Date: Fri,  3 Aug 2001 19:43:10 -0400
From: laurabi19@hotmail.com
Subject: THE TRAIN RIDE HOME, Chapter 1 (lesbian, first time)

THE TRAIN RIDE HOME
By Laura21

She'd taken the 7pm train for months.  Her job was tough and and usually
kept her at work late.  Kelly was 34, married, a woman who worked in a
typical large metropolitan area.  Kelly and her husband intentionally
decided to buy a home outside the hustle and bustle of the city, her train
ride home each night was an hour long, at times even longer, depending upon
the rush hour crowds.

Kelly, an average size woman, five foot six, 120 pounds, had medium length
hair, beautiful green eyes, her most striking feature.  Her upturned nose
and full lips made her a head turner.  She prided herself on the way she
dressed and maintained her trim, full figure.  Her breasts were in perfect
proportion to her hips, 34C-26-35.  She was proud that she could still turn
the heads of a few men.  That's about as close to sexual stimulation as
Kelly had received lately.  Her husband also got home late each night,
leaving only time enough to eat and prepare for work the next day.  Her sex
life was desperately lacking.

The train was packed today, or should I say tonight.  The fall had come and
the daylight hours had faded on her trip home, even the mornings were dark
as she rode in.  The days of chivalry had long passed, many a day Kelly
would have to stand in elbow-to-elbow crowds, holding on to the handle
above her head for support.  Today was no different.  Kelly had had a hard
day at work and she was tired.  As the train pulled away from the station,
the lights in the car dimmed.  Many liked to catch a few winks on their way
home; she wished it was her sitting in one of those comfortable seats.

Kelly felt the crowd shuffle back and forth in the car.  Bodies rubbing
against each other as the train rambled along the tracks.  It was then
Kelly felt something brush her buttocks, it was more than the normal bump
and brush she was normally accustomed too.  This time, what felt like a
hand, rested on the upper cheek of her right buttock.  The hand firmly
squeezed her cheek and then vanished.  Immediately, turning her head to the
right, then left, Kelly tried to identify her groper, but the car was so
dark, she couldn't make out the face of the man who had fondled her butt.

Kelly stood still, fearing the hand would return, trying hard to see who
was standing around her in the shadows.  Her short skirt she wore that day
concerned her now.  Normally, Kelly enjoyed wearing fashionable attire, but
with a groper lose on the train, the skirt made her feel more vulnerable
than if she'd worn pants.  Another fifteen minutes passed and nothing.
Maybe she'd exaggerated the incident.  It could have been a briefcase or
something else pressed against her butt that gave her the impression it was
a hand.  That must have been it, she thought.

As the train approached the next stop, the dome lights inside the car came
on.  Kelly took the opportunity to look at the people standing behind her.
A man in his thirties, standing to her right, dressed in the usual business
tie and coat outfit you'd see men wear everyday on the train.  Her eyes met
his, hoping to send a signal that she'd felt his rude assault and didn't
appreciate it.  He looked at her and then turned, not the least bit
interested in her.  Not him Kelly thought.  She'd only have a second more
to look before the lights went out again and the train started off.
Turning to her left was a woman, should I say young girl.  She looked to be
in high school, maybe a freshman in college.  She was small in stature,
five foot two, long red hair, freckled face and smooth complexion.  She
barely came up to Kelly's shoulder.  She was tiny, looked like she didn't
eat a lot of home cooked meals.  Kelly immediately looked past her, not
suspecting her as the groper, after all she was a woman and a woman w The
doors closed and the lights dimmed, they were starting to roll again.  As
before, when the lights were down, she couldn't see the faces of the
people.  All of sudden, the hand was back, only this time, it was resting
on her hip, holding it firmly.  She felt the intruding hand begin to slide
down her leg, slowly, massaging and caressing as it descended lower.  Kelly
gasped.  The touch was soft and warm.  The hand sent jolts of electricity
to her nerve endings, awakening them, raising her level of sensitivity as
the touch continued.

Kelly's body began to respond to the touch.  It shocked her as she felt her
nipples harden.  Was it the excitement of the moment that caused her to
react this way or was it the weeks of neglect by her husband and the long
hours that made her body seemed to now grave the touch of the stranger.
How could he know she needed to feel the caresses he was providing her.
She tried recall what the businessman looked like when she looked at him at
the last stop.  Nothing about his appearance seemed abnormal or for that
matter overly appealing to her, just an average Joe who was now pawing her
like a little school boy pulling the braids of his classmate.

This stretch of tracks was longer than the last.  They'd be in the dark for
sometime now, more time to try to deal with this guy and her feelings.  She
didn't like the situation she was in, so vulnerable, so trapped between
people, nowhere to run.  The hand continued its journey down her leg,
stopping at the hem of her skirt.  Feeling the hand leave her leg, she
sighed.  He's had his feel, now maybe he'd leave me alone.  Kelly's body
felt differently though.  The touch had had its effect on her neglected
emotions.  Her nipples felt very uncomfortable as they pressed into the
cups of her bra.  The bra seemed very restrictive as her breasts swelled
with excitement.  Below her waist was no different.  The man really knew
how to hit the right erogenous zones on her thighs.  She loved to have her
legs caressed and tonight was no different.  Kelly blushed as she felt the
wet spot on her panties that had formed unnoticed by her until now.  She
really was turned on.  This was the most excitement she'd had experience
Kelly, feeling the moment had passed, shifted her legs to steady herself as
the train rolled down the tracks.  Without warning, she felt the hand
again, only this time it was under her skirt, rubbing her panty covered
asscheeks.  She jumped and bumped the person in front of her, trying to
free herself from his hand.  She excused herself to the person she'd
bumped, she was trapped between all these people.  Should she yell rape,
stop that, help!!  She was confused and tried to think what to do as the
hand continued it's journey down between her legs.  Kelly tried to squeeze
her thighs tightly together, but his hand had already cupped her pussy,
gently massaging the puffy lips of her pussy.  Back and forth, his hand
continued this motion.  God, what could she do, how should she make him
stop.  The longer she thought, the longer the hand stroked her now swollen
labia.  His finger had pushed her panties up into her wet slit as the
fingers continued to work her over.  Each stroke of the hand ended with a
firm rub She was sure she could smell the sexual aroma being emitted from
her pussy.  Her panties were soaking wet.  It was then she felt his hands
grab the waist band of her panties.  He tugged them up firmly causing the
panty to become wedged into her slit and asscheeks.  The effect on her was
immediate.  Her clit was held captive by the crotch band of her own
panties.  The friction on her clit was too much.  Oh no, Kelly thought, I'm
going to cum... and she did, standing right in the middle of the rush
hour crowded train.

Kelly held tightly onto the handle above her; her head hung down, the
knuckle of her other hand pressed between her teeth to keep her from
moaning out load.  Kelly just stood there, her body quivering totally
consumed by the orgasm it was experiencing.  Her rush hour groper wasn't
through with her yet, as she felt him slide the elastic of her waistband
back and forth, wedging the crotch band even tighter in her pussy and ass.
The feeling was no less intense as when she felt it the first time, only
now, it felt as if the material was actually being forced past her outer
labia and into her inner, more sensitive lips.  The feeling was intense.
He seemed to know exactly how to maneuver her panties right to place she
wanted it.  The material was completely soaked now as it continued to slide
back and forth.

Here she stood in rush hour traffic, being caressed by a strange man who
brought her to one climax already and was working on her second in just a
few moments if he kept up this attack.  She felt the waistband of her
panties being pulled higher in the back than in the front.  This caused the
panty to really press hard into her clit, trapping the erect bud tightly in
it's embrace.  It also had the effect of drawing the material directly
across her little rosebud.  Kelly tightened her buttocks together, trying
to free them of the panty, but if anything, she drew them tighter into her
crack.  The material slid back and forth across her ass hole.  The feeling
was amazing.  Kelly's husband hadn't touched her there before and it was a
new experience to her.

 Kelly just stood, frozen in her tracks.  How was she going to make him
stop.  Did she want him too stop?  Would anyone else notice what was
happening to her?  Think, think, she thought.  The groper was relentless in
his actions.  He must feel pretty confident by now, she thought.  I haven't
even made a fuss or tried to grab his hand.  What should I do?  Kelly's
ability to think was dominated by the emotions her body was sending to her
brain.  All she could think about was how good he was making her feel.
She'd gone so long without these feelings and didn't want them to stop, at
least that's what she blamed her body's reaction on and how it responded to
this stranger's groping.

The train was nearing the next stop.  Kelly knew the groping would stop
soon, just like it had last time when they neared the stop.  This time
she'd confront him, when the lights when on, and tell him to keep his hands
to himself.  As the train neared the stop, she had pumped herself up to
really let this guy have it.  As the train slowed, the interior lights
rose.  Now she'd let him have it.  Turning in anger, she started to blast
him when she was confronted by the little freckled redhead.  She looked at
her in disbelief.  It wasn't a guy, it was a girl!!

Kelly was spellbound.  Looking down at the little girl, Kelly saw her raise
her hand and smell it.  Watching Kelly intently, the redhead ran her
fingers across her lips and smiled seductively up at her with a little
girlish grin.

Kelly knew her juices were on those fingers and the girl's actions held her
attention.  My God, thought Kelly, it was her, the groper.  She'd stood
there and let this little girl feel her up when she could have just turned
around and easily stopped her.  As she watched the erotic show she was
putting on for her, Kelly remembered the experienced touch of the redhead's
fingers, the two climaxes she'd brought her too.  They were magnificent and
earth moving to her.  Her panties were still wedged between both her
cracks, still creating that wonderful friction on her clit.  She was
getting turned on again just standing there looking at this freckled face
girl, without anyone touching her.

This was Kelly's stop, already.  Had it really been an hour already.  The
time flew had flown by.  Kelly slipped past her as she walked to the exit.
Before departing, she couldn't help but take one last look at her, she
probably wouldn't see her again.  As she stepped out the door, she saw her
wink and blow her a kiss.  Kelly stopped in the door, but was hustled out
by the others trying to exit.  Once outside on the platform, Kelly turned
and the girl was no where in sight.  Kelly searched the car, but didn't see
her.  Maybe she was sitting down.

Kelly moved on to her car.  On her way home, she couldn't shake the
thoughts and feelings she had just experienced.  She hadn't even bothered
to pull her panties out of her pussy or ass, helping to relive the tension.
Kelly had never had anything like this happen to her before.  The encounter
on the train had been frightening, yet wonderful.  Her pent-up sexual
desires seemed to have been lifted at the hands of her young redheaded
groper.  Yes, another woman had touched her.  Touched her soooo softly,
lovingly.  The touch that she seemed she couldn't get enough of.  Was she
gay?  Or was she bi?  Her mind was racing a mile a minute as she made her
way home.

Throughout the night and into the next morning, her mind was consumed with
thoughts of the redhead.  She'd not mentioned her encounter with her
husband, she just didn't know how he'd take it.  She was too unsure as to
what her feelings were as well.  Had she really enjoyed being felt-up, in
public, by another woman, a girl?

The next day went by slowly.  Was she so excited about the possibility of
meeting the redhead again, that she couldn't wait to get on the train?
Kelly tried to push those thoughts out of her mind, but they always seemed
to keep coming back.

Quitting time came and Kelly was one of the first out the door.  She almost
ran down to the train station, hoping to see the redhead.  Looking around
as she waited for her train, the platform was crowded with its usual rush
hour masses.  Picking out the short redhead would be difficult.  Scanning
the crowd, she thought she saw a glimpse of a redheaded person, but not
sure.  Her train was pulling in and she still couldn't see her.  Would she
wait till the next one in hopes of seeing her?

Kelly gathered her wits about her and stepped onto the train.  It was
standing room only again.  Holding tightly onto the overhead handle, the
lights dimmed as the train began to pull out of the station.  Kelly stood,
disappointed at not having had the opportunity to see the freckled redhead.
She settled back and prepared for her hour-long journey home.  Each stop,
Kelly craned her neck to try and catch a glimpse of the people around the
car, no luck, she just wasn't on the train.  The ride was long and boring.
Kelly thought how exciting the ride last night was, how mysterious, yet how
physically stimulating and rewarding it turned out to be.  Kelly had slept
like a baby last night, she couldn't help but believe it was due to those
two strong orgasms she'd had at the hands of that experienced little
redhead, her mystery girl.

Her stop was next, the lights came up and the doors opened.  Stepping
between the doors, she exited the train.  Reaching into her purse to
retrieve her keys, she found an envelope. That's strange, where did this
come from she thought.  Sitting in her car, she opened it.  Her eyes
widened as she read: "I don't know your name but I know how you feel.  I
hope you enjoyed your ride home last night after our little interlude on
the train."  Kelly breathed faster as she read on, "You were so wet that
night, your juices coated my fingers as I caressed your pussy and butt
through your panties.  I know you loved my touch; when I felt your buttock
tense as you climaxed, I knew you were mine.

 The next time I approach you on the train, I expect to have open access to
that pussy and asshole of yours.  From now on, don't wear any underwear,
and that includes a bra, when you get on the train.  Always wear short
skirts.  The train is usually crowded and I don't want to have to deal with
pants or a long skirt.  Love, Your Train Mistress.

Kelly's emotions hung on each word as she read the letter.  Her pussy
juices had already soaked the crotch of her panties.  She was on the train
with her, she suddenly realized.  Why hadn't she seen her?  Why didn't she
approach her as before?  Her thoughts raced through her mind.
Tomorrow... maybe.

Kelly, before leaving work, slipped into the restroom.  She remembered to
remove her bra and panties as instructed by her Train Mistress.  The
thought of calling her that seemed so strange.  Would she see her tonight?
Would they speak to each other?  So many questions with no answers.  Kelly
proceeded to the train station.  Her breasts bounced freely as she picked
up her pace. The contact of her nipples rubbing against the material of the
blouse caused them to grow hard and uncomfortable. Kelly hadn't gone bra
less in years.

Standing on the platform, Kelly looked for her, but didn't see
her. Boarding the train, she made sure she stood in the same place.  If her
Train Mistress was there tonight, this is where she'd find her.  The lights
dimmed and the short trip to the next station proceeded.  Much to her
dismay, the redhead wasn't anywhere to be seen.  As the train left the next
station for the long 60 minute run to her stop, she settled back for the
boring ride.

When she least expected it, she felt the familiar touch of the redhead on
her hips.  Both hands gripped them firmly.  She felt the redhead's soft
feminine form snuggled up against her, her hot breath tickling, stimulating
her ear, "Did you dress as I requested slut?"  Kelly heard her voice for
the first time.  The hair on her neck bristled as she nodded her head.  "I
saw you looking for me yesterday when I slipped the note into your bag.
Did your pussy get wet while you read it in your car?"  Kelly again nodded
her head.  The unexplained power she had over Kelly was unlike any she'd
ever known.  Kelly's pussy again started to heat up, her pussy lips filling
with blood, her clit hard in anticipation of what was to come.

Pressed tightly against her, Kelly felt her hands slide up her stomach, her
muscles tensed as she felt her fingers through her blouse.  "Place both of
your hands up on the bar over your head," commanded the redhead.  Kelly
quickly complied, not wanting to disobey her mistress.  `Mistress', Kelly
thought.  The term had a strong connotation in her mind.  She found it
strange to hear her say the word and the impact it had upon her.

With both hands now holding the bar, Kelly felt her hands continue up
toward her breasts.  My god, was she going to cup her breasts with all
those people standing so near, right in public?  Kelly didn't have to wait
long as she let out a little whimper when she felt her warm hands slip
under her full breasts.  She felt her cup them in her hands as if she was
weighing them.  Felt her finger grasp her hard nipples between her thumbs
and forefingers.  Kelly was so turned on.  She was turning to putty in this
little girl's hands.

"Your nipples are so hot and hard," said the stranger as her tongue slipped
into Kelly's ear.  Kelly melted against the little girl, afraid for a
moment she was too heavy for her to support her, but reassured when she
felt her easily support her body against hers.  Kelly stood still while her
breasts were warmly massaged by those experienced little fingers.  Her
hands were barely large enough to hold each breast as she squeezed them
like they were loaves of bread.

Kelly held on for dear life.  She would never have imagined she'd be
standing on the train while being felt up by another woman.  Not able to
actually see her in the dark, Kelly could only go by what she remembered of
her mistress during their brief encounter.  For the next ten minutes,
Kelly's ears, neck and breasts were the focus of her mistress' attention.
Her breasts were so heavy and had become so hard under the skillful
manipulations of her young Mistress.

Kelly had never been able to climax merely from having her breasts
caressed.  Her husband would grope her breasts, never devoting so much
attention to them.  Her mistress, however, seemed to understand just what
she needed to make her tingle from head ^Öto-toe.  It was then she felt
her jacket being pulled to the side and the buttons on her blouse begin to
open under the skillful touch of her Mistress. Kelly suddenly became very
uncomfortable, having her blouse opened on a public train, with commuters
standing right next to her.  What would she do if the lights suddenly came
on.  Kelly's embarrassment was also very exciting at the same time.  The
hands of the redhead wasted no time in cupping her breasts and pulling them
away from her chest.  Her mind quickly reverted back to those little
fingers, now grasping her bare swollen nipples in her fingers...twisting
and pulling them out and away from her body, stretching them so far from
her chest.  The fullness of the breast was now conically shaped as her
Mistress w The initial contact of her bare breasts being caressed by her
Mistress' warm hands brought Kelly over the top, her knees nearly gave out
as she succumbed to her mistress's manipulations.  She gripped the overhead
bar as tightly as she could.  Her breasts were prominently on display with
her hands up in the air.  She never wanted those wonderful hands to stop
their pulling and twisting of her nipples.  The attention being paid to her
breasts was just too much for Kelly as her body was hit with one orgasm
after another.

Her mistress felt Kelly's body tense up and begin to quiver as she began to
cum, "You really are getting off on having your tits so shamelessly on
display, your big nipples pinched and pulled, aren't you my little slave,"
whispered Kelly's mistress. Kelly was speechless, her feelings overpowering
her ability to concentrate. She could only nod her reply.

Kelly, shaky at best, literally hung from the bar as the train continued on
its journey.  Kelly was exhausted, her body drained, her emotions running
on overload.  Her mistress, however, was not done with her.  Releasing
those swollen breasts, she slipped her hand beneath Kelly's short skirt,
"Spread your legs, slut and let me feel your pussy."  Kelly could only
imagine what pleasures this young girl's fingers could bring her as she
obeyed her mistress' command.

Running her fingertips along the inside of her sensitive thighs, the
redhead's hands slid up her legs until they reached the vee between her
legs.  The immediate reaction of her Mistress' hand cupping Kelly's swollen
vulva, caused Kelly to let go of the bar, falling forward and catching
herself against the high back seat in front of her.  Pushing her forward,
the redhead lifted her skirt completely over her back, exposing Kelly's
smooth, firm asscheeks.  In this position, her pussy and ass were easily
accessible to her invading fingers.

Should you want this story to continue, contact me with some ideas on how
you'd like our little train nymph to be treated by her Train Mistress.

PART II

Thanks for all the email and suggestions on what should happen to Kelly.
Well here goes:

Kelly felt the train car rock as she steadied herself with her hands
against the seat in front of her.  Her tormentor's hands never let up as
they caressed her swollen vulva.  The heavy flow of juices were making it
easy for the little redhead's small fingers to glide between her swollen
lips, stroking ever so gently, her Mistress' fingers nearing the apex of
her slit where they would find her hard, protruding clit.  Kelly, with her
legs spread for balance, held on for dear life as those magic fingers
relentlessly stroked her slit, always within centimeters of grasping her
clit, God, just touch it once and I'll collapse.  "You're so close, aren't
you my little nymph," whispered her secret lover.  Kelly listened to each
of her words, her voice so soft and deep in her ear.  She nearly climaxed
when the redhead slipped her tongue inside her ear.  Kelly caught her
breath....how did she know my ears were so sensitive.  The little
redhead, on her tip-toes, slipped her long tongue deep into Kelly's ear,
pulling it out Kelly quickly realized she was standing half nude in the
train car...grabbing her shirt, she pulled herself together.  Surveying
the train car in the darkness, no redheaded girl was to be found.  Kelly
managed to get her shirt and clothing back in order as the train pulled
into the stop.  As the lights came up, Kelly again searched the
car....where could she be?

As Kelly made her way to the car, her nerves were frazzled.  The little
redhead had brought her to such a state of arousal and then vanished into
thin air....but why?  As Kelly reached into her purse to retrieve her
keys, there again was another envelope.  She nervously fumbled with the
keys trying to unlock the door in her excitement to get into the car so she
could read the note.  Ripping the envelope open, Kelly began to read the
note....yes it was from her Train Mistress..."I can't believe what a
little whore you are.  Do you do everything someone tells you to do, or do
you only want to please me...your Mistress?  You were so wet
tonight....your pussy lips were so full and warm in my hands."  Kelly's
thighs squeezed together, reliving the moment on the train as the note
described what took place.  "The next time we meet, you're to have a set of
pictures of yourself, naked, as a present for your Mistress.  There is a
small camera shop around the corner from where you
work.....McGuires...go there and ask for Jill.  She' Kelly was
breathless as she set the note aside....she couldn't do such a
thing....go and have a stranger take nude photos of her and give them to
a total stranger she didn't even know.  She stuck the note in her purse and
headed home.  She couldn't get the note out of her mind.  Why didn't she
just throw it away and be done with this episode in her life.  What power
did this little redheaded girl have over her.

The next day at work, all Kelly could do was play the note over and over in
her mind.  Her life, her husband, her job, all could be jeopardized if she
did what the note requested of her.  Lunch-time came...the moment of
decision.  Kelly knew what she should do, but her mind and body belonged to
her Train Mistress...no one seemed to know what she needed at this moment
in her life than this unknown little girl...who was she....how did she
know what she needed so badly....

Kelly left for lunch and headed for the camera shop.  Rounding the corner,
she saw a small sign above the door, McGuire's.  Stopping at the door,
wanting to turn and run, her hand turned the knob as she entered the store.
A middle-aged man was behind the counter, no one else was in the shop.
Maybe she was in the wrong place...maybe this was just an evil joke being
played on her by her Mistress.  Then, from the back room, a young girl,
blonde, with hazel eyes appeared. She must be a Summer hire, she was too
young to be out of school.  Kelly approached her and read her name
tag...JILL.  Kelly was speechless, staring at the young girl before her.
Jill looked down at her watch, 1200 on the nose.  Looking up, into Kelly's
large green eyes, she spoke: " You must be Kelly?"  Kelly nodded her head,
not knowing what to say or do.  "Alexis said you'd be coming to see me."
Alexis, so that was her Mistress' name. " Frank, this customer would like
to tryout some of our camera equipment.  Can you watch the store while I
Taking Kelly's hand, Jill led her to the back of the store to the
photography studio.  There was a padded table in the center of the room,
with leg restraints similar to what you'd see in a gynecologist's office.
Kelly froze as she looked at the table.  Why would a photo studio have such
a device?  Jill's warm hand squeezed hers, "Kelly, my little friend told me
how much you've enjoyed her company on the train.  Kelly's face turned beet
red.  The hand squeezed tighter as she spoke "why are you here today
Kelly?"  The words snapped Kelly back to her senses.  "What", Kelly asked.
"Why did you come to my shop today?"  Kelly blushed, she knew why she had
come to see her.  Why was she making her say it, she just wanted to get
this over with as soon as possible and get back to work.

"You know why I'm here, you're supposed to take some pictures of me."  Jill
smiled, she loved making Kelly squirm, she knew she was terribly
embarrassed in this situation, but she wanted the advantage to remain with
her.  "What kind of photos did you want me to shoot?" asked Jill.  Kelly
looked down at the floor, too embarrassed to say the words.  "Kelly, if you
don't tell me what you want, then you'll have to leave," her voice taking
on a stern tone.  Kelly knew she had to have those pictures.  Without them,
no more pleasurable moments on the train.  She didn't want to chance losing
her Train Mistress to some other woman commuter.  "Nude Photos" Kelly
blurted out.  Jill smiled, getting Kelly to admit to what "she" wanted was
a major step in training Kelly for Alexis.

"Let's get started then, take off your dress, leave your panties and bra
on," said Jill.  Kelly looked around for the dressing room; none was to be
found.  "What are you waiting for....strip!" demanded Jill.  Kelly's
fingers fumbled with the zipper in the back of her dress.  Why was she
doing this?  Why didn't she run out while she still could?  Her fingers
slid the zipper slowly down, the dress drooped off her shoulders, caressing
her arms as it slid to the ground.  Kelly, standing in the center of the
room in only her bra and panties, awaited her next instructions.  Jill
watched as Kelly's dress fell to the ground; Alexis really had caught a
good one this time.  "Kelly, come and stand over her by the white backdrop
so I can adjust the lighting. Look into the camera."

Bright flashes of light exploded before her.  She was actually going
through with her Mistress' request.  The flashes continued until she heard
Jill say, "Kelly, unsnap your bra and show Alexis your lovely breasts."
Kelly reached behind and tried unsuccessfully to unsnap the clasp.  The bra
seemed so tight.  She wondered if the heat given off from the lights had
made her hot and caused the straps to tighten up.  Finally, the clasp
opened and her bra didn't move an inch.  The cups felt as if they were
molded to her breasts.  The straps hung loosely from the cups, her breasts
had swollen to an unbelievable proportion.  Kelly felt the pressure
building up inside her chest...was she becoming excited posing for Jill?

Jill smiled as she watched the scene unfold before her.  She loved
photographing an inexperienced woman, knowing how uncomfortable, yet
exciting the moment was for her.  Approaching Kelly, she reached her hand
out and tugged on the loose hanging bra strap, pulled the cups away from
her full melon shaped breasts.  As the cups fell away, Kelly watched as
Jill's eyes focused on her swollen breasts.  "Kelly, your tits are really
exquisite and so swollen.  Your nipples are really something...they're
extended at least an inch in length away from your breast!" said Jill.
Kelly looked down and was surprised to see how big and swollen her breasts
and nipples had become.

"Kelly, I do believe you like this," said an excited Jill.  Kelly blushed
as she stared down at her breasts in amazement.  Never before had they felt
so uncomfortable.  Her nipples ached and they hadn't even been touched by
anyone, yet they were almost painfully hard and so long.

The flashes continued for what seemed like an eternity to Kelly.  "Ok,
let's have you slip your panties off, do it slowly for Alexis."  Kelly
hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini panties and began to
slide them down, slowly as suggested.  The camera clicked away, capturing
each embarrassing moment until they had slid down around her ankles.
"Kelly, turn around and bend over when you remove your panties.  Kelly knew
what the camera would capture in such a position.  As she bent forward, the
flash from the camera captured each embarrassing movement.

"Kelly, you've got the fullest set of pussy lips I've ever seen.  Stay bent
over like that for a moment.  Your pussy looks so inviting like
that....Alexis will love these shots.  Standing nude before the
photographer, Jill instructed Kelly to hop up on the table and lie back.
As she did, Jill walked around to the end of the table and Kelly jumped
when she felt her hand take her ankle and slip her foot into the stirrup.
Her left foot was next, leaving her thighs spread-eagled, her pussy open
for the camera to capture it's beauty.

"Kelly, I want you to think back to last night on the train, do you
remember when Alexis was behind you and stroking your pussy so gently,
slowly running her hand into your slit, feeling your juices coating her
fingers...do you remember that moment Kelly?"  Almost as it she were back
on the train, Kelly thought she felt the soft touch of her Mistress on her
pussy.  Her eyes drifted shut as the flashes from the camera captured her
most precious treasure on film.

Jill couldn't believe how great Kelly was responding to her words.  Alexis
must have really found herself one hot little number.  Setting her camera
on the tripod, she adjusted it so that Kelly's pussy was in the viewfinder.
Holding the remote shutter button in her hand, she walked over to the table
and touched the inside of Kelly's smooth thigh with the palm of her hand.
She immediately felt the heat rising from between Kelly's legs.  Looking
down, she saw the outer petals of her pussy had opened and a small stream
of juices were running down the crack of Kelly's ass.  Slowly, Jill slid
her hand down until it rested on her mound.  Kelly barely had any hair on
her lips, they almost looked as smooth as a baby's.  Turning her palm up,
she cupped her pussy, as she squeezed the shutter button.  Raising her hand
into the air, she brought it swiftly down, slapping the lips of Kelly's
pussy, her juice spraying out onto her thighs.  The camera didn't stop
flashing as Jill continued to spank Kelly's pussy, over and Setting the
shutter aside, Jill needed both hands to accomplish her next attack.
Taking her left hand, she spread Kelly's pussy lips open with her thumb and
forefinger.  There, standing tall and hard was a huge clit.  Jill set her
sights on it, holding her full lips open, Jill brought her right hand down
and slapped Kelly's clit, causing her to cry out.  Jill watched the large
clit quiver as she raised her hand for another blow.  Kelly knew the moment
was very near....her climax was building rapidly, only a second away if
Jill kept up this treatment.  Then, as quickly as it started, it ended.
Kelly was left hanging on the edge.  "Don't stop, please, I'm almost there,
please, I need to come so badly," pleaded Kelly.

Jill would have liked nothing more than to have brought this woman over the
top, but she had her instructions from Alexis....don't let her come.
Jill told Kelly to get dressed, she'd have her pictures ready in a few
minutes.  Kelly weakly got up off the table, her pussy was a little sore
from the spanking Jill had just given her as she slipped her panties and
bra back on.  The bra was still so tight, she thought she'd better look for
a larger size.

Jill brought the pictures over to Kelly in an envelope.  "Why don't you
check them and see if they're what you want," asked Jill.  Kelly just
wanted to get out of there, but Jill insisted by saying, "Kelly, if you
don't want another spanking, you'd better look at the pictures."  Kelly
opened the envelope, the shock of seeing her posed in such lewd positions
took her breath away.  "You really have a lovely body Kelly.  If Alexis
didn't already "own" you, I'd like to have you for myself.  Have a good day
and tell Alexis I said hi."  With that, Jill left her standing in the
middle of the store.  Kelly, quickly put the photos in her purse and left.
On her way back to work, she couldn't shake that word Jill had used to
describe her relationship with Alexis......."own" me.

Arriving at work late, Kelly had only an hour before departing for her
train ride home.  The pictures in her purse were constantly on her mind.
Finally, she opened the envelope and began to review them.  She was amazed
at how sexy and erotic the photos made her look; she really was beautiful,
just like Jill had told her.

As Kelly arrived at the station, she was prepared for her Mistress...no
underwear and pictures in hand.  Boarding the train, she intentionally
moved to the rear of the car....standing room only as usual.  The train
departed the station, lights dimmed for the entire ride.

Alexis saw Kelly move to the rear of the car.  She smiled knowing Kelly had
intentionally taken this spot, out of the way of other passengers, no one
was behind her.  She'd have her way with her tonight.  She'd also come
prepared...the head of her favorite strap-on rubbed against her
thigh...it's weight hung heavy around her hips.  She'd initiate Kelly
into the world of real womanly love tonight.

Alexis slipped in close behind Kelly.  Pressing her hips into Kelly's,
Alexis' arms encircled her waist, drawing Kelly's hips back into hers.
Kelly, now accustomed to the feel of her Mistress, relaxed as she settled
in against her.  Alexis pressed her face into Kelly's soft hair, her
fragrance almost overpowering.  Kelly had been her favorite conquest so
far.

 "So, you've come accustomed to having me around you, have you?"  Kelly
whispered, "Yes Mistress."  Alexis smiled, she'd converted another straight
woman over to her side of the fence.  "I hope you brought the pictures."
Kelly, reaching into her purse, slipping the envelop back into her
Mistress' hand.  Alexis couldn't see the photos in the dark, but said,
"That's my good little straight girl.  I've brought a special gift for you
tonight."  Kelly thought she had bought her a present, but was surprised
when she felt something long and hard press up against her bottom.  Alexis
maneuvered her hips as she positioned her cock between the cheeks of
Kelly's firm ass.  Kelly clenched her cheeks together, trying to prevent
the invader from slipping between her cheeks, but it was too late, her
actions only trapped the cock, drawing her summer dress deeper between her
cheeks.

"Kelly, do you feel how much I want you?  Your husband can never satisfy
you in the way I can....I know your deepest desires, what turns you
on....Lift your dress Kelly."  Kelly's hands reached down and lifted the
short summer dress above her hips.  Kelly paused as she visualized what was
occurring, here she stood, naked from the waist down, in a commuter rail
car, people all around her.  A married woman being commanded to do obscene
actions by a girl, half her age.....and she loved it!

"Kelly, tonight will be one you'll long remember.  I'm going to fuck you
like you've never been fucked before.....give me your hand and feel my
cock Reaching back, Kelly gasped when her fingers made contact with the
cock strapped to her Mistress' waist.  Kelly had heard about these devices,
but always thought them to be for only perverted, sick people.  But as her
fingers tried to slip around it's shaft, her only thoughts were imagining
if she'd be able to handle such a huge cock.  Her husband's cock was
average size, six inches, but she hadn't had it inside her for sometime
now.

Sliding her hand down the shaft, she counted three hands full of
cock....God, this was one long cock and it must be at least 3 inches in
circumference.  Her fingers didn't touch as she closed her grip around it.
Alexis stood still as she felt Kelly's fingers sizing up her cock.  Leaning
forward, Alexis whispered in her ear, "Kelly, does my cock please you?"
Nodding her head in the affirmative, Alexis went on, "Good, because I'm
going to bend you over the seat and saw my cock deep into your little
pussy.  Have you ever been fucked by a cock this big before?"  Kelly, her
juices now flowing said, "No Mistress."

Alexis grasped the shaft, with it's realistic lookingveins protruding from
the shaft, began to rub it between the cheeks of Kelly's firm ass.  Oh no,
not my ass, Kelly thought.  She then felt the little redhead's hand
pressing her shoulders forward.  Kelly knew what she wanted as she assumed
the position, legs spread, hands resting on the seat before her.  Kelly was
really looking forward to this....the size of the cock only excited her
more.  She'd gone three days now without climaxing, always so near, but
never being allowed to complete the moment.

Bracing herself, Alexis adjusted her hips so her cock aligned up perfectly
with the lips of Kelly's swollen, wet pussy.  Kelly felt the large head of
the cock press against her vulva.  This cock was huge, it covered her
entire slit and pressed ever so softly against her rock hard clit.  As her
Mistress leaned into her, Kelly felt more of the shaft slip inside of her.
Almost upon contact, Kelly's body immediately began to respond.  She'd kept
these pent up emotions for so long...now her Mistress would allow her to
finally climax.

Kelly's legs shook, became almost jelly like as she felt the cock pass into
her womb and bump against the back wall off her cunt.  She became worried
when she still hadn't felt Alexis' hip press against her butt, signaling
the fact that she had taken the entire length of her cock.  Bending over
Kelly's back, Alexis pulled up her dress to her shoulders.  Kelly's tits
were now free to hang down.  Alexis had opened her shirt, so she could feel
Kelly's soft skin caress her hard nipples.  Kelly shivered upon the warm
contact.  She'd never felt another woman's body so close to her's.  She
immediately felt the hard points of Alexis' nipples burn into her back.
Kelly smiled knowing it was her who had created this reaction in her
Mistress.

Pressing her weight into Kelly, Alexis' cock now bumped against Kelly's
cervix.  "Have you ever felt a cock this deep inside you before?"  Kelly
didn't have to respond, Alexis could tell Kelly was having a difficult time
handling her cock.  "Kelly, I've still got another three inches before the
fucking really gets started.  Just relax your body, because you're about to
feel one of the best things you've ever experienced."  Alexis, steadying
herself, pushed her cock all the way home, stretching Kelly like she'd
never been stretched before.  Kelly bit her hand to keep from screaming,
the pain mixing with the feelings of pleasure were too great for her.
Three long days she'd waited for this release....Alexis' big cock filling
her so full, it's shaft pressing firmly against her hard clit, trapping it
against her body...Kelly lost it.  Slumping forward against the seat in
front of her, she finally let go, her body shook several times as her
climax overpowered her.  Alexis felt Kelly's body quake and then go limp.
Sh Kelly was semi-conscious, her arms hung to her sides, saliva ran out of
the corner of her mouth, she was so relaxed... what an orgasm.  She'd
never felt anything like this before, the feelings rocketed from her head
to her toes and it didn't seem to show any signs of letting up.  Kelly felt
her Mistress' hips pressed tightly against her ass, her hard nipples
sliding across her back.  Suddenly she felt her warm, soft hands cupping
her hanging breasts, stroking them like only she knew how.  It was when
Alexis' fingers encircled each of her nipples and pulled her entire breast
down and to the side of her body, that she again was taken to the next
plateau of feelings.  Kelly was helpless as Alexis began to pick up her
rhythm of strokes, sawing her big cock in and out, sideways, sliding all 12
inches in and out, in and out, to where only the huge head remained lodged
between her full lips.  Kelly moaned her dissatisfaction to having her
Mistress' cock pulled so far outside of her body.

Alexis smiled down upon her little girl, what a picture this would make,
six inches of her cock buried inside the cunt of her little submissive
slave.  Alexis, noticing no one had taken the slightest interest in their
activities, began to pick up the pace.  Her hips began to slap hard against
Kelly's firm cheeks.  Kelly almost screamed from the pleasure she was
receiving at the hands of this young girl.  How could someone so young know
so much about pleasing a woman?  She was literally giving her the best fuck
of her life, and right in public!

Alexis was tireless.  She could keep this pace up for hours, but she knew
her time was limited, the train would soon be pulling into the station.
They'd been at it for almost an hour and she knew Kelly was going to need
time to recover.  Slowly pulling her cock out of Kelly's tight little cunt,
Alexis reached up and grabbed a hand full of Kelly soft, blond hair.
Pulling her head back, she turned Kelly around, facing her.  Kelly only had
a moment to look her Mistress in the eyes.  Wow, what a pretty girl she
was.  Big green eyes, soft freckled skin, long soft red hair encasing her
face.  Kelly looked down on her Mistress, who still had a handful of her
hair.  Tugging her head down, Alexis brought Kelly's face to hers, slowly,
she pressed her soft lips against Kelly's.  Kelly climaxed again, simply
from the kiss.  Her Mistress' lips worked their majic on Kelly's mouth.
Her tongue slipped past her lips, searching out every crevice inside her
mouth before slipping down her throat.  Down and down it sent, Kell
Releasing her hair, Alexis smiled as she surveyed her little tramp's face,
eyes closed, awaiting her next move.  Placing her hands behind her head,
Alexis guided Kelly's head down to her dripping cock.  Kelly opened her
eyes and for the first time, saw her Mistress' huge cock, sticking straight
out from her jeans.  At its base, Kelly could just make out her red pubic
hair framing the base of her huge cock.

"Suck my cock you little bitch," scolded Alexis.  Slipping to her knees,
her dress falling back into place, Kelly grasped the cock again for the
second time tonight.  It was almost dripping with her juices.  Her head was
guided toward the massive tool as she felt it brush her lips.  "Go ahead,
clean up the mess you've made."  Kelly lips parted wide to accommodate the
size of the head and shaft.  Alexis smiled down as she watched Kelly suck
her cock.  The station was drawing dangerously near.  Alexis pushed Kelly
back, sending her tumbling backwards into the seat.  When Kelly looked up,
she only saw the back of her head departing the train.

Gathering her wits about her, a young man offered his hand to help her up.
Smiling she rose to feet, a little unsteady, but she'd be okay.  On her way
to her car, she walked a little unsteady.  Having a cock that big inside of
her had surely stretched her pussy.  She immediately thought of her husband
and how he'd react to her being looser than normal.....but then she
remembered that her husband wasn't the least bit interested in her
sexually....but she knew someone who was and she was determined to
explore this side of her new life a little more.

Write me if you liked the story...If you didn't, I'm sorry.  Laura21