I sat on the train,
my nose buried in a book, my body cloaked in every warm item that
scattered the floor of my room that morning. The Chicago weather had
just turned rigidly cold, a cold that had slipped my memory with all
the hot summer fun of the previous year. Once again, it was time to
bundle myself to bare the frigid Midwestern air that blew from Lake
Michigan, whipping between each of the tall buildings to hit you like
a freight truck, finding every nook and cranny in your full-body of
winter armor.

A look far from
sexy, my full-length f aux down coat was zipped clear up to my mouth
which was covered in a red scarf. I had pulled my hood over my
gigantic knit red hat in hopes of fending off the piercing breezes
old man winter flung my way. Somehow, winter still managed to slip
its icy fingers between the teeth of my zipper and breathe its minty
air between the spaces in my scarf. Entering the train was a blessing
and the the perfect protection from the vengeful winter. I quickly
grabbed the seat nearest the door, not caring who I pushed out of the
way to sit down. With a sigh, I reached in my bag and pulled out my
copy of Little Birds, transfixed by the exploits of the characters.

He entered the
train in his casual thug style. Ear buds firmly implanted in the
concaves of his ears, he nodded his head to the heavy bass that
flowed from his black IPOD. He leaned against the pair of doors on
the opposite side of the train, a practice seriously frowned upon by
the CTA but giving me full view of his his urban warrior stance.

His thumb beat in
time to the house music issuing from an IPOD I hoped was stolen from
some yuppie on the corner of Milwaukee and Damen as he scanned the
train with his large brown eyes. My breath shortened as his muscular
left hand holding the ipod caught my eye and the tanned muscles
rippled as he turned the IPOD towards his face to change the song.
Even the words of Anais Nin couldn't distract my thoughts of this
urban Adonis. His muscular hands flashed in my mind, removing the
outer articles of my clothing as his lips whispered dirty needs into
my ear and I felt his breath on my neck.

Realizing my
bundled appearance was a poor representation of the hotness growing
beneath its protection, I pulled the hood from head, along with my
knitted cap and casually unzipped my sleeping bag-like jacket to mid
chest. I loosened the scarf I had meticulously fixed around my upper
torso and attempted to primp my appearance in hopes of looking at
least half as appealing as the makeup ed blond girl sitting to my
right, clutching her latest purchase from Marshall Fields. After my
grand disrobing, I pretended to go back to my book in order to ogle
my train crush over the pages of a book, the title of which I was too
turned on to think about.

Excerpts of fantasy
raced through my mind as I gazed as my urban Adonis. His fictional
hand lifting my bra, guiding my head, pinching bits of flesh and his
lips tracing saliva in various crevices of my flesh. He felt my gaze
and swiftly turned his head my way. A grin crossed his solid face and
he nodded his head in acknowledgment of my heady gaze. My heart
skipped and I nervously transfixed my eyes back to the page, wishing
I had only imagined his acknowledgment to save myself embarrassment.
I slowly raised my head once more to find him still grinning in my
direction.

Feeling more bold
than I typically am, I gave a coy grin, emphasizing the sexual
glimmer in my eye with a soft nod in his direction.

The train doors
opened and the rush freezing air jolted me out of the alternate
universe where a gorgeous tan-skinned thug wished to caress the body
of a bookish girl sexually aching to live the life of Anais Nin.

“This is Halsted.”
announced the computer-like manly voice of the train announcement.
“Doors open on the left at Halsted.”

Realizing the train
had arrived at my stop while I had been deep in fantasy, I jumped up,
closing my book and rushed off the train and onto the frigid platform
which was oddly uninhabited despite it being the middle of the day. I
heard footsteps behind me as I made for the elevator to re-dress (put
on, lace up, etc. look up) my winter wear and as I reached the
threshold, I realized it was my gorgeous thug joining me in the
elevator. I lost my breath and braced myself against the silver
railing of the elevator as his sexy grin returned and he slyly pushed
the stop button once the doors has shut. I had expected an alarm to
sound alerting the cta workers of the stopped elevator but he must've
known what he was doing for no alarm sounded and there was no cta
worker in sight once the elevator was caught between the two floors.

He said nothing as
he approached me, his hands outstretched to place his hands on the
bulge of my breasts. Through the padded jacket, I felt the
electricity of his touch. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me
as deeply as I had imagined. I equaled his pushes as I grasped his
hips and pulled his pelvis towards mine, lifting my lower rear onto
the silver railing and opening my legs while he unzipped the zipper
to my long jacket and roughly grabbed the underside of my thighs,
lifting my knees to his shoulders and pushing himself between my
legs.

We stayed wrapped
in this erotic position, rubbing our encased sensitive areas against
one another, our breath exiting in soft white spurts against the cold
air accompanied by moans of wanting pleasure.

His lips traced the
muscles in my neck and were quickly followed by his teeth, tasting my
flesh as his hands lifted my bra and roughly kneaded them once they
bounced out of their encasing.

“We have to
hurry.” he breathed in a raspy en passioned voice.

“Yeah,” was all
I could swiftly come up with, not wanting to waste the time with
words.

He undid the top
button of my jeans and lowered the zipper as I did the same to him.
He pulled off my pants and pushed my naked ass back onto the railing,
lifting my legs and offering his exposed cock perfect admittance to
my wet pussy. Without hesitation and before I could get a good look
at it, he guided the hard tip of his dick to the entrance of my cunt
and eased it inside, lifting my knees higher. The next second, he
pushed his hardness deeper with a grateful groan. I could barely
catch my breath in the dryness of the winter air and greatly enjoyed
the freezing suffocation in juxtaposition to my wet heated longing
being fed in rhythmic pace.

I came quicker than
I had cum in months, the muscles of my cunt hugging his large
erection and erupting as his pace quickened. He pulled himself out of
me when I was done and pulled me off the railing. His hands grasped
my hips and he turned me around, placing his left hand on the back of
my neck, wordlessly instructing me to bend over. I placed my hands on
the cold glass, bracing myself for his entrance which was as rough as
I had hoped it would be. Without warning, he dove his entire erection
into my dripping cunt, leveraging himself with the hand that
constrained my upper back. The pull his cock had on my drying pussy
made his cock rub roughly against my enlarged clit. His right hand
pulled back and he smacked the right side of my pale ass, leaving a
mark that grew pinker with the few smacks that followed. Knowing I
had already cum, his intention was purely for his own subsequent
explosion as he quickened the pace of his pounding, moving his hands
from behind my neck to hold my hips in place. I looked over my
shoulder to enjoy the ecstatic contortion of his features while he
watched his cock go in and out of my wet hole.

He let out a long
grunt as his juice spurted into my pussy and I let out a moan myself,
feeling my experience complete with his cum fresh in my cunt.

We both quickly
pulled up our jeans and fixed out clothing as our passion subsided
into the satisfaction a good fucking can give. He pushed the button
to the first floor and I smoothed my hair with my hands. I took a
deep breath, enjoying the release of tension that follows getting
off.

“Thanks,” he
said in a deep voice as the elevator doors opened

“Yeah,” I said
“You too.” as I took my first step off the elevator.

I looked back and
waved while the elevator doors shut and he replaced the ear buds to
his ears.

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