Marcy’s Ticket to Ride

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It’s a regular day. Another day going to work. I wake up at 5:30 am, make coffee, get dressed, sip coffee, and then head out the door by six as I grab a bite on my breakfast bar. Regular. The only thing I like about my day is when I get to the train into town. Marcy is there.I don’t know Marcy, I just know who she is and I love looking at her. In fact, I don’t know if that’s her name. I gave her that name. Every morning she wears this business suit or tight pencil skirt and she looks gorgeous. Her blouse is sticking out just enough to see her cleavage. She is sexy beyond belief. Long blonde hair, a few years older than I am, but just gorgeous.Nothing is fake about her. You can see her life in her eyes. She sits at the same bench every day, same train station as me, as she sips her Starbucks coffee. She politely let’s everyone on the train and then I get to see her walk. Flaring hips, beautiful body. On cold mornings she hides her face in her scarf just enough to see her beautiful eyes.Our train ride is normally about an hour long. We live a ways out of New York and the commute can be long. Still, even though our train ride is lengthy, the train is always packed. We normally are some of the first people to board on this route and so we have our “regular seats”. We normally sit in solo seats and to my privilege, she is seated right in front of me.She faces me, three feet away across a table, but we have never talked and never engaged. It’s been like this for years. We have made eye contact but she normally is on her phone while I read my paper. In a way, we are just as engaged as a regular couple after years of marriage. Maybe that’s why I look at her like that. She’s my train wife.Today is a regular work day but the train is packed. It’s first day back to work for most people after being quarantined inside for COVID-19. It is very busy and people are minding their business. Marcy is on her phone once again and I read the paper’s financial section istanbul travesti before going to work. The economy has been hit hard and I know I will be very busy at work.As the train sways side to side on the ride, I get tired of reading my paper and I put it down. I glance at Marcy and she seems engrossed in her phone. Her legs are crossed, showing off her legs and she just dangles a high heel off her toes. I’m captivated how beautiful she looks and thank god silently that I don’t work with her, as I would probably get fired for not doing any work.Bang!The train sways to the side quickly and we are pushed by inertia to the other side. We are still in our seats but it startles everyone. Humans instinctively look around when this happens and it’s no different today. I look to the people beside me and ask if they are okay and everyone looks fine at this point. I look at Marcy and see her shoe went flying towards my feet. I ask if she is okay and give her back her shoe.“Oh, yes. I’m fine thanks.” she says as if nothing happened.  I look down and see that her brief case got open and she is not getting up to get it. I get on my knees and start cleaning up the mess and bring it back to the side of her seat. I look up to make eye contact and she smiles. As I turn around I then see why she is not getting up. She has her phone on the wee vibe app. I know that app. I used to use it with my wife all the time. It’s the only sex we had.I sit back down and realise that this whole time we have been on the train together, she has been masturbating right in front of me. I instantly feel a bulge in my pants start to grow, I look at her with more intrigue.The PA comes on and the conductor says, “Due to the rough tracks behind us we will have to stop here and inspect the cars to make sure the train is safe. Please stay seated as this will only take a few minutes. Thank you.”I think in my mind, ‘Thank god.’ I want to watch her even more now.I sit travesti istanbul back and watch her. She covers her face more now. I think she realises that I know. She is still masturbating as clearly her hands are moving up and down and side to side on her phone. She hasn’t cum yet. I have to do something to help her. I’m the only one on this train that knows what she is doing and she knows it. She must feel embarrassed. She shouldn’t. It’s perfectly okay. Maybe she likes to discreetly masturbate in public. I wonder what her face looks like when she cums. What the hell am I thinking?My mouth opens through no control of my own. “I like that app too,” my voice says in the ether of everyone else’s conversation. She pulls her phone down to just peek with her eyes.“It’s a great app to keep busy on the train. I can get in my own world,” Marcy says without moving her phone away from her face.I try to keep the conversation going in terms that won’t alarm people around, “What model do you have? Single or dual motor?” her eyes flare open and light up as she is surprised that I actually know what I’m talking about. She puts her phone down on the table between us and sits up, placing her elbows as if we were at a meeting.“Dual. I need the dual action in and out.”I place my elbows on the table as well and get closer to her. “Ah, I see. And you do this every day?” Did I just ask that?She smiles while playing with her wedding band. “Most times. Sometimes I just think how my life with my husband is a waste of time and that I need a release of some sort. I don’t have time to meet people and take care of the account filled with wet funds.”I gulp. I don’t know what to say. I was exactly like her a few months ago until I separated. I wished I could have had an affair. I tried Ashley Madison and other sites and just resorted to reading online stories and jerking off. At least I’d be happy, and then go home to reality. I grab a piece of paper and istanbul travestileri write my phone number down. “Why don’t you send me a text with the meeting invite and I can deal with your wet funds.”She takes the piece of paper and says, “One condition. You turn my wet funds into something….hard and concrete. I want to really enjoy my wet funds.”“I can do that right now.” I can’t believe what I’m doing. I’m on a train and I’m going to get this woman off.She types in my number in her phone and sends me the invite to connect. I hit it and I’m taken directly to the app (I already had it on my phone). I connect to her device and I’m brought to a graphical representation of what the vibrator she is wearing will do. I can increase the intensity and even the type of curve the vibrator takes.“Let’s see what I can do with your wet funds.” I hit the play button on the app and a sine wave starts moving. She smiles and looks at me with sultry eyes. She leans back and takes her shoes off.“While you are looking at that for me, I’ll just lean back and relax.” She pulls out a coat and puts it on. I think she is trying to cover herself so she can touch herself. I hope so anyways.I sit back and reduce the intensity. I immediately get a reaction in the form of a stern look. Ok. Warp speed! Got it, Captain. I speed back up and she smiles. Her sultry eyes are back and she leans forward to me.“That feels wonderful.” My cock is as hard as a rock when she says that. I have to adjust my pants. It’s getting very tight and the head of my cock is throbbing. She sees me correcting my posture and she moans just loud enough so I can hear her. Her breath speeds up and her hands go flat on the table. Our eyes are not moving off of each other, and we are both feeling pulses in places that are excited and blood-filled.As she looks at me, her hand reaches under her coat. I can tell she is squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple hard. Her face tells me that it increases her pleasure. ”Fuck….” she says as she closes her eyes.I switch modes and this time I am teasing her. The app shows long slopes reaching very high and then all the way down. As I look at her, I can tell when she reaches the peaks of the intensity and when it dies off.

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