I continued heading down the tunnel toward the Metro, finally reaching the long escalators. Riding down I was struck by the appearance of my surroundings, it all looked like a giant concrete vagina being penetrated by a huge stainless steel cock, and all us spermatozoa were quickly being spurted into the Metro womb. I just wondered if everyone noticed that or was it just the Viagra talking to me.
Walking up to a fare machine, I ran my imbedded ID past the scanner and approved the subsequent charges for the Metro fare. Since I indicated I planned to use the sex car, a quick scan was run, confirming my use of an approved liquid prophylactic. Yeah, we still had nasty, dirty, unprotected sex elsewhere, but the prudish folks at Metro were having none of that. You can't really blame them considering the new and improved STDs out there. Just the thought of the Venusian hook worm was enough for me to keep my assets fully protected. The Dasani I had finished a few minutes ago was my health insurance.
Once the fare was worked out, I went through a turnstile which read my ID again and then slid me on a mini personal hoverboard to the car at the very back of the cushion train. I stepped off the board and into a hedonist's playground. What were double seats on the standard cars were converted into small, lockable compartments allowing the consenting adults to do whatever they could manage to do in the restricted space. Of course a number of the people enjoyed being watched, so they either simply left the door open or didn't even bother with the compartments, choosing to have sex right there in the wide aisle ways.
Walking into the car, I had to step over a couple locked in a sixty-nine position that was so energetic that the slapping of asses and heads on the floor of the train sounded like beating drums. Several other couples were at it in various positions in the aisles, so I had to walk a sinuous path to find an area where they had open seats. There was another guy already sitting in one of the seats. I sat down close to him and asked, "Daddy or grandpa?"
"Going with the grandpa routine, last time I played daddy I threw my back out. These women are looking for athletic daddies, so I'll stick to grandpa this go around. They don't expect as much. How about you?"
Feeling the train begin to move, I steadied myself in my seat and replied, "I'm still a bit too vain to admit I'm old enough to be their grandpa. I just loaded up on the Dasani V, so as long as I don't get a gymnast, I should be okay."
I was waiting for him to say something else when a beautiful woman squealed out and said, "Grandpa, is it really you?"
