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Subject: {ASSM} Passenger {Mr Slot} (MF tease)
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The following is a work of fiction consisting of adult concepts and
possibly sex.
Do not read if you are not legally permitted. I don’t want the police
on my front doorstep.
You are welcome to read but please don’t distribute without my
permission.
Feel free to make any comments to the author.
Send E-Mail to dalech33@hotmail.com
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Something a little different, well for me anyway. Enjoy
Please excuse the obvious refrence to Pred ; )
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Passenger
I like to think that I am just your average, run of the mill sales
assistant. Hell I even wear a name tag right there on my chest for
the whole world to see. I live in an ordinary house in an ordinary
suburb of an ordinary city. I have ordinary hobbies and ordinary
dreams. I live an ordinary life. But sometimes amazing things happen
to ordinary people.
I catch a train to work every day and, living in an outer suburb, I
usually get a seat before the train gets too crowded. Then it was
simply a case of look out the window till the end of the ride. I know
a lot of you out there would probably prefer to read a good book but
to be honest, reading in a moving vehicle always made me motion sick.
So I was looking out the window when I felt the presence of another
passenger sitting down beside me. Allowing my eyes to focus on their
reflection I quickly noticed that the passenger was a woman about my
age. Long blonde hair put up in a bun, wire frame glasses that look
sexy on any woman and one of those ‘power’ suits popular with the
female executive. She had an air of professionalism about her that
was both sensual and intimidating. My mother didn’t raise me to be
easily intimidated so I decided to strike up a conversation, perhaps
in an attempt to ask her out.
“Hi”
Well ok, it was not one of the world’s greatest opening lines but it
was a start. No response so I tried again.
“Morning.”
She didn’t even look at me. Just a quick acknowledgment of my
greeting and that was it. I decided to try a little harder.
“Nice morning isn’t it?” I said, as rain started to patter against the
windows of the speeding train. Beautiful timing. I waited to see
what her reply would be. I waited for nearly five minutes. Nothing.
Not a damn thing. With a sigh I went back to watching the rain sodden
landscape rush by. Then I felt a breath as light as a feather on my
ear.
“I’m wet.”
If my eyes had gotten any bigger they would of shot out their sockets
and bounced off the window glass in front of me. I turned to my
fellow passenger to see her looking straight ahead. She didn’t look
at me, not even out of the corner of her eye. It was like I didn’t
exist. I must have imagined it. Yes, that was it, I had imagined
that she had said such a thing. There is no way a woman like this
would whisper “I’m wet” in my ear. Obviously I was projecting my
sexual fantasies on her. I looked towards the front of the train,
trying to gather my thoughts when I felt that breath again.
“My pussy is dripping.”
I turned quickly to see her looking forward again.
“Excuse me?” I said. I was sure she had spoken that time. But again
she refused to acknowledge me. Damn this was starting to drive me
nuts. Was she saying these things or not? Was I going quietly
insane? An image of my self running naked up and down the aisles of
the train yelling “The Martians are Coming” rose up in front of me.
“I need a cock inside me.”
I turned my head so fast that I could hear the tendons crack in
surprise. She was still looking forward but I could see just the hint
of a smile on her lips. Omigod, it was her. She was actually doing
this. I decided to make a move.
“It is you whispering into my ear isn’t it?”
No response. Not a thing. God dammit what the hell was she doing?
Then an idea struck me. I turned to look towards the front of the
train again. That familiar breath was not long in coming.
“I need a cock to fuck my wet pussy’”
I wasn’t going to turn. I was going to stay watching forward.
Nothing would get me to turn. I could play this game to.
“I need someone to lick my pussy. To run their tongue gently over my
pussy lips. To slowly ease them apart.”
So that was it huh? She was playing a game. As long as I kept facing
forward she would keep up her teasing. And that was basically what
she was doing, trying to tease me. But it was not going to work. I
was made of stronger stuff than that. Now if I could just hide this
raging hard-on of mine.
“Do you want to do that to me? Do you want to lick my pussy? Would
that turn you on?”
A light sweat broke out on my brow
“Would it turn you on to hear me moan as you tongued my pussy? Would
it make you hard knowing that you could make me cum at any time, just
by licking my slit.”
I gave a nervous cough. I was determined not to let her get to me.
“Do you want to gently suck my clit? Do you want to slide your
fingers into my dripping pussy? Do you want to hear me moan your
name?”
Nope. Not at all. To be honest you don’t turn me on at all. You’re
a scrag, a whore, an ugly bitch. Oh god this was killing me.
“Do you have a big cock? Does it harden and throb at the thought of
screwing me? Would it jerk at the touch of my breath? Would you groan
at the touch of my hand as it slowly encircled your shaft?
Sweat was pouring off me now. I moved my bag on my lap to allow my
cock a little breathing room. But there was no way I was taking it
completely off my lap.
“Would you like the feeling of my tongue as it ran gently over the
head of your cock? Would you groan as I ran one nail down the under
side of your shaft till it reached your balls?”
I could feel every vibration as the train ran along its rails. I used
to think the ride was fairly smooth till now. Every join in the track
seemed to echo through my body.
“Can you feel my hot breath on your balls? Can you feel my tongue as
it darts out to touch them oh so briefly? Can you feel my mouth
enclose your balls in moist warmth?
I swear to god that this teasing was driving me insane. Every word
she spoke was bouncing off the inside of my skull and penetrating
deeply into my brain.
“Can you feel my tongue as it slides up your shaft? Can you feel it
as it plays across the ridge of your head? Can you feel my mouth
envelop you?”
This was turning into one of the most intense sexual experiences of my
life. My vision was starting to cloud. My groin was incredibly hot.
I could feel sweat running down the inside of my thighs.
“Can you feel my hair as it cascades down over your hips. Can you
feel my mouth move further down your shaft? Can you feel the tip of
your cock press against the back of my throat?”
And that when I noticed it. In my state of heightened sexual
awareness I could here the slight tremor in her voice. I could feel
her breath becoming heavier. It was getting her off. Talking dirty
to a complete stranger on a crowded train was getting her excited.
Really excited. My nose could pick up that smell that a woman in heat
has. Even over the perfume and aftershave of the crowded conditions
could not mask that smell. It was like ambrosia to my sex-starved
mind.
“Can you feel my tongue swirl around the tip of your cock? Can you
feel my hand cradle your balls?”
And I’ll be damned if I didn’t actually feel it. Every move, every
action she described was translating itself to my nervous system. I
could feel her working on me. I could feel her touch on me. And by
god it was making me incredibly horny.
“Can you feel me straddle you? Can you feel your cock as it presses
against the entrance to my pussy? Can you feel it as I slowly impale
myself on you? Can you feel my nipples brush against you lips as I
lean forward?”
I wanted to take her right there and then. I wanted to tear our
clothes off and fuck her on that crowded train. And I wanted them all
to watch as I brought this goddess to orgasm. I wanted them to see me
fuck her until she screamed my name, until I came deep inside her,
until we collapsed in utter exhaustion.
“Can you feel me as I rock back and forth on your monstrous cock? Can
you feel my pussy clamp down on you? Can you…. Oh God!”
She was cuming; I knew it in my heart. It was the most incredibly
sensual thing I had ever heard. And it had more effect on me than
anything she had said up till then. I groaned softly as I came right
there, sitting on a crowded train as a goddess groaned into my ear. I
knew I would be carrying my bag in front of me as I walked from the
train station to work. And to tell you the truth, I didn’t give a
shit. I turned to look at my co-passenger. Aside from a slight
reddening of the cheeks there did not seem to be anything to even hint
at what had just happened. I thought about talking to her, about
thanking her, about asking her name. But I knew she would ignore
anything I said. It was part of the game.
She got off at the stop before mine. She didn’t look back, didn’t say
goodbye. She just got up and walked off the train.
“Is that the end?” I hear you ask. “Did you ever see her again?”
Well yes, I did see her again. She was on the same train a couple of
weeks after our little experience. She was whispering into the ear of
the man she was sitting next too. He seemed to be confused at first
but he soon worked out the rules of the game. And when she got off I
swear she looked at me and gave me a secretive little smile.
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It's always funny till someone gets hurt...
and then it's absolutely friggin hysterical
--- Running with scissors.
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