It's Monday morning and David enters the train, annoyed that the mechanic has not finished the repairs to his Beemer and for another week he will have to use mass transit to get to his office in the City. He could have taken it to a less in demand mechanic, but he did not trust his baby, a 2006 Z4 M Roadster, to any but the best available. Unfortunately, the secret was out on Lars and his expert handling of all things BMW, so the queue was always incredibly long, service appointments needing to be made months in advance. Of course, that meant if you had an emergency repair need and you had to have Lars, you had to wait. So here he was for the second week, joining the huddled masses on their daily trek into the City.
He easily finds a seat, as he has caught the train at one of the earliest stops, knowing that it will be full to overflowing after the next few stops. He opens his briefcase, taking out the morning paper picked up from his stoop as he left the house and loses himself in the events of the day. He's engrossed in the paper and pays little attention as the train makes its routine stops picking up and letting off fellow passengers. His is near to the last stop, so he knows he has awhile before he has to listen for his station to be called.
He's engrossed in the sports section when of a sudden a new and luscious smell wafts past and assaults his senses. He looks up quickly, hoping to catch a look at the woman wearing that incredible scent. He doesn't have a clue as to the perfume's name, but he knows what he would call it – Pure Fucking Sin! God, he hopes she looks as good as she smells!
He looks at the people sitting and standing to the front of him; other business men, college age kids, some less desirables obviously using the train to find a short respite from their 24/7 exposure to the elements, but no one who could possibly be the creature who has, with her intoxicating scent alone, completely captured his attention. He turns to look to the rear and spots her. She's pushing through the second set of doors, heading into the next car. He feels his breath catch as he takes in her glorious fall of thick, glossy dark auburn hair. It falls sleek and straight down to the middle of her back. Jesus, who cares what her face looks like! He'd just love to close his eyes and feel that glorious hair sweeping across his chest, over his incredibly sensitive nipples, and down across his firm, hard abs and belly. God, just the thought had the blood pooling in his groin. David couldn't believe that just her scent, which was now just a delicious memory, and the sight of her glorious red hair could get him so hard, so fast. He felt just then like a schoolboy sneaking peaks at his first girlie magazine, not the mature man of 27 that he is.
As she moves further into the train car he recognizes, even from the back, that the fur-trimmed raincoat she wears carries a designer label. That fact, along with her Louis Vuitton handbag, tells him that this is a woman of some means. Even without these outer trappings, her impeccable carriage, the grace and ease with which she moves is a testament to her lofty status. What the hell is she doing on the train?
Seeing that she is not going to turn towards him and reveal to him the gorgeous looks she must possess based on all the double takes from the instantly besotted men in the next car, David decides that he must follow her. He must get closer to her, must be allowed to breath in her scent, see the stunning features that he has conjured in his mind. Maybe even get close enough to surreptitiously steal a light caress of her gloriously thick mane of glossy red hair. God, just the thought has his burgeoning cock twitching inside his Italian cut trousers.
He reaches for his briefcase, ready to begin his quest, when the train begins to slow for the next stop. As it has now reached one of its three financial district stops, his being the next, a multitude of passengers in the now fully occupied train cars stand, collecting their coats, briefcases and assorted paraphernalia preparing to disembark. Shit, he has lost sight of her in the throng! Finally, the disembarking passengers have exited, the aisles are clear, and......FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! She's gone! Through the window of his train car, David quickly scans the crowd heading to the stairs and escalator as the train begins to pull away from this station but cannot find her in the crowd. FUCK! Dejectedly he sits down to await his stop and head to the office in a now decidedly peevish mood.
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Tuesday morning dawns bright and sunny, the clouds of yesterday having all blown away. David heads to the transit station in a much better frame of mind. The skies are clear, the sun is shining and he's on a mission. The day's newspaper is in his briefcase, where it will stay until he reaches his office. Today he plans to be ever vigilant, ever watchful, hoping desperately for the reappearance of his fantasy woman from yesterday. He hadn't been able to get her out of his mind all damn day and had spent the evening imagining a myriad of naughty, nasty, kinky scenarios that his fantasy woman would be eager to play out with him. He felt himself becoming aroused again remembering them and the mind-blowing orgasm they had brought him to.
She just had to be on the train again! He had to get a look at her form and features, had to see if she even came close to his erotic imaginings of her.
David reaches the station and enters the waiting train car. Again there are many available seats, but he has no intention of sitting, no intention of taking any action that might hamper his quest. He finds a likely spot and reaches up to grasp the overhead rail as the train begins to move out of the station. Even though, based on the timing of yesterday's appearance, he determines that it should be several more stops before the object of his obsession appears, David feels his heartbeat quicken and a flush of anticipation spread through his eager body.
Several stops later David's vigilance pays off as he notices heads craning in the next car, stretching and straining to get a glimpse of something, someone in the car next to theirs. It must be her! He can't believe that anyone or anything else would cause such a stir. With purpose David begins to move through the semi-congested train car, heading ever closer to where he is certain the object of his developing obsession awaits him. He finally enters the car, knowing she is here by the looks on the faces of the men in the car, besotted, enamored and those of the women, annoyed and envious. David eagerly waits for the recently boarded passengers to take a seat and clear the aisle so that he can finally, finally see her.
The passengers settle, and, MY GOD, there she is, just a few yards in front of him. Her back is turned towards him, but the view from the back is fucking AMAZING. She's not wearing a coat today, and her glorious body is fully, incredibly revealed to him in the lusciously cock-teasing outfit she is wearing.
With every intention of seeing her face today, David decides to first fully steep his senses in the backside view before him. He closes his eyes for a moment before he looks down and smiles in gratification and lusty pleasure as he sees that she is wearing a glorious pair of supple, black leather pumps with 4" needle thin heels and thin little ankle straps. So fucking sexy! As his gaze moves up, he can't contain his gasp of pleasure as he takes in the longest, sexiest pair of legs he has ever fucking seen, made sexier still by the incredible black silk, fully-fashioned, Cuban heeled, raised seam stockings that they're encased in. His burgeoning cock twitches as he traces with his eyes the path of those glorious raised seams running oh so straight up those luscious legs to disappear under the hem of her incredibly thin, incredibly tight pencil skirt. Oooooh, it's black.... Italian made.... luxurious crepe wool and is so tight it fits her like a second skin, revealing every glorious curve of her hips and ass. Oh, God, and what curves! She's tall - FUCK, she must be over six feet in those shoes! - and slender, but has the most incredible, womanly fucking curves – mmmmm, the height of Nicole Kidman with the curves of Marilyn Monroe, fuuuuucckkkkk!!!!!!!! Gorgeously curved hips and the highest, roundest, tightest cock-teasing ass David has ever, ever seen! Jesus, he could cum just watching her strut before him in those sexy fucking shoes, that amazingly tight pencil skirt, hips swaying, ass wiggling. And the thought of licking up the backs of those mile-long legs, licking his tongue up that incredibly straight raised seam, seeing it glisten with his saliva - FUCK, his cock jerks again at the thought!
