The Commuter Train Incident

The Adventures of George - The Commuter Train Incident

I know this guy named George. I swear he has to be the luckiest guy I know. Let me tell you a little bit about him. He's pretty average, about 5 '7", dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a few extra pounds that don't show much unless you happened to see him with his shirt off. We're not related (George is my last name, and it's his first name.) I don't know what he's packing in those jeans he likes to wear, but I swear that thing has a good luck charm on it. Let me give you an example...

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George sat on the commuter train at 6:29 AM listening to the three women around him talking about how the train was suddenly and without any fanfare back on the regular route and time after a full year of construction delays. They were all happy, George included, but they all were complaining that there was no notice given and how some of them could have used the last two stations on the line instead of driving all the way to this one. As the conversation continued one of the women asked the group which department of the state government they worked for. As it turned out they all worked for different departments. One of them, Anya, got off two stops before George. He knew where her department building was, asked if she knew any of the people he did (she didn't, nor did he know any of the people in his department that she did) and they chatted amiably until the train arrived at her stop, where he wished her a good day as she got up to get off. The train then moved on, George got off at his stop, and the workday began.

The construction completed and the line fully open, George began using his regular stop at the end of the line again. He preferred it because there was a garage to park in, and at the end of the line there was practically nobody using that stop so he always got a seat, and always the seat he wanted, which was nearly in the back of the last car. He learned the day after his first conversation with Anya that she got on at the very next stop. He smiled at her when she got on and she returned it and then sat on the opposite side and one row behind him. After a few stops the guy in the last row that had gotten on at the stop after Anya's gave a loud and disgusting snort followed by a loud swallow.

Without batting an eyelash, Anya got up and moved up one row and sat on the aisle seat. George noticed and was thrilled because he thought that she was pretty and smelled nice. She was wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and black boots with low heels and George guessed that she was around 5' 3" without them. The newish looking jeans she wore fit her well, and the black leather jacket that she kept zipped up prevented him from seeing anything more than that she probably had B-cup breasts. Her dark auburn hair was very loosely curled and hung free just past her shoulders. Trim and petite, not a lot of makeup, and a fair complexion around her hazel eyes, Anya gave George a sidelong glance and waited until he caught it. George raised his eyebrow at her. She quickly darted her eyes towards the guy in the back and then back to George, gave them a roll, and waited for his reaction. George mimicked her. She gave him a sly little smile and turned back to her book. "Ok, " thought George, "so much for the fun part of the day."

That afternoon George finished up early and caught the 4:15 PM train instead of his normal 4:30 PM train. To his surprise, Anya got on at the stop where she departed in the morning. Eyes searching for a seat, she gave George a quick smile when she saw him and headed his way. The center of the car where George was sitting had seats that ran parallel with the aisle and the one next to him was the only one left empty in the car. Anya slid into it with a sigh.

"Boy it's crowded today!" she said as she arranged her coat and handbag. "It's nice to see a familiar face."

"Yeah, I hear ya. My stop was packed and the one between us was too. I'm George."

"Anya," she said, sticking out her hand. George gave what he hoped was an appropriate amount of pressure when shaking a woman's hand. "Ooo... strong hands. What do you do?"

"I'm sorry, did I squeeze too hard?"

"Oh, no, you didn't hurt me. You have a good grip. Better than some of the men I work with."

"Oh, good. I'm a software developer."

"Really? The hands sure don't give that away."

"Well, I used to work construction when I was younger, but this is steady and pays better. I live out in the sticks a bit, and there is always something outside that needs to be done, so I keep my hands busy."

"How far do you have to drive to get to the train station?"

"About 20 minutes, half of it back roads."

"My drive is about the same length, but mostly the city streets." Thus the conversation continued until she departed with a smile and a cheerful "See you in the morning!"

This went on for several months. George would get on at his stop, she would get on at hers, and they would chit-chat through the 45-minute ride to her stop. After a few weeks, and as the weather got colder, she would come onboard in the mornings and ask to sit on the inside seat next to him because the heat tended to reflect off of the walls. This became the norm even as it got warmer. Eventually they began to talk more about their personal lives. She was single after a nasty divorce. George was single but not for lack of trying. Each lived alone, though they were careful not to fully disclose exactly where. As cautious as George was, she eventually sussed out what town he technically lived in, proclaimed that it was a nice area, and that was that. George also learned that she was, like him, a couple of years from retirement and thus close to his age.

As the weather warmed, George was treated to her dresses getting progressively shorter and the appearance of her feet in sandals. This thrilled George to no end because he had a thing about feet, and he thought her toes in particular were absolutely lovely, even sexy. He made sure to compliment her pedicure and was rewarded with a smile. Commutes were beginning to be the best part of his day. As the days got warmer her dresses and skirts hit knee-length, and George was happy to see lightly tanned legs. One afternoon in late Spring, Anya struck up a different conversation with him.

"So... we both live alone..." she began.

"Yes..."

"Do you ever get lonely?" her voice gave hints of something, but he couldn't figure out what.

"Well, sometimes it's nice to meet friends for dinner. Cooking for one is fine, and I don't mind leftovers, but sometimes it's nice to have conversation during dinner. Would you be interested in joining me one evening?" This was a stretch for George, but after this many months, he figured he had at least a 50/50 chance.

"That would be nice," she said, "but that isn't what I was meaning."

"Okay..."

She paused for a moment, clearly pensive about continuing. "I feel like I can trust you. We've been talking to each other on this train twice a day for the last several months so it's not like you're a complete stranger."

He looked at her for a moment, smiled and said, "I think you'll understand this reference: I'm Sgt. Schultz." She rewarded him with a smile.

"Okay... um..." she glanced around the train. This particular day the train was strictly SRO and they were again in the middle of the car. People were standing throughout the car. It wasn't especially noisy, but you could clearly hear conversations from other parts of the train. After a moment she picked up her phone and began tapping at it. George politely did not look at her screen. After a few moments she tapped him on the arm and showed her screen to him. It read, "I meant do you ever get lonely at night?"

He looked at her and opened his mouth to reply but she quickly put her finger to his lips to quiet him and then nodded at her phone. Taking the hint, George accepted the proffered phone and tapped out a reply with her watching intently.

"I don't mind sleeping alone, but if you're implying something more, then yes." and handed the phone back to her.

"Yes, that's what I am implying. Are you interested?"

"Yes. What do you have in mind?"

"You'll see. Be in our normal seats in the back tomorrow afternoon if you can."

"Okay, but what if there aren't any available?"

"Then it waits until you're there when I get on."

"Okay, I'm a bit confused, but I'm willing to do it."

"Good." and she took her phone back, deleted everything, gave his thigh a quick squeeze, and returned to talking about their potential dinner date. George gave her thigh a return squeeze and followed along in the conversation. At her stop she got up and walked to the door, turned to him and said "REMEMBER." and then got off of the train before he could do much more than try to stammer out a reply.

The night passed slowly for George and the next day as well. Their ride in the morning was full of the usual talk and no mention was made of the afternoon ride home. George very much wanted to ask questions, but if Anya wasn't willing to keep that text conversation around then he seriously doubted that she would be willing to answer questions. At her stop, Anya gave his thigh a quick squeeze and told him to be ready as she headed for the door. George assured her that he would be. The workday crawled slowly by for George, even lunch, which normally was far too quick. At the regular time, George shut down his computer and headed for the train station. Luck was with him and the very back row on one side was empty. George happily took the seat, dropping his backpack off in the inner one to hold it for Anya. This was a tactic that he'd used quite a lot before meeting Anya. People getting on the train assumed that since he was in the aisle seat and visible, there was someone shorter in the inner seat that could not be seen and thus the row was full so they went elsewhere. George liked this because he was a bit claustrophobic and being in the inside seat with a stranger on the outside seat always triggered that reaction in him.

At the next stop more people got on, but everyone turned towards the center of the car. All of the seats were full around him, and the center was in a similar state. At Anya's stop she got on and turned directly towards him as she had been doing for the last few months. He got up and stood in the aisle holding his backpack, she slid in and put her bag on the floor before she sat down, and he sat down again with his backpack on his lap as usual. They greeted each other like they always did, idle chit-chat about the warming weather and office politics. Anya wore a dress and sandals again as she has been doing for the last few weeks, this one dark blue and hitting just above her knees. After getting settled she handed him her phone, already unlocked and open to an app. It took George a moment to realize that the app controlled a vibrator, and that the unit was currently off. He gave her a look with raised eyebrows and then a quick glance down at her lap with his eyes. Ana nodded slowly and then winked at him. George moved a finger to the button on the screen that would turn the thing on and glanced at her again. Anya nodded again, with another wink, and then turned her head forward and closed her eyes.

"Okay," thought George, "this should be interesting." and turned it on. Anya gave no sign that it was doing anything, so he looked carefully at the screen. Sure enough, it was just on but not actually vibrating. It appeared that a slider bar controlled two separate vibrating units inside the toy, labeled "Clit" and "G-Spot", and both were at 0 and appeared to go to 10. "Okay, let's start with the clit," he thought and moved that bar to 1. Anya still gave no reaction, so he let it sit there for a couple of minutes. After a couple of minutes, Anya pressed her leg against his and her mouth opened slightly. Taking this as a good sign, George increased the bar to 2. This made her put her hand flat on his thigh, so he left the bar where it was and put his hand on top of hers. She turned her hand over and slowly caressed his, playing games with his fingers. They had covered two more stops and the train was growing a bit more crowded.

As he looked around, he felt her hands shift and glanced down. She was holding up 3 fingers but he could see that she was looking around the train like he had been. Up the bar went to 3. Two more stops passed and George took the initiative and moved the bar to 4 and then put his hand back in hers. To his surprise, she took his hand and put it at the bend in her waist. He could feel her hips moving ever so slightly. That little preview done, she moved his hand back to her thigh and intertwined it with hers. George had already been about halfway hard when he got on the train in anticipation of something, and had been getting progressively harder as this has been progressing, but the feel of her hips moving brought him to full hardness quickly. As they passed the halfway point in the train route he moved the bar to 5. Anya tapped him on the arm as he was looking around the train, desperately trying not to stare at her. When he looked at her, she mouthed two words to him.

"Don't Stop."

George gave a slight nod and returned to looking anywhere but at her. Anya, however, was not done with her silent instructions to him. Her middle finger began sliding between his fingers, mimicking a definite fucking action. He glanced at her and she at him. The look said everything. George turned the G-Spot unit up to the first notch. Her finger fucked his fingers harder, and he noticed that she has slouched down a bit so that she was not quite as upright as before. He hoped that nobody had noticed, because she was usually sitting very upright. Nobody appeared to, but he shifted his backpack slightly to both hide the view of her from the people on the other side of the aisle and to take it off of his now raging hard dick. If this kept up he was definitely going to need to change his underwear when he got home.

Anya now had her mouth clearly open and her eyes were looking a bit unfocused as she glanced around the train. George could now see her hips moving, and faster than they were when he felt them, and he doubted that she cared at this point. They were nearing the last main station where a large number of people would get off or on, and the car was certainly less densely populated than it was when George got on. As they pulled in, George slid the G-Spot bar up to 2. Anya slid her hand over to his crotch beneath his backpack and gave his aching cock a couple of firm squeezes before starting to rub it. George felt the point of no return coming up and turned to her.

"Is this going further?" he silently asked.

"It damn well better!" she managed to convey the urgency even in silence. With that, George gently removed her hand from his cock and put it back on her thigh. "Sorry," she said to him and contented herself with fucking his fingers with her finger. The next 3 stops went by in a blur for both of them. As they pulled into the station at the end of the line, she turned to him and said, "Looks like you'll need to drive me back to my car. Is that Okay?"

"Sure," he quickly agreed. The train car emptied out quickly and Anya held his hand as they walked to his truck. George habitually parked in the far reaches of the parking garage due to the size of his truck, and Anya asked if this is where he normally parked. George nodded as he told her that it is. As they walked up to the truck George looked at her and said, "Back seat?"

"Yes, please." Without waiting for him to be a gentleman Anya opened the back door and began climbing inside. He quickly took the opportunity to slide his hand under her dress as she climbed up and was pleasantly surprised to find a bare ass cheek that was slightly damp near the crack. She tossed her bag into the far side of the front seat and didn't watch to see where it landed before turning to him. "Get in here!" she said and started to pull him up inside the cab.

"Like I needed any more encouragement?" he said as he shut the door. Anya pushed him down into the seat and before he could do much more than reach for her she straddled him and sat down in his lap, had her mouth on his, her tongue hungrily demanding attention. They kissed fervently for a few minutes before Anya elevated herself off of his lap and broke the kiss.

"Time for this to be replaced with something better." she said as she pulled her dress up. George was treated to a dimly lit view of even more of her thighs and then her trimmed yet hairy mons. A red light was flashing from within the depths of that hair and she dislodged it quickly and then pulled. A round, pink thing slid out of her and plopped on his lap. He had about enough time to realize that it was vibrating pretty heavily before she lobbed it over her shoulder and into the front seat. George was already reaching for it when it disappeared, so he shifted to the front of his pants. Anya quickly moved his hands away and said, "Uh uh... mine."

George felt his heart start to pound as Anya undid his pants and began tugging them off of his hips. He lifted his hips a bit to help, and when his now raging hardon came free it sprang right into her bush. Anya quickly grabbed it and began to guide it to her opening. Both hair and flesh were wet. As she began to sink down on him, and as the raw heat of her vagina began to take over his senses, she turned his face up to her, looked him in the eyes, and said again, "Don't Stop!" before she started pounding her hips into him.

"Oh fuck yes!" George said as he grabbed her hips and started his own thrusts to match hers. It took about a minute of this before he declared "Oh fuck here it comes!"

"Jesus Yes!" she growled back at him before she began grinding her clit into him as he began spurting into her. Another guttural cry and her own orgasm began. Anya clenched her hands around his arms as she spasmed with him, the two of them together making the truck shake. The urgency of the moment passed, George released his grip on her hips and Anya groaned and leaned into him, putting her head to his left side. Both were breathing heavily, but George managed to give her ear a quick nibble and her neck a quick nuzzle. "Do that again, mister, and you'd better be prepared to go for round two." she said into his shoulder.

"Oh God, give me an hour to recover and get something to eat! All my protein just went up into that beautiful pussy of yours."

"I know." she sat up and smiled at him, "It's been a while since I've been filled with cum and it feels good to feel it again."

"It's been a while for me, too. After a while even the other hand gets boring."

"Yeah. But it feels like the dam is about to break and all of that cum of yours is going to run onto the floor of your truck. Do you have a couple of napkins or something?"

"There's a towel folded up in the pocket on the back of the driver's seat"

"Hmm... well prepared... I like that." After letting him slide out of her and managing to catch nearly all of their combined emissions in the towel, she gave him a quick kiss and said, "Next time, be prepared for something different."

"Next time?" He looked at her quizzically as he pulled up his pants.

"Yes, next time. What? Did you think that this was just a quickie and then we go our separate ways?"

"I didn't know what to think and didn't want to presume." George opened the door and got out.

"Really? Be a gentleman and help me down." George did as he was told and then walked her around to the passenger side and helped her into the front seat. "I could get used to this 'gentleman' thing of yours. My ex started that way, but it faded pretty quickly and I'd been shifting for myself for far too long before I cut him loose."

"So..." George started as he climbed into the driver's seat and started the truck, "when will next time be?"

"Here's the deal: I run this game, not you. I tell you when to be ready for another encounter, you do what I tell you to do. We don't appear any different to the people on the train, nor do we talk about this to the people that we work with. You never go to my house, I never go to your house. You don't get my phone number, I don't get yours. Maybe once in a while we'll meet at a hotel a couple of hours drive away for a weekend where we never put on clothes once we get into the hotel room and order room service for everything. Deal?"

"That kind of sounds like we're sneaking around on our spouses, but neither of us have one to sneak around on. Right?" George said as he began navigating to Anya's stop. The sounds of his 6.7l diesel quieted as they left the garage

"Yeah, I know. That was another problem with my ex. He thought that he was slick and that I wouldn't notice that he was screwing everything with a vagina on his business trips. He never watched porn that I could tell, so when he came up with something very new completely out of the blue, I figured that he had to get it from somewhere. It didn't take much to suss out the details. The idiot even had profiles on hookup sites with his own face. Anyway, feeling like that gives me a little thrill, so that's what I want to do for now. Maybe later we'll do different things, but for now we screw like bunnies in the backs of cars and if you keep being good to me maybe I'll let you lick my pussy until I cum in your face."

"I have a six-inch tongue and can breathe through my ears." George said with a sly grin.

"I don't have a gag reflex." she purred back to him. "Ok, here's my stop. You let me out at the station and then drive away. I'll wait here until I'm sure that you're long gone before I go to my car."

"What about dinner? Do I get a kiss goodbye?" George looked hopeful.

"We'll talk about dinner tomorrow. No kiss this time, but maybe next time. See you in the morning!" and with that she was out of the truck and walking to the platform. George sat there for a minute watching her and trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. His dick was still slightly sticky in his underwear, and he knew that he'd have to take a shower before going to bed. When Anya turned to look at him expectantly from in front of the ticket machine, he gave her a nod and then drove away.

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See what I mean? Talk about luck! Next time I'll tell you about another one of his adventures.