Message-ID: <4610eli$9710061223@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: r_rivers@cryogen.com Subject: Missed Connections: An Urban Drama Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34376E8D.59CF@cryogen.com> One of the newspapers in my town has a 'personals' section entitled 'Missed Connections'. Often people who have maybe made eye contact on a street corner or across a crowded bar or talked briefly in passing advertise in this section, either trying to reestablish a brief friendship or determine if the glances the other person was giving them were an indication of deeper interest. I have always found these ads to be fascinating part of urban culture. This is an attempt to write something inspired by that. Missed Connections: An Urban Drama In the city center two office towers face each other across a sterile, empty plaza. Reflective glass windows stare blindly across that open space. As the sun rises through the morning fog a single ray of sunshine escapes, briefly illuminating one tower, then the other... Stephan Breitmann's eyes roamed down the car of the train. She looked up, noticing his gaze and they each looked away. He had noticed her from time to time on the 7:45 train he took to work. She was in her mid twenties, shoulder length blonde hair, always well dressed. She obviously worked in some big office downtown because she got off at the stop right before his. Her conservative dress still betrayed a figure Stephan found captivating: narrow hips and waist, the curve of her jacket suggesting breasts that were small yet somehow heavy. He worked for a large architectural firm in the city. The firm had just designed the twin office towers and central plaza where he worked. In fact the buildings had just been completed six months earlier. That is when he started taking the 7:45 train. Soon after that he began to see her get on the train a couple of stops after his. There were a lot of problems in his firm at the moment. The twin tower project was regarded as a major fiasco both within the firm and in the architectural world as a whole. One of the big New York critics had traveled to the city to review the project and pronounced it a "sterile blight" on the city center. Tenants were all over the firm demanding redesigns and in general making Stephan and his colleagues' lives miserable. He looked down the car again. She was reading. He let his gaze rest on her. At least looking at her was a small pleasure on the way to another dreary day of work. In fact it was more than that. A few months ago he had begun fantasizing about her. His girlfriend was dumping him, the twin towers project had turned sour...What had started as a pleasant diversion had grown into a nightly obsession. Cathy Flynn just barely caught the 7:45 that morning. She was lucky to get a seat and best of all 'he' was in the same car that morning. She had noticed him right away: he was always casually dressed which made him stand out from the business suit crowd. He had reddish brown hair, a closely trimmed beard. He often had a large folio under his arm: she wondered if he was an artist or photographer. She thought he was probably gay but still found his looks compelling when she stole glances at him. He had a kind, honest face and always seemed lost in his own thoughts. She looked up. He was looking right at her! She quickly lowered her head into her book. Books had been her main companions for the last half year or so. She had recently been hired right out of law school by the most prestigious law office in the city. They had just relocated to one of the new twin office towers down town and Cathy had found a place to live closer in to work. She was going to move over the weekend in fact. Suddenly she realized that this was the last time she would be on the 7:45 train and see him. She looked down the car at him. His eyes were closed. He must be deep in thought she decided. Stephan closed his eyes and thought back. Last night he had had a particularly vivid fantasy about 'Susan'. He didn't know her real name but his fantasy relationship with her had progressed to the point where he had to give her one. He had come home late from work. It had been a particularly brutal day at the office. The twin towers project... Instead of going home he decided to pop into his neighborhood bar. The usual crowd was there but amazingly Susan was there too! She was dressed in jeans and a white blouse, sitting alone in a booth near the back of the place. Stephan edged up to the bar and ordered a beer. He drank for several minutes glancing in her direction every now and then to be sure nobody had joined her. She was alone. Stephan decided to be bold and approach her. "I know you take the same train as I do, but I don't know your name" he said figuring that honesty might make a good pickup line for a change. "Yeah, I've noticed you too" she replied smiling. "I'm new to this neighborhood. I recognize a few faces. Yours is one of them. But I don't really know anybody around here." Stephan introduced himself. "I'm Sue, Sue Hamlin. Pleased to meet you" she replied. Then "do you want to have a seat, or are you waiting...for..." she trailed off. Stephan assured her he wasn't waiting for anyone and that, yes, he'd love to join her. He took a seat across from her and ordered drinks. They talked then, exchanging life stories, about how they came to live in that trendy part of the city. All sorts of things. Stephan let his leg brush against her under the table: she didn't pull away. She got up to use the ladies room and when she got back she slid into the booth closer to him. After another half hour of talking their thighs were resting together. Stephan went for it, asking her if she wanted to see his place. As an architect he of course had a nice apartment! She agreed. He fixed a couple of drinks and they settled onto his couch. Before long they were kissing passionately. Stephan let his hand drop to her thigh. She gave no resistance. He cupped her breasts, hot to the touch even through her shirt. She leaned her head back on the couch and let him undo the buttons of her shirt. A low moan rumbled in her throat as Stephan pulled the shirt off her back exposing her breasts covered only by a plain white bra. He could see the dark nipples straining at the fabric. He cupped her breasts again feeling the hardness of her nipples. "Suck my tits...please" she implored him. Leaning forward she undid her bra freeing her firm breasts which stood out right in front of his face. Stephan pushed her backward onto the couch and lay on top of her so that his face was right between those small firm tits. He sucked and nibbled on each of her nipples in turn. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face to her more forcefully. "Suck me. Suck me.." she was saying over and over again. Stephan kissed his way down to her belly and to the top button of her jeans. He undid the button, then the zipper, revealing a small triangle of white cotton panty. He gently lifted her and slid the jeans off. He looked up at her: she had her forearms crossed on her chest and she was sucking on her forefinger. Removing the finger she moaned "eat me! Lick my pussy...please...lick me..." Stephan pulled her panties off. Her blonde pubic hair was matted down and he could just make out the flesh of her pussy peeking out. He fluffed her pubic hair up lightly with his fingertips then started kissing her right leg just inside the knee and working upward. He stopped just short of her pubic hair and switched to the other leg. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned. Stephan worked his way up the left leg not stopping short of his goal this time. Her pussy smelled of sandalwood, or some exotic spice. He licked her softly, flicking apart the labia a little at a time. When her lips were fully spread and wet he began moving his tongue up and down her pussy. He made a little circle around her clit each time he came to it. "Suck on it!" she commanded, "Suck my clit!" Stephan sealed his lips around the hard little bud of her clitoris and sucked it into his mouth. She moaned again. Stephan continued sucking for some time, until she begged him to fuck her. He was out of his clothes and between her legs in a flash. She reached down. Her hand felt so cool on his burning cock as she stroked it firmly. She guided the head to the opening of her pussy and held it there. Stephan pushed just the head of his cock into her. She was so wet he slid in without any trouble, then he pulled his cock all the way out again so that it wasn't touching her at all any more. Again he plunged just the head in and pulled it all the way out. She gasped every time his cock touched her pussy lips. Gradually he let more of his cock slide into her with each stroke but still pulled all the way out. Finally he couldn't stand it any more: he sank into her all the way to his balls and pushing against her as hard as he could ground his cock around inside her. He could feel his balls raking across her ass as he rotated his hips. She grabbed the sides of Stephan's head and held him in her gaze. "I want you to fuck me hard. Slam your cock into me as hard as you can." She was speaking in a hoarse whisper. Stephan obliged. Pulling his cock all the way out he let the fully weight of his body fall in to his thrust. "Yes!" she whispered. "Yes!" Every time he reached the bottom of his stroke she exclaimed "yes!" or "fuck me!" She brought her legs up and placed her feet on his ass, pushing him into her with all her strength. "I'm going to come!...I'm coming...I'm coming" she kept repeating. "When I come I want you to stay inside of me! Don't pull out any more, OK?" She asked. It was all he could do to grunt a reply. Her legs locked around his waist. "Now! I'm coming, now! Screw me!" her tone was pleading. Stephan rammed his cock into her one last time and kept it there. He tried to push with all his force, probing her as deeply as he possibly could and swiveling his hips. She was squirming under him wildly with her legs and arms gripping him as tightly as she could. Stephan couldn't hold out any longer himself. "Oh! Susan! I'm coming! I'm going to fill you with my hot sperm....." He let loose what felt like a dozen hot spurts of semen deep inside her. He had come all over his belly. Enough so that is poured off his side onto the bed making a big wet spot he would have to avoid as he drifted off to sleep...Stephan's eyes opened suddenly. While remembering his fantasy of the night before he had completely missed his stop. In fact he had gone four stops too many. He was going to be very late for work! Cathy continued to gaze down the train car. It was safe. His eyes were closed. He looked like he was concentrating intently on something. "I wonder what's going through his mind? Cathy thought. Her own thoughts started down a familiar path: She needed photographs of herself taken for the office directory. The law office would pay for any photographer she chose to have do the work. She was given 'Max's' name and phone number from one of the secretaries in the office. She had dressed in her usual office attire when she went to his studio on a Saturday afternoon and to her amazement Max was the man she had been noticing on the train to work every so often! He didn't act like he recognized her when he opened the door to his studio so she didn't let on that she had ever seen him before either. She needed only head shots so Max set up a stool for her to sit on in front of a smoky looking background. Cathy felt playful that day. "These lights are so hot! You don't mind if I take off this jacket do you?" she asked holding it out so that he had to come take it from her outstretched hand. After he had taken the shots Cathy said she wanted some extra shots for herself and that she would pay the extra amount. "It's no problem for me just to print an extra copy of each shot" Max responded. "I won't even charge you for them." Cathy smiled. "You don't understand." I don't want prints of those shots... I want some more... special ones..." As her voice faltered she started undoing her blouse. "You don't mind do you?" "Ms Flynn!" he exclaimed. Cathy hesitated: maybe he was gay afetr all... "Ms Flynn!" he repeated. "You've got a fabulous set of tits!" Cathy felt a surge of relief and then quickly a renewed surge of arousal. She undid her bra. "Come and feel them if you like" she asked. He put down his camera and came over to her. He massaged her breasts, stopping a few times to playfully pinch and pull on her swollen nipples. He got behind her and completely covered them with his warm hands and squeezed them gently. Cathy let her eyes close and her head fall back onto his shoulder. "Tie me up." He said "What?" "I want you to tie me up. You can have me...do anything you want to me...please...just tie me up..right here on the floor..." "Well...OK..." he said looking around the studio trying to figure out what to do next. Laying her on the carpeted floor of the studio he tied her ankles to the legs of a large table with long electrical chords. The bonds were firm but not to tight holding her legs spread wide apart. Her wrists he lashed together with some rope stretching them over her head and fastening them to the handle of a large metal suitcase her dragged in from a corner of the room. When he was done he stood over her thinking for a moment then took all of his clothes off. His cock was already getting hard but he stood over her between her legs and slowly started stroking it, getting it harder. She cooed: "What a big hard cock. Let me see it up close. I want to suck it!" He got on his knees above her head and lowered himself down. She felt the hair of his balls brushing against her forehead. He gently slapped her cheek with his cock and rubbed it across her face, her forehead and hair. "Let me suck you" she said. He leaned forward and got on his hands and knees over her. The thick hot head of his cock rested against the side of her chin. She loved this view of a man's body: his thighs rising up on either side of her face, coming together at a stiff cock, the heaviness with which his balls hung down, the arch of his ass cheeks where they parted above her...He shifted his body, bringing the tip of his cock to her lips. The head was thick, blunt ended, the color of dark red wine. She inhaled deeply, smelling his musky scent. He lowered cock just far enough so that her lips engulfed just the head. "Just make a sound when I'm as far in as you can take, OK?" "Mmm hmmm!" she replied. Slowly he sank his cock into her moth. Cathy was astonished at how much of it she could take in. He paused about half way: "OK?" he asked. "Mmm hmmm." He lowered himself more. All the way. His balls draped over her nose. ""Oh my God!...Cathy!...Oh Christ.." he moaned as she extended her lips even farther up the shaft of his cock, to the edge of his balls. Locking her lips on him she applied suction and she felt a shock wave pass through his body, the skin of his balls grew tight and rippled, like a squall passing over water. He slowly started fucking her mouth. She delighted at the sight of those balls going up and down right in front of her eyes. At the bottom of his slow strokes they were all she could see in front of her eyes. His strokes became a little more urgent, his thigh muscles were knotting and unknotting. Cathy lightly bit the base of his cock every time he had sunk all the way into her. "Oh my God!...Oh my God!" he was saying over and over. "Uuurrrggghhhh!" Cathy managed to make a sound. "Oh my God! Cathy! Are you all right? I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked with concern in his voice. "No, I want you to fuck me...now ...please.." They realized then that he had tied her up with her dress and panties still on. He managed to hike the dress over her hips, baring her plain white cotton panties but her legs were spread too wide for him to slide them off and out of the way. "Hold on a sec!" he said disappearing from her view. He came back between her legs holding a pair of scissors. "Arch your back, raise your ass off the floor." he commanded. He gently slid the panties down a few inches and got the scissors inside. Starting at the front he sliced open the panties right down the middle of the crotch leaving her with one half around each thigh. These he quickly cut with a single snip each from the scissors. Then he looked at her pussy for the first time. "You need a haircut!" he said. He trimmed her bush. He didn't cut much but Cathy got goose bumps as she felt the new sensation of cool drafts of air striking her exposed pussy for the first time. "I want you...fuck me.." is all she could whimper. He spread her with the back of his fingers and pushed his cock into her willing pussy. He groaned as he slid in all the way. Raising himself up on his knees and elbows, so that the only parts of their bodies touching were cock and pussy, he started fucking her with short stabbing motions. He made many small shallow thrusts and at random intervals surprised her by thrusting his cock into her as far as he could. "I like it when you do it shallow and fast" she said. She told him to move his body higher so that the head of his cock put pressure on her clit. "Keep that up. Faster! You're going to make me come if you do that!" she moaned. His cock was quivering at the opening of her pussy sending exquisite sensations through her. Her arms and legs strained at the chords holding them. Cathy couldn't stand it any longer: her mind went numb as she came. "Fuck me hard now!" she cried out as she was coming. He lowered himself onto her and started pumping her with full deep thrusts. The power of his thrusts prolonged her orgasm for what seemed like several minutes. Opening her eyes Cathy looked around her. The train was just pulling into the stop before the twin towers. She always got off a stop early to get coffee and a bagel to take up to her desk. Pulling her jacket tightly about her to hide her erect nipples which were poking visibly through her blouse she slipped out of the train. As the car pulled away she looked back and saw that 'Max' was still in his seat, lost in his own thoughts. "This is going to be a great day!" she thought. "This day sucks!" Stephan muttered under his breath. It was past two o'clock. He had been behind all day after daydreaming past his stop that morning. His co-workers had glared at him when he sheepishly tried to sneak in half an hour late. Bates stuck his head into Stephan's office: "The law firm in tower two called again. They didn't get the redraw of their conference room. You seen it?" "Shit!" Stephan exclaimed. He had forgotten all about it. "I'll send it over by courier." "Courier just left" Bates responded blankly. "They need those drawings by two thirty they said, or they'll be very upset. We don't want to make them upset, now do we." he added sarcastically. "Ok, OK, I'll run over there myself. Who do I send them too..." he fumbled through papers on his desk. "Ms Flynn. Cathy Flynn's the one who just called. She sounded pissed. Take the drawings to her." Bates suggested. Things were going well for Cathy Flynn. By two o'clock she had finished all her work for the day. Mr Batemann, one of the partners leaned in: "Cathy, you seem under employed right now. All of the secretaries are swamped with the Tinsley deposition transcripts...would you mind calling those architects? Once again they left us hanging. They didn't send the drawings over as they promised. I need those for my two thirty meeting. Do you mind? If they give you guff, just go over there and get them yourself. Then you can just go home if you want to." Cathy agreed willingly. The prospect of getting off work at two thirty on a Friday was worth stooping to do a little secretarial work. "Brinkman, Brigaham" Batemann snapped his fingers, "Breitmann! That's his name. Steve Breitmann's the one to talk to over there." Stephan was having trouble gathering the drawings. He didn't have enough plastic tubes in his office. He had to go search for some. He looked at his watch: 2:15. 2:20. The digital clock on Cathy's desk displayed. She sat at her desk waiting. The afternoon sun made her office uncomfortably hot. "Whoever designed this place is a jerk!" she thought. Sighing she got to her feet. This Mr Breitmann had obviously forgotten the drawings again. She was going to have to go get them. She hurried through the office to the elevators, pushing the down arrow. Stephan made it to the lobby of tower two. His watch read 2:20. One of the major complaints about the twin towers project was the lack of elevators. He had to wait for what seemed like an eternity. Cathy cursed the slow elevators in her building as she waited. She was barely going to make it. Finally an empty car arrived and she stepped in, hurriedly pressing 'L'. Just as the doors were closing she heard a bell ring: The car next to hers had just arrived at her floor... Fin Richard Rivers '97 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /