The Girl on the Train (closed)

[StylusMaximus]

Jack leaned against a giant marble column in Central Station, the grand old main train station in Central City. It was an amazing building but he couldn't remember the last time he'd been inside. After all, he hadn't had the occasion to pick up someone at the train station since... well, ever.

I mean, who the fuck takes the train these days, anyway? he thought.

The answer to that question, as it turned out, was a 18-year-old girl he had never met named Becca. He and Becca were related somehow, but he couldn't figure it out exactly. She was the daughter of one of his distant cousins, fourth or fifth cousin? Fuck, he couldn't remember.

He had only met Becca's dad, Jimmy, once before, at a funeral for some great-uncle a couple of years earlier. They had gotten to talking at the reception and Jimmy had been very interested, and more than a little impressed, that Jack lived in Central City and owned his own building right in midtown. Jack lived in a loft apartment on the second floor and had his photography studio on the ground, and Jimmy thought that was just about the coolest thing ever. He seemed to think Jack was a real "man of the world," and though Jack thought that was pushing it a bit, he was proud of the success he had made for himself while still in his thirties.

But then, out of the blue, Jimmy had called him up and said he was sending his daughter to Central City. She was 18, he said, but she had never been more than 50 miles from the family farm in bumfuck Kentucky or Kansas or somewhere. Jimmy wanted her to see the city and learn about the real world, and who better to teach her than Jack himself? Jimmy said he didn't want to impose, but he wondered if Jack could meet Becca at Central Station and maybe let her stay in one of his lofts until she found a job and a place to rent?

Jack thought it sounded like a giant pain in the ass, but for some reason, he heard himself say, "Sure, Jimmy! Send her on out here. I'll show her the bright lights and the big city." Maybe he liked the way Jimmy looked up to him. So now here he was, standing in the middle of Central Station like an asshole, waiting for Becca. Old seventh-cousin-six-times-removed-or-some-shit Becca, who probably wore overalls and had three or four teeth and looked like the ass end of a horse, or some other expression they said down on the farm.

He looked at his watch, and then he looked at the giant clock in the middle of the main concourse. Great, now her fucking train is late. But just then, he heard over the PA, "Now arriving on track 8, train 143 from Greenfield..." He walked over to track 8 and waited. In a moment, the train glided to a stop and passengers began streaming onto the platform. Jack looked, even though he didn't really know who he was looking for. And then...

Holy shit.

A petite little brunette in a plain navy blue sundress stepped down off the train and stood on the platform, looking around nervously. She was carrying a beat-up old brown suitcase in one hand and what looked like a gift-wrapped package in the other. Jack also couldn't help but notice that she was hot as fuck and had what looked like a seriously tight little body under that sundress.

Jack felt a tingle in his balls. Yeah, I'm definitely going to show her some things in the city, he thought. Like my dick.

He walked over to her slowly, smiling a little. She noticed his approach and looked at up at him, eyes wide. She looked scared to death.

He said, as gently as he could, "Hi, I'm Jack. Are you Becca?"

 

[FireButterfly]

Becca spent the entire train ride squirming nervously in her seat. She was about to start new in a city, completely alone. Well, almost.

She had heard her dad boast several times about their big shot cousin(or something), who had Central City in the palm of his hand. She played with her hair, twirling it between her fingers. Her dad couldn't wait to force her out of the house and into someone else's hands.

Jack was probably a 'player', with a buttoned up shirt he never took the effort to button up, slacks, and sandals. She shuddered disapprovingly, and she would be staying with him.

Still, she thought, there had to be more to offer in the city than in her small rural town. She just hoped that she wouldnt corrupt her soul, she knew the city could be tempting. Booze, drugs... and sex.

Becca blushed at just thinking the word. She was pure, innocent, and she needed to stay that way. She knew only of what she saw in porn, and even that was damning her. The guilt she felt for being curious enough to look haunted her every day, thank goodness she had repented.

She felt herself jolt forward as the train came to a stop at the station, the brakes squeaking loudly. She quickly stood, adjusting her dress and her hair, and picking up her father's old suitcase. Following the other passengers out, she stepped onto the platform, shuffling her feet, and looking for her mental image of her city slick cousin.

She felt like she was going to be sick, she even thought about turning around and boarding the train again. Then she saw him, slowly approaching her like he was trying not to scare his prey. She bit her lip so she wouldn't whimper out loud. He was a Greek God to her. Tall, brown eyes, charming half-smile, dirty blonde hair that needed a trim, body like... well she didn't know.

But they didn't make them like that where she was from. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks and she hoped it wasn't obvious. She scolded herself, she shouldn't be thinking such thoughts, especially about someone she was related to.

She let out the breath she had been holding in when he introduced himself, "H-hi," she stuttered with a cute thick southern drawl, "Yes sir, that's me."

 

[StylusMaximus]

Jack gave Becca his brightest smile. "Well, welcome to Central City, Becca!" he said, reaching out his hand. "Here, let me carry your suitcase for you. My car is right outside, this way."

He led the way and she followed, looking all around the giant concourse of Central Station. As they stepped outside, he had to grin when he saw her mouth drop open at the sight of Central City's towering skyscrapers as far as the eye could see. She didn't say anything, just stared at the city as they walked to his car. He put her suitcase in the trunk and opened the passenger side door to let her in, then walked around to the driver's side. It was only about 15 blocks back to his loft but he had decided to bring his car rather than ask Miss Hayseed to ride on the subway her first day in Central City.

As they headed uptown toward his building, he noticed that Becca was still staring up at the tall buildings lining the streets.

"It's a big place, but you get used to it," he said cheerfully. "You get to know the people in your neighborhood and it becomes like its own little city. You wouldn't believe the people who come through my studio every week."

He looked over at her looking out the window.

"I know you've had a long ride, are you hungry?" he said. "There's a great pizza place right on the corner by my studio, or if you want Chinese, we could order some... or maybe you'd just like to go relax, maybe take a nap before you start life in the big city?"

 

[FireButterfly]

She almost squeaked at his cheery demeanor, a little taken back. He took her suitcase and she smiled a little, at least he was a gentleman of sorts. She felt bad about judging him before she even knew him.

She followed him out taking in the beautiful structure, and the tall ceilings that made her feel even smaller than she was. When they stepped out into the city Becca was immediately shocked and enamored. The buildings were huge, taller than any tree or building she's ever seen. Now, she really felt small.

As she rode with Jack, her mind was spinning. Everything was so big, so loud, so different. She stared at the buildings, thinking about all the things she would miss from home.

She tried to let Jack's reassurance ease her home-sickness and her nervousness, but she was overwhelmed. She wasn't hungry, and she wasn't tired.

Becca looked over at him and attempted a smile, but the tears in her eyes gave her away. "I-I would like to just unpack," she said, looking back down at her dress, playing with the hem, focusing as hard as she could on not crying.

 

[StylusMaximus]

Jack glanced over at Becca.

Is she fucking crying? he thought to himself. This might be a waste of time, no matter how hot she is.

He smiled over at her. "Okay, here we are," he said, turning his car into his driveway and then down into the parking garage in his building. He guided his car into his parking space right by the elevator, cut the engine and jumped out, circling around to the trunk to get Becca's suitcase. She stepped out of the car and closed the door, looking at him hesitantly.

"Come on, let's go," he said, pressing the 'up' button on the elevator. In a moment, the doors opened and they stepped inside. The elevator panel had buttons next to "P," "1," and "2A," and a keyhole next to "2B."

Jack set down Becca's suitcase and fished into his pocket for his keys. For a second, he wondered if Becca had ever been on an elevator before. Has she just been in the sticks her entire life?

"We're on the parking level right now," he said, putting a short little key in the 2B keyhole and turning it to the right. The elevator began to hum and move upwards. "The first floor is my art and photography studio, gallery, whatever, and we're on the second floor."

He pointed at the elevator doors in front of them. "2A takes you to the four smaller lofts through here," he said. "I was going to let you stay in one of those when you got here, but unfortunately, a guy rented the last empty one last week."

The elevator stopped and the doors behind them opened slowly.

"So you'll have to stay with me in 2B," he said, motioning for her to walk into his loft. "I hope that's okay... we've got the whole rest of the floor to ourselves."

Jack picked up Becca's suitcase and followed her into his apartment. It was a big, spacious loft, but it really was just one big room, which technically made it a studio apartment. To their right was a nice little kitchen and breakfast area. To their left was a living area with couches, chairs, and a giant flatscreen TV on the wall. Opposite the TV screen and facing the windows -- which admittedly didn't have much of a view -- was a desk with a laptop computer open on top of it, bookended by two large armoires.

Further to their left, at the far end of the loft, was a king size bed in the near corner and a large bathroom, with both a shower and a clawfoot tub, in the far corner. The bathroom was enclosed in glass, or perhaps plexiglas, and they could see every fixture in the bathroom from where they stood.

Jack smiled at Becca. "So, what do you think?" he said/

 

[FireButterfly]

Becca pulled herself together, mentally scolding herself for being such a baby. This was her life now, and she needed to get used to it.

She got out of the car daintily, closing the door behind her, biting her lip. We're all buildings here so huge?

She followed him, secretly excited about the elevator. She knew what one was, she'd seen then in movies, but her town didnt have any buildings big enough to require them.

As the elevator began to move she quickly braced herself against the wall, just a little scared for a moment. She concentrated on listening to Jack talk about the building. He really was very nice, nothing like she expected. She gave him a small smile, nodding so he knew she was listening.

"Of course! Thank you for letting me stay with you." She gushed her appreciation out, looking around at the loft. Her mouth dropped open slightly.

It was basically like a one room house, Becca had never seen anything like it. She could see everything from where she was standing. The bed, the living room, kitchen. She shuddered... the bathroom. It was completely see through.

No matter where he was, he would be able to see her. How would she get dressed, or take a shower, without him seeing her body? She bit her lip again, deciding she wasn't going to say anything. This wasn't her loft, and she didn't want to sound like she didn't appreciate him taking her in.

She looked up at Mark and smiled, "It's beautiful, I've never seen anything like it!" She admitted softly, nervous standing there like if she breathed too hard, she would break something.

Then it dawned on her, "Where will I sleep?" She looked over at the couches, she didn't mind at all.

 

[StylusMaximus]

Jack carried Becca's suitcase over to the armoire on the left and set it down.

"This one is all yours," he said, opening it up to show her the cabinets and drawers. "There are a couple of washcloths and towels in there, and a couple of toiletries... but I wasn't sure what you would need, so we can run out to the drugstore and get whatever you need."

He gestured to the couches. "I'm sorry I don't have a guest bed, but you can sleep on any of these couches," he said. "They're actually very comfortable. In fact, this one" -- he pointed to a smaller loveseat -- "folds out into a bed, if you'd like. Whatever you need--blankets, pillows, whatever... just let me know."

Jack smiled and clapped his hands together. "So make yourself at home..." he said, looking around. "Oh! I almost forgot. You were probably wondering about me, having a see-through bathroom, huh? Here, let me show you..."

He walked over to the bathroom door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him and then pressing a button by the light switch. As Becca watched, the clear walls of the bathroom slowly frosted over, so that about 10 seconds later, she could no longer see Jack or any other part of the bathroom.

"Pretty cool, huh?" came his voice through the now opaque bathroom wall. "I renovated the bathroom a couple of years ago and the guy told me about this new technology for the walls. No idea how it works but I really like it."

He pressed the button again and the frosted walls slowly resolved back to clear again. He was grinning as he stepped out of the bathroom. "So, this way you can preserve your modesty," he said, "or, you know, not, if you're feeling like showing off..."

He saw the horrified look on her face and stopped. Too soon for the naked jokes, Jack, you idiot.

He cleared his throat. "Okay, Becca, I've got to go down to the studio for a little bit, and then I'd like to take you to dinner," he said. "You can relax, take a shower if you want, watch TV, whatever... I'll be back in about an hour. Sound good?"

He walked over to her and gently squeezed her shoulder as he walked past. "Good deal," he said. "I'm glad you're here."

He crossed to the exit, pressed the button, stepped into the elevator and waved back at Becca as the doors closed.

 

[FireButterfly]

Becca watched him move about the room, showing her where to put her things. Letting her know that he would help her get the things she needed. "I have a few things I need to get," she admitted, "Thank you."

She blushed as he explained the sleeping situation, she had never slept in the room with another man. That was going to be different, but she put her mind at ease.

When Jack brought up the bathroom, he listened intensely, watching him with wonder as he suddenly make the clear walls foggy, so she could only see a shadow. She was completely bewildered, and a smile came to her face.

Then, he made a slick comment about her showing off her body, her eyes widened and her body flushed red. She felt excited, and then ashamed for feeling that way. She shamed her body for reacting this way to him, and his tempting words.

Becca noticed he looked embarrassed for his comment and let some of the guilt melt off her shoulders. She frowned lightly when he said he was leaving so soon. However, it would be nice to be alone for a while.

She still smelled like home, and it was making her sad, it would be nice to take a hot shower and relax.

"Yes, of course!" Becca agreed running a nervous hand through her hair. As he walked past he squeezed her shoulder, and she fought to shudder, and smiled at his comment, "me too, Jack." She waved him off with a shy smile, letting out a breathe she didn't know she had been holding when he had gone.

She took another look around, landing on the armoire. She took her time unpacking her things, making sure everything was neat and organized. She left her suitcase beside it went to the couch to sit down and relax. She was a ball of nervous energy, that didn't last more than five minutes before she was back up.

She looked down at her dress and sighed, she might has well shower and change if they were going to go out and get food. She picked out a change of panties, a nice lace bra, and little black dress she loved to wear. It made her feel sexy. She blushed at herself again.

Becca went into the bathroom, setting her things on the counter, slowly getting undressed. She watched herself in the mirror, showig first her naked thighs and stomach, a peek of her panties as she pulled her dress over her head. She unclipped her bra, letting her full breasts free her nipples hard. She slid her panties down her legs, revealing her nice firm ass, and her shaved pussy.

Once naked she fogged the glass, giggling at herself as she did so and she jumped in the shower, letting the water get hot. she relaxed, letting her body soak under the water, her tense muscles loosening. She groaned from the feel of it. She grabbed some soap and started lathering herself from head to toe, her mind elsewhere as she worked.

 

[StylusMaximus]

Jack smiled as the elevator reached the ground floor and the doors opened to his studio. He had always had a knack for photography and now he had sold his photos all over the country -- all over the world, truth be told.

He had started out just taking pictures he found interesting -- little frames of iconography from the city or the country. But then one day he was down at the beach taking pictures, and there happened to be a beautiful blonde teenage girl in a bikini trying to learn to surf.

As Jack was taking pictures of her trying to stand up on her board, she tumbled over backwards into the water. The waves crashed over her and pushed her up on the beach close to where Jack was standing. When she stood up, she realized that her bikini top had come off, and she folded her arms over her breasts as she looked over at Jack, giggling.

The picture he took at that moment turned out to be the most perfect shot he had ever captured - beautiful, silly, embarrassed, girlish, grown-up, and erotic all at once -- and when the girl gave Jack permission to print it and sell it, it became a phenomenon. The Oops Girl -- that's what the internet called her -- started showing up everywhere, from college dorm rooms to fine art galleries. Other artists recreated the photo in pen and ink, watercolor, charcoal, you name it. Oops Girl was everywhere, and while it didn't make Jack rich and famous, it made him a lot of money and a lot of people knew who he was.

Jack stepped off the elevator and walked over to the welcome desk, where his assistant, Danielle, was playing some game on her phone that had something to do with diamonds or jewels. She saw him approaching and smiled.

"Kinda slow today, Jack," she said. "Ellen Gold is in the back."

Jack nodded and headed that way.

Oops Girl had attracted a lot of other customers. Some of them just wanted to see what other photographs Jack had taken, but some of them came to Jack's studio with a commission. He generally turned down requests to photograph weddings or little kids, but sometimes he accepted them if they were interesting. And Ellen Gold's commissions had always been interesting.

He found her where he expected to find her, standing in front of the most provocative photograph in his studio. It depicted a very large, very fit, very naked, very dark black man standing and facing away from the camera. Kneeling in front of him, but mostly obscured by him, was a very petite, very white white woman. Just about all you could see of her were her soft white hands gripping the man's buttocks. It left a lot to the imagination, but not really.

Jack walked up next to her. "Ellen, it's great to see you again," he said.

"Jackie!" she cried, and threw her arms around him. "I was hoping I would get to see you today!"

As she hugged him, she slid one of her hands around to the front of his pants and squeezed his cock through the fabric. "And how's my favorite toy these days?" she whispered in his ear, cupping his balls through his pants. "I haven't been able to play with it in so long."

He grinned and pushed her hand away. "You really have no shame, Ellen," he said softly. "How is it that you have never gotten caught?"

Ellen Gold was an insanely rich and insanely horny woman in her mid-30s who had come to find Jack after seeing Oops Girl somewhere. She thought the picture was so sexy and she wanted him to take sexy pictures of her. The only problem was, she didn't want her insanely rich husband to find out about these sexy pictures, because if he found out about the pictures, he might start asking questions and find out that his wife never met a penis she didn't like. And Ellen wanted to keep playing with new and exciting penises without being broke, so she kept her husband in the dark.

Jack had taken lots of pictures of her doing all sorts of things, but he only sold the tasteful ones that did not show her face.

"I don't get caught because I'm not stupid," Ellen said with a smile. "If I want the pool boy to fuck me, I don't have him fuck me at the house. I tell him where to meet me and fuck me. That's why I only suck your cock here at the studio, Jackie."

"I'm certainly not complaining, El," he said. He looked up at the picture on the wall. "I see you're looking at your favorite picture again."

"It is my favorite," she sighed. "My hands just look so good on Roberto's ass. Hey, that reminds me, what do you think about this? A closeup of my hand on Roberto's dick, jerking him off. Isn't that hot? You could shoot it."

Jackie laughed and shook his head. "Ellen, that would be straight porn!" he said. "Nothing against it, but I can't put something like that out there. It would be too much for a lot of people."

Ellen frowned. "It wouldn't be porn, Jackie, it would be artistic," she said. "I mean, look at that contrast. Think about my little white hand on his big black dick, his white cum on his black stomach..."

"All right, that's enough, I'm not doing it," Jack said, still laughing. "Just use your phone and take pictures of yourself jacking off Roberto."

"Oh, he's such a prude," she said. "He won't do it unless it's 'professional photography.' Can you imagine someone turning down one of my handjobs? I told him he must be gay."

Jack laughed even harder. "Well, that just makes it more of a challenge, now, doesn't it?" he said. "Listen, I've got a guest in from out of town, so I might be a little busy the next few days..."

Ellen interrupted him. "No good, Jack, I came all the way down here to have to lick my pussy," she said. "I like the way you eat pussy and I can't wait a few days while you're buddy's in town."

Jack paused. "Ellen, you've just given me a fantastic idea," he said. "Can you meet me tomorrow morning at 10? I need your help with something."

Ellen looked at him critically. "What about my pussy, Jack?"

"Ellen, if you help me with this, I'll make you cum so hard you'll convert to Christianity."

Ellen laughed. "Not likely, Jack, but you're on."

"Good. I'll email you the details later tonight."

He walked back to the front of the store, said good night to Danielle, and headed back up to the loft. When he got there, the bathroom walls were frosted over and he could hear the shower running. After Ellen's dirty talk, the thought of Becca soaping herself up in the shower made his cock throb in his pants a little bit.

He walked over to the wardrobe by his bed and called out, "Hey, Becca, I'm back! Just going to get changed for dinner!" He didn't hear a response, but she wasn't a big talker. Shrugging, he began to get undressed to change into his dinner clothes.

 

[FireButterfly]

Becca rinsed herself off, enjoying the way water pounded her skin. She wasn't used to this kind of water pressure in her house, it felt wonderful.

She stood directly under the water letting it message her scalp. Her hands were roaming her body unconsciously, running over her tummy, and up to cup her excited breast. She let out a sigh, biting her lip as she felt a jolt of pleasure between her legs. She knew touching herself like this was wrong, but it felt so good.

Then the image of Jack popped in her head making her twitch with excitement. "Oh," she whimpered, her mind imagining his hands on her wet hard nipples teasing them as she saw in the porn.

"No!" She said out loud to herself, physically shaking her head to force the image out. This is not right, she told herself, stop giving into temptation. Especially in Jack's own house, she was so ashamed.

She groaned and unwillingly lowered hand, reaching for the shampoo to lather her long brown hair. She was taking her time, wrapped in warm water with the sweet smell of shampoo on the air. She could get used to this, if she could just keep her desires in check.

She rinsed out her hair only hearing the rushing water by her ears, and she turned off the water. She peaked outside the curtain noticing she forgot her towel and whined.

She stepped out into the cool air, her nipples now hard as a rock, and aching. She looked around the bathroom but there were no towels or a robe to cover up with. Becca hadn't heard Jack return yet so she should be safe.

Thinking she was alone she quickly tip-toed out of the bathroom, her gaze focused on the armoire holding the towels. She didnt notice Jack changing his clothes as she got a towel and started drying off her hair, completely exposed.

 

[StylusMaximus]

Jack had stripped off his shirt and pants and was looking through his drawers for a dress shirt and slacks, and didn't see or hear Becca come out of the shower. He turned around and froze. There she was, stark naked in front of him, drying off her hair. He watched her perky little tits bounce up and down as she rubbed the towel over her head, saw just the hint of pink pussy lips between her legs -- is she shaved? -- and then she turned her back to him.

Jack's cock positively twitched in his boxers when he saw Becca's perfect little ass, naked and still wet from the shower. For a split second, he imagined grabbing her and bending her over the back of the couch, and just thrusting his dick into her wet little pussy. His cock throbbed again.

He didn't know what to do. She obviously didn't know he was there, but how could he tell her without completely freaking her out? He decided he should pretend to be surprised himself. After all, he was practically naked too. His cock bulged quite clearly against his boxer briefs at the moment.

So he turned his back to Becca, took a deep breath, then turned around again and yelled, "Oh my God, Becca!" He clapped his hands over his eyes, waited a second or two, and then quickly turned away from her. "I'm so sorry - I didn't see you there! I didn't hear you get out of the shower! Oh man! Didn't you hear me call out when I came in? I am so embarrassed!"

 

[FireButterfly]

Becca screamed, jumping when she heard Jack's voice behind her. She scrambled to cover up with her now wet towel, her entire body bright red.

"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!" She gasped her breathing heavy and fast. He saw her naked, he had seen... she shuddered at the thought, he had seen everything. She turned to face him to find him looking away, covering his face in shock.

"I-I am so sorry!" Her voice was a higher pitch as she apologized profusely, "I didnt hear you! I thought I was alone."

She groaned with embarrassment, covering her face with her hands as well, muffling her words, "I forgot a towel, a-and i need to dry off."

She all but ran to get back into the bathroom, where she could freak out alone. Once back inside she called out again, "I am SO sorry you had to see that, Jack!"

Not only was she tempting herself, now she was corrupting jack as well. Maybe coming to the city wasn't the best idea.

 

[StylusMaximus]

Jack smiled just a little. Sure, she was freaked out, but it could have been much worse. At least she didn't catch him staring at her ass with his hardon straining against his shorts.

He waited a moment, then called out to her. "Hey, Becca, don't worry about it!" he said in his friendliest possible voice. "I've seen you, you've seen me, it was bound to happen with us sharing the loft. I just didn't expect it to happen today... and you know, we're both grown-ups, so we can handle it, right?"

"Anyway, I'll be dressed in just a couple of minutes and then I'll keep my back turned while you get your clothes on. And then we'll go have a nice dinner and forget all about it. Sound good?"

No way I'll forget that sweet ass any time soon, he thought.