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My Subway Ride In The Metrothis story is part of the FanClub (fm:threesomes, 3185 words)

Author: Sweet Temptist Picture in profile
Added: Mar 16 2004Views / Reads: 4690 / 4074 [87%]Story vote: 8.92 (25 votes)
The woman's dress was a maxi with buttons in front; I easily unbuttoned the one above her sex--because I wanted to touch her skin--and passed my hand through the opening and placed it on her panties.They didn't cling. I moved my finger between the cloth a
 


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Archive-name: Places/metro.fmfArchive-author:Archive-title: Metro, The

It was the end of the month of May, a Wednesday, about 6:30, in the metro.It's extremely uncomfortable to take the metro then, because of the enormous crowds in all the cars--pressed against each other, sometimes in direct contactwith people less clean... I had no courses that afternoon, and I had gone to Paris to shop in the big stores.Coming back, I had an adventure which, even in my imagination, which is sometimes quite lively and a little crazy, I could never have invented.

I got on at Chaussee d'Antin, direction Levallois; I was thinking of changing at Saint-Lazare. Terrible crowd, packed cars, you push as hard as possible in order to get into the car. Outside it was very hot, and it was hotter in the metro, so I was wearing a mini-mini-skirt and a blouse; no underwear, as always, but a bra, very light, which didn't hide much of my chest.I was carrying a paper bag in my hand with a sweater I had bought, and I had my handbag over my shoulder.I climbed into a car and was pushed toward the back by all the people who wanted to get on behind me; when the door closed, we were all packed like herrings in a can. I thought of a song that I heard one time: "If We Could Unpack the Sardines."

My arms were trapped against the length of my body. I could not make the slightest movement, held fast in front, behind, to the right and the ...

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