The newspaper was drenched by the time he reached the subway station and
it was doing little good for him. In a frustrated fling, Devlin tossed
the soaked paper into a nearby trash bin and trudged down the steps to
the platform below the streets, where the rain could no longer ruin what
was left of a forgettable day.
He squeezed through the crowd of waiting passengers and found a
comfortable respite, leaning against a pole underneath a sign that read:
"Eastbound." He slumped his shoulders and stared at the grimy platform
under his soaking shoes and watched as water dripped off his nose and to
the platform, forming a puddle of misery. All he wanted to do was get
home, take off his clothes and pound his heavy bag into submission.
Maybe hit the stationary bike for a good hour, as well. Anything to burn
off this boundless frustration. He flexed various muscles in his aching
body, trying to awaken them. His pecs, still sore from the morning
workout, rippled underneath his shirt and he considered a stop at the
new-age massage therapy center down the street from the subway stop.
Hopefully, that college-age masseuse with those large, doe eyes is
available, he thought.
As he considered the 25 minute train ride to his stop and the
aforementioned destination, Devlin glanced up as he heard the train's
brake's squealing from down the tunnel. Through the maze of blank, weary
faces, he caught the eyes of an angel. Or at least that's what he
thought. She was looking back at him with a slight grin until she
realized he caught her daze and she quickly looked away. Her look was
intriguingly innocent, yet teasingly inviting.
Devlin fixed his own gaze with curiosity and intent.
She was fed up with the whole ordeal. After three interviews, an
innumerable amount of cute, flirty smiles and putting up with several
wandering eyes that seemed far more interested in the contents of her
blouse than the contents of her resume, Meggan had enough. And the rude
woman who refused to share a cab with her was still burning in the back
of her mind, for now her hair was soaking wet and she could feel water
dripping down the back of her neck. She didn't even want to see what she
looked like in the reflection of the two-way mirrors outside the subway
security office. She knew it wasn't the same image she was so proud of
in the bathroom mirror that morning, when the promise of the day
energized her with hope.
What made it worse, was that she was on tonight, the eight-to-two
shift. Another night of waitressing tables. She had hoped to finally be
able to walk into that place tonight and tell sleazy Stevie she'd honor
the last few days on the schedule and then she'd be a memory. Instead,
she'll be asking him for hours next week. And he'd be telling her to
wear tighter clothing. The thought made her stomach burn.
As she stretched her neck in a circle, she saw him leaning on the pole.
For whatever reason, she felt a curiosity about him. He looked so
rumpled and tired. One of those over-worked, under-appreciated types who
probably used to love what he did for a living and did it with unbridled
passion until he was fucked over by the system that quickly stifled his
flame. Meggan knew how he felt. The system had been giving it to her
pretty good since she left college. So many times she feels ready to
give up, too.
As she looked into his tired eyes, her mind wandered about how he
looked so much like she felt. As she gazed at him, she felt a bead of
cold rain water slide down her spine. It gave her a chill. But it was a
welcome chill, one that shook her body awake and made her appendages
tingle. She felt her nipples harden against her damp bra underneath her
wet blouse. She grinned slightly at the sensation.
Then, she realized he was looking back at her. Embarrassed, she quickly
looked away. But not before she was able to lock eyes with him for a
brief moment. She felt his gaze on her as the train pulled into the
station.
The train was getting so crowded and Sarah could feel herself tensing
up. It was bad enough she forgot to check the weather report before she
left early this morning and took only a lightweight jacket with her, but
the downpour of rain that started falling on the city around noon and
hadn't let up since left her a soaking mess. She twisted her dripping
long blonde hair to wring out some rainwater and pulled it over one
shoulder. She then folded her saturated jacket over a rail next to the
seat and took a deep breath. She could feel the cold wetness of her
shirt against her skin and the stockings over her feet as well. Her
shoes were ruined. She couldn't wait to get home, peel off everything,
put on a Harry Connick, Jr. CD and slip into a hot bath.
As more people stepped onto the train, Sarah reached for her shopping
bag and pulled it between her feet. As the train moved on again to the
next stop, she realized in her rush to the station she crumpled some of
the new clothes she had just purchased in her afternoon of therapeutic
spending. She leaned over to re-arrange the items in the bag, hoping
they had not been affected by the pouring rain. She carefully closed a
plastic bag around that gorgeous while silk shirt she found at Harve
Bernard and then folded a soft cotton knit shirt she adored and rolled a
skirt to one side of the bag. Underneath, she felt the red satin panties
and bra she bought at the Frederick's downtown. Her thoughts quickly
turned to the image of her in the dressing room mirror, looking so
daring an erotic in red satin. Her boyfriend would be impressed. Maybe
this would keep him home from "boys night out" on Friday. Or better yet,
she thought, maybe it would be a fun thing to wear when she and Jill
finally drink enough wine to get up the nerve to explore the curiosity
that has existed between them during those zinfandel-and-cheese nights
watching old movies while the boys are playing pool at the club.
She finished arranging the bag and slid it under the seat. She sat back
against the seat and leaned her head against the window. She crossed her
legs and relaxed, thinking about her boyfriend, Mark. And also about
Jill.
Devlin had followed those mysterious gazing eyes through the crowd
cautiously, trying to find which car she chose. As the bells rang to
signal the doors closing, he slipped into the nearest car and found
himself surrounded by people. She was no where in sight. Still, he
continued to scan the car.
Meggan was caught in the rush of bustling commuters and found herself
well into the car. An older gentleman stood up and offered his seat to
her and after numerous "no-thank-yous," she finally accepted. She leaned
her head back against the window and held her bag on her lap. The chilly
sensation in her spine was still there, though it had subsided some. She
crossed her legs, pressing her thighs tightly together. The vibration of
the rumbling car maintained the feeling. She was feeling herself slip
away and slowly, the car began to empty at each stop. She closed her
eyes.
As passengers exited the car at each stop, Devlin peered out the
windows to see if she had gotten off. He slumped into a seat once the
car started to empty out and checked the stops. Only two left. He leaned
facing forward and looked out the window. He began to wonder about the
girl in the station. He figured it was a passing-ships sort of thing and
tried to get her out of his mind. He started thinking again of the
massage that awaited him. The doe-eyed college girl who smelled like
sweet honey and dutifully serviced him well at the end of each massage.
He could use it now.
Meggan opened her eyes to check the stop and realized her's was next.
Then, she noticed a blonde woman sitting across from her, who was
bending forward to arrange her bag. She had taken off her jacket and
hung it over the side of the seat to dry and her blouse was soaking wet.
Her large breasts hug firmly in the wet shirt, which had accidentally
opened three buttons down, exposing a deep cleavage and lacy white bra.
She had a beauty mark on her right breast and a thin gold necklace that
hung around her neck. As the woman shuffled her bag, Meggan couldn't
help but steal peeks at the free skin show. It was thrilling to peek
upon a forbidden image. The woman sat back up and, without noticing
Meggan's stare, leaned back against the seat. Her breasts laid out
softly under the blouse, with her nipples still quite visible
underneath. She crossed her legs in front of Meggan, who felt a lump in
her throat when she spied the hint of white satin slip under her skirt.
Her legs were thick, but toned and her hips curved generously to the
seat.
"She must have a great ass," Meggan wondered, suddenly surprising
herself with the thought.
As the train raced out of a tunnel and out to elevated tracks, Sarah
noticed a young woman sitting across from her. Was she checking me out?
It was a startling, yet exciting possibility. Without lifting her head
from the window, Sarah watched the young woman look her over, following
her shins up to her thighs and her blouse. The young woman seemed
infatuated and took innocent glances. Sarah's heart beat quickened with
excitement as she was sure the young woman was clearly giving her the
once-over.
Devlin was ready to get up from the seat for his stop when he noticed
the young woman sitting in the middle of the train. He turned slowly and
saw she was sitting across from another woman, and the two seemed to be
looking at each other. Perhaps they were friends, he thought, figuring
any chance to approach the young woman would be futile with a friend in
earshot. He leaned against the seat and watched her from the front of
the train. She and the woman across from her were sitting in nearly the
same position. But as the young woman was sitting up, with her head down
but her eyes clearly up looking at the woman, the woman had her head
back, but seemed to be looking back at the young woman from under her
half-closed eyelids.
This is interesting, he said to himself as the train doors closed and
the ride continued on.
Meggan's eyes glanced up from the woman's body and she was startled to
see the woman looking back at her. Oh my God, Meggan thought to herself.
Caught! With her body trembling with nerves, she managed a polite smile
and quickly turned her head away. But her embarrassment wasn't as strong
as her curiosity and Meggan glanced back to the woman, who returned the
smile warmly and, Meggan thought, with a hint of seduction.
The train was slowing down and came to a stop at a strange place. Sarah
and Meggan snapped out of their infatuating stares to look out the
window.
"Oh no!" Sarah said with a slight giggle.
Meggan gasped.
Devlin, sitting about 25 feet away but hidden by a partition in the car,
realized it too.
They had each missed their stops. The train was at the railyard.
Rain pounded hard against the top of the car as Meggan and Sarah
laughed at their absent-mindedness. There was a slight awkward silence
before a light conversation began between them. First it was a concern
about how they would get back to their stations. Sarah said she had a
cell phone and would call the police. Meggan agreed it was a good idea.
After a call, the police said they were safe and to simply call the
train office and then get someone to pick them up. While Sarah called,
Meggan moved over to her seat and stood next to her, leaning on a pole
as she listened to the conversation. It was a recording. The train
office was closed. Meggan started to giggle at their misforturne and
Sarah smiled back at her. This young woman has such a carefree spirit,
she thought. It made her feel less stressed about the situation. Meggan
enjoyed how she felt safe with the woman and how they both seemed to be
able to laugh off the situation.
Standing over her, Meggan also managed another peek down Sarah's open,
damp blouse, as Sarah made another call, this time to a cab company.
"I'll get us a ride out of here," she said, dialing the number. As
Meggan continued to study Sarah's features - soft, blonde hair, thick,
red lips and the cutest little ears - Sarah pleaded with the cap
operator to send a cab to the railyard. Finally, she was told one would
come in an hour. She hung up the phone and as she looked up, she caught
Meggan eyeing her. Or was she?
Across to the other side of the car, Devlin slumped into his seat and
stifled his own laugh. He couldn't believe he missed his stop and what
was even more funny was that two other women did the same. He looked out
the window across the barren yard as rain poured down. He then looked
back at the two women and decided to entertain himself for a while. He
didn't want to startle them or scare them by his presence, so he
remained slumped in the seat, with just enough of a view down the aisle
to see them.
Meggan realized Sarah had caught her peeking and tried to laugh it off.
"We're both soaked to the skin," she smiled, pulling at her own
rain-soaked blouse. Sarah looked down at her shirt and realized the
buttons had opened to her cleavage. So that's what she was looking at!
She looked back up at Meggan and smiled. "Ugh, I know," Sarah said,
patting the soft skin of her exposed upper chest. "Can't wait to get
myself out of these clothes."
The thought sent a tingle through Meggan's body and she blurted out,
"Neither can I." She then realized what she said and giggled. Sarah
smiled, admiring the unbridled honesty of her new friend. She also
admired the energy and willingness in her eyes and the excitement in her
sweet voice. Fueled by a giddy confidence and a playful carefree
attitude, Meggan decided to push her luck.
"Well, there's no one else here, right?" she smiled, glancing around
the train. Devlin was well protected by the rows of seats and descending
dusk that had darkened his end of the car. Sarah opened her bag of
fresh, new and, most importantly, dry, clothes and considered her
options. "I'm changing right here!" she exclaimed.
Meggan's eyes widened with excitement. She wouldn't dare! But as Meggan
sat into a seat just in front, Sarah was already unbuttoning the few
remaining buttons on her damp blouse. Devlin couldn't believe what he
was seeing. Neither could Meggan, who felt an urge to join her company,
but hesitated a moment. She was enjoying the show and continued to sit
in the seat, allowing her hand to stroke her neck softly and
occasionally brush across her breasts. Out of the corner of her eye,
Sarah saw this. After the last button came undone and the blouse was
pulled out of her skirt, Sarah allowed the shirt to slide down her
shoulders to her wrists. She laid it over the seat in front of Meggan,
who's shyness escaped her. The two were locked in a gaze as Sarah
continued to undress. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. The
straps fell to her elbows and the cups dropped from her large breasts.
Her nipples were dark red and hard and Meggan felt her mouth water.
As Sarah sat in the seat across the aisle, Meggan moved her hands to
the buttons on her own shirt. One by one, the buttons were released and
the shirt pulled open, revealing her ample breasts sitting comfortably
in lace cups. Sarah leaned against her seat and felt herself getting
wet. Meggan's hands moved over her breasts and down her stomach. She
moved her leg up to the seat and hiked her skirt to mid-thigh. Her left
hand caressed her bare stomach while her right hand explored her thigh.
Feeling so comfortable and free with this half-naked stranger before
her, Meggan allowed herself to be lost in a fantasy.
Sarah watched attentively and was turned on by Meggan's moves.
Suddenly, changing into fresh dry clothes wasn't a priority. Sarah moved
to Meggan's seat and began running her fingers over Meggan's soft legs.
Her skin was so smooth. So tight. Sarah's hands continued to slide up
and down, advancing to the knee and eventually to her thigh. Meggan
looked to Sarah and smiled. It felt nice, having someone appreciate her.
Sarah leaned in and kissed Meggan's thigh. With Meggan's stomach
fluttering with excitement, Sarah reached for Meggan's waist and
unzipped her skirt. The to slowly, carefully undressed each other. They
explored each other's skin, legs, thighs, stomachs. Lips touched skin,
fingers stroked nipples. Meggan ran her fingers through Sarah's long
blonde hair and pulled it over her shoulders so it fell over her
breasts. Sarah leaned over Meggan and ran her tongue over her ear,
nibbling on her lobe. Both began to press against each other, working up
into a nervous excitement.
In what felt like an eternity but took only moments, Sarah had plunged
deep into Meggan's burning, wet and wanting bush. Her entire body
clenched. A light gasp turned into a sigh and Meggan had released. Sarah
swallowed one taste and licked her lips.
Devlin had almost lost his mind. Was this really happening? He was in
amazed with what had transpired right before his eyes. He leaned out
into the aisle slight more, trying to glimpse as much as he could.
Meggan was now sitting up, her mouth working Sarah's naked breasts with
Sarah's head tilted back. Meggan's bra had come loose, but was still
over her breasts and she leaned back again to allow Sarah to remove the
bra, strap-by-strap, with her teeth. Sarah then began to lick dutifully
on Meggan's nipples. The two traded turns, licking each other's necks,
breasts and then pulling into a deep kiss. Both continued to plunge into
the fantasy.
Devlin felt himself get rock hard inside his suit pants. He
involuntarily began to stroke himself through the pants, enjoying the
private show. As he leaned more into the aisle, to see more of the
action.
That's when Sarah noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Did
she just see something? She looked again and realized they weren't
alone. Meggan felt Sarah's attention shift and looked up. "What is it?"
she whispered in a gasping breath. Sarah nodded toward Devlin, who
froze. Meggan smiled when she met his eyes. It was that guy from the
station. He was watching them.
Devlin swallowed hard. I'm dead. He smiled nervously at the naked
women, who glared back. After a momentary, uneasy silence, Sarah turned
her backside toward Devlin and turned her attention back towards Meggan.
Devlin enjoyed the full view of Sarah's ripe, round ass, full and white,
with a hint of lips peeking from underneath. Meggan's eyes remained on
Devlin while Sarah slid her tongue down her torso. Devlin stood up and
laid his rain coat and suit jacket on the seat. He pulled off his tie
and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. He slowly walked toward them, trading
glances with Meggan, who was impressed with his tight pecs and thick
shoulders. Devlin pulled his undershirt over his head and reached his
hands to Sarah's behind. Meggan continued to watch him and Devlin slid
his hands underneath to Sarah's waiting wet pussy. His fingers moved in
and around inside her and Sarah's tongue returned to Meggan's clit.
Between slurps, Sarah would groan lightly, letting Devlin know he'd hit
the right spots. Devlin then pulled his hand away and slid it up Sarah's
bare back to Meggan's mouth. Meggan licked the wet fingers and sucked
them dry.
Devlin unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. He teased Sarah's
behind with it, running his rock hardness against her soft skin. She
then pushed herself onto it and he thrust himself inside her. Meggan
kept her eyes on Devlin, all the while enjoying Sarah's attention to her
hot spots. Devlin eyes Meggan's bare breasts, bouncing lightly as she
shivered with delight. Meggan licked her lips and caressed her stomach.
Sarah stretched her butt into the air as Devlin slammed his cock into
her. Devlin's mind had suddenly been taken far away from the rain-soaked
run to the subway and the sopping wet newspaper.
Sarah then moved up from Meggan's crotch and motioned for Devlin to lay
over the seat, which he did and then Sarah invited Meggan to straddled
his waist. Sarah teased Meggan with his cock, licking it clean after she
slid it inside her. Sarah then lifted her leg over Devlin's head,
lowering herself over his mouth. Devlin didn't hesistate, driving his
tongue into her sweet, wet pussy. Sarah and Meggan then continued to
play, kissing and fondling and nibbling. Meggan felt her body begin to
sweat, as the hard cock inside her and Sarah's tongue on her breasts had
her in ecstasy.
She was close, so close. She wanted Sarah to feel this, too. She could
feel as she pushed harder down on Devlin, he would dig deeper into Sarah
with his tongue. So she pushed down and down, harder and deeper and
could see Sarah's face tighten. Sweat emanated from each of them as the
two women started to reach orgasm. Devlin's cock was sore, his tongue
ached, but he continued to work. He could cum at any time, but he held
off. The dance continued.
Sarah was the first to find her orgasm, as Devlin's tongue and watching
Meggan ride him so hard put her in a frenzy. She groaned and gasped and
her body clenched. After her release, she moved behind Meggan, to help
her finish. Devlin leaned up and watched, pumping hard as Meggan gyrated
on him. Sarah rubbed her sweaty breasts and licked her ear. Meggan
whimpered, she cried softly. Devlin couldn't hold it much longer. Meggan
pushed down hard once more and then came. She sighed and sighed, kissing
Sarah deeply.
The three then slumped into the seat, noticing the windows had fogged
completely on the train.
After a short rest, headlights could be seen from outside. After a car
door slam, a voice cackled in broken English:
"Anybody call for a cab?"
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