(2002 Millie Teases
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HIM
It was hot when he came out of the office that night. Hot and muggy even though it was almost eleven and the sun had been down for a couple of hours. Sultry. He shrugged his suit jacket off, loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt as he walked down the street toward the subway. "Geez," he thought, "it's only June. What's it going to be like later this summer?"
It wasn't any cooler on the platform. The little bit of breeze that had made the walk from his office almost bearable didn't make it into the station. He waited a few minutes on the platform. A drop of sweat trickled slowly down his back and into the crack of his buttocks. A moment later another followed. He wondered if he'd missed the last express of the night. "Geez it's hot," he thought, pulling his shirt away from his chest.
A light appeared in the tunnel and the rumble of the approaching train reached his ears. The sign in the front window of the first car said 158 Express. "Good," he thought. "That'll take 15 minutes off this trip." The train stopped, the screech of brakes assaulting his ears. The doors banged open. He stepped in and saw the car was empty. The air conditioning was working. "Good," he said, half out loud. He sat down and closed his eyes.
She got on two stop later, the last stop before the train went express. He heard her step into the car and opened his eyes to see who it was. About 30, he guessed. Kind of cute. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The heel of a dark blue pump stuck out of her bag. She was wearing running shoes. The powder blue pompoms of her peds stuck out at the top of the heels. Her legs were bare. She carried the jacket of her dark blue suit over her arm; the pleated skirt swished gently as she walked over to a seat. A light blue bra strap was visible on her right shoulder, having slipped out from under the edge of her sleeveless white blouse. She sat down opposite him and smiled.
He smiled back, and then closed his eyes again. Now that the train had gone express it was a 25-minute ride to the next station. He'd be home soon.
As the train moved out of the station he tried to get into that sort of half-asleep, dreamy kind of place. Alert enough, but where fantasies came with pictures. He thought about how Kelly, his college girlfriend, used to tease him on rides like this - telling him that she wanted him, brushing up against him, but pushing his hands away if he ever tried anything. What would it have been like if they had been together on this train?
A minute later he heard a soft rustle. He wasn't sure if it was part of his dream or not. He thought he smelled perfume - something light and fresh - citrusy. It's part of the dream, he thought. Kelly used to wear perfume like that.
A minute later he thought he felt a hand on his leg. He was remembering Kelly and how she would brush her hand up his thigh as the rode together. Just close enough to his penis to get his attention, but never touching it.
It was just like Kelly, he thought. The hand brushed lightly up his thigh. This may be a good dream.
The hand found his penis. A finger traced its outline. He felt it stir and start to grow. "Good dream," he thought. The hand stroked him through the fabric of his trousers. He was getting hard. He shifted a little in the seat to adjust himself.
When he settled down again the hand was back, its fingers tracing the length of his penis. He was hard now. "This is one hell of a dream." He relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. The hand was firmly stroking him. It felt good. Why couldn't he dream like this all the time?
A second hand grasped the waistband of his trousers just above his fly. "What kind of a dream is this?" he mused. Zzzzip. The first hand was pulling down his zipper. He wanted to open his eyes. He knew if he did the dream would be over and he would be there on the train and she would be there, over on the other side, reading a book or something.
HER
When she woke up that morning she was aroused. Not horny, lusty gotta do something, gotta have somebody, gotta masturbate, gotta get relief aroused, just pleasantly sensitive and everything touching me is arousing and making me feel sexy like just before I start lubricating aroused, she thought. It was very pleasant. She wondered how she'd get through the day if this feeling stuck with her.
She dressed with the arousal in mind.
"Sexy but professional," she thought. "The blue suit, with pale blue underneath." She looked in her drawer and found the bra and thong set she'd bought the previous weekend. She stepped into the thong and pulled it up around her hips. She adjusted the strap so it passed up over her anus, tantalizing it gently. She looked in the mirror. The silk clung to her, outlining her freshly-shaven mound, the peach-like shape of her genitals clearly visible through the pale blue cloth.
She picked up the bra and slipped her arms through the straps. She pulled the cups together and fastened the front clip. She reached into each cup, positioning each breast comfortably in the soft caress of the silken fabric. The cool air from the ceiling fan brought her nipples to erection. They poked stiffly at the fabric. She noticed that she could see the shadow of her areolas through the not quite sheer fabric.
Sheer white pantyhose was next. She hated it, especially when it was hot like this, but her job demanded it. She'd strip it off before she started for home, she thought. She pulled a sleeveless white blouse on and buttoned it, stepped into her skirt and fastened it aroundher waist, picked up her jacket and left the room. Before she left the house she pulled on a pair of peds and running shoes. She stuck a pair of dark blue pumps in her bag and headed off to work.
All day long she was just on the edge. Her nipples seemed to be always erect. By lunchtime they ached. She thought about ducking into the ladies room and masturbating, but resisted the temptation. It just wasn't professional.
At 3:00 Linda, her boss, walked into her office with a sheaf of papers in her hand.
"I hate to do this to you, but the Archimedes project report has to be finished tonight. The meeting is at 8:00 tomorrow morning. I need it finished and 5 copies on my desk waiting for me."
"Of course, Linda. I'd be happy to stay."
"Thanks bunches. I'd stay, but I've got to take their account team to dinner tonight. Here's the draft. Just clean it up and add the illustrations we talked about. I'm sure you'll do a great job." Linda dropped the papers on her desk and left the office.
"Crud!" she thought. "So much for an early supper and a bubble bath tonight." She got to work on the report.
"Oh wait!" she thought six hours later as she passed through the turnstile and ran down the steps to the platform. She made it just before the bells dinged to signal the closing of the doors. She felt her nipples crinkle up one more time as the cold of the air conditioning hit them. "I'm still horny; what a weird day," she thought as she sat down and smiled at the man opposite her. They were alone in the car.
