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From: "Lou Moran" <ellem52@mail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Hand Cream
Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 17:10:02 -0500
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Train Stories :: Hand Cream
ellem52@mail.com
MF
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Can you vote in the USA?  Does sex make you happy?  Got a good
grip on reality vs fantasy?  If you answered YES to these
questions read on.
---
Every breath in Manhattan created a cotton ball puff of steam in
the sub zero weather.  Nearly everyone was bundled in layers of
cloth.  Susan walked briskly to Penn Station.  Usually she'd be
in her Nike's but it was so cold she'd left her boots on.  Her
gloved hands ached from the cold.
She ran to her track and quickly ducked into the train past the
crowds that had been waiting for the 5:53.  Being a pretty young
woman in Manhattan had certainly been everything her brother had
promised it would be.  People opened doors, deli clerks refused
her money, and Policemen seemed very concerned about her safety.
Although all the window seats were taken there was a thin man
huddled against the window.  He looked like he might sleep all
the way home so she sat next to him. 
The train was very warm, which was totally unexpected.  Susan
peeled her coat, scarf and sweater off.  She noticed that the
sleeping man now had an eye opened at her.  He was looking at her
so intently he didn't notice her looking at him looking at her.
She was long and dressed impeccably, he thought.  She wore thin
leather knee boots with a skinny seam of a zipper, black
stockings and a black skirt that stopped shy of her knees.  Her
white blouse was un intentionally see through, but with the harsh
fluorescent lighting he could make out her flat stomach and very
full breasts wrapped tightly in a white tank top.  Her mouth was
so sexy, her bright red lips contrasted with her pale skin.  Her
eyes were electric blue... and looking right back at him.
Susan smiled disarmingly and the man offered a quick, "Sorry," as
she pulled her leather gloves off of her hands.  The gloves were
throw backs to the 50's.  They were overly long, where today's
gloves would have stopped at her wrists, these stopped in her
forearms.  They were demurely sexy and Susan knew it.
She and her brother had many conversations about sex and
sexuality.  He'd been quite frank with her since before she'd
even hit puberty.  He was 6 years older than her and he'd tried
to warn her about what men would want and expect from her due to
her looks and body shape.  He warned her to no avail, she used
most of his precautions as road map to dominating the other sex.
While Susan knew she was beautiful she was also fiercely
intelligent.  A combination her brother had insisted would lead
her to great heights.
Susan thought about her brother and he dashing good looks.  While
she knew it was extremely vain to be attracted to him as they
looked alike she couldn't help but think about what a sexual
encounter with him would be like.  They had snuck glances at each
other naked many times.  Often she'd felt he was exposing himself
to her, while Susan often tortured him with her naked body.  She
squeezed hand cream into her left and began rubbing her hands
together, rubbing the cream up her arms.
She knew he was looking at her.  While she had nothing to gain
from this encounter just knowing there was a man sitting next to
her getting hard on her account was exciting.  She continued to
fantasize about her brother and his excellent physique.  His
thick, strong thighs and rock hard ass.  And of course about his
meaty cock.  Susan had never seen him erect and often tried to
catch him in that state.   Once at a party she noticed his bulge
in a pair of swim trunks as one of her friends molested him in
lawn chair.  He looked like he'd split a woman in two.
Her eyes were closed as she imagined her brother fucking her on
their parent's bed.  Her hand rubbing was making her seat partner
painfully erect.  The blonde next to him was breathing deeply in
a controlled, but insistent manner.   Her legs were squeezing
together from her leather wrapped ankles to her hips.  And her
hand rubbing looked more like hand wringing as she deeply
massaged herself.
He'd never touched himself in public before this girl was driving
him crazy.  Her right leg pushed up against the back of the seat
in front of her and she grabbed her own stockinged thigh.  Her
skirt slid up her leg.  He could see the tops of her thigh high
stocking, but not her flesh.  He pushed on his erection with his
left hand trying, vainly to get it to go away.
Susan imagined her well hung brother screwing her the way her
girlfriends had told her he'd screwed them:  Doggie Style.  She'd
teased him many times slapping her beautifully heart shaped ass
in many pairs of skin tight jeans and club clothes.  Tight and
shiny was his favorite combination and she'd learned well from
him.  He held her by her hips, in her fantasy, and was thrusting
her to orgasm.
Susan bit her lip as the feelings got intense enough for her to
gasp.  She suddenly realized she was sitting in public and tried
to quickly compose herself.  Her legs were still coursing with
that delicious feeling but she could not squeeze it away.  She
smoothed her skirt down her legs and looked over at the sleeper
against the window.
He wasn't sleeping.  He was pushed against the window, as if he
were recoiling from her.  He looked flush and she noticed his
hands rigidly gripping his thighs.  And his huge erection.
"Oh my God," she thought aloud.  Susan realized he'd heard this
as he squeezed his thighs tightly.
"I, I," he stuttered.
"Shhh, pull it out," she purred opening her hand cream tube and
squeezing a large dollop out into her hands.  She threw her hips
and sat on her left hip, showing her ass to the man across the
aisle.  She grabbed the huge pink cock her skinny admirer
produced with her greasy hands.  
It took two hands to haul this monster in, and Susan used them to
stroke him.  She plucked his balls out of his opened pants and
began rubbing the head of his dick and the shaft like she was
pulling a condom on him.  His manhood was warm to the touch and
Susan surmised she was the best looking woman that ever laid
hands on this mess of a man.
How many women in his office over looked him never once
contemplating that this horny little man had a cock like a porn
star?  She worked him fast.  Her tits bounced and she knew that
was making him harder.  She pushed her tits together with her
upper arms and licked her lips for him.  He gasped out loud.
"Shhhh baby.  We can't let everyone know what we're doing."
She tugged on his massive pole and the cream oozed between her
fingers.  She grappled with the base of his shaft barely able to
wrap her hands around it while she used her other hand to
simulate the feeling of his battering ram sized sex smashing
against the back of some lucky woman's pussy.  She imagined he'd
leave her a total mess if he got that fuck stick inside her.
The more Susan looked at him the more he looked like an ugly
Steve Buscemi.  Susan began thinking about what the ugly men in
her office were packing under their belts.  His cock was
beautiful.  Long, thick and massive vein along the side that she
could feel pulsing in her hands.  She imagined she was getting
him off like no other woman ever had before.
She was right.  No one, certainly no one this beautiful had ever
touched him like this.  No one had ever done this to him in
public.  He writhed under her deft manipulation of his tool.  She
was using her whole body to jerk him off.  He grabbed her leg and
groaned, "I'm going to cum!"
Susan grabbed her long glove and wrapped it around the head of
his gushing cock and pumped the cum out of him.  He looked
shattered.  His eyes were wide open and his mouth agape.  His
hand clutched her thigh she squeezed her legs together trapping
his hand.  She used the other glove to clean him completely. 
Then she pushed his softening meat into his pants and zipped him
up.  She stood and got her coat and scarf and walked a few steps
to the train doors.
She flopped against the vestibule partition and pur her coat and
scarf on.  She was extremely wet and she caught a glance of the
sleeper panting in a reflection on the window.  She'd done a good
thing making him cum so hard.  Now it was time to do something
bad.
"Hi Billy," she said into the cell phone she produced from her
pocket, "it's your sister.  I really need to talk to you tonight.
 I need something from you really, really bad."
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