sandinextdoor
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The Ride Home
I stepped onto the subway train for the evening ride home after work. It was crowded as always and usually the only place left was in the aisle hanging onto the bar above my head. The ride usually took about 30 minutes in the crowded subway train and all I could think of was getting home after 8 hours of work. I worked at a downtown sports bar that was near the business district of the city. Most of the patrons were older men professionals between the ages of 40-55 years of age either out for lunch or having a few beers and a chance to gaze at the young pretty waitresses before going home to their wives. There was not a set uniform other than a white shirt and a black skirt. We were encouraged to wear low cut tops and tight skirts that was above the knee as it was good for business. The men would stay and drink longer if the scenery was nice to look at and the less you wore the bigger the tips. I stood nearly 5'10 and my long and toned legs coupled with my large pert breasts attracted plenty of looks and stares. I had long curly black hair which I kept up or pulled back in a pony tail. I wore low cut shirts which was unbuttoned several notches down which allowed for the men to see plenty of cleavage. I usually wore some of the shortest skirts in the place and my legs eased out from under my skirt and also attracted looks as they were the "wrap around" kind of legs. My skin was a deep dark tan that had an olive look to it as it was natural and not a product of the tanning bed. My boyfriend hated where I worked but was unable to argue with the money I brought home from tips.
This particular night was especially dark as the aisle lights on the floor were darker than normal and the overhead lights were off. Someone had said that they were broken and I knew that it would be weeks before the city took the time to reapir them or until someone got hurt. As we came to the next stop several people got on the train and the line in the aisleway moved back. I stepped back and could feel a man behind me. His chest was touching my back and I could feel him against my hips. This was awkward I thought as we stood there. I could smell his cologne and recognized it from one of the sports bars regular patrons. If it was the man I was thinking of he always sat in Dana's section thought I always caught him staring at me as her section was directly across from mine. Perhaps he liked looking at my ass while I bent over to take orders. The cologne did not smell like any of the popular brands that men were wearing and I thought that this odd smelling cologne had to mean it was the same man from the sports bar. He had been coming there almost evey evening for dinner for the past 3 months. As the train began moving once more I swayed with the rocking of the train and my hips caused friction on the man behind me. I suddenly felt something large and hard pushing against my hip and thought "Oh my god he has a hard on."
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Name-Sandy Greene, age 30, works as a waitress. I'm looking for a male player that will play a man in his 50's. He is a patron at the local sports bar where Sandi works and has been watching her for 3 months though he has never spoken to her nor does he even sit in her section. Finally, he follows here and gets on the dark train with Sandi. Please pm me before posting as I have something specific in mind for this thread.
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I stepped onto the subway train for the evening ride home after work. It was crowded as always and usually the only place left was in the aisle hanging onto the bar above my head. The ride usually took about 30 minutes in the crowded subway train and all I could think of was getting home after 8 hours of work. I worked at a downtown sports bar that was near the business district of the city. Most of the patrons were older men professionals between the ages of 40-55 years of age either out for lunch or having a few beers and a chance to gaze at the young pretty waitresses before going home to their wives. There was not a set uniform other than a white shirt and a black skirt. We were encouraged to wear low cut tops and tight skirts that was above the knee as it was good for business. The men would stay and drink longer if the scenery was nice to look at and the less you wore the bigger the tips. I stood nearly 5'10 and my long and toned legs coupled with my large pert breasts attracted plenty of looks and stares. I had long curly black hair which I kept up or pulled back in a pony tail. I wore low cut shirts which was unbuttoned several notches down which allowed for the men to see plenty of cleavage. I usually wore some of the shortest skirts in the place and my legs eased out from under my skirt and also attracted looks as they were the "wrap around" kind of legs. My skin was a deep dark tan that had an olive look to it as it was natural and not a product of the tanning bed. My boyfriend hated where I worked but was unable to argue with the money I brought home from tips.
This particular night was especially dark as the aisle lights on the floor were darker than normal and the overhead lights were off. Someone had said that they were broken and I knew that it would be weeks before the city took the time to reapir them or until someone got hurt. As we came to the next stop several people got on the train and the line in the aisleway moved back. I stepped back and could feel a man behind me. His chest was touching my back and I could feel him against my hips. This was awkward I thought as we stood there. I could smell his cologne and recognized it from one of the sports bars regular patrons. If it was the man I was thinking of he always sat in Dana's section thought I always caught him staring at me as her section was directly across from mine. Perhaps he liked looking at my ass while I bent over to take orders. The cologne did not smell like any of the popular brands that men were wearing and I thought that this odd smelling cologne had to mean it was the same man from the sports bar. He had been coming there almost evey evening for dinner for the past 3 months. As the train began moving once more I swayed with the rocking of the train and my hips caused friction on the man behind me. I suddenly felt something large and hard pushing against my hip and thought "Oh my god he has a hard on."
OOC
Name-Sandy Greene, age 30, works as a waitress. I'm looking for a male player that will play a man in his 50's. He is a patron at the local sports bar where Sandi works and has been watching her for 3 months though he has never spoken to her nor does he even sit in her section. Finally, he follows here and gets on the dark train with Sandi. Please pm me before posting as I have something specific in mind for this thread.
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