This is a work of fiction. All characters are strictly fictional in nature and not representative of any known or unknown people.
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My story starts like this:
I boarded the Metroliner train at New York's Penn Station at 9:00 am on a Thursday morning, bound for the Nations Capitol. I was half-awake from the previous night's festivities. I half slept until the second stop at Metropark. I did not immediately notice the pregnant young woman as she boarded the car ahead of where I was sitting. As always, I hope that an attractive woman will approach to ask about the seat next to me. And as usual, she did not. As she found a seat on the semi-crowded train, she looked back in my direction and we exchanged glances.
In that moment, a fantasy begins . . .
I am sitting on the same train and she does indeed approach me to inquire about the last seat in the car. I am at least awake enough to recognize a long overdue opportunity when it finally presents itself. I say she is welcome to the seat next to the window. She needs help stowing her luggage in the overhead rack. I stand and lift her small rollaboard to the shelf. As she slides in to the seat, I notice she is pregnant. I had thought she looked like she was either pregnant or slightly overweight when she entered the car forward. She had the widening hips that some say is a telltale sign.
She was a woman of average size with strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a French braid. Her face was delightful, pretty even, in a hometown kind of way. I could not have asked for a more enticing companion at that moment in time. I had been lost in my thoughts that morning while I waited for the train, replaying the conversation of the night before in my hotel room with one of my favorite phone sex friends. I picture her in my mind as she describes herself on the phone as just this type of girl-next-door, college sweetheart, MILF that inhabits so many of my dreams these days.
So went the first few precious minutes of what would become a rare and long lasting fantasy. The ones that can only be created as a result of unforeseen circumstances occasioned while travelling alone. I help her adjust her remaining belongings in the space by our feet and she thanks me with one of those smiles that, men of all ages dream of. Adolescent boys who get one from the very first girl they ever had a crush on, grown men whose minds are taken over by the thought of getting one from some fabulous young girl they see on the street. In our dreams, these simple smiles lead to nights of passion in some nameless hotel room.
I have been caught up in this vivid pattern for way too long now and realize that I need to come to the moment and return the smile. I offer to get her something when I go to the cafΓ© car for breakfast. She asks for some milk and a snack bar if they have one. Milk. I have not ever had a strange woman ask me for milk before. Then I regain my temporarily misplaced sense and remember she is pregnant. I return with breakfast and the fantasy begins in earnest. We start to talk about the trip and our destinations. We exchange the usual information about jobs and cities we live in. She lives in Princeton, but is going to visit her sister in Washington for a few days. I eventually get up the nerve to ask about her condition, and she is gracious enough to fill in the blanks for the feeble start of this wonderful trip into erotic fantasyland. We talk about marriage status and I expect her to begin telling me about her husband and her home near the university and the search for a good private pre-school for her unborn child.
Instead, she tells me she is not married. I am almost afraid to ask the next question and that is about the circumstances that landed her in this condition. As is becoming the trend in women at this stage of our evolution and age, many are choosing to have children themselves without the accompaniment of a husband. She could be a lesbian and carrying the lovechild of a relationship with her life partner and complete as a woman and soon to be mother. She takes pity on me at this point, whether she realizes that I am at a loss for words or just because she needs to tell someone and a sympathetic stranger is the perfect person to try it out on, or just to continue the conversation because I am unable.
She tells me she is a surrogate mother for the sister she is going to visit in DC and she is 5 months along toward delivering a baby for her only sibling, who for unexplained reasons, at least for now to me, is unable to conceive with her husband. She seems truly happy and in a very good place in her life. She has taken on that glow people talk about pregnant women having. I do not know if her duty to her sister and her gender has increased the intensity of this phenomenon or if I am looking for it. In either case, I am in an enviable position to be able to witness this first hand. I have of late taken on a glow myself as well as a fascination or attraction for pregnant women and it is beginning to translate to my groin in the form of a somewhat noticeable bulge in the black jeans I am wearing.
In my lonely morning reverie, I had been lost in the previous evenings' conversation, which included some reversions to the child within all men. How wonderful it would be to be attached to the breast of a beautiful young women and have her nurse you to sleep or, in the present, into a rousing state of excitement. I was in the beginning of the latter. Finally, my streaming consciousness is arrested when I look up from her breasts and she has a questioning look on her face. I do not know if it is a result of my too long stare, or is she asking me if I would like her to continue. I definitely want her to continue. Her face begins to flush and I hope it is a reaction to my attention, but I sense it may be embarrassment on her part.
She, her name I have found out is Cynthia. Not Cindy, but Cynthia. She reminds me of a college fascination I had with a strawberry blonde with freckles named Cynthia. This Cynthia has no freckles and is much too innocent to make me think too long about the other. Cyn (for many reasons) is very polite in such a friendly way, that I am not put off at all by her manner but drawn to her story by the way she tells it let alone the content. She continues to hedge in halting sentences. This gives me some time to think about my comfort. These damn jeans are not getting any looser. I am trying to keep from reaching down to adjust myself and embarrass both of us to the point she would stop and move to another seat as soon as it opens. The pale blue sweater set she is wearing is not making it any easier to focus on the story and not my cock.
I bear down and ask a question hoping to put her at ease. I ask about IVF. She goes on to say that she should not be telling me this, but no, they did not conceive that way. It started out with her sister asking the ultimate question, "Would I have her baby"? They did go through all of the testing for compatibility and overall health status to carry the baby to term. Cyn passed easily. She and her sister are very much alike she tells me and they think a lot alike and have since they were kids. I inquire about the procedure from a clinical perspective and she fills in all of the non-sexy details.
Then we proceed to the real story.
Cynthia and her sister, Madeline, have been very close all of their lives. They have shared friends, an adolescent crush or two and secrets for most of the 32 years they have been together. She says she never dreamed that even her only sibling would ask her to share this. After several tries at IVF, they all decided to give it a rest for awhile. One Friday evening after a fabulous dinner and some of the best wine in the house, Madeline suggested they try again. Cyn of course agreed. Madeline asked Cyn to join her in the kitchen to select another bottle of wine. While there she sprang the surprise of her life on her sister. She did not want to go the turkey baster route again. She wanted to try the old fashioned method. "You mean you and Gay (Gaylord Anthony) are going to try naturally"?
No, you and Gay
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Maddy said. Cyn said she was speechless for several minutes. She realized her sister wanted a baby so much, she was asking her sister to sleep with her husband.