the train to work (closed for bentley and shadow only)

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

OOC:
Anna
age: 20
ht: 5'4"
wt: 120 lb
hair: shoulder length brunette
eyes: hazel
36C

IC:
I blink at the clock-radio. Punching at the off button, I sit up.

"Damn." Five am comes too early in the morning.

Sleepy, I get up and shower, fix my hair and makeup, get dressed, and eat a breakfast bar.

Rushing out the door, I just barely make the bus. Ho hum ... dull, and too short to nap.

7:35, and the train arrives on time. Amazing. Usually it's a few minutes late. Oh well.

I slip aboard the train, and see it is starting to fill up already. Only one seat is available, next to a man something like 5 years older. Never seen him before, but with the crowds on the train, that is no surprise. I sit down, cross my legs, and smile thinly at him.

I am in a knee-length skirt, a white blouse, and half inch heeled shoes.

 

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

The young man is cute. But obviously shy. He gives me a quick smile, and then looks down at his feet. No, he's looking at my legs. I try to hide a big grin.

"Anna. My name's Anna."

I smile widely, watching every move, every reaction, from this guy.

 

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

"Yeah," I sigh. "I'm a drone. Just on the job a week, and already I feel like I've been doing this for, like, ever. Typing. Blech! So how about you? What do you do?"

I edge a little closer to him in the seat. This is the closest thing to human contact I've had in a week's worth of train rides, and the office is filled with nothing but stuckups and biddies.

Today was starting to get interesting.

 

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

I grin, as I see my new friend has started to become ... interested. I can see the stirring in his pants, it's difficult not to notice the way he's sitting.

He brushes my arm, and I feel a slight tingle where his fingers touched my bare flesh. It's actually kinda cute, and I start wishing we were somewhere other than a train. Well, no one really seems to notice anything. The crowd has gotten larger in several more stops.

Nah, get a grip! That's silliness creeping in. Or, hornyness. It's been several months since I broke up with the last loser to slip into my sheets. I don't really know why I do that to myself. Yes, actually I do. I grin again, and wonder what Ian's thinking right now.

 

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

I gasp softly in surprise. A far more direct response than I was expecting. I smile softly, and shift my hand. For a moment, maybe he thinks I am trying to pull it away. Before he can retreat, I have grasped his hand, softly.

I really don't know why I'm doing this, because it is so sudden. Not sure if it's something about the sunlight, just starting to shine into the train, or if it is lonliness, suddenly broken in such a surprising way ... but this feels right, and what is there to loose?

 

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

I gasp sharply, shivering as I feel your tongue graze my earlobe.

I nod my head, smiling, and lean in close to you.

"I want you, too," I whisper.

My hand rests on your upper thigh, squeezing gently. I glance around the train. Crowded. Standing room only.

"Maybe the crush of bodies around us will provide an ironic kind of privacy for us," I again whisper. My mouth is inches from your ear, hot breath gusting against it with each word.

 

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

I press my lips against yours, moaning very softly, opening my lips to tempt your tongue into my mouth.
I shudder lightly, as I feel your hand travel up my thigh, feel it approach, and then graze my bare wet slit.

I giggle softly into your mouth, and pull away slightly.

"I don't like to feel all ... restricted," I explain with a smirk.

Meantime my hand has wandered up your thigh, wondering ... did you wear underwear today? Glancing around quickly, I slip the button of your pants out of the buttonhole, and tease your zipper down just enough to slip a curious fingertip down to see how hard you are, see if you are wearing anything under your pants.

 

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

I moan softly, your grazing finger making me shudder.

"Well," I whisper hoarsely, "I don't think anyone is watching us...."

I tease your zipper down a little more, cupping my hand around your hard shaft, and slowly sliding up.

I glance around again, and notice for the first time a young woman, a little older than me, watching us with wide eyes and gaping mouth. I notice her fingers sliding slowly along between her legs, over her jeans.

I wink at her, and turn my attention back to you.

 

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

I sigh deeply, eyes closed and leaning into your attention. My legs spread wide, and I shift my hips against your fingers, drawing them deep within.

I slide your pants down slightly, freeing your cock. Grinning slightly, knowing we have passed the point of no return (if someone looks we are done for .. except for the softly moaning girl across the way that is. She is enjoying the show) I wrap my hand around your shaft and begin to softly rub up and down your length.

 

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

Moaning softly at the feeling, the fiery caresses of your fingers, I nearly jump, and bite back a yelp as you rub my clit. I press my hips urgently against your hand, rubbing your shaft faster as I feel myself near the edge.

And whimper softly when I feel your hands pull away from me. My hips buck urgently, needing the release of months of pent-up frustration, lonliness, at the hands of a stranger, on a crowded train. The thought itself is nearly enough to drive me over, but I focus on your strong though soft lips, pressing mine against yours, my tongue probing your mouth.

My hand has slowed on your cock, and stops, feeling a dribble of precum on the tip. I moan softly into your mouth, wanting to feel you inside of me ... your cock, not just fingers, probing and pumping into me.

 

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

I smile widely.

"Deal."

I lean over, face near your firm member. Glancing up at the voyeur across the train, I smile, and stuck my tongue out, wriggling it suggestively. I turn back to you, and with just the tip of my tongue, lap once at the moisture on the tip of your cock, bringing my tongue back into my mouth. My lips make a soft smacking sound, and I lean closer.

It's a little more than the deal, I think, but what the hell... I slide my lips onto your cockhead, down a bit, then draw my mouth up slowly, sucking very softly (I don't want to make you cum just yet) and then up and off, again with a lip-smack. Youc cock is now wet with my saliva, but the precum has been dealt with.

I grin widely as I sit back up, licking my hand of the little bit of your moisture that is there.

 

[bentley coupe]

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[shadowoftheheart]

I grin widely.

"Smart, wicked, I like it."

A man in a dark blue suit and red power tie, carrying a briefcase that looks stuffed to capacity, is beside the seat I have just left.

"Sir. Sir, this seat's available."

He barely looks at me, and sits without so much as a "thank you."

Heh. Chivalry is alive and well, I think sarcastically.

Oh well, so I stand, and reach up for the bar but dammit! if the train starting doesn't knock me off balance. I fall backward with a soft yelp!

The businessman glares out the corner of his eye, but says nothing.

 

[bentley coupe]

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