E Is for Exotic by Alison Tyler

Author:Alison Tyler
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781573446013
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2011-12-14T05:00:00+00:00

The next day, Erica didn’t admit to herself that she dressed with a mind to the previous evening’s incident. Her skirt was elegant, understated and midcalf length, with decorative buttons to just below the butt. Unfortunately, that day she was distracted enough that she spent too much time trying to write a proposal and now had more work to finish before the upcoming deadline.

The train was especially busy. Erica worked her way to a back corner where there was less chance of being smothered by pressing bodies, or of something being stolen. She managed to wedge in and then turned back to face the crowd so she could keep an eye on people. The intermittent air-conditioning on the train did little to alleviate the sweat trickling down her legs. Too many people and too hot a day. Erica wished she could melt, just to get away from the heat.

After four or five stops, Erica’s mind wandered to the problems of her program. She’d stopped noticing the people coming and going until she felt a hand slide between her legs, halfway above her knees. Her body tensed as she felt the buttons being released. Obviously, he had already undone a few to get his hand in and she hadn’t noticed. Then Erica changed; anticipation building in her, a thrum humming from her core, heating her in a way that blotted out the people around her. She stared ahead, seeing nothing as all attention centered on the hand working up her bare leg. The train jerked and fingers slid into the folds of her labia, burrowing through her already wet sex.

All she could do was close her eyes, taken away in the roar of her heart. Slowly, as the train trundled along, the hand wedged firmer between her folds, one finger moving forward and back, flicking over her clit. Erica’s knees would have buckled had she not been wedged between so many people. The lights flickered off on the train and her mystery man took that moment to push two fingers up into her cunt. Erica moaned, her eyes closed. When she opened them, afraid of fainting, a man stared at her. She blushed, not having realized the lights had come back on. But the stranger’s hand never stopped its slow movement within her.

She was so wet, and nearly quivering with pent-up lust. Could she come on the train without letting everyone know, with so many people around? Just as she thought she was going to have no choice and would have to just flow with the pleasure, she distinctly heard a voice whisper in Spanish, “You have a hot little cunt." The fingers quickly disappeared from between her legs, leaving her on the edge, shaking slightly.

Her heart thudded and she looked around, again unable to pinpoint who had touched her. She bit her lip. This was almost worse than no human touch at all; to be led to the brink and left hanging. By the time the train reached her stop, Erica had composed herself enough to walk off the train, albeit still thrumming inside.

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