Riding Green Line Home from Fenway

It was August of 1985, and I was attending three consecutive nights of Red Sox against the Yankees at Fenway. Friday we lost badly. Saturday we lost badly. Attending with a mixed group of Yankee and Sox fans, some of us had a reason to celebrate, while most of us just wanted to drain our sorrows. We hit the Hoodoo barbecue at the Rat for the best baby back pork rack ever. It eased the pain, helped no doubt by the beer. Took a lot of good-natured ribbing from my friends: "You only lost by four runs. Could have been worse given how bad you looked!" After I left my friends, I walked out the green line to where it wasabove ground for a free ride back to my apartment in Brighton. The train was packed.

I stood by the door as the last one on board. Standing above me was a goddess with long, curly brown hair hanging to her shoulders, a beautiful albeit sizable nose, and sizable breasts very nearly hanging out of her blue tank top. Gripping the overhead with her left hand and standing above me, her left breast was a delightful morsel just in front of my face. I could not help but stare. After a minute, she asked, "Enjoying the view?"

Busted, I nodded briefly with a bit of an embarrassed blush and whispered, "Yes."

She smiled back and adjusted her arm a bit until her nipple slipped out of the top. "You're welcome. Is that better?" I nodded mutely and kept up the staring. Her aeriola was over an inch in diameter, and as I stared intently, her nipple hardened until it was sticking out nearly an inch. I may have drooled a bit. My eyes were trapped wide open, taking in her breast. As we approached the stop before mine, she said, "My stop. Want to join me?" I nodded numbly in response and followed her off the train. "I go to BU. You?"

"I work at a game company in Cambridge."

She smiled. "Cool, a real person, not another deadbeat student." She took my hand and led me to her apartment. At her door, she turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a kiss to end all kisses. Her tongue explored my mouth and mine explored hers. I reached up to feel her left breast, and she cooed softly. "That's nice. Use your mouth." I reached down to her waist and pulled the top up, exposing her lacy pink bra. I pushed the bra off her breasts and alternated between licking and sucking her two nipples. Her left breast was a little smaller than her right. Both nipples were pleasantly sensitive. She moaned as I sucked, licked, and nibbled her. I undid the bra as she backed into her room, grasping my hands as I pulled her bra off and placing one hand on each breast. She knew exactly where her bed was and bent at her knees, falling back and pulling me on top of her as she fell. I moved from her nipples back to her face and kissed her deeply, eliciting gasps of pleasure as I explored her mouth with my tongue. "That was a brutal loss. I hope this eases the pain. " I nodded as I lowered my head to her skirt and lifted it up, revealing a pink thong that exactly matched the bra. A perfect match she had clearly worn with the intent of it being discovered.

Taking a deep inhale through my nose to absorb her scent, I used both hands to slide her thong down her legs. "Yes!" she exclaimed as I explored her lower lips with my tongue, swirling it about, circling her clit, and exploring her labia. Soon, she began to wiggle and moan as I brought her closer to orgasm. She began to trouble and then, with a strangled grunt, yelped "enough" and squeezed her thighs closed. I pulled my head away from her and pried her thighs open before I slid my jeans and boxers down enough to release my rock-hard cock, which I slid slowly into her with no pause. She closed her eyes and moaned as I bottomed out. As I pulled out, she squeezed with everything she had. It felt like a warm, wet vice embracing me as I pulled slowly out until just my glans was inside her. I reversed course and slowly reentered her, spreading her tightness around me.

"Oh, God. This was a good idea," she moaned as I pulled out slowly again. I began to pick up the pace a bit as she relaxed around me, periodically giving me little squeezes as I went in and out, faster and faster. After a few minutes, I was fucking her as fast as I could, letting out little slurps and squaks and queefs. Her thighs fell all the way open, and I could see my cock splitting her open as we both reveled in the feelings of fucking. She shuddered, moaning, to another orgasm, which totally pushed me over the edge to one of my own. I pumped several more strokes, each accompanied by a burst of come from my cock.

"That was fun!" she exclaimed and gave me a business card with her number and school email. Clearly, this was not the first time she had done this. I would be following up for more. Maybe at the Sunday game the next night?