Stranger on a Train

It is the type of informal introduction that you’d rather not deal with. On a packed rush hour subway train more reminiscent of one of those India or Tokyo commuter trains that you see on TV with people literally having to be inside, having someone’s stiff woody pressed tightly against your butt is not the way to go. Fortunately for Autumn it was a good woody, big, strong, the kind of woody that had her curious, but not too curious. The only reason she is tolerating this is because, A) she can’t move, and B) the only alternative is to move up closer to the hot sweaty 320lb guy standing in front of her.

Still there is a desire to turn around and see the guy that’s been giving her a freak show for the last three stops. Normally this type of behavior would freak her out, would’ve had her squeezing between the 320lb guy and the homeless dude running for cover, but right then as horny as she is this special attention felt kind of good. It's been a long while since she's had a dick anywhere near her.

The quest for good loving is the reason that she is on this crazy train trying to make her way to Penn Station so she can head out to the Hampton’s. She’s trying to surprise her fiancé and hopefully get a little good sexing in the process.

She’s been wondering if maybe she is putting a little too much effort into this relationship. They haven’t had sex in months and the fact that her fiancé runs out to the Hampton’s every weekend with out her to hang with friends in a house they are renting makes her wonder if she is stupid or worse, just . Part of her wants to just keep riding this train back to her place in Brooklyn, say the hell with Sam and move on with her life. But that would mean accepting defeat.

Right then her mind was more on the stiff woody pressed firmly against her butt. This is what she get for wearing the tight jeans today. It actually feels good to know that you can turn someone on. Far from ugly Autumn doesn’t really compare herself to Halle Berry. Standing around 5’8” with long athletic legs, ample booty and a slender midsection she is proud of her body. Lord knows that she does a lot to keep it looking good. With her blonde curly looks she’s just never been happy with her face. She thinks that she is just ordinary.

The train stopped but Autumn is still too afraid to glance behind her. She tries to just ignore his manhood firmly planted on her booty but she had to admit that it turned her on in the worse way. Just wondering who this guy was, just curious to see if his dick is as large as it felt against her ass.

She saw the doors open, she saw heads leaving, and heads getting on but there was no movement anywhere around her including Mr. happy that wasn’t giving a inch behind her.

Suddenly the train jerked forward as it began it’s journey. Unfortunately it was a little too sudden and it started a chain reaction of people falling backward. There was nothing that she could do. She was already teetering but when someone bumped her she was falling.
His arm wrapped around her and her back landed comfortably in his hard chest. He barely moved but the fact that she saw an extremely large black hand wrap around her and catch her made her smile.

“Are you okay?” He asked in a deep tenor.

She turned to look at a man that stood a half a foot taller than her. Wearing a T-shirt and jeans and rocking a Yankees cap he also displayed a warm grin that caused her to smile. “Yes, thank you.”

“There’s too many people in here.” He said taking the conversation one sentence too long.

“Yes there is but what can you do?”

“Work third shift.” He said causing her to playfully chuckle.

She didn’t say anything else as she turned and rode. At least he is cute she thought, as if it justified his rubbing his stuff against her booty. Yet there it was stronger and harder than ever right there making her think thoughts that she knew she shouldn't be thinking.