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Joe takes a trip on the train
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It must be admitted that the great fun of the more liberal side of the
information highway is that people can actually share their thoughts and
interesting fantasies / dreams in the erotica arena. So, of the top of my
head, here goes one of mine:
Joe was always a big fan of riding the train. There was something special
about being able to watch the scenery go by as he looked out the window.
He didn't mind the fact that the train was usually far more time
consuming than other modes of transport. It allowed him time to think,
to unwind, and to...fantasize. Fantasizing, for Joe, like most men, was
one of his favorite pastimes. He would see a woman, almost any woman, and
immediately concoct interesting and passionate situations and images in
his head. Nothing distasteful, but, then again, nothing too innnocent
either.
On this particular day, Joe was taking the train from Boston to New York
and had selected a seat in the middle of a car which was occupied by only
one or two other people, who paid him little or no attention. As he was
boarding the train, another woman who appeared to be in college (as she
looked young, attractive, and had a red sweatshirt saying Boston College
on it) caught his eye for a moment. Upon reflection, he now realized that
his true motivation for selecting the seat that he chose was to obtain a
good view of his new-found interest.
She was one of the two other passengers in the car and was sitting a mere
one row in front of him and on the opposite side of the aisle. When he
first saw her boarding the train at the same time as he, their eyes met
and both immediately shot a quick smile at the other (a sign of good
things to come). Once the train started moving, Joe placed his earphones
on and began to listen to some Ray Charles. By about the third song, the
train was up to full speed, as was Joe's mind.
He was starting to fantasize now (as he does about once an hour or so).
But this time, the object of his fantasy was sitting a mere five feet
away. He could not help but admire her beauty. The red sweatshirt
outlined her figure very nicely. It complimented her dark brown hair and
blue eyes, along with accenting the curves in her chest, which, to Joe at
least, were very, very attractive. But, being the gentleman that he was,
he could not stare at that too long. So his eyes wandered down to her
legs, which were smooth and slightly tan and looked absolutely marvelous
as they extended from a soft black dress that just touched the top of her
knees.
While he was admiring her, though, he made the fatal (or lucky) mistake of
staring too long and got caught. Instead of a fleeting angry glance that
one might expect in such a situation, the young woman merely held eye
contact with Joe and flashed an almost devilish smile. Immediately Joe
got goosebumps. He asked himself, could it be that this young woman
actually enjoyed his admiration?
Of course she did, she smiled at him. But he did not want to be too bold
so he went back to staring out the window and listening to music for a few
more minutes. Next time he turned his head, however, he noticed that her
soft black dress had been raised a few inches to reveal more of her
beautiful leg, and that she was smiling at him again -- a smile which
brought shivers up and down his spine.
He did not want to go back to listening to music this time, so he removed
his headset, stood up, and approached her. In his most pleasant voice, he
said, "Hello, my name is Joe. Is this seat taken?"
In a soft and smooth voice she replied, "No, actually, I was saving it for
you and thought you'd never ask. My name is Marie. Please, sit down."
Enthused by such a response from such a beautiful and now friendly woman
did nothing to calm Joe's level of excitation. But this did not bother
him either. He eagerly sat down next to Marie and said, "You know, I had
been admiring you from afar over there, but I must say that you are far
more attractive up close and in person."
Marie simply smiled again, and replied "as are you. In case you did not
notice, I was admiring you from afar as well."
Pleased that they were attracted to each other, both began to fantasize
privately about the end result of such a strong attraction, and both had
to calm their minds before they got too excited. This was much easier for
Marie than for Joe. As Marie finished her last sentence, Joe felt that
tingling in his stomach as his level of sexual excitement, along with
another part of his anatomy began to grow to its fullest.
This was both a blessing and a curse. A curse in that it was a source of
embarrassment, yet a blessing in that it was the source of pertinent
information for Marie to act on.
In a half-joking but half-serious tone, Marie asked, "Is that something
large in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
"You can't imagine how happy I am to see you. To be honest, while I was
watching you for the last half hour, I had been doing a little
fantasizing. I just can't believe I'm sitting next to you right now."
"Oh, really?" Marie said. "This is intriguing. Don't be embarrassed, it is
just you and me here, and I am most interested in what you had fantasized
about!"
"You see, I have always had this wild fantasy about making love to a
stranger on a train as we passed through the beautiful New England
countryside. I've never had a chance to act on it. You see, just a few
minutes ago, well, I was envisioning the two of us fulfilling such a
dream."
Marie, obviously aroused, asked, "And what is stopping you from acting on
such a dream right now, my friend?" As she talked, her nipples grew
harder and she grew moist inside.
"Only my fear of getting caught, but that is withering with every word you
speak about such activities!" And with that, his fear dissappeared and he
placed his hand on her knee, slowly running his finger across the soft
skin on her leg.
"Since the next stop is in an hour, and no one else is on this car, I
think we are alone. No more talking, let's simply live out this fantasy
of yours, okay?"
Joe, astounded at the very direct nature of this fascinating woman could
do nothing but nod his head and blurt out a quick "Sure!" With that he
reached over with his other hand and ran his fingers around the soft lips
of his new friend as she kissed each one.
Marie's hands were wandering as well, grabbing at Joe's muscular chest,
then massaging his back while Joe's finger strokes made their way farther
and farther up Marie's leg. When Joe reached her underwear, she quivered
softly and grasped Joe's back tighter now...
(part II coming later)
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