Message-ID: <41067asstr$1046297402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030226180436.84169.qmail@mail.com> Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit MIME-Version: 1.0 From: "Lou Moran" X-Originating-Server: ws1-6.us4.outblaze.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 13:04:35 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Hand Cream Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 17:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw Train Stories :: Hand Cream ellem52@mail.com MF --- Can you vote in the USA? Does sex make you happy? Got a good grip on reality vs fantasy? If you answered YES to these questions read on. --- Every breath in Manhattan created a cotton ball puff of steam in the sub zero weather. Nearly everyone was bundled in layers of cloth. Susan walked briskly to Penn Station. Usually she'd be in her Nike's but it was so cold she'd left her boots on. Her gloved hands ached from the cold. She ran to her track and quickly ducked into the train past the crowds that had been waiting for the 5:53. Being a pretty young woman in Manhattan had certainly been everything her brother had promised it would be. People opened doors, deli clerks refused her money, and Policemen seemed very concerned about her safety. Although all the window seats were taken there was a thin man huddled against the window. He looked like he might sleep all the way home so she sat next to him. The train was very warm, which was totally unexpected. Susan peeled her coat, scarf and sweater off. She noticed that the sleeping man now had an eye opened at her. He was looking at her so intently he didn't notice her looking at him looking at her. She was long and dressed impeccably, he thought. She wore thin leather knee boots with a skinny seam of a zipper, black stockings and a black skirt that stopped shy of her knees. Her white blouse was un intentionally see through, but with the harsh fluorescent lighting he could make out her flat stomach and very full breasts wrapped tightly in a white tank top. Her mouth was so sexy, her bright red lips contrasted with her pale skin. Her eyes were electric blue... and looking right back at him. Susan smiled disarmingly and the man offered a quick, "Sorry," as she pulled her leather gloves off of her hands. The gloves were throw backs to the 50's. They were overly long, where today's gloves would have stopped at her wrists, these stopped in her forearms. They were demurely sexy and Susan knew it. She and her brother had many conversations about sex and sexuality. He'd been quite frank with her since before she'd even hit puberty. He was 6 years older than her and he'd tried to warn her about what men would want and expect from her due to her looks and body shape. He warned her to no avail, she used most of his precautions as road map to dominating the other sex. While Susan knew she was beautiful she was also fiercely intelligent. A combination her brother had insisted would lead her to great heights. Susan thought about her brother and he dashing good looks. While she knew it was extremely vain to be attracted to him as they looked alike she couldn't help but think about what a sexual encounter with him would be like. They had snuck glances at each other naked many times. Often she'd felt he was exposing himself to her, while Susan often tortured him with her naked body. She squeezed hand cream into her left and began rubbing her hands together, rubbing the cream up her arms. She knew he was looking at her. While she had nothing to gain from this encounter just knowing there was a man sitting next to her getting hard on her account was exciting. She continued to fantasize about her brother and his excellent physique. His thick, strong thighs and rock hard ass. And of course about his meaty cock. Susan had never seen him erect and often tried to catch him in that state. Once at a party she noticed his bulge in a pair of swim trunks as one of her friends molested him in lawn chair. He looked like he'd split a woman in two. Her eyes were closed as she imagined her brother fucking her on their parent's bed. Her hand rubbing was making her seat partner painfully erect. The blonde next to him was breathing deeply in a controlled, but insistent manner. Her legs were squeezing together from her leather wrapped ankles to her hips. And her hand rubbing looked more like hand wringing as she deeply massaged herself. He'd never touched himself in public before this girl was driving him crazy. Her right leg pushed up against the back of the seat in front of her and she grabbed her own stockinged thigh. Her skirt slid up her leg. He could see the tops of her thigh high stocking, but not her flesh. He pushed on his erection with his left hand trying, vainly to get it to go away. Susan imagined her well hung brother screwing her the way her girlfriends had told her he'd screwed them: Doggie Style. She'd teased him many times slapping her beautifully heart shaped ass in many pairs of skin tight jeans and club clothes. Tight and shiny was his favorite combination and she'd learned well from him. He held her by her hips, in her fantasy, and was thrusting her to orgasm. Susan bit her lip as the feelings got intense enough for her to gasp. She suddenly realized she was sitting in public and tried to quickly compose herself. Her legs were still coursing with that delicious feeling but she could not squeeze it away. She smoothed her skirt down her legs and looked over at the sleeper against the window. He wasn't sleeping. He was pushed against the window, as if he were recoiling from her. He looked flush and she noticed his hands rigidly gripping his thighs. And his huge erection. "Oh my God," she thought aloud. Susan realized he'd heard this as he squeezed his thighs tightly. "I, I," he stuttered. "Shhh, pull it out," she purred opening her hand cream tube and squeezing a large dollop out into her hands. She threw her hips and sat on her left hip, showing her ass to the man across the aisle. She grabbed the huge pink cock her skinny admirer produced with her greasy hands. It took two hands to haul this monster in, and Susan used them to stroke him. She plucked his balls out of his opened pants and began rubbing the head of his dick and the shaft like she was pulling a condom on him. His manhood was warm to the touch and Susan surmised she was the best looking woman that ever laid hands on this mess of a man. How many women in his office over looked him never once contemplating that this horny little man had a cock like a porn star? She worked him fast. Her tits bounced and she knew that was making him harder. She pushed her tits together with her upper arms and licked her lips for him. He gasped out loud. "Shhhh baby. We can't let everyone know what we're doing." She tugged on his massive pole and the cream oozed between her fingers. She grappled with the base of his shaft barely able to wrap her hands around it while she used her other hand to simulate the feeling of his battering ram sized sex smashing against the back of some lucky woman's pussy. She imagined he'd leave her a total mess if he got that fuck stick inside her. The more Susan looked at him the more he looked like an ugly Steve Buscemi. Susan began thinking about what the ugly men in her office were packing under their belts. His cock was beautiful. Long, thick and massive vein along the side that she could feel pulsing in her hands. She imagined she was getting him off like no other woman ever had before. She was right. No one, certainly no one this beautiful had ever touched him like this. No one had ever done this to him in public. He writhed under her deft manipulation of his tool. She was using her whole body to jerk him off. He grabbed her leg and groaned, "I'm going to cum!" Susan grabbed her long glove and wrapped it around the head of his gushing cock and pumped the cum out of him. He looked shattered. His eyes were wide open and his mouth agape. His hand clutched her thigh she squeezed her legs together trapping his hand. She used the other glove to clean him completely. Then she pushed his softening meat into his pants and zipped him up. She stood and got her coat and scarf and walked a few steps to the train doors. She flopped against the vestibule partition and pur her coat and scarf on. She was extremely wet and she caught a glance of the sleeper panting in a reflection on the window. She'd done a good thing making him cum so hard. Now it was time to do something bad. "Hi Billy," she said into the cell phone she produced from her pocket, "it's your sister. I really need to talk to you tonight. I need something from you really, really bad." -- __________________________________________________________ Sign-up for your own FREE Personalized E-mail at Mail.com http://www.mail.com/?sr=signup ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+