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 Stranger on a TrainShe sits on a train staring vacantly out the window opposite her into the night. Every so often she passes under a street light illuminating the dingy car, empty save for herself. Most people didn't ride the trains this far into the evening, fearing late night activity and undesirables. The dimly lit cars seem to promote certain behaviors one wouldn't imagine by the light of day. She wasn't afraid though, never had been. Especially this far into the night bordering early morning when even the party goers and said undesirables had slinked back to their homes and given up to sleep. For a few precious hours before filling up for the morning commute, the cars remained empty and that's when she had taken to riding them, always sitting on the same bench in the middle of the cab facing the same opposite window. Never the same train twice though, never. She was very careful of this. Every so often another would board the train, usually a third shifter just ending his night or a morning worker just beginning the day. This is why she was there. She was neither headed to nor coming from anywhere. She was simply waiting, waiting for the other.She had been riding for quite sometime this particular night. She had nearly given up in fact, when finally the wheels of the train screeched against the tracks grinding the whole thing to a halt. The doors opened and he stepped into the no longer empty car save for herself. He took a seat at the front of the cab on a bench opposite her own. He glanced at her briefly and nodded before returning his gaze to the night outside the window. She, however, couldn't take her eyes off of him. She stared at his smooth dark skin, his rough hands. He was a working man, a laborer, her favorite kind. He was a bit stocky and looked as if life had been hard, but he appeared strong with broad shoulders and big arms that bulged here and there under his shirt. She felt the familiar feeling swell up in her stomach.He felt her eyes on him then and glanced back to her direction, only this time he didn't look away. They locked stares for a bit before she ever so slightly adjusted her loosely crossed legs and curled one of her red stained lips into a faint smile beginning the dance.He studied her legs, making sure, before standing and casually strolling down the aisle. He took the seat on the bench beside her and without so much as a word placed his large hand on her knee. She closed her eyes feeling the warmth of it. He made no further movement waiting for her. She placed her hand on his and slid it further up to her thigh under her skirt. His lips were on her in a flash. She usually didn't kiss these men, the men met in random places for a split second in time. She didn't stop him though, she rarely stopped them from doing anything. He pulled her leg towards him, uncrossing them and gripped her inner thigh. His other hand slid under her blouse and found her breast. He moved his lips to her neck and circled the nape of it with his tongue. She could feel herself beginning to throb. He slid his hand further up her thigh as he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her breasts free. He replaced his grip on one and covered as much as he could of the other with his mouth, darting his tongue back and forth over the nipple. Her breasts weren't extremely large, but they were perfectly shaped and men loved them. He sucked on her breast hard as he moved his hand all the way up her leg and began firmly massaging her with the palm on his hand, letting his fingertips explore further down. She reached down and pushed his hand harder into her. He let go of her breast and reached both hands under her skirt pulling off her thin panties. His hand was back in a flash pushing two fingers inside her. She sighed with pleasure. He fingered her harder pushing in as deep as he could. She opened her legs wide, making it easier for him, and leaned back on the bench feeling the pleasure of it. Rochel Baron