I sat on the train,my nose buried in a book, my body cloaked in every warm item thatscattered the floor of my room that morning. The Chicago weather hadjust turned rigidly cold, a cold that had slipped my memory with allthe hot summer fun of the previous year. Once again, it was time tobundle myself to bare the frigid Midwestern air that blew from LakeMichigan, whipping between each of the tall buildings to hit you likea freight truck, finding every nook and cranny in your full-body ofwinter armor.
A look far fromsexy, my full-length f aux down coat was zipped clear up to my mouthwhich was covered in a red scarf. I had pulled my hood over mygigantic knit red hat in hopes of fending off the piercing breezesold man winter flung my way. Somehow, winter still managed to slipits icy fingers between the teeth of my zipper and breathe its mintyair between the spaces in my scarf. Entering the train was a blessingand the the perfect protection from the vengeful winter. I quicklygrabbed the seat nearest the door, not caring who I pushed out of theway to sit down. With a sigh, I reached in my bag and pulled out mycopy of Little Birds, transfixed by the exploits of the characters.
He entered thetrain in his casual thug style. Ear buds firmly implanted in theconcaves of his ears, he nodded his head to the heavy bass thatflowed from his black IPOD. He leaned against the pair of doors onthe opposite side of the train, a practice seriously frowned upon bythe CTA but giving me full view of his his urban warrior stance.
His thumb beat intime to the house music issuing from an IPOD I hoped was stolen fromsome yuppie on the corner of Milwaukee and Damen as he scanned thetrain with his large brown eyes. My breath shortened as his muscularleft hand holding the ipod caught my eye and the tanned musclesrippled as he turned the IPOD towards his face to change the song. Even the words of Anais Nin couldn't distract my thoughts of thisurban Adonis. His muscular hands flashed in my mind, removing theouter articles of my clothing as his lips whispered dirty needs intomy ear and I felt his breath on my neck.
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Realizing mybundled appearance was a poor representation of the hotness growingbeneath its protection, I pulled the hood from head, along with myknitted cap and casually unzipped my sleeping bag-like jacket to midchest. I loosened the scarf I had meticulously fixed around my uppertorso and attempted to primp my appearance in hopes of looking atleast half as appealing as the makeup ed blond girl sitting to myright, clutching her latest purchase from Marshall Fields. After mygrand disrobing, I pretended to go back to my book in order to oglemy train crush over the pages of a book, the title of which I was tooturned on to think about.
Excerpts of fantasyraced through my mind as I gazed as my urban Adonis. His fictionalhand lifting my bra, guiding my head, pinching bits of flesh and hislips tracing saliva in various crevices of my flesh. He felt my gazeand swiftly turned his head my way. A grin crossed his solid face andhe nodded his head in acknowledgment of my heady gaze. My heartskipped and I nervously transfixed my eyes back to the page, wishingI had only imagined his acknowledgment to save myself embarrassment. I slowly raised my head once more to find him still grinning in mydirection.
Feeling more boldthan I typically am, I gave a coy grin, emphasizing the sexualglimmer in my eye with a soft nod in his direction.
The train doorsopened and the rush freezing air jolted me out of the alternateuniverse where a gorgeous tan-skinned thug wished to caress the bodyof a bookish girl sexually aching to live the life of Anais Nin.
“This is Halsted. ”announced the computer-like manly voice of the train announcement. “Doors open on the left at Halsted. ”
Realizing the trainhad arrived at my stop while I had been deep in fantasy, I jumped up,closing my book and rushed off the train and onto the frigid platformwhich was oddly uninhabited despite it being the middle of the day.
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Iheard footsteps behind me as I made for the elevator to re-dress (puton, lace up, etc. look up) my winter wear and as I reached thethreshold, I realized it was my gorgeous thug joining me in theelevator. I lost my breath and braced myself against the silverrailing of the elevator as his sexy grin returned and he slyly pushedthe stop button once the doors has shut. I had expected an alarm tosound alerting the cta workers of the stopped elevator but he must'veknown what he was doing for no alarm sounded and there was no ctaworker in sight once the elevator was caught between the two floors.
He said nothing ashe approached me, his hands outstretched to place his hands on thebulge of my breasts. Through the padded jacket, I felt theelectricity of his touch. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed meas deeply as I had imagined. I equaled his pushes as I grasped hiships and pulled his pelvis towards mine, lifting my lower rear ontothe silver railing and opening my legs while he unzipped the zipperto my long jacket and roughly grabbed the underside of my thighs,lifting my knees to his shoulders and pushing himself between mylegs.
We stayed wrappedin this erotic position, rubbing our encased sensitive areas againstone another, our breath exiting in soft white spurts against the coldair accompanied by moans of wanting pleasure.
His lips traced themuscles in my neck and were quickly followed by his teeth, tasting myflesh as his hands lifted my bra and roughly kneaded them once theybounced out of their encasing.
“We have tohurry. ” he breathed in a raspy en passioned voice.
“Yeah,” was allI could swiftly come up with, not wanting to waste the time withwords.
He undid the topbutton of my jeans and lowered the zipper as I did the same to him. He pulled off my pants and pushed my naked ass back onto the railing,lifting my legs and offering his exposed cock perfect admittance tomy wet pussy.
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Without hesitation and before I could get a good lookat it, he guided the hard tip of his dick to the entrance of my cuntand eased it inside, lifting my knees higher. The next second, hepushed his hardness deeper with a grateful groan. I could barelycatch my breath in the dryness of the winter air and greatly enjoyedthe freezing suffocation in juxtaposition to my wet heated longingbeing fed in rhythmic pace.
I came quicker thanI had cum in months, the muscles of my cunt hugging his largeerection and erupting as his pace quickened. He pulled himself out ofme when I was done and pulled me off the railing. His hands graspedmy hips and he turned me around, placing his left hand on the back ofmy neck, wordlessly instructing me to bend over. I placed my hands onthe cold glass, bracing myself for his entrance which was as rough asI had hoped it would be. Without warning, he dove his entire erectioninto my dripping cunt, leveraging himself with the hand thatconstrained my upper back. The pull his cock had on my drying pussymade his cock rub roughly against my enlarged clit. His right handpulled back and he smacked the right side of my pale ass, leaving amark that grew pinker with the few smacks that followed. Knowing Ihad already cum, his intention was purely for his own subsequentexplosion as he quickened the pace of his pounding, moving his handsfrom behind my neck to hold my hips in place. I looked over myshoulder to enjoy the ecstatic contortion of his features while hewatched his cock go in and out of my wet hole.
He let out a longgrunt as his juice spurted into my pussy and I let out a moan myself,feeling my experience complete with his cum fresh in my cunt.
We both quicklypulled up our jeans and fixed out clothing as our passion subsidedinto the satisfaction a good fucking can give. He pushed the buttonto the first floor and I smoothed my hair with my hands.
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I took adeep breath, enjoying the release of tension that follows gettingoff.
“Thanks,” hesaid in a deep voice as the elevator doors opened
“Yeah,” I said“You too. ” as I took my first step off the elevator.
I looked back andwaved while the elevator doors shut and he replaced the ear buds tohis ears.
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