THE TRAIN RIDE HOME By Laura21
She'd taken the 7pm train for months. Her job was tough and and usually kept her at work late. Kelly was 34, married, a woman who worked in a typical large metropolitan area. Kelly and her husband intentionally decided to buy a home outside the hustle and bustle of the city, her train ride home each night was an hour long, at times even longer, depending upon the rush hour crowds.
Kelly, an average size woman, five foot six, 120 pounds, had medium length hair, beautiful green eyes, her most striking feature. Her upturned nose and full lips made her a head turner. She prided herself on the way she dressed and maintained her trim, full figure. Her breasts were in perfect proportion to her hips, 34C-26-35. She was proud that she could still turn the heads of a few men. That's about as close to sexual stimulation as Kelly had received lately. Her husband also got home late each night, leaving only time enough to eat and prepare for work the next day. Her sex life was desperately lacking.
The train was packed today, or should I say tonight. The fall had come and the daylight hours had faded on her trip home, even the mornings were dark as she rode in. The days of chivalry had long passed, many a day Kelly would have to stand in elbow-to-elbow crowds, holding on to the handle above her head for support. Today was no different. Kelly had had a hard day at work and she was tired. As the train pulled away from the station, the lights in the car dimmed. Many liked to catch a few winks on their way home; she wished it was her sitting in one of those comfortable seats.
Kelly felt the crowd shuffle back and forth in the car. Bodies rubbing against each other as the train rambled along the tracks. It was then Kelly felt something brush her buttocks, it was more than the normal bump and brush she was normally accustomed too. This time, what felt like a hand, rested on the upper cheek of her right buttock. The hand firmly squeezed her cheek and then vanished. Immediately, turning her head to the right, then left, Kelly tried to identify her groper, but the car was so dark, she couldn't make out the face of the man who had fondled her butt.
Kelly stood still, fearing the hand would return, trying hard to see who was standing around her in the shadows. Her short skirt she wore that day concerned her now. Normally, Kelly enjoyed wearing fashionable attire, but with a groper lose on the train, the skirt made her feel more vulnerable than if she'd worn pants. Another fifteen minutes passed and nothing. Maybe she'd exaggerated the incident. It could have been a briefcase or something else pressed against her butt that gave her the impression it was a hand. That must have been it, she thought.
As the train approached the next stop, the dome lights inside the car came on. Kelly took the opportunity to look at the people standing behind her. A man in his thirties, standing to her right, dressed in the usual business tie and coat outfit you'd see men wear everyday on the train. Her eyes met his, hoping to send a signal that she'd felt his rude assault and didn't appreciate it. He looked at her and then turned, not the least bit interested in her. Not him Kelly thought. She'd only have a second more to look before the lights went out again and the train started off. Turning to her left was a woman, should I say young girl. She looked to be in high school, maybe a freshman in college. She was small in stature, five foot two, long red hair, freckled face and smooth complexion. She barely came up to Kelly's shoulder. She was tiny, looked like she didn't eat a lot of home cooked meals. Kelly immediately looked past her, not suspecting her as the groper, after all she was a woman and a woman w The doors closed and the lights dimmed, they were starting to roll again. As before, when the lights were down, she couldn't see the faces of the people. All of sudden, the hand was back, only this time, it was resting on her hip, holding it firmly. She felt the intruding hand begin to slide down her leg, slowly, massaging and caressing as it descended lower. Kelly gasped. The touch was soft and warm. The hand sent jolts of electricity to her nerve endings, awakening them, raising her level of sensitivity as the touch continued.
Kelly's body began to respond to the touch. It shocked her as she felt her nipples harden. Was it the excitement of the moment that caused her to react this way or was it the weeks of neglect by her husband and the long hours that made her body seemed to now grave the touch of the stranger. How could he know she needed to feel the caresses he was providing her. She tried recall what the businessman looked like when she looked at him at the last stop. Nothing about his appearance seemed abnormal or for that matter overly appealing to her, just an average Joe who was now pawing her like a little school boy pulling the braids of his classmate.
This stretch of tracks was longer than the last. They'd be in the dark for sometime now, more time to try to deal with this guy and her feelings. She didn't like the situation she was in, so vulnerable, so trapped between people, nowhere to run. The hand continued its journey down her leg, stopping at the hem of her skirt. Feeling the hand leave her leg, she sighed. He's had his feel, now maybe he'd leave me alone. Kelly's body felt differently though. The touch had had its effect on her neglected emotions. Her nipples felt very uncomfortable as they pressed into the cups of her bra. The bra seemed very restrictive as her breasts swelled with excitement. Below her waist was no different. The man really knew how to hit the right erogenous zones on her thighs. She loved to have her legs caressed and tonight was no different. Kelly blushed as she felt the wet spot on her panties that had formed unnoticed by her until now. She really was turned on. This was the most excitement she'd had experience Kelly, feeling the moment had passed, shifted her legs to steady herself as the train rolled down the tracks. Without warning, she felt the hand again, only this time it was under her skirt, rubbing her panty covered asscheeks. She jumped and bumped the person in front of her, trying to free herself from his hand. She excused herself to the person she'd bumped, she was trapped between all these people. Should she yell rape, stop that, help!! She was confused and tried to think what to do as the hand continued it's journey down between her legs. Kelly tried to squeeze her thighs tightly together, but his hand had already cupped her pussy, gently massaging the puffy lips of her pussy. Back and forth, his hand continued this motion. God, what could she do, how should she make him stop. The longer she thought, the longer the hand stroked her now swollen labia. His finger had pushed her panties up into her wet slit as the fingers continued to work her over. Each stroke of the hand ended with a firm rub She was sure she could smell the sexual aroma being emitted from her pussy. Her panties were soaking wet. It was then she felt his hands grab the waist band of her panties. He tugged them up firmly causing the panty to become wedged into her slit and asscheeks. The effect on her was immediate. Her clit was held captive by the crotch band of her own panties. The friction on her clit was too much. Oh no, Kelly thought, I'm going to cum... and she did, standing right in the middle of the rush hour crowded train.
Kelly held tightly onto the handle above her; her head hung down, the knuckle of her other hand pressed between her teeth to keep her from moaning out load. Kelly just stood there, her body quivering totally consumed by the orgasm it was experiencing. Her rush hour groper wasn't through with her yet, as she felt him slide the elastic of her waistband back and forth, wedging the crotch band even tighter in her pussy and ass. The feeling was no less intense as when she felt it the first time, only now, it felt as if the material was actually being forced past her outer labia and into her inner, more sensitive lips. The feeling was intense. He seemed to know exactly how to maneuver her panties right to place she wanted it. The material was completely soaked now as it continued to slide back and forth.
Here she stood in rush hour traffic, being caressed by a strange man who brought her to one climax already and was working on her second in just a few moments if he kept up this attack. She felt the waistband of her panties being pulled higher in the back than in the front. This caused the panty to really press hard into her clit, trapping the erect bud tightly in it's embrace. It also had the effect of drawing the material directly across her little rosebud. Kelly tightened her buttocks together, trying to free them of the panty, but if anything, she drew them tighter into her crack. The material slid back and forth across her ass hole. The feeling was amazing. Kelly's husband hadn't touched her there before and it was a new experience to her.
Kelly just stood, frozen in her tracks. How was she going to make him stop. Did she want him too stop? Would anyone else notice what was happening to her? Think, think, she thought. The groper was relentless in his actions. He must feel pretty confident by now, she thought. I haven't even made a fuss or tried to grab his hand. What should I do? Kelly's ability to think was dominated by the emotions her body was sending to her brain. All she could think about was how good he was making her feel. She'd gone so long without these feelings and didn't want them to stop, at least that's what she blamed her body's reaction on and how it responded to this stranger's groping.
The train was nearing the next stop. Kelly knew the groping would stop soon, just like it had last time when they neared the stop. This time she'd confront him, when the lights when on, and tell him to keep his hands to himself. As the train neared the stop, she had pumped herself up to really let this guy have it. As the train slowed, the interior lights rose. Now she'd let him have it. Turning in anger, she started to blast him when she was confronted by the little freckled redhead. She looked at her in disbelief. It wasn't a guy, it was a girl!!
Kelly was spellbound. Looking down at the little girl, Kelly saw her raise her hand and smell it. Watching Kelly intently, the redhead ran her fingers across her lips and smiled seductively up at her with a little girlish grin.
Kelly knew her juices were on those fingers and the girl's actions held her attention. My God, thought Kelly, it was her, the groper. She'd stood there and let this little girl feel her up when she could have just turned around and easily stopped her. As she watched the erotic show she was putting on for her, Kelly remembered the experienced touch of the redhead's fingers, the two climaxes she'd brought her too. They were magnificent and earth moving to her. Her panties were still wedged between both her cracks, still creating that wonderful friction on her clit. She was getting turned on again just standing there looking at this freckled face girl, without anyone touching her.
This was Kelly's stop, already. Had it really been an hour already. The time flew had flown by. Kelly slipped past her as she walked to the exit. Before departing, she couldn't help but take one last look at her, she probably wouldn't see her again. As she stepped out the door, she saw her wink and blow her a kiss. Kelly stopped in the door, but was hustled out by the others trying to exit. Once outside on the platform, Kelly turned and the girl was no where in sight. Kelly searched the car, but didn't see her. Maybe she was sitting down.
Kelly moved on to her car. On her way home, she couldn't shake the thoughts and feelings she had just experienced. She hadn't even bothered to pull her panties out of her pussy or ass, helping to relive the tension. Kelly had never had anything like this happen to her before. The encounter on the train had been frightening, yet wonderful. Her pent-up sexual desires seemed to have been lifted at the hands of her young redheaded groper. Yes, another woman had touched her. Touched her soooo softly, lovingly. The touch that she seemed she couldn't get enough of. Was she gay? Or was she bi? Her mind was racing a mile a minute as she made her way home.
Throughout the night and into the next morning, her mind was consumed with thoughts of the redhead. She'd not mentioned her encounter with her husband, she just didn't know how he'd take it. She was too unsure as to what her feelings were as well. Had she really enjoyed being felt-up, in public, by another woman, a girl?
The next day went by slowly. Was she so excited about the possibility of meeting the redhead again, that she couldn't wait to get on the train? Kelly tried to push those thoughts out of her mind, but they always seemed to keep coming back.
Quitting time came and Kelly was one of the first out the door. She almost ran down to the train station, hoping to see the redhead. Looking around as she waited for her train, the platform was crowded with its usual rush hour masses. Picking out the short redhead would be difficult. Scanning the crowd, she thought she saw a glimpse of a redheaded person, but not sure. Her train was pulling in and she still couldn't see her. Would she wait till the next one in hopes of seeing her?
Kelly gathered her wits about her and stepped onto the train. It was standing room only again. Holding tightly onto the overhead handle, the lights dimmed as the train began to pull out of the station. Kelly stood, disappointed at not having had the opportunity to see the freckled redhead. She settled back and prepared for her hour-long journey home. Each stop, Kelly craned her neck to try and catch a glimpse of the people around the car, no luck, she just wasn't on the train. The ride was long and boring. Kelly thought how exciting the ride last night was, how mysterious, yet how physically stimulating and rewarding it turned out to be. Kelly had slept like a baby last night, she couldn't help but believe it was due to those two strong orgasms she'd had at the hands of that experienced little redhead, her mystery girl.
Her stop was next, the lights came up and the doors opened. Stepping between the doors, she exited the train. Reaching into her purse to retrieve her keys, she found an envelope. That's strange, where did this come from she thought. Sitting in her car, she opened it. Her eyes widened as she read: "I don't know your name but I know how you feel. I hope you enjoyed your ride home last night after our little interlude on the train." Kelly breathed faster as she read on, "You were so wet that night, your juices coated my fingers as I caressed your pussy and butt through your panties. I know you loved my touch; when I felt your buttock tense as you climaxed, I knew you were mine.
The next time I approach you on the train, I expect to have open access to that pussy and asshole of yours. From now on, don't wear any underwear, and that includes a bra, when you get on the train. Always wear short skirts. The train is usually crowded and I don't want to have to deal with pants or a long skirt. Love, Your Train Mistress.
Kelly's emotions hung on each word as she read the letter. Her pussy juices had already soaked the crotch of her panties. She was on the train with her, she suddenly realized. Why hadn't she seen her? Why didn't she approach her as before? Her thoughts raced through her mind. Tomorrow... maybe.
Kelly, before leaving work, slipped into the restroom. She remembered to remove her bra and panties as instructed by her Train Mistress. The thought of calling her that seemed so strange. Would she see her tonight? Would they speak to each other? So many questions with no answers. Kelly proceeded to the train station. Her breasts bounced freely as she picked up her pace. The contact of her nipples rubbing against the material of the blouse caused them to grow hard and uncomfortable. Kelly hadn't gone bra less in years.
Standing on the platform, Kelly looked for her, but didn't see her. Boarding the train, she made sure she stood in the same place. If her Train Mistress was there tonight, this is where she'd find her. The lights dimmed and the short trip to the next station proceeded. Much to her dismay, the redhead wasn't anywhere to be seen. As the train left the next station for the long 60 minute run to her stop, she settled back for the boring ride.
When she least expected it, she felt the familiar touch of the redhead on her hips. Both hands gripped them firmly. She felt the redhead's soft feminine form snuggled up against her, her hot breath tickling, stimulating her ear, "Did you dress as I requested slut?" Kelly heard her voice for the first time. The hair on her neck bristled as she nodded her head. "I saw you looking for me yesterday when I slipped the note into your bag. Did your pussy get wet while you read it in your car?" Kelly again nodded her head. The unexplained power she had over Kelly was unlike any she'd ever known. Kelly's pussy again started to heat up, her pussy lips filling with blood, her clit hard in anticipation of what was to come.
Pressed tightly against her, Kelly felt her hands slide up her stomach, her muscles tensed as she felt her fingers through her blouse. "Place both of your hands up on the bar over your head," commanded the redhead. Kelly quickly complied, not wanting to disobey her mistress. `Mistress', Kelly thought. The term had a strong connotation in her mind. She found it strange to hear her say the word and the impact it had upon her.
With both hands now holding the bar, Kelly felt her hands continue up toward her breasts. My god, was she going to cup her breasts with all those people standing so near, right in public? Kelly didn't have to wait long as she let out a little whimper when she felt her warm hands slip under her full breasts. She felt her cup them in her hands as if she was weighing them. Felt her finger grasp her hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Kelly was so turned on. She was turning to putty in this little girl's hands.
"Your nipples are so hot and hard," said the stranger as her tongue slipped into Kelly's ear. Kelly melted against the little girl, afraid for a moment she was too heavy for her to support her, but reassured when she felt her easily support her body against hers. Kelly stood still while her breasts were warmly massaged by those experienced little fingers. Her hands were barely large enough to hold each breast as she squeezed them like they were loaves of bread.
Kelly held on for dear life. She would never have imagined she'd be standing on the train while being felt up by another woman. Not able to actually see her in the dark, Kelly could only go by what she remembered of her mistress during their brief encounter. For the next ten minutes, Kelly's ears, neck and breasts were the focus of her mistress' attention. Her breasts were so heavy and had become so hard under the skillful manipulations of her young Mistress.
Kelly had never been able to climax merely from having her breasts caressed. Her husband would grope her breasts, never devoting so much attention to them. Her mistress, however, seemed to understand just what she needed to make her tingle from head ^Öto-toe. It was then she felt her jacket being pulled to the side and the buttons on her blouse begin to open under the skillful touch of her Mistress. Kelly suddenly became very uncomfortable, having her blouse opened on a public train, with commuters standing right next to her. What would she do if the lights suddenly came on. Kelly's embarrassment was also very exciting at the same time. The hands of the redhead wasted no time in cupping her breasts and pulling them away from her chest. Her mind quickly reverted back to those little fingers, now grasping her bare swollen nipples in her fingers...twisting and pulling them out and away from her body, stretching them so far from her chest. The fullness of the breast was now conically shaped as her Mistress w The initial contact of her bare breasts being caressed by her Mistress' warm hands brought Kelly over the top, her knees nearly gave out as she succumbed to her mistress's manipulations. She gripped the overhead bar as tightly as she could. Her breasts were prominently on display with her hands up in the air. She never wanted those wonderful hands to stop their pulling and twisting of her nipples. The attention being paid to her breasts was just too much for Kelly as her body was hit with one orgasm after another.
Her mistress felt Kelly's body tense up and begin to quiver as she began to cum, "You really are getting off on having your tits so shamelessly on display, your big nipples pinched and pulled, aren't you my little slave," whispered Kelly's mistress. Kelly was speechless, her feelings overpowering her ability to concentrate. She could only nod her reply.
Kelly, shaky at best, literally hung from the bar as the train continued on its journey. Kelly was exhausted, her body drained, her emotions running on overload. Her mistress, however, was not done with her. Releasing those swollen breasts, she slipped her hand beneath Kelly's short skirt, "Spread your legs, slut and let me feel your pussy." Kelly could only imagine what pleasures this young girl's fingers could bring her as she obeyed her mistress' command.
Running her fingertips along the inside of her sensitive thighs, the redhead's hands slid up her legs until they reached the vee between her legs. The immediate reaction of her Mistress' hand cupping Kelly's swollen vulva, caused Kelly to let go of the bar, falling forward and catching herself against the high back seat in front of her. Pushing her forward, the redhead lifted her skirt completely over her back, exposing Kelly's smooth, firm asscheeks. In this position, her pussy and ass were easily accessible to her invading fingers.
Should you want this story to continue, contact me with some ideas on how you'd like our little train nymph to be treated by her Train Mistress.
PART II
Thanks for all the email and suggestions on what should happen to Kelly. Well here goes:
Kelly felt the train car rock as she steadied herself with her hands against the seat in front of her. Her tormentor's hands never let up as they caressed her swollen vulva. The heavy flow of juices were making it easy for the little redhead's small fingers to glide between her swollen lips, stroking ever so gently, her Mistress' fingers nearing the apex of her slit where they would find her hard, protruding clit. Kelly, with her legs spread for balance, held on for dear life as those magic fingers relentlessly stroked her slit, always within centimeters of grasping her clit, God, just touch it once and I'll collapse. "You're so close, aren't you my little nymph," whispered her secret lover. Kelly listened to each of her words, her voice so soft and deep in her ear. She nearly climaxed when the redhead slipped her tongue inside her ear. Kelly caught her breath....how did she know my ears were so sensitive. The little redhead, on her tip-toes, slipped her long tongue deep into Kelly's ear, pulling it out Kelly quickly realized she was standing half nude in the train car...grabbing her shirt, she pulled herself together. Surveying the train car in the darkness, no redheaded girl was to be found. Kelly managed to get her shirt and clothing back in order as the train pulled into the stop. As the lights came up, Kelly again searched the car....where could she be?
As Kelly made her way to the car, her nerves were frazzled. The little redhead had brought her to such a state of arousal and then vanished into thin air....but why? As Kelly reached into her purse to retrieve her keys, there again was another envelope. She nervously fumbled with the keys trying to unlock the door in her excitement to get into the car so she could read the note. Ripping the envelope open, Kelly began to read the note....yes it was from her Train Mistress..."I can't believe what a little whore you are. Do you do everything someone tells you to do, or do you only want to please me...your Mistress? You were so wet tonight....your pussy lips were so full and warm in my hands." Kelly's thighs squeezed together, reliving the moment on the train as the note described what took place. "The next time we meet, you're to have a set of pictures of yourself, naked, as a present for your Mistress. There is a small camera shop around the corner from where you work.....McGuires...go there and ask for Jill. She' Kelly was breathless as she set the note aside....she couldn't do such a thing....go and have a stranger take nude photos of her and give them to a total stranger she didn't even know. She stuck the note in her purse and headed home. She couldn't get the note out of her mind. Why didn't she just throw it away and be done with this episode in her life. What power did this little redheaded girl have over her.
The next day at work, all Kelly could do was play the note over and over in her mind. Her life, her husband, her job, all could be jeopardized if she did what the note requested of her. Lunch-time came...the moment of decision. Kelly knew what she should do, but her mind and body belonged to her Train Mistress...no one seemed to know what she needed at this moment in her life than this unknown little girl...who was she....how did she know what she needed so badly....
Kelly left for lunch and headed for the camera shop. Rounding the corner, she saw a small sign above the door, McGuire's. Stopping at the door, wanting to turn and run, her hand turned the knob as she entered the store. A middle-aged man was behind the counter, no one else was in the shop. Maybe she was in the wrong place...maybe this was just an evil joke being played on her by her Mistress. Then, from the back room, a young girl, blonde, with hazel eyes appeared. She must be a Summer hire, she was too young to be out of school. Kelly approached her and read her name tag...JILL. Kelly was speechless, staring at the young girl before her. Jill looked down at her watch, 1200 on the nose. Looking up, into Kelly's large green eyes, she spoke: " You must be Kelly?" Kelly nodded her head, not knowing what to say or do. "Alexis said you'd be coming to see me." Alexis, so that was her Mistress' name. " Frank, this customer would like to tryout some of our camera equipment. Can you watch the store while I Taking Kelly's hand, Jill led her to the back of the store to the photography studio. There was a padded table in the center of the room, with leg restraints similar to what you'd see in a gynecologist's office. Kelly froze as she looked at the table. Why would a photo studio have such a device? Jill's warm hand squeezed hers, "Kelly, my little friend told me how much you've enjoyed her company on the train. Kelly's face turned beet red. The hand squeezed tighter as she spoke "why are you here today Kelly?" The words snapped Kelly back to her senses. "What", Kelly asked. "Why did you come to my shop today?" Kelly blushed, she knew why she had come to see her. Why was she making her say it, she just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible and get back to work.
"You know why I'm here, you're supposed to take some pictures of me." Jill smiled, she loved making Kelly squirm, she knew she was terribly embarrassed in this situation, but she wanted the advantage to remain with her. "What kind of photos did you want me to shoot?" asked Jill. Kelly looked down at the floor, too embarrassed to say the words. "Kelly, if you don't tell me what you want, then you'll have to leave," her voice taking on a stern tone. Kelly knew she had to have those pictures. Without them, no more pleasurable moments on the train. She didn't want to chance losing her Train Mistress to some other woman commuter. "Nude Photos" Kelly blurted out. Jill smiled, getting Kelly to admit to what "she" wanted was a major step in training Kelly for Alexis.
"Let's get started then, take off your dress, leave your panties and bra on," said Jill. Kelly looked around for the dressing room; none was to be found. "What are you waiting for....strip!" demanded Jill. Kelly's fingers fumbled with the zipper in the back of her dress. Why was she doing this? Why didn't she run out while she still could? Her fingers slid the zipper slowly down, the dress drooped off her shoulders, caressing her arms as it slid to the ground. Kelly, standing in the center of the room in only her bra and panties, awaited her next instructions. Jill watched as Kelly's dress fell to the ground; Alexis really had caught a good one this time. "Kelly, come and stand over her by the white backdrop so I can adjust the lighting. Look into the camera."
Bright flashes of light exploded before her. She was actually going through with her Mistress' request. The flashes continued until she heard Jill say, "Kelly, unsnap your bra and show Alexis your lovely breasts." Kelly reached behind and tried unsuccessfully to unsnap the clasp. The bra seemed so tight. She wondered if the heat given off from the lights had made her hot and caused the straps to tighten up. Finally, the clasp opened and her bra didn't move an inch. The cups felt as if they were molded to her breasts. The straps hung loosely from the cups, her breasts had swollen to an unbelievable proportion. Kelly felt the pressure building up inside her chest...was she becoming excited posing for Jill?
Jill smiled as she watched the scene unfold before her. She loved photographing an inexperienced woman, knowing how uncomfortable, yet exciting the moment was for her. Approaching Kelly, she reached her hand out and tugged on the loose hanging bra strap, pulled the cups away from her full melon shaped breasts. As the cups fell away, Kelly watched as Jill's eyes focused on her swollen breasts. "Kelly, your tits are really exquisite and so swollen. Your nipples are really something...they're extended at least an inch in length away from your breast!" said Jill. Kelly looked down and was surprised to see how big and swollen her breasts and nipples had become.
"Kelly, I do believe you like this," said an excited Jill. Kelly blushed as she stared down at her breasts in amazement. Never before had they felt so uncomfortable. Her nipples ached and they hadn't even been touched by anyone, yet they were almost painfully hard and so long.
The flashes continued for what seemed like an eternity to Kelly. "Ok, let's have you slip your panties off, do it slowly for Alexis." Kelly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini panties and began to slide them down, slowly as suggested. The camera clicked away, capturing each embarrassing moment until they had slid down around her ankles. "Kelly, turn around and bend over when you remove your panties. Kelly knew what the camera would capture in such a position. As she bent forward, the flash from the camera captured each embarrassing movement.
"Kelly, you've got the fullest set of pussy lips I've ever seen. Stay bent over like that for a moment. Your pussy looks so inviting like that....Alexis will love these shots. Standing nude before the photographer, Jill instructed Kelly to hop up on the table and lie back. As she did, Jill walked around to the end of the table and Kelly jumped when she felt her hand take her ankle and slip her foot into the stirrup. Her left foot was next, leaving her thighs spread-eagled, her pussy open for the camera to capture it's beauty.
"Kelly, I want you to think back to last night on the train, do you remember when Alexis was behind you and stroking your pussy so gently, slowly running her hand into your slit, feeling your juices coating her fingers...do you remember that moment Kelly?" Almost as it she were back on the train, Kelly thought she felt the soft touch of her Mistress on her pussy. Her eyes drifted shut as the flashes from the camera captured her most precious treasure on film.
Jill couldn't believe how great Kelly was responding to her words. Alexis must have really found herself one hot little number. Setting her camera on the tripod, she adjusted it so that Kelly's pussy was in the viewfinder. Holding the remote shutter button in her hand, she walked over to the table and touched the inside of Kelly's smooth thigh with the palm of her hand. She immediately felt the heat rising from between Kelly's legs. Looking down, she saw the outer petals of her pussy had opened and a small stream of juices were running down the crack of Kelly's ass. Slowly, Jill slid her hand down until it rested on her mound. Kelly barely had any hair on her lips, they almost looked as smooth as a baby's. Turning her palm up, she cupped her pussy, as she squeezed the shutter button. Raising her hand into the air, she brought it swiftly down, slapping the lips of Kelly's pussy, her juice spraying out onto her thighs. The camera didn't stop flashing as Jill continued to spank Kelly's pussy, over and Setting the shutter aside, Jill needed both hands to accomplish her next attack. Taking her left hand, she spread Kelly's pussy lips open with her thumb and forefinger. There, standing tall and hard was a huge clit. Jill set her sights on it, holding her full lips open, Jill brought her right hand down and slapped Kelly's clit, causing her to cry out. Jill watched the large clit quiver as she raised her hand for another blow. Kelly knew the moment was very near....her climax was building rapidly, only a second away if Jill kept up this treatment. Then, as quickly as it started, it ended. Kelly was left hanging on the edge. "Don't stop, please, I'm almost there, please, I need to come so badly," pleaded Kelly.
Jill would have liked nothing more than to have brought this woman over the top, but she had her instructions from Alexis....don't let her come. Jill told Kelly to get dressed, she'd have her pictures ready in a few minutes. Kelly weakly got up off the table, her pussy was a little sore from the spanking Jill had just given her as she slipped her panties and bra back on. The bra was still so tight, she thought she'd better look for a larger size.
Jill brought the pictures over to Kelly in an envelope. "Why don't you check them and see if they're what you want," asked Jill. Kelly just wanted to get out of there, but Jill insisted by saying, "Kelly, if you don't want another spanking, you'd better look at the pictures." Kelly opened the envelope, the shock of seeing her posed in such lewd positions took her breath away. "You really have a lovely body Kelly. If Alexis didn't already "own" you, I'd like to have you for myself. Have a good day and tell Alexis I said hi." With that, Jill left her standing in the middle of the store. Kelly, quickly put the photos in her purse and left. On her way back to work, she couldn't shake that word Jill had used to describe her relationship with Alexis......."own" me.
Arriving at work late, Kelly had only an hour before departing for her train ride home. The pictures in her purse were constantly on her mind. Finally, she opened the envelope and began to review them. She was amazed at how sexy and erotic the photos made her look; she really was beautiful, just like Jill had told her.
As Kelly arrived at the station, she was prepared for her Mistress...no underwear and pictures in hand. Boarding the train, she intentionally moved to the rear of the car....standing room only as usual. The train departed the station, lights dimmed for the entire ride.
Alexis saw Kelly move to the rear of the car. She smiled knowing Kelly had intentionally taken this spot, out of the way of other passengers, no one was behind her. She'd have her way with her tonight. She'd also come prepared...the head of her favorite strap-on rubbed against her thigh...it's weight hung heavy around her hips. She'd initiate Kelly into the world of real womanly love tonight.
Alexis slipped in close behind Kelly. Pressing her hips into Kelly's, Alexis' arms encircled her waist, drawing Kelly's hips back into hers. Kelly, now accustomed to the feel of her Mistress, relaxed as she settled in against her. Alexis pressed her face into Kelly's soft hair, her fragrance almost overpowering. Kelly had been her favorite conquest so far.
"So, you've come accustomed to having me around you, have you?" Kelly whispered, "Yes Mistress." Alexis smiled, she'd converted another straight woman over to her side of the fence. "I hope you brought the pictures." Kelly, reaching into her purse, slipping the envelop back into her Mistress' hand. Alexis couldn't see the photos in the dark, but said, "That's my good little straight girl. I've brought a special gift for you tonight." Kelly thought she had bought her a present, but was surprised when she felt something long and hard press up against her bottom. Alexis maneuvered her hips as she positioned her cock between the cheeks of Kelly's firm ass. Kelly clenched her cheeks together, trying to prevent the invader from slipping between her cheeks, but it was too late, her actions only trapped the cock, drawing her summer dress deeper between her cheeks.
"Kelly, do you feel how much I want you? Your husband can never satisfy you in the way I can....I know your deepest desires, what turns you on....Lift your dress Kelly." Kelly's hands reached down and lifted the short summer dress above her hips. Kelly paused as she visualized what was occurring, here she stood, naked from the waist down, in a commuter rail car, people all around her. A married woman being commanded to do obscene actions by a girl, half her age.....and she loved it!
"Kelly, tonight will be one you'll long remember. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.....give me your hand and feel my cock Reaching back, Kelly gasped when her fingers made contact with the cock strapped to her Mistress' waist. Kelly had heard about these devices, but always thought them to be for only perverted, sick people. But as her fingers tried to slip around it's shaft, her only thoughts were imagining if she'd be able to handle such a huge cock. Her husband's cock was average size, six inches, but she hadn't had it inside her for sometime now.
Sliding her hand down the shaft, she counted three hands full of cock....God, this was one long cock and it must be at least 3 inches in circumference. Her fingers didn't touch as she closed her grip around it. Alexis stood still as she felt Kelly's fingers sizing up her cock. Leaning forward, Alexis whispered in her ear, "Kelly, does my cock please you?" Nodding her head in the affirmative, Alexis went on, "Good, because I'm going to bend you over the seat and saw my cock deep into your little pussy. Have you ever been fucked by a cock this big before?" Kelly, her juices now flowing said, "No Mistress."
Alexis grasped the shaft, with it's realistic lookingveins protruding from the shaft, began to rub it between the cheeks of Kelly's firm ass. Oh no, not my ass, Kelly thought. She then felt the little redhead's hand pressing her shoulders forward. Kelly knew what she wanted as she assumed the position, legs spread, hands resting on the seat before her. Kelly was really looking forward to this....the size of the cock only excited her more. She'd gone three days now without climaxing, always so near, but never being allowed to complete the moment.
Bracing herself, Alexis adjusted her hips so her cock aligned up perfectly with the lips of Kelly's swollen, wet pussy. Kelly felt the large head of the cock press against her vulva. This cock was huge, it covered her entire slit and pressed ever so softly against her rock hard clit. As her Mistress leaned into her, Kelly felt more of the shaft slip inside of her. Almost upon contact, Kelly's body immediately began to respond. She'd kept these pent up emotions for so long...now her Mistress would allow her to finally climax.
Kelly's legs shook, became almost jelly like as she felt the cock pass into her womb and bump against the back wall off her cunt. She became worried when she still hadn't felt Alexis' hip press against her butt, signaling the fact that she had taken the entire length of her cock. Bending over Kelly's back, Alexis pulled up her dress to her shoulders. Kelly's tits were now free to hang down. Alexis had opened her shirt, so she could feel Kelly's soft skin caress her hard nipples. Kelly shivered upon the warm contact. She'd never felt another woman's body so close to her's. She immediately felt the hard points of Alexis' nipples burn into her back. Kelly smiled knowing it was her who had created this reaction in her Mistress.
Pressing her weight into Kelly, Alexis' cock now bumped against Kelly's cervix. "Have you ever felt a cock this deep inside you before?" Kelly didn't have to respond, Alexis could tell Kelly was having a difficult time handling her cock. "Kelly, I've still got another three inches before the fucking really gets started. Just relax your body, because you're about to feel one of the best things you've ever experienced." Alexis, steadying herself, pushed her cock all the way home, stretching Kelly like she'd never been stretched before. Kelly bit her hand to keep from screaming, the pain mixing with the feelings of pleasure were too great for her. Three long days she'd waited for this release....Alexis' big cock filling her so full, it's shaft pressing firmly against her hard clit, trapping it against her body...Kelly lost it. Slumping forward against the seat in front of her, she finally let go, her body shook several times as her climax overpowered her. Alexis felt Kelly's body quake and then go limp. Sh Kelly was semi-conscious, her arms hung to her sides, saliva ran out of the corner of her mouth, she was so relaxed... what an orgasm. She'd never felt anything like this before, the feelings rocketed from her head to her toes and it didn't seem to show any signs of letting up. Kelly felt her Mistress' hips pressed tightly against her ass, her hard nipples sliding across her back. Suddenly she felt her warm, soft hands cupping her hanging breasts, stroking them like only she knew how. It was when Alexis' fingers encircled each of her nipples and pulled her entire breast down and to the side of her body, that she again was taken to the next plateau of feelings. Kelly was helpless as Alexis began to pick up her rhythm of strokes, sawing her big cock in and out, sideways, sliding all 12 inches in and out, in and out, to where only the huge head remained lodged between her full lips. Kelly moaned her dissatisfaction to having her Mistress' cock pulled so far outside of her body.
Alexis smiled down upon her little girl, what a picture this would make, six inches of her cock buried inside the cunt of her little submissive slave. Alexis, noticing no one had taken the slightest interest in their activities, began to pick up the pace. Her hips began to slap hard against Kelly's firm cheeks. Kelly almost screamed from the pleasure she was receiving at the hands of this young girl. How could someone so young know so much about pleasing a woman? She was literally giving her the best fuck of her life, and right in public!
Alexis was tireless. She could keep this pace up for hours, but she knew her time was limited, the train would soon be pulling into the station. They'd been at it for almost an hour and she knew Kelly was going to need time to recover. Slowly pulling her cock out of Kelly's tight little cunt, Alexis reached up and grabbed a hand full of Kelly soft, blond hair. Pulling her head back, she turned Kelly around, facing her. Kelly only had a moment to look her Mistress in the eyes. Wow, what a pretty girl she was. Big green eyes, soft freckled skin, long soft red hair encasing her face. Kelly looked down on her Mistress, who still had a handful of her hair. Tugging her head down, Alexis brought Kelly's face to hers, slowly, she pressed her soft lips against Kelly's. Kelly climaxed again, simply from the kiss. Her Mistress' lips worked their majic on Kelly's mouth. Her tongue slipped past her lips, searching out every crevice inside her mouth before slipping down her throat. Down and down it sent, Kell Releasing her hair, Alexis smiled as she surveyed her little tramp's face, eyes closed, awaiting her next move. Placing her hands behind her head, Alexis guided Kelly's head down to her dripping cock. Kelly opened her eyes and for the first time, saw her Mistress' huge cock, sticking straight out from her jeans. At its base, Kelly could just make out her red pubic hair framing the base of her huge cock.
"Suck my cock you little bitch," scolded Alexis. Slipping to her knees, her dress falling back into place, Kelly grasped the cock again for the second time tonight. It was almost dripping with her juices. Her head was guided toward the massive tool as she felt it brush her lips. "Go ahead, clean up the mess you've made." Kelly lips parted wide to accommodate the size of the head and shaft. Alexis smiled down as she watched Kelly suck her cock. The station was drawing dangerously near. Alexis pushed Kelly back, sending her tumbling backwards into the seat. When Kelly looked up, she only saw the back of her head departing the train.
Gathering her wits about her, a young man offered his hand to help her up. Smiling she rose to feet, a little unsteady, but she'd be okay. On her way to her car, she walked a little unsteady. Having a cock that big inside of her had surely stretched her pussy. She immediately thought of her husband and how he'd react to her being looser than normal.....but then she remembered that her husband wasn't the least bit interested in her sexually....but she knew someone who was and she was determined to explore this side of her new life a little more.
Write me if you liked the story...If you didn't, I'm sorry. Laura21