Quisha
quisha-boom@blackplanet.com
On the Train
onthetra.txt
Straight
MF, romantic, voyeur

"I want a story," he murmurs in my ear.

"What kind of story?"

"Erotic."

"Erotic?"

"Yes, something good or pornographic."

"You can't be serious," comes out of my mouth as I shift in my seat on the
train. Just him telling me that he wants to hear one of my stories starts my
juices flowing.

Joe takes his hand and turns my face to him, "I am serious." He kisses me gently
on the lips and then looks down at my hands; taking my right he moves it over to
his lap where I can feel that I am not the only one excited by the prospect of a
story.

"Ok, I'll tell it if we act it out together."

"Deal."

Our train is dark. We've been on for a while because we live almost at the last
stop on the subway. It's late and no one else seems to be out.

Remember that scene from Risky Business, the one where they're on the train and
they think they're alone so they do the deed. It's such a hot scene because the
lights of the train stations keep flickering on and off and they are in a
different state of undress each time you get a glimpse of them. What great
directing!

Well, what they didn't know is that we're on the train with them. We're all the
way in the back and watching intently because we can't believe someone would do
this on a train.

We've slumped as low in our seats as we can get without obstructing our view and
now that we really know what's going on up there, we're amazed and quite a bit
aroused ourselves.

We watch as the couple starts to kiss. We can't kiss because we might miss out
on what's going on. I hear you moan and know that you're going to need a little
help, a little pacing if we're going to make it through this. I reach over to
your lap and gently stroke your slightly erect penis. I know how to make it last
with you because we've been together for so long.

About this time the blonde is beginning to straddle the guy and now I'm moaning
because it reminds me of how great it feels to straddle you. I'm a bit of a
power junkie and you know it. You lift the waistband of my skirt and slide your
hand inside my panties. Reaching my button you press slightly causing the first
of my mini-orgasms. There is nothing like being with a man who knows me so well.

As we watch we can tell that they have lost genitalia coverings and are
beginning to press some serious flesh. I'm stroking you steadily by now, but
this isn't going to cut it. You're almost up to your wrist in my cunt and I'm
about to hit another one. I throw caution to the wind and raise myself to
straddle you. Not really that much caution throwing though because they're so
into themselves I'm betting they won't notice us.

I love to feel your cock sliding into my warm wet pussy and have it fill me to
distraction. I always have to take a moment to adjust before moving with you
inside me. Because of the slant of the seat, I can place my knees on either side
of you and raise and lower my body smoothly off and back onto your dick. It is
wonderful and I could stay this way forever.

I'm getting a little vocal by this time. I can never be quiet. How many times
has our cover been blown by my love sounds? "hmmm baby" and "yesssss" and "right
there, right there" are among my favorites. I'm in the throws of a "give it to
me baby" when I realize you're saying something other than what's usually on the
lovemaking menu.

"Honey..." which is usually reserved for around the house.

"Deborah..." trying to be formal are we?

"Baaaabbbby..." that one was half moan half alert but I'm way to close to stop
now. I add a little twist to my move and you can't help but follow suit. Now
we're wailing together and all hope is lost for composure.

I bear down and grind your hips and mine together reaching around your bald head
with both of my arms. "I love you."

"I love you too boo, but....ummm...."

"What?"

You tap me on the shoulder and point for me to look toward the couple we were
watching. As I turn they begin to applaud. I'm so embarrassed that I'm probably
the first black woman to blush. I bury my head in your shoulder blade and you
just rub my back with both hands saying, "well, at least we did good!"