Bedtime Briefs
by Roxy Jacobs
Copyright 2011 Roxy Jacobs
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Table of Contents
Taken on the Train
Serena inhaled the scents of multiple perfumes, stale cologne and body odor and wished she had the money for a cab. The warmth of bodies pressed so tightly combined with the smells to make her ill. Someone listened to music through headphones farther up in the car, but as far back as she was she couldn't see who.
It had been a long week, too many late nights at work and no one to come home to since her boyfriend had moved out a month before. Most nights, the silence at home was what she needed. No pretense that someone else's trivial problems were more serious than her own. No need to put on a strong front and say everything was fine.
The aloneness was healing. She was purging herself of the persona she had adapted to keep the relationship going, long after it had run its course. Able to focus on her own needs for a change, she began to explore her own sensuality. Find out who she was and what she liked from a man.
As tired as she was that Friday night, the rhythm of the train was hypnotic. Her grip on the upright pole loosened, and if she weren't careful, she would wind up leaning on the guy behind her. Slipping into a languid state, her body grew heavy, her mind in an open state.
The man behind her smelled enticing. An exotic musk blend, soft and sensual. Rolling her head slightly toward her shoulder, she inhaled. Just as she did, the train jostled the crowded passengers and she brushed against him. He was hard, tightly packed muscle on a tall, lean frame. He grabbed her upper arm and helped her stand.
When he released her, his hand caressed her bare arm, clasped and released her wrist, and was gone. Shivers spread upward from his touch, sending desire deep inside her. Her breasts swelled slightly as she imagined that feathery touch on them. Her nipples tightened in anticipation.
He cupped her buttocks through her thin skirt, squeezing gently as if testing her. Rather than anger or outrage, she felt curiosity. Just how far would he go in a car surrounded by so many people?
His hand relaxed but did not pull away. When the bend of the track pushed her into his palm, she didn't fight it. He stroked her through her skirt, up, down, up. His fingers curved, digging into the fabric on the upstroke, lifting her skirt.
Serena's pulse beat faster. She waited, suddenly needing him to continue. Needing the wickedness in his lewd fondling to remind her she was alive. And desirable.
Crazy. She must be crazy to think a stranger's groping on a train proved her desirability. Yet the warmth building between her thighs said otherwise. Touch me. Explore me. Make me want again.
He brushed cool fingertips against her bare thigh and she bit back a gasp, her hips rolling to press against him and pin his hand between them. She straightened, adjusted her grip on the pole and parted her legs as much as she could in the small space she filled.
The sound of him breathing hard rang close to her ear, and her own breaths increased. He wanted her, obviously. She should stop him, move to another part of the car, or cry rape.
But it wasn't rape, not when she wanted what he was doing. Not when she was desperate for it.
And she was desperate. Her thong panties dampened as he stroked her upper thigh and butt cheek. His touch was so light, barely more than a whisper, yet it left a burning trail in its path.
He reached the cleft of her ass and cupped the one side fully. Squeezed once more, moving his fingers between the fleshy mounds. She bucked, feeling the ridge of his erection beneath his pants, and wished the people around them would vanish.
Will you fuck me? she wanted to ask. If I undress for you, open myself to you, will you fuck me until I feel again?
But she couldn't speak. Couldn't acknowledge how wet she had become, or how her clit had swollen. Not on the train with all those people around.