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Train Report
I was coming home late from work during school holidays. This is an odd time to be on the train. Since all the kids are out of school, you get a lot more on the train, heading to parties, or to see friends, getting up to trouble. This night the train was practically deserted so you could get a whole set of seats to your self if you wanted to. I honestly think that it was just the 5 of us in that carriage. So there are 3 older schoolkids sitting together, middle aged lady, and myself. The lady was your typically prissy settled in type not yet old, but no longer young. She was at one end of the carriage, and I was at the opposite end and the kids were in the middle. Now I’m tired after a hard day. I must have been in for 14 hours. I don’t even want to look at anything. I’m about ½ way home at this point. Relived that nothing too dangerous is going on. Sometimes you get the odd drunk, or crazy girl playing with matches.
Anyway I’m trying to mind my own business, and pickup an MX (free local newspaper on the train). Now the three kids (ok so I call them kids, I must be getting old) 2 boys and one girl are doing the giggling and laughing routine. I look up just in case and don’t see anything. I notice the lady across the way looks a hell of a lot like one I used to see on the way in. This woman used to drive me crazy. Gets on the train about 2 stops after I do with her friend, takes the seat directly in front of me every morning and bitches like crazy.
Now you must know I’m not a morning person, so I kind of like it quiet in the morning. This woman used to drive me to put on my Walkman and crank the volume of my favourite X-Japan songs to dangerous levels. Not my favourite thing to do, but better than hearing her loudly complain about her husband. I think most passengers want quiet in the morning; expect the schoolkids, who want to catch up with their mates. Anyway recognizing who it is, I groan and burry my head in the paper, and try to distract myself.
Moments later I hear some more giggling from the kids. The girl has laid down on one of the guy’s laps. Looks like they are getting comfy. Now it is not uncommon for couples to make out on a deserted train. So I figure nothing is really going on. Well after a few minutes of playing poke and prod, you could almost hear the fly unzip. I’m trying not to stare right at them, so I do the eyes darting around the train thing. Everyone who rides the train does this. You don’t always want to make eye contact with the weirdos on the train. Anyway I glance at the lady wondering how she is taking the experience. While I’m doing all this looking around the ‘couple’ is getting it on. There is some noise as a part of the action. This draws the ladies attention. She is mortified, but she keeps staring. Now this is about a 15-minute blowjob. She stares almost the whole process looking and looking, as if she has never seen that before. I must have a cheeky grin on my face, knowing what those two are getting up to.
Now even I am giving them some privacy, and not really wanting to watch. Although figuring there are 2 guys present to the one girl, it probably does not matter. Now the lady of faded youth could have turned the other way, or gone to another seat. Hell she could have gotten off the train twice. I had an ok view where I was, but she must have had an excellent one from her angle.
Anyway they finish with the blowjob, and the guy has such a grin on his face. The girl just cuddles next to him and tries to kiss him. She does not get her kiss, but still gets held. The look on the lady’s face is priceless. She looks at me as if we are scandalized. Me, I just give a cheeky smile, and tilt my head and lift an eyebrow in typical cherryripeboy fashion. I just think a guy got lucky and hope the action was safe. You see a lot of weird shit on the train; it was just a couple getting it on. I mean lady get over it.
Now the thing that still puzzles me is that on a deserted train, late at night, there are still enough customers to feel safe, but not enough to be crowded. I just have to wonder why did the other passenger not just take the seat opposite her and look the other way. Hell there were 2 stops during the action, she could have changed train carriages. I know if they had got into a spit roast, I would have left the carriage. I’m just wondering why if this offended her, she did not get up.
Anyway, makes for one hell of a story!
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Excellent post! Very well written - I love this story.
Regarding your question:
There are certain types of people who like to feel morally superior to other people. Sometimes they also have a 'power' trip and feel that they can shame people into not doing something they themselves are uncomfortable with. Or, maybe she was forcing herself to face something she was uncomfortable with. If it were the latter, she could have been a bit more polite about it.
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Oh, the hell with that. I would have watched. I would have been facinated. And I would have been absolutely open about it - like if you are giving/receiving blowjobs on a populated public transit vehicle I think demanding "privacy" is demanding a little much.
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I'll have to do another one later! I have heaps of train reports as the case may be.
Thanks for the insights azcustomer. As you can tell I was never happy with the other viewer. I made a point once I found out about her morning rants, to always take a different carriage than the usual one, or just leave 10 minutes early. At the point of this story I was usually catching the 4:30 am train.
I do agree Jenny that if your getting it on, while on the train you can't really say anything if people watch. I just have that shy streak, that comes out every now and again. I do love this one girls comments from annother time though "Hey, look look!" she said as she elbowed her boyfriend, "We are even turning them on!" then later, "Don't they live up the road", said while laughing.
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The Train With a View
Well it had been a good day a work. I got out early for once. It was summer, the sky was blue and it was warm, not too hot, just right. Well for a lack of anything better to do. I decide to head home. So I board the E bound train, and have a pleasant but eventless 40-minute ride.
As we are about that last 5 minutes to the station, we stop on this old wooden bridge that crosses over one of the parks I regularly take my son to. This is a big park; the duck pond is at the far end, and then closer are the children’s playground and BBQ area. Closer still are some trees, and wooded paths. There are benches along the wooded paths. You have a very good view of the benches from the train.
Well anyway, we are stopped in no mans land waiting for the platform to clear. Kind of bored I look out the window and see what I can see in the park. Well, amazingly there are breasts! Large ones and they are attached to a woman even! I could not believe it. A couple was getting it on! They were on one of the park benches just going at it. It was shocking, not even 20 meters on the other side there was a whole playground full of children. I don’t remember the guy much, but she was quite nice, blonde, and getting a good hard one.
I of course had developed a cheeky grin and was trying to suppress my laughter. Another bored passenger asked me what was so funny, and I just pointed out the window. He soon had a cheeky grin as well. Thereafter everyone began looking out the windows. I’m glad with all the weight on one side of the carriage the train did not fall off the rails. Even the drive had to make an announcement. “Sorry for the delay passengers, the platform is now free. H continued, “Hope you enjoyed the show!” I think we stayed extra long just to see what was going on. It must have been good for that couple, they did not even appear to hear the train. Oh and the windows tend to have mirror tinting during the day, so they would never actually see us looking.
Enjoy!
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VERY nice! I love public sex too. I love to watch it and I love to have it.
One of the hottest experiences of my life was when my boyfriend shoved up my shirt to expose my breasts and bent me over the hood of his car - right in the parking lot of a bar we had just been to. Everyone was leaving the bar as it was almost closing time, and there's no telling how many people were watching me get fucked right there in the parking lot. It was incredible.
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Skirts are great for that Yekhefah.
Which gets me to thinking about something.
Skirts: Very easy full access, or bottom access through various means
Long Dresses, of strechy fabric: somewhat easy access.
Slacks: moderate acess depending on type
Jeans: worse access, hand hard to get down, very little give. So thick exterior work is harder. Rough feeling on outside can be painful depending on what is going on. Still they can show off a good body shape.
Well I'm going to write the Taco Grande, and the Three Little Girls part one and two soon.
I'll also get my HOSTS file spam blocking thing up later tonight.
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The Three Little Girls Part One
Please note I was sixteen when this happened. If you’re looking at girls that are 14 when you’re that 16, then that is probably ok. I know more than enough people that were having relationships between those ages. That is of course a whole different kettle of fish. I’m older now and a father so girls that young have no interest for me women are far more interesting. Enough disclaiming lets enjoy the adventure. Some of you may want to skip a couple of posts and go straight to Taco Grande.
It was a mildly hot summer day in Melbourne, and for some forgotten reason I had left school early. I was in my jeans and a t-shirt as per usual and figured I may as well head to my friend’s shop. It was on the way home, and usually a fun place to hang out. Yeah he got some free labour out of me, but hey, I got a pretty good discount as well. So I get on the train, not too many people on it, but enough I can’t get a great seat. So, I take the best seat I can at the end of the train. This is one of those seats that faces the opposite window, and chairs. At least there was no one next to me. Personal space is important to me on the train.
So here I am listening to Anhatae, it feels odd doing so on such a warm day. Anhatae is a sad Japanese blues song that I always listened to back then. It is about unrequited love and how one wants to die because of it. Now, as I’m waiting for the train to depart the sad song has just finished and the much perkier Snapshot was beginning. This is a much more upbeat song about taking photos or looking at photos with fond memories. Well here I am trying to chill out and relax, when schoolgirls invade the train. They were cute and pubescent, but not by much. They had on trashy summer uniforms, which really could have been done much better. I have a real feeling I was being completely ignored as they were certainly up to some tricks.
I was not really in the mood for that kind of stimulation as it was. I was a little more interested in my own lack of success with girls. Anhatea kind of does that to you. So I put my Walkman away and opened whatever fantasy book I was reading at the time. Knowing the time frame, it had to be something from the Forgotten Realms book series. Anyway I start trying to read, and find these girls are giggly, and chatty. They start out talking about their assignments, and by about the third stop they are talking about boys and the changes they are going through. A couple of stations pass by, and the express is under way.
Like I said they must have been completely oblivious to my presence. They were sitting in the actual aisle just to the front and right of me. So all of a sudden one of the girls says to the other “Feel my titties they just came in”. Yes she said titties! I must have been riding with bogan girls. Can you imagine a guy hearing this? I could feel the faint tingling of a blush on my own cheeks. So I glance up to see what is going on. Yes, self-discovery was occurring. I cannot believe the state of undress of these girls had gotten to. They still had the bottoms on, but the skirts were so short I don’t think it mattered. If I had really stared, I’m sure I would have been in panty shot heaven. Now the train was not that hot, but it was warm. Well maybe I was getting warm.
Anyway, these girls had taken the tops of their uniforms off and were pretty much down to whatever you call those undergarments that occasionally go over bras are, you know kind of satiny cover up undershirt things. So they finish feeling each other up, they start talking about the hair down below. How much they have what colour etc. They were giggling and laughing all the way. These crazy girls are just getting wilder and wilder, completely oblivious to my or anyone else’s presence.
So I was this little oblivious fly on the wall. They were discussing those things that make boys, and many men somewhat squeamish, their periods, boys, kissing, developments, and some of their quasi-sexual experiences. All the stuff that I think one would find in the Japanese magazine Lemon, if one could read Japanese that is.
This went on for about eight stations I guess. I must add there was a fourth girl there. She was somewhat more self-possessed than the others and much cuter as well. She did actually notice me one, and we exchanged glances she did a very vague smile and went back to her work. Of the group, she was the only one interested in her assignment, and left at Canterbury station.
I tell you this is an odd experience. I was as pinkly flushed in the face about as much as I have ever been, and needed some relief when train finally pulled into my underground station and they head on to what I found out the girls destination to be.
I head off to my friends shop, and of course tell him the tale I have just told you. You go into a friends place all flushed they’ll wonder what happened.
Thus ends part one.
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The Three Little Girls Part Two
Now I’d say the time frame of this story is about 1 and a half years ago or two and a half years ago. This was during one of the hardest times of a good job once held. A co-worker had had some false complaints about how much work I was doing. My boss had got him to cover for me, when I was sick or on leave. I had always picked my days well, so that if I were not there, no shit would hit the fan. I chose days that were away from deadlines, and would have enabled me to leave at decent hours anyway. My boss of course realized this. So we all had a meeting, where this co-worker, who does not even work in my building on a daily basis, tries to say I am shit, and that I don’t do anything. Suffice to say two weeks later, he is in the frying pan. I work harder, faster, longer, than anyone he ever saw. I not only did my job, I did theirs better than they could. It was a victory, which had the unforseen aftermath of him resigning a few months later. This essentially meant my workload doubled until the project began ramping down. I was a little too good at his job. So rather than him taking mine, I still did mine and took his as well. I had been working 16 to 18 hour days, depending on weather or not you included travel. The overtime rate was non-existent, but I did get my money.
So I’m into about the third week of hellish hours, but still going strong. I’m taking the 4:30 am train into work. This is a very quiet train, more so when it was about the fourth day into school holidays. Perhaps there were usually about 2 people in each carriage. I will tell you this day some strange events occurred. I board the train, and find that the seats I like are have been taken over by three girls. They must have been somewhere between sixteen to eighteen years old. I hope they were not younger. They were pretty but trashy, jeans and tops that showed more than they covered. The looked like they had rode hard and been put away wet a very hard night indeed. They were all sleeping on the not so comfy benches of the train. Now, I’m not really sure if they caught the train at the end of the line, or found some way to sleep on it all night long. I know there are ways to access or stay on the trains at night, if you are clever or smart enough.
I guess some strange protective instinct came up in me. I did not move as far away from the strange three as I normally would have. Well it was calm anyway. The few people that did get on the train avoided them. We got to about fourth or fifth station from my own, and they started to wake up. They were groggy and blood shot, cheeks flushed, with faces pink on one side from rubbing against the fabric on the seats. They began discussing their night out ‘clubbing’, the cute boys they hooked up with, where they were going to stay the next night. It was one of those things that made you wonder if their parents knew or cared where these three someone’s daughters were. They ended up getting off at Melbourne Central station. None of them had a phone, and I did not see the bulge of a wallet in those ever so tight jeans. I never saw them again. I was however left wondering what became of them. I suppose that is a blue rose of mystery best left on the stem.
This does however make me think of those three other girls and what became of them as well. We probably caught the same train a few more times but nothing like that one time. I know it is far too many years apart, between these two sets of girls for them to be the same. The certainly had similar looks, perhaps it was just Australian genetics.
Now lets go enjoy the Taco Grande. Well I won’t enjoy it much, but you guys might.
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This one occurs a few months after the last train story. Somewhere between 1 and 2 and a half years ago. I’m still working hellish hours and it seems I’m finally feeling the fatigue from lack of sleep. I was just glad the money was rolling in at this point. I had considered another job, at a more successful company, but the deal fell thorough. Good thing though, six months later they laid off almost everyone not on a very special project. So I would have ended up in the shitter, almost a year before I did.
I once again boarded the 4:30 am train. It was a little more crowed, school holidays being mostly over. I took the best seat possible, on the inside of one of the bigger rows, No one was there before me, I guess it is lucky to be about three stations from the end of the line.
I had started bringing my Walkman again. Anything to keep me up, bottles of water, limiting caffeine intake to when absolutely necessary, eating breakfast on the train. Well I was just wasted this day. It must have been a Friday. I had the X-Japan blasting “I’ll Kill You”, and “Sadistic Desire”, and I’m sure “Standing Sex” was in there as well. You see I had made this power up CD.
The first third was all heavy metal, ready to crank me up. The middle was transition music, some harder Shonen Knife (“Devil’s House”, “Buddha’s Face”), to Weird Al, and select clips from Dr. Demento. The end was of course the more familiar candy punk of Shonen Kinfe, being “Cookie Day”, “Strawberry Cream Puffs”, and “Sushi Bar”. My music collection is eclectic to say the least.
So here I am dozing off to “Sadistic Desire”. I end up bent forward, head and chest between my legs and sleeping for quite a few songs and train stations. I end up hearing myself snore and wake up. An old man looks at me with disgust. I notice a not so nice girl is also taking a keen interest in my cacophonic symphony. She has medium length light brown-reddish hair and how should I put it, well she should have had a wide load sticker on her rear end. Ok not a double wide, but wide and unfit, and very bogan in her tracky dackies.
Anyway I kind of start dozing off again, even the anger to tell the old man how hard I’ve been working is not keeping me coherent. I must have gotten into the Werid Al . I vaguely remember “Another One Rides The Bus”. So I’m half way to full doze again, and I hear Taco Grande come on. This is of course the Mexican food themed version of Rico Sauve’s hit. Anyway I’m dozing, and listening, once again head is almost between legs, but I’m fighting it. So I open my eyes and only to a site I have not seen since, nor would want to again.
The not so nice bogan girl is giving me a full moon with panties down around her legs. I’m hoping to god I was not too close nor did I want to see that piece of ass. All of a sudden, I hear the rich deep words Taco Grande. I’m there getting the full moon, and realize that yes a girls parts can look like a taco. I pass out from exhaustion. I can no longer grip hold onto my sense of reality. I hope the hell I did not make contact. At least I did not smell anything or taste anything. Well, I make it to the inner city suburbs, shaken and some what stirred by my experience. I look up and I see that same bogan girl smiling at me, in some mocking cheeky way. Perhaps she thought I enjoyed her show. Hell, I’ll never know, and don’t want to. I’m so glad she did not get out at my stop. Luckily work went back to normal then, and I started getting more sleep. I had serious thoughts of getting myself checked out, but I don’t think I came that close to her. I’ve probably been closer in a table dance. Guess that is the payback for the ogling I get up to.
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Oh jeez, I am officially lame. I haven't been laid in over two months and lately I have been rubbing up on everything like a cat in heat. I rubbed one out during a lapdance on Friday night, gave myself an orgasm on the Stairmaster at the gym on Saturday (listening to "Tear You Apart" on my iPod... <swoon>), and today... I masturbated to the damn Train Reports and came twice, AFTER having phone sex with my guy.
Thanks for the Train Reports and the reading material, Cherry. Have a cigarette. ;)
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Yekhefah, you have brought a mile wide smile to my face, thank you!
Reading those comments, has given me some satisifaction after two days of frustration!
Thank you!