Marcus was doing his late rounds through the cars. They were just about to hit the last stop on the line, thank God. This week had been so frustrating with all the delays, the college kids going home for winter break, and all that fucking snow. The regulars were bending his ears backwards with their complaints, but there was nothing he could do. However, one regular, in particular, was never a bother. She was always patient with the rails and never complained with the service.
Carlota Montrond always sat in the same car every night, toiling away on her laptop. She was a chief editor for a high profile publishing house in the city. She worked long hours to put out the best books and authors. Once or twice a night, Marcus would sit across from the lovely Ms. Montrond to get the latest scoop on the newest books coming out. She was hard pressed this month on a deadline. Her boss was riding her like a government mule. He had a different ride in mind. Beneath those reading glass and tight bun rested the heart of a sexy mami. Marcus found himself now and again leaning over a little longer as she pulled out her monthly pass, just to get a glimpse of her full cleavage in a button down blouse or low cut sweater.
She smelled good, too. It was a sweet perfume. Chance by Chanel, if he recalled right. Not only did she smell good, but she was impeccable in her style. She always rocked stylish fitted pencil skirts paired with exquisite tops, either colorful button downs made of the richest cotton or form-fitting cashmere sweaters. She was a fashion goddess. However, she did know how to relax. Marcus remembered the first time he had ever seen her dressed down, he'd almost lost his mind. Her job had sponsored a baseball outing and she had come to cheer the home team. Her long, raven black hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail. On her body, she wore fitted low-rise jeans, a navy blue tank top paired with a loose Red Sox Big Papi jersey. She gave the best impression of a 'Round the Way Girl he'd ever seen . He thought he had died and gone to ghetto girl heaven. She was truly a sight.
It was what Marcus loved about her. And he did love him some Carlota Montrond. She was corporate, but could definitely hang as a Ride or Die chick. When she wasn't busy toiling on manuscripts, they'd be engrossed in conversations from politics to the latest Lil' Wayne joint. After the week he had been through, he prayed she had a bit of time to converse with him tonight. As he entered her car now he noticed she was all by herself, clicking away on her laptop like a fiend. Her beautiful, Grand Marnier colored eyes peered over her black rimmed glasses at the screen before turning to look up at him smiling, causing a slight tipsiness inside him.
"Mr. Marcus," she greeted in that sexy, raspy voice of hers. It was that kind of voice that guys dialed up to hear on those lonely nights. "Have we counted our receipts for the night?"
"Took care of that at the last stop," he assured her, taking the seat across from her.
She resumed her clicking across the keyboard as Marcus studied her. He watched as she bit her lip in thought. She seemed to do that whenever she was stuck on piece.
"What's the issue tonight?" he asked.
"Sometimes I wonder if these writers passed second grade grammar, much less high school," she grumbled with a sigh. "I am all for creativity, but please learn to conjugate a verb."
Marcus laughed. "So, when are you gonna show these cats what real writing is about?"
She humphed and smirked at his comment, "As soon as I find enough time."
Snowflakes swirled lazily outside the car window, leaving the landscape in a pristine white blanket against a dark sky. He had felt the chill as he had passed from car to car. But sitting before the lovely Carlota was warming his blood better than any fireplace. His eyes took in her apparel this evening. She was in his favorite outfit; the fuchsia, low cut cashmere sweater with black pencil skirt and knee-length, high heeled black leather boots. A deep hunger began to embrace him as he watched her inhale and exhale slowly. He had an urge to drag her over the table, remove those suffocating pins from her hair and kiss her stupid. It wasn't like anyone would be popping down this way anytime soon. But he had a respect for the editor and her quiet time.
"You know your eyes will fall out if you keep staring," Carlota interrupted his thoughts.
He smirked wolfishly. "I hope you'd be willing to pop them back in."
"So, you can ogle me some more?" she threw back with her own sexy smile, noting his innocent look. "You don't think I don't notice when you hover a little longer than necessary?"
Marcus blushed slightly, saying, "I enjoy pretty things."
Carlota smiled in response. Then clicked her laptop shut. "And where do I rank in your list of pretty things?"
"Right at the top," he chuckled.
Suddenly, the train jerked to a stop, causing all the lights in the cars to black out. Marcus pulled out his two-way radio to find out what was happening. The voice on the other end stated that a mechanically failure occurred and they needed to sit tight. Marcus rogered the relay and quickly went to the intercom to inform passengers about the issue and assure them as best as he could. He came back to Carlota, who had pulled her laptop back up for some lighting.
"How long's the delay?" she asked.
"Sounds like a long one," he stated with frustration tinging his voice as he checked his phone.
Carlota bit her lip in thought, then glanced over at Marcus. "However will we pass the time?"
Marcus looked up from his phone to confirm what she had asked. Her voice had grown husky with desire as her foot rubbed along his leg. A slow smile creased his face. Carlota rose up from her seat to climb into Marcus' lap. Reaching up, she pulled the two pins from her hair to allow the mantle of raven hair to fall over her shoulders. Marcus removed her glasses and placed them on the table next to the laptop before taking a sip of her gloss red lips. She removed his conductor's cap and laid it on the table beside her glasses.
Marcus' fingers tugged on the hem of her cashmere sweater, lifting it away from her body in one motion to reveal a matching fuchsia-colored laced bra underneath. His eyes met hers confirming he liked what he saw. Her creamy butterscotch skin immediately dimpled with goosebumps as his hands explored the contours of her curvy frame. Their lips molded and folded over one another as heat began to rise in alarming increments. Carlota tasted so sweet and intoxicating Marcus was clamoring to keep up. As she rubbed her full hips along his hardening member, he attempted to undo the zipper of her skirt.
"I've thought about doing this hundreds of times," he whispered against her ears.
"Why didn't you?" she asked with a husky murmur as she worked the buttons on his shirt.
"Do you think I'm trying to get fired in this recession?" he joked as he took hold of her panties, tugging them down her thigh. Once he had worked them from her leg, he glimpsed at them and noted they too were fuchsia and smiled. Crumbling them in his hand, he took in their scent and sighed. The heady smell of woman made his already stiff friend rock solid.
"I take it you like," she observed.
"Oh, yes, mami, I like," he assured her flipping her about to face the table.
Carlota relaxed her legs on the tabletop, parting them enough for Marcus' fingers to explore her secret cove. His other hand went to work unfastening the front snaps of her bra, unleashing her full blooms. Her nipples puckered, begging for a caress. His hand gently massaged them into a flurry of tingles and sensations the like she had never experienced. Soon, his fingers delved deftly into her slick entrance moving with slow precision in and out. His thumb strummed tenderly over her engorged bud causing a series of shutters to course through her frame, jiggling her breasts.
"You like this, mami?" he asked with the slightest hint of an accent.
"Do it, papi," she challenged, throwing her head back against his shoulders.
"You are turning me on right now," Marcus admitted, watching her bounce and squirm against his ministrations. "I don't think I could get any harder."
"I smell a challenge," she giggled as she turned over on the table. Gripping his zipper, she tugged it downward, revealing the whites of his boxers, then reaching inside, she pulled his member forward into her waiting mouth. Her mouth felt warm and velvety against his manly flesh. Marcus inhaled a gasp and was hard pressed to exhale, enjoying the sensation of her tongue swirling over him. Her hand went to work trying to grip his hefty balls, rolling them like dice back and forth.
"Easy, mami," he warned. "You don't want to pop this champagne too soon."
Carlota looked up and smiled. "Definitely not, papi," she concurred raising up on her knees as Marcus slid out of the seat.
Her gaze followed his bouncing member as he positioned himself to the side of the table. Carlota placed her bottom on the table, then drew closer to him. Within seconds, he pushed his thick dick straight into her waiting puss and began a hard and fast pumping action that sent shockwaves through her body. She tried desperately to hush her moans, but the feel of him completely inside her was too much to bear. Marcus yanked her up to him and covered his mouth over hers, hoping to absorb her screams of delight. The last thing any of them wanted was a curious passenger or one of his fellow conductors to come check on them.
During this time, the train had begun to roll again, but the lights still remained closed allowing their pleasure to continue. Marcus flipped Carlota over on her stomach, drawing her legs to the ground before implanting himself back into her throbbing core. His fingers intertwined within her raven locks, pulling her head back as far as possible. All the while, he continued to pump and pound her drawing a new series of moans from her lips. In the reflection of the window, he watched as with each beat of his hips her breasts bounced in a steady rhythm, making him harder as he drove closer to a climax.
Carlota was on the verge of a massive orgasm. She could feel her puss begin to tighten and clench Marcus' flesh refusing to let go. His lips touched the rim of her ear as he pushed further and further inside her body. "You know we're gonna have to try this again, baby," he promised, getting a grunted consent from Carlota. "Cause I am loving this action right here."
Carlota laughed merrily as her body finally yielded a series of explosive shutters, just as one of the other conductors called out, "We'll be arriving in our last stop in five minutes." The announcement had covered the sounds of her screams and Marcus' growls just as the lights over the station appeared in the horizon.
Carlota snapped her bra back in place, pulled her skirt down and threw her shirt back on, just as Marcus adjusted his own clothing. Quickly packing up her laptop, she reached for her glasses, while Marcus grabbed her coat, helping her into it. Assured she had everything, she turned to Marcus with a wicked smile before kissing him on the lips sweetly.
"I'll see you when you get home, baby," she said, turning toward the exit. Marcus drew his wife back in for another kiss and a promise for later.
"See you, wifey."
Ahh, the life of a commuter.
Carlota Montrond always sat in the same car every night, toiling away on her laptop. She was a chief editor for a high profile publishing house in the city. She worked long hours to put out the best books and authors. Once or twice a night, Marcus would sit across from the lovely Ms. Montrond to get the latest scoop on the newest books coming out. She was hard pressed this month on a deadline. Her boss was riding her like a government mule. He had a different ride in mind. Beneath those reading glass and tight bun rested the heart of a sexy mami. Marcus found himself now and again leaning over a little longer as she pulled out her monthly pass, just to get a glimpse of her full cleavage in a button down blouse or low cut sweater.
She smelled good, too. It was a sweet perfume. Chance by Chanel, if he recalled right. Not only did she smell good, but she was impeccable in her style. She always rocked stylish fitted pencil skirts paired with exquisite tops, either colorful button downs made of the richest cotton or form-fitting cashmere sweaters. She was a fashion goddess. However, she did know how to relax. Marcus remembered the first time he had ever seen her dressed down, he'd almost lost his mind. Her job had sponsored a baseball outing and she had come to cheer the home team. Her long, raven black hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail. On her body, she wore fitted low-rise jeans, a navy blue tank top paired with a loose Red Sox Big Papi jersey. She gave the best impression of a 'Round the Way Girl he'd ever seen . He thought he had died and gone to ghetto girl heaven. She was truly a sight.
It was what Marcus loved about her. And he did love him some Carlota Montrond. She was corporate, but could definitely hang as a Ride or Die chick. When she wasn't busy toiling on manuscripts, they'd be engrossed in conversations from politics to the latest Lil' Wayne joint. After the week he had been through, he prayed she had a bit of time to converse with him tonight. As he entered her car now he noticed she was all by herself, clicking away on her laptop like a fiend. Her beautiful, Grand Marnier colored eyes peered over her black rimmed glasses at the screen before turning to look up at him smiling, causing a slight tipsiness inside him.
"Mr. Marcus," she greeted in that sexy, raspy voice of hers. It was that kind of voice that guys dialed up to hear on those lonely nights. "Have we counted our receipts for the night?"
"Took care of that at the last stop," he assured her, taking the seat across from her.
She resumed her clicking across the keyboard as Marcus studied her. He watched as she bit her lip in thought. She seemed to do that whenever she was stuck on piece.
"What's the issue tonight?" he asked.
"Sometimes I wonder if these writers passed second grade grammar, much less high school," she grumbled with a sigh. "I am all for creativity, but please learn to conjugate a verb."
Marcus laughed. "So, when are you gonna show these cats what real writing is about?"
She humphed and smirked at his comment, "As soon as I find enough time."
Snowflakes swirled lazily outside the car window, leaving the landscape in a pristine white blanket against a dark sky. He had felt the chill as he had passed from car to car. But sitting before the lovely Carlota was warming his blood better than any fireplace. His eyes took in her apparel this evening. She was in his favorite outfit; the fuchsia, low cut cashmere sweater with black pencil skirt and knee-length, high heeled black leather boots. A deep hunger began to embrace him as he watched her inhale and exhale slowly. He had an urge to drag her over the table, remove those suffocating pins from her hair and kiss her stupid. It wasn't like anyone would be popping down this way anytime soon. But he had a respect for the editor and her quiet time.
"You know your eyes will fall out if you keep staring," Carlota interrupted his thoughts.
He smirked wolfishly. "I hope you'd be willing to pop them back in."
"So, you can ogle me some more?" she threw back with her own sexy smile, noting his innocent look. "You don't think I don't notice when you hover a little longer than necessary?"
Marcus blushed slightly, saying, "I enjoy pretty things."
Carlota smiled in response. Then clicked her laptop shut. "And where do I rank in your list of pretty things?"
"Right at the top," he chuckled.
Suddenly, the train jerked to a stop, causing all the lights in the cars to black out. Marcus pulled out his two-way radio to find out what was happening. The voice on the other end stated that a mechanically failure occurred and they needed to sit tight. Marcus rogered the relay and quickly went to the intercom to inform passengers about the issue and assure them as best as he could. He came back to Carlota, who had pulled her laptop back up for some lighting.
"How long's the delay?" she asked.
"Sounds like a long one," he stated with frustration tinging his voice as he checked his phone.
Carlota bit her lip in thought, then glanced over at Marcus. "However will we pass the time?"
Marcus looked up from his phone to confirm what she had asked. Her voice had grown husky with desire as her foot rubbed along his leg. A slow smile creased his face. Carlota rose up from her seat to climb into Marcus' lap. Reaching up, she pulled the two pins from her hair to allow the mantle of raven hair to fall over her shoulders. Marcus removed her glasses and placed them on the table next to the laptop before taking a sip of her gloss red lips. She removed his conductor's cap and laid it on the table beside her glasses.
Marcus' fingers tugged on the hem of her cashmere sweater, lifting it away from her body in one motion to reveal a matching fuchsia-colored laced bra underneath. His eyes met hers confirming he liked what he saw. Her creamy butterscotch skin immediately dimpled with goosebumps as his hands explored the contours of her curvy frame. Their lips molded and folded over one another as heat began to rise in alarming increments. Carlota tasted so sweet and intoxicating Marcus was clamoring to keep up. As she rubbed her full hips along his hardening member, he attempted to undo the zipper of her skirt.
"I've thought about doing this hundreds of times," he whispered against her ears.
"Why didn't you?" she asked with a husky murmur as she worked the buttons on his shirt.
"Do you think I'm trying to get fired in this recession?" he joked as he took hold of her panties, tugging them down her thigh. Once he had worked them from her leg, he glimpsed at them and noted they too were fuchsia and smiled. Crumbling them in his hand, he took in their scent and sighed. The heady smell of woman made his already stiff friend rock solid.
"I take it you like," she observed.
"Oh, yes, mami, I like," he assured her flipping her about to face the table.
Carlota relaxed her legs on the tabletop, parting them enough for Marcus' fingers to explore her secret cove. His other hand went to work unfastening the front snaps of her bra, unleashing her full blooms. Her nipples puckered, begging for a caress. His hand gently massaged them into a flurry of tingles and sensations the like she had never experienced. Soon, his fingers delved deftly into her slick entrance moving with slow precision in and out. His thumb strummed tenderly over her engorged bud causing a series of shutters to course through her frame, jiggling her breasts.
"You like this, mami?" he asked with the slightest hint of an accent.
"Do it, papi," she challenged, throwing her head back against his shoulders.
"You are turning me on right now," Marcus admitted, watching her bounce and squirm against his ministrations. "I don't think I could get any harder."
"I smell a challenge," she giggled as she turned over on the table. Gripping his zipper, she tugged it downward, revealing the whites of his boxers, then reaching inside, she pulled his member forward into her waiting mouth. Her mouth felt warm and velvety against his manly flesh. Marcus inhaled a gasp and was hard pressed to exhale, enjoying the sensation of her tongue swirling over him. Her hand went to work trying to grip his hefty balls, rolling them like dice back and forth.
"Easy, mami," he warned. "You don't want to pop this champagne too soon."
Carlota looked up and smiled. "Definitely not, papi," she concurred raising up on her knees as Marcus slid out of the seat.
Her gaze followed his bouncing member as he positioned himself to the side of the table. Carlota placed her bottom on the table, then drew closer to him. Within seconds, he pushed his thick dick straight into her waiting puss and began a hard and fast pumping action that sent shockwaves through her body. She tried desperately to hush her moans, but the feel of him completely inside her was too much to bear. Marcus yanked her up to him and covered his mouth over hers, hoping to absorb her screams of delight. The last thing any of them wanted was a curious passenger or one of his fellow conductors to come check on them.
During this time, the train had begun to roll again, but the lights still remained closed allowing their pleasure to continue. Marcus flipped Carlota over on her stomach, drawing her legs to the ground before implanting himself back into her throbbing core. His fingers intertwined within her raven locks, pulling her head back as far as possible. All the while, he continued to pump and pound her drawing a new series of moans from her lips. In the reflection of the window, he watched as with each beat of his hips her breasts bounced in a steady rhythm, making him harder as he drove closer to a climax.
Carlota was on the verge of a massive orgasm. She could feel her puss begin to tighten and clench Marcus' flesh refusing to let go. His lips touched the rim of her ear as he pushed further and further inside her body. "You know we're gonna have to try this again, baby," he promised, getting a grunted consent from Carlota. "Cause I am loving this action right here."
Carlota laughed merrily as her body finally yielded a series of explosive shutters, just as one of the other conductors called out, "We'll be arriving in our last stop in five minutes." The announcement had covered the sounds of her screams and Marcus' growls just as the lights over the station appeared in the horizon.
Carlota snapped her bra back in place, pulled her skirt down and threw her shirt back on, just as Marcus adjusted his own clothing. Quickly packing up her laptop, she reached for her glasses, while Marcus grabbed her coat, helping her into it. Assured she had everything, she turned to Marcus with a wicked smile before kissing him on the lips sweetly.
"I'll see you when you get home, baby," she said, turning toward the exit. Marcus drew his wife back in for another kiss and a promise for later.
"See you, wifey."
Ahh, the life of a commuter.
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