My experience with Tara emboldened me. I began looking for women on the train to communicate with, who might, if I got lucky, grant me some tunnel time.
There was a woman I saw some mornings on the train. I should say, an incredible woman I saw some mornings. She was maybe 5' 10" in heels. A beautiful face that bordered on being drop dead gorgeous but was more classical and less modern in its appearance. It was definitely a face that would hold up well over time without any help. Her body was magnificent. Where to begin? Save the best for last? Top to bottom? Perfect to almost perfect? I know. I will go through what caught my attention first and then how I discovered her features bit-by-bit after that.
She got on a stop after I did. Some mornings she sat in the same set of seats of I did but most times I didn't know she was on the same train until she caught my eye while I was walking to my office.
The week after my encounter with Tara I was sitting reading emails on my phone when my goddess sat down across from me. I looked at her and thought, I may never get another chance. I took out a business card and wrote on it. "Please text me so we can chat while in the quiet zone." I handed the card to her. She looked at me quizzically. I motioned for her to read the card and held up my phone. She read the card, looked at me and shrugged as if to say, 'Sorry but I don't think so." I shrugged back and mouthed 'What harm?". She relented.
My phone buzzed. "Hello"
"Hi. I'm Rod. It's nice to finally meet you."
"Hi Rod. I'm Michelle."
"I'm not surprised I guess. An exceptionally beautiful name for an exceptionally beautiful woman."
I caught a smile at the corner of her mouth. I watched her type, backspace and start again several times before I received "Thank you. But I am married and not interested in an affair."
It's funny how little things people don't say can say so much. 'I am married.' Most women not interested in affairs would have said 'I am happily married.' or "I have a husband I'm very much in love with." I re-read Michelle's note and interpreted is as 'I shouldn't have an affair because society says married women don't do that." I ignored her note to some degree.
"Your hair is magnificent. It was the first thing that caught my eye the first time I saw you. I love the texture, the shine and the natural curls. Simply magnificent."
Pause. Buzz. 'Thank you.'
"I see the same people on the same trains most days. You're schedule isn't so fixed."
"I have some flexible hours at work. I prefer this train. This timing if I can make it."
"I understand. If you were my wife, I would have a difficult time letting you go in the morning without making love to you three times. I can see how that would make you late some days."
I know. It was a little forward to say that but I thought it may be a way in. I watched her smile and tilt her head back in mock laughter.
"HA! I wish. Me and my vibrator maybe. In the morning my only job is to stay out of my husband's way. I just don't rush some days. It's not urgent I get to work."
"Toys! I love toys. Making love to a woman using one of her own toys is such a great dimension to add to love making. What toys do you have and which is your fave?"
There was a long pause. Michelle sat reading her phone then she looked at me. Maybe it was suddenly too personal too quickly. I worried I had crossed a line and had lost Michelle. The train was arriving at the station.
"We're here. It was a pleasure meeting you Michelle." Send.
"Maybe we can have another conversation one day. I'm so glad we've met. Have a fabulous day. You deserve it."
My message broke her train of thought. She looked up at me. I had started putting my things together while the final announcements were being made. The train was coming to a stop. My phone buzzed three times but I pretended to ignore it. I let Michelle leave before me. I read my messages when she was out of sight. "It was nice meeting you too Rod." Then. "Thank you. You have a nice day too." Hmm two messages. I'm sure there were three buzzes. Wait. It says I have another text from someone. I went back to my list. Tara! I looked around before I read the message. Tara was sitting a few rows behind me, smiling, waving as if to say "I'm here.". I read the message. "Hey big boy. Know anywhere we can get some morning tunnel time in?" I looked up at Tara again. She opened her mouth putting her hand up to her face mimicking giving a blow job.
I gathered my things stood up and walked in Tara's direction. She got out of her seat and joined me getting off the train. Tara was wearing yoga pants and a baggy sweater that somewhat covered her ass and crotch. The sweater was just short enough to offer a bit of tease of what it might be hiding. "There has to be somewhere we can fuck this morning," Tara said chasing me down the stairs. I stepped off the train, Tara was two steps behind me. I turned and caught her in my arms, kissing her deeply before she could respond. Our tongues wrestled across our open mouths for several seconds.
"Good, you're horny too," she said. "Let's find somewhere. I don't have anything to do before 10:00."
I stood and looked around. The train station was mayhem in the morning. Like a giant herd of bison everyone was moving in the same direction at the same pace, following some invisible leader. There was a significant amount of construction underway at the station. A lot of areas were blocked off with barricades and plywood and temporary doors.
"C'mon. Let's walk. I'm sure we can find somewhere," I said grabbing Tara's hand and pulling her behind me. The platform was empty by the time we finished our greeting and decided to hunt for a place to fuck. The stairs were long with two landings but this was a busy platform in rush hour, they all were actually because half of the tracks were closed as a result of the construction. We managed to stop on the two landings for some kissing and groping before we heard the next train pulling in. Tara's yoga pants were nice and tight. By the time I was through grabbing her pussy from outside her pants, Tara was sporting a very definite camel toe between her legs. Mind you, my cock was stretching the limits of my pants and zipper too. One of the advantages of the construction was that many of the security cameras were disconnected where tracks and platforms were under construction.
We walked along the one and only walkway. I was moving quickly. "Slow down. What's the rush?" Tara asked almost running trying to keep up.
I saw a door to a construction area that was ajar. "Quick. In here." I held the door open allowing Tara to enter before me. I checked the knob. Locked on the outside, unlocked form the inside. I closed it behind us and made sure the latch had caught. I walked around quickly scanning for cameras and a corner somewhat hidden where we could have our fun. No cameras and I found the place. I dropped my bag. "Tara. Over here."
Tara walked around the corner. Our lips met and before our second kiss I had a hand up her sweater full of tit and the other hand in the back of her yoga pants filled with Tara's ass. We kissed for what seemed like several minutes but was probably only seconds before our hands were furiously working at each other clothes trying to expose our genitalia.
No words needed to be spoken. I had Tara's yoga pants and underwear pushed down to her thighs. Her bra was up around her neck. My pants were around my feet and my underwear was looped under my balls freeing my cock and pushing my testicles up and forward. Tara bent over and started madly sucking, licking and biting my cock and balls. I reached behind her plundering her cunt with two then three fingers. I pushed her away turning her around. I crouched down behind Tara driving my face into her ass and pussy while pushing her pants and underwear down so she could step one foot out. Without pausing I stood up and jammed my cock into her cunt. Hot and wet. Dripping wet. Our moans went unheard with the noise from trains passing somewhere overhead, jack hammers rattling away and herds of commuters marching past. Tara held on to a temporary wall while I grabbed her hips and fucked her for all I was worth. I was about to come. I grabbed Tara's hair, spun her around and forced her to her knees. Tara grabbed my cock, stuffed in her mouth and allowed me to face fuck her until I emptied my load into her mouth and throat.
Tara slowed the pace a little continuing to suck my cock until it had softened considerably. She stood up and kissed me. I could taste some of my cum on her tongue. Tasting my own cum in someone else's mouth was a first for me and it aroused me. My breathing had eased. I pushed Tara back against the wall and went down on her. She parted her legs and grabbed the back of my head, holding my face tightly against her pussy. She was horny. I wasn't there long working my tongue on her clit and two fingers in her pussy before Tara had a rather lengthy orgasm. Tara pulled me up then sucked and licked her own juices off my face.
We stood holding each other for a few moments then dressed, helping each other to brush the construction dust off of our clothes. We made our way out of the door to join the next crowd of commuters on their way to work.
Tara and I stopped and hugged on a corner and echoed each other's 'Thank yous' and acknowledgement of our prowess and skills as lovers.
I sent Tara a text when I reached my desk hoping I would beat her to the punch. I did. We exchanged the thrill we felt having shared morning sex in a public place. We said our goodbyes without having to say how much we looked forward to our next encounter.
I happened to walk past Michelle that afternoon in a courtyard between two office buildings. She notice me and gave me a polite nod. I smiled and nodded back. Maybe there was still a chance.
