Author's note: This story is broken into different parts, so if you are not keen on where one part is going, feel free to skip to the next. Some tags will only apply to a single part, which I hope will be obvious from the first few lines.
In parts of the world, Jessica would be described as a goddess. Tall, toned and drop-dead gorgeous, she was the envy of women and men alike. Her glossy, luxurious brown hair and flawless olive complexion hinted at her part-Italian heritage. She walked with the confidence that her appearance and status in life gave her, but despite being called "rich bitch" behind her back she had gained her wealth through hard work and effort. The same could be said of her enviable body, requiring hours of yoga and cardio to maintain her toned long legs, perky breasts and an ass that months of squats had sculpted, and had fully matured as a woman in her late twenties.
Jessica walked onto the train platform, her heels clicking and echoing along the near-empty station. At such a late hour, the only people still around were the usual flotsam of the night - night shift workers, teens coming home from a party, shady folk who preferred the night for their business. Jessica was none of these. Her expensive clothes looked starkly out of place on the dingy platform, more befitting her corner office of a skyscraper her legal firm worked out of. Today's outfit was, as usual, immaculate - a tight black leather pencil skirt paired with a cream silk blouse and suit jacket, complete with Jimmy Choo heels and gossamer-thin nylons. Combined with her tasteful makeup highlighting her plump lips and angular cheekbones, she looked like she walked off of a magazine cover.
She was not on the platform out of choice. She hadn't taken public transport since her university days, preferring the priority and privacy of a hire car or cab, but the time of night combined with a considerable traffic incident had meant she was forced to seek alternative ways of getting home. She had spent the evening at a retirement party for one of the partners at an expensive wine bar, drinking modestly enough to give her a pleasant buzz that dared her to take the train home when she discovered the gridlock.
As the speakers announced the train arriving in the station, Jessica spotted an elderly man in near-rags sitting by a bin, clearly carrying the sum total of his possessions with a sign and tray pleading for donations. With the liquid courage flowing through her, and with the knowledge that the train was just pulling into the station, she deftly found her purse and pulled out a twenty, walking over to him and placing it in his tray wordlessly, flashing a quick smile as she did. The beggar, awestruck, mumbled a thank you as Jessica turned to alight on the newly arrived train. He feasted on the view she provided as she walked away, ass swaying as she walked carefully to avoid twisting her ankle on the uncertain platform. He reached his unwashed hand into his trousers and started jerking off at the sight of the woman, imagining her licking the filth from his cock before worshipping his cock with her plump lips. Jessica climbed onto the train, unaware of the depraved thoughts she had inspired in the beggar as the doors closed.
As she held the central pole with a manicured hand, Jessica surveyed her temporary companions and the state of the carriage. Towards the front she saw a young man and woman clearly on the way home from a nightclub, with the man wearing a tight button-up that drew attention to his muscles making out with the pretty girl wearing a figure-clinging, sparkly minidress.
Towards the middle, she saw a gangly young man, probably as tall as her, but lacking any kind of muscle definition or skincare routine swiping away on his phone.
Sitting a bit further on was a man with skin as black as coal, wearing a shiny puffy jacket and a fashionable fade talking quietly on his phone.
Turning her head, she saw towards the back of the carriage a set of seats stained with something that smelt terrible enough to wrinkle her nose from this distance. Beyond them, she saw a large, obese man with thinning hair and a sheen to his skin that looked as though he was moments away from a pan fire. While Jessica generally looked for the good in most people, even she had to admit this man looked repulsive.
It was no real surprise to her when everyone on the carriage did a double-take when she walked on. She was fully aware of the effect she had on others and had spent a lifetime sharpening her ability to diplomatically reject advances with grace. Her confidence in the fact also meant that when she was rarely the one pursuing a man it was a short seduction.
She chose to remain standing, hoping the stench of what had stained the seats would not linger in her expensive clothing. She had worn one of her most professional but still alluring outfits in the hopes of attracting one of the handsome new partners but they had failed to show, leading Jessica to be slightly frustrated. As the effort of the day crept up on her, boosted by the effect of the wine, she felt her eyelids start to droop slightly. She found her gaze drawn to the display that the couple at the front were making - clearly beyond the point of caring about anyone else on the carriage, they had their hands all over each other, groping and fondling and quietly moaning in the passion of the moment. Jessica felt a heat arise from inside her at the display, watching as the young woman expertly darted her hand inside the man's trousers and clearly started jerking him off as they continued.
As tiredness continued through her body, Jessica was struck with a daydream of her being in the young woman's place. She had always had an overactive imagination, and within moments she saw an image of herself from her university years, wearing the same sparkly minidress almost bursting due to her larger breasts and ass. She could feel the heat of the man's lips and tongue as she pressed her mouth against his with abandon, her manicured hand jerking his erect cock in the confines of his tight jeans. She imagined herself mounting him, grinding her soaked thong on his crotch while the man's hands roamed her body, squeezing and gently slapping her impressive ass. She saw herself open her eyes, noting the reaction from others in the carriage, savoring the thrill of how public they were expressing their passion....
The loudspeaker barked out an announcement of the next stop which knocked her out of her daydream, heat rushing to her cheeks as she realized how far she had drifted off. Jessica felt the arousal inside her stoking into small fire, and as the young couple got off at the next station, she looked around her other companions and similarly couldn't resist fantasizing what an encounter would look like with each.
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The Nerd
"Hello", Jessica said as she loomed over the acne-riddled young man. He looked up in shock as she swung her ass into the seat next to his, crossing her long, toned legs as she examined him as a cat would examine a mouse. Jessica's strong, confident posture and glossy hair was completely at odds with the teen's mullet-like hair and waif-like frame.
"Uh, hi", he stammered.
"What's your name, stud?", she asked with a smile and a bat of the eyelashes that she knew drove men crazy.
