adjust her position. She ends up with 1 leg on the floor, the other on his lap with, her back against the window. She pulls her leg up giving him a good look. She is now completely exposed.
He turns to face her more as he slides his near hand down her raised inner thigh. She moans softly when, his fingers connect with her wetness. Her body gently spasms as his fingers massage her lips sending waves of ecstasy crashing in her head. Her eyes bulge a bit as, she inhales to suppress a scream when, his finger enters her just a bit to caress her clit. Her back arches from the window. She wets his fingers with a orgasm that almost blows her shoes off.
All is concealed and proper as, the train jumps into the light of the final stop at Union Station. They pause on the platform a moment then, not a soul notices their hasty exit to the darker street. Her on his right, his arm around her to help with the weak knees, her purse hung from her left arm to mostly conceal his raging condition. They pause in the dark by a building pillar to recover.
" The old post office for a beer ?"
" I would love a glass of wine. That beer they brew there is a bit too strong for me".
Moments later, they are seated at a booth in the old post office. It is now a combination micro brewery and bar, complete with the usual bar type food.
" More on the way back ?"
"No, I think we blew the socks i was not wearing off already". She replies after a sip of her wine.
"Well, remember, my dear wife, the rest of the night is still yours for anything you feel like doing".
