This is my first try at something different from incest stories. I hope you will like it. As always, any and all comments are welcome although I prefer to get comments without angry invectives *wink*
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With a sigh I sat down on my seat, plugged in the power cord to my laptop and booted up. I had a 6-hour ride ahead of me so I wouldn't be home until well after midnight. On the other hand, there was nobody waiting for me as my wife left me a year ago when the company I work for moved HQ to another town and I had to commute. Every Monday morning I took the train from home and 6 hours later I was at my office. Every Friday evening I went the other way, back home. I made good money and I suppose I could have moved closer to my work, but I was planning to start my own business and I really loved my house so I took the pains of travelling. As I said, my wife didn't.
I'm James. 38 years old, single with no children. I'm 6" tall and weigh about 190. I try to keep in shape, especially since I was divorced. The competition on the meat market is harsh so you really need to do and look your best. I guess I'm alright in the looks department and I'd had a few lovers the last year but only one-night stands and nothing mind blowing or even worth remembering. Since the trains had started keeping a wireless internet connection I had at least found a way to spend my time during commuting; reading stories at a site called Literotica. I had even tried to write my own but until now I haven't published any of them. What's to say that my fantasies are as interesting to the rest of the world?
I was sitting in my seat with a second seat next to me, a table in front and two seats on the other side of the table, turned towards me -- almost like a lounge group. The car was empty except of myself, which was the way it always was this time at night. Suddenly I heard the click-clack of high heels on the floor of the isle and a woman walked by, looked at me, smiled 'hello' and found her seat. She sat down on the other side of the isle, a few seats away, but turned in my direction. I had a great view of this woman and suddenly my journey didn't seem as boring anymore! I've always been a bit of a voyeur, getting kicks out of watching almost as much as participating myself and this woman was well worth watching!
She looked to be in her early 30s with her jet-black hair cropped short, like a helmet on her head. She wore a dark red silk blouse and a short, brown suede skirt that ended just above the knees. It was very tight, enough to cause her some problems sitting down, and it made her ass look beautiful. It was perfectly shaped just as her long legs that ended in brown suede boots that seemed to be form pressed unto her stockinged legs. I couldn't keep my eyes off her! For a minute I thought I'd pick up my cell phone and try to take a picture of her, but decided against it. Our eyes met and I realised that she was well aware of my eyes roaming over her body. She only smiled at me, took a magazine from her purse, crossed her legs and started reading. My jaw dropped when she crossed her legs, as her skirt rode up so high on her thighs that i could discern her stocking tops. Not hose, then! I felt my dick grow hard in my pants. I put my hand down to put it right and when I looked up again, I saw her smile and avert her eyes. Damn, she had seen me! This was getting interesting.
For the next 20 minutes or so, I tried to concentrate on an erotic story I was trying to write, but my eyes kept wandering over her body. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs showing me quite a lot of her thighs and as the skirt rode up even higher I could only just see something black -- her panties. She started teasing her hair and then her hand slowly caressed her neck and down to her blouse. She undid one button, then another, and slid her hand inside. She was touching herself! Her eyes met mine and I didn't even pretend I wasn't looking. I gave her an appreciating smile and she smiled back, removing her hand from the blouse and putting a long well-manicured red nail on her lower lip. I saw her nod to herself and then she stood up. Damn! I thought. She's mad at me and is leaving. I couldn't have been more wrong.
She took her bag and purse and turned towards me, took the three steps that brought her to my 4-seat part, looked at me and smiled.
"Hello. I'm Jessica Jones. I've seen you on this train a few times and decided to start talking to you since it seems that we're both travelling on this train a lot."
I rose and put out my hand.
"I'm James Gorth, commuter. Pleased to meet you, Jessica."
She looked me over, from top to bottom, noticing the bulge in my pants. I had forgotten my hard-on! She only smiled.
"Delighted. May I sit here? It seems idiotic that we sit apart since we're going to the same city and there's nobody else here, doesn't it?"
"Oh, certainly. Please sit down." I sat down quickly myself trying to preserve some self-respect and hoping my blush would fade soon. Jessica sat opposite me, our knees almost touching, and we started chatting about everything. She then nodded at my laptop and asked me if I was working.
"I don't want to disturb you if you've got work to do, James."
"Please, it's Jim. And I don't. I use it to surf the 'net a bit and pass the time. I get enough work during the weeks not to want to work during my time off as well."
"I know what you mean, Jim. What sites do you visit? Anything fun?"
Did I notice a suggestive tone in her voice? Was I only imagining? I don't know, but I decided to tell her the truth. What the hell, I'm a grown man. I can do what I want, right?
"Recently, I've found a site with some really erotic stories written by the community that visit the site. I find it a good way to pass the time. I've even decided that I want to try to write something myself, but I don't know what yet."
"Erotic stories? Mmm..." Jessica licked her lips. "That sounds really...'fun', I think. Do you think we could read some together? Or maybe you could read something for me?"
"Well, I guess I could try to read you something, but I've got to warn you that the stories are pretty graphic! What kind of story do you want to hear? They've got everything, from group sex, to fetishes to exhibitionism to incest stories."
"Wow, some hard choices there. Let's start with exhibitionism. That sounds hot!"
She leaned back in her seat, the three top buttons of the blouse still undone and the black lace of her bra showing in the opening. Her skirt rode up to show half her thigh and I could barely keep my hands off her legs. My erection started to feel really uncomfortable by now but I didn't dare to do anything about it as she would see it from very close quarters.
I started going through the site looking for a good story and found the top lists. I picked the number one on the list and started reading. Very soon I got really embarassed reading this graphic story to this woman in front of me, but when I started to stutter she opened her eyes and looked at me.
"What's wrong, Jim?"
"Ehh...it's kind of embarassing to read this to a complete stranger, and a beautiful woman at that."
"Well don't be embarassed. I'm not. I can handle graphic language, don't you worry. In fact, it turns me on when someone talks dirty. I do it myself when I'm really hot."
The laptop visible moved as my cock twitched at her words. She saw it and laughed deep in her throat. I heard her mumble something to herself.
"I'm sorry? I didn't quite get that?"
"Oh...I just like what I saw..."
Her dark eyes were like wells I could drown in, her soft, red lips damp and made for kissing. I could almost not control myself. She asked me to keep reading. As I read on, her hands were starting to move over her body, slowly, barely visible at first. Then one hand slid inside her blouse again and I could see her fingers move over the nipple of one breast. My voice grew hoarse as I kept on reading. The story was scorching hot and so was Jessica. She looked up, her hand still inside her blouse.
"I love your voice. It gives me goosebumps to hear your voice reading this story. And the story is so hot, I can't believe it. If I'd known that we could spend our trips this way, I'd have contacted you long ago when I first saw you. Please, keep reading!"
She unbuttoned another two buttons on her blouse, displaying a black-lace bra and the tops of her beautiful breasts. Her left nipple was peeking out above the cup. It was big, hard and made for my lips and tongue. She reached behind her back, unhooked the bra and took it off. Her breasts were a perfect handful, probably a size B, and firm as a teenager's and the only thing showing that these breasts belonged to a grown-up woman was the size of the nipples, that stood out at least ½ an inch.
"I hope you don't mind? I get so horny hearing your voice telling this story."
"Of course not. I'll try to keep reading but it's not getting any easier. You're a damn fine woman, Jessica."
"Thanks Jim. You're not too bad yourself. Try to keep reading for a bit longer, please? It makes me so damn horny you can't believe it!"
I got back to the story and kept reading. While I read my eyes went to the sight not three feet away, this sexy woman caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples and licking her fingers. She was almost writhing in her seat after a while. Then she slid down in her seat, put her one foot on the seat opposite (next to mine) and as the skirt rode up she put her hand on her crotch, rubbing her pussy outside the panties. She was moaning loudly by know. Next thing I knew she removed her panties, put them on the keyboard in front of me and sat back with her legs open. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, swollen and shining from her juices. I could see her clit coming out of it's hood and her labia were swollen with blood. This woman was horny!
"Smell my thong, Jim. Please!"
