Train Explosion by Janet Raquel :: Sliptongue Magazine

Train Explosion

by Janet Raquel

It was a hot summer night, 5:40 PM, Friday, May 12th, 1988. I was trapped on an all too busy Grand Central Terminal platform with nothing brewing except frustration and fantasy between my legs . We were sardines, drowned by two days of breath, underarm stench and sweat that stuck to the walls with nothing left to do but casually stuff and muff ourselves into a semi-quasi comfortable fashion. We were waiting for our train rides home. The Mission: Northbound Metro-North line Express from Manhattan to Tarrytown, NY. Arrival Time: 40 minutes. I was 18, 5'8", edgy, thick lipped, perky, bold, self-expressive, hot, curious, and a virgin. This would HAVE to change and fast.

Already a junior in college with my single braided black locks dangling loosely over my cheekbones and flowing left to right down my newly developed C-cups and toned back, I jolted as the train screeched into the station but kept my cool by gliding onto the overcrowded commuter car. Several suits began to stare and seemed to see right through my clothing, which turned me on, just as I spotted HIM.

With my gold uptown hoops dangling, my tank top dripping and tight Jordach jeans piercing my inner thighs, I drew my weapon, that sardonic smile that daddy always said could bring men to their knees. It was clear once I entered, that the frustrated business men, felt a surge of sex bulge between their loins as they all grabbed their newspapers and made room for me. Could they smell or simply tell that I had yet to be "had"? Was that why they all parted the sea as such, just for me? Could be, but you see, I had this one particular soldier on my mind. He was at least 6' feet tall, Aunt Jemima's brownie cake black (my favorite) and fit for a king with a devilish grin capable of slaying the strongest of sorcerers. And those eyes? Deep and honorable while hovering under the thickest protection of his brows clearly there to watch over his pensive, piercing, gargantuate gaze. He was the brother in the baby blue sweat suit whose stare I caught just once and knew, "it has to be you". I only had to ponder for a moment the magnificent force of his cock to appreciate the penis envy on the eyes of every other jock in the house. This was going to be fun.

I approached the corner where he'd been sitting and grabbed a grip of the overhead handle bar all the while feeling the nearby eyes cringe with envy at our non-verbal introduction. The shift in his seat, left then right, my direct intention of placing my bags between his legs thereby giving him the authority to witness my impending cleavage, the stare into his deep set eyes, his dimples, that blush, his cock crushing through those loose fitting pants, and my now hardened nipples expressing themselves as I throw back my hair and rise. Oh it was on. Baby, it was on.

No-one could have guessed, that for four years, I'd been secretly and implicitly jealous of my more advanced, hot to trot, wet-lipped, dick dipped, tightly wound high school girlfriends who had all bragged to me DAILY of their sexual conquests. But they were amateurs. They bragged. This is a sign of weakness. Surely, my time would come. You know the type of sister I'm talking about. She can pack more stacks of pancake mix on her rack than any other local chick would dare and she does it all with class and sass. Yeah, she's a fly girl all right, pre-"In Living Color" and post 1950's frustrated mom. You get the point. See my girls from the NYC projects, knew how to throw down and were PROUD of it. "Girl, what are you waiting for?" Janicia exclaimed, or "Don't you know whatchu missin'?" said Karen. Or how about Katrina? "Sheeit, my pussy gets too tight if someone aint hittin' it right" to which Karen finished, "EVERY NIGHT!" Laughter all around. Yeah, I secretly wanted to play ball but it was going to have to be on MY terms. But there was no one to confide in. I was trapped in virgin hell, and needed a way out.

Here I Cum. Cum...Hmmm...I like the sounds of that. I certainly knew what that warm rush felt like by now. I was the queen at self-exploration and had lavishly done at home what I bet none of the girls had the slightest clue about. My little secret had me indulging in the luscious flow of water from time to time as I made precious love to the head of my bath tub spout. I'd spent hours upon hours under the metal pipe pacing myself straight into ecstasy all the while enjoying my #1 status as the world's most satisfied self-saturated slut. I was the queen, mastering the art of submission and arrival after miles and miles of moaning with clenched hands to the tiles that surrounded me. I knew how to cum. Oh yes, to cum, that is the question, whether by cock or by scum, I intended to cum. But I decided long ago, that it was time for a man to make me ooze because that bathroom shit was getting old. My girl's must be right about cock and I intended to find out. And how.

Just thinking about all of that, caused me to drift off into a gaze and when I came to, I found myself VERY warm. HE'D been watching me the entire time and now that the train made it's first stop, it was time to make my move. Several passengers got off but all I could think was how good it would be to get this chocolate muffin off all over me. So I leaned in, a little to his left, then enraptured my breathe into his right, ear and leaned with my bare hands to his chest and blew, "excuse me, but is this seat taken?". HE replied, "It's all you girl" and we began our bump into the night. Over the next 30 minutes we traveled upwards and onto each other’s thoughts, slow dancing with the kind of vocabulary fit for those with perfect DICKtion all the while ConCOCKting an immediate interest in one another. With the lap dance of my tongue and the beating of my breasts, he felt me, he wanted me, and I knew I had to have him too. He was getting off at the same station as I, there is God. Our animal attraction was rising, spilling onto our laps as our bodies clung to the possibility of pushing into each other. I have no other way to express this passion except to say that I knew in my gut, in my heart that I had found my first, my main, my sexual conquest.

It was 6:20, we arrived into Tarrytown, stepped onto the curb and took a cab up to my campus dorm, together, in silence. I snuck him in the back of the building, took him into my room and locked the door. Most of the girls went drinking into town early tonight, it was Friday after all. I put down my bags, clasped his hand, turned off all the lights and slowly led him to the window with the kick ass view of the Hudson River. He stood behind me, and warmly slid both hands under my tank, perfectly landing on my tight tits. I exhaled, arching my back as he pressed even closer to me. I felt his begging bulge asking for me and decided at that very moment, that I would say yes to him, tonight. I turned around as he lifted my arms above my head to remove my top. I stood there, with outward vulnerability finding myself locked into an uncompromising yet desired position. He stared into my eyes and removed each of my breasts from the entrapment of my bra, never once breaking pace. First he took my left breast into his mouth with abandon before squeezing my right nipple between his fingers with equal ease and want. Then he bit. Ah! Gentle, not so gentle. Please. He was now sucking on my dark nipples, both hard as rocks, which fed the depth of his throat with my chocolate milk. The twirl of his tongue and teasing coldness of his gold tooth brought such delight to my throbbing cunt I had to have him. This was only the beginning.

He grabbed my hands in one beat as I immediately unleashed myself with the next and we began our dance of desire. I dropped to my knees, thick lips facing his balls and slid off his pants with my teeth, bringing him to his knees along with me. He removed his draws when right then, at that very moment, I could feel it, even though it hadn't touched me yet, deep inside and took a long, close, HARD look so that I could breathe in this wondrous, exotic, mystery. It was so brown, so strong, so available, and so beautiful. "Fuck me", I moaned as he stuck his tongue down my throat. I clung both legs around his back and returned "Come on baby, fuck me!" He inserted his middle finger in my cunt as I continued to beg, plead, "Give it to me baby, I need you now". With this, he turned us both over so that I now toppled him. He demanded, "Take it". But I am confused. Did he want me to suck him off? I shifted my body back and forth, shaking my hips and cunt all over his shaft, balls and pubic hairs leading me right to his tall cock knowing all the while that this move which made me cum so often at home alone, was my magic trick. He rose like the empire state building on a cloudy night as we naturally, found our rhythm. Before I knew it, he ripped off my panties, pinched my right nipple, lifted my ass with one hand and then stuck his hard and wanting cock right into my walls. Oh my God, oh...it hurt like hell, shit! The pain...the...ooh...oohhhh...Ahhh...That's good...Right there. I began to lavish in it, relish in, the pain, yes, the lust, and the sure pleasure of pain. It was electrifying. I began to curl my lips, lick them with pleasure and smile into his chest. He smiled back. I needed him to stay right there. This need rose and rose and now I wanted it faster and harder, I wanted more. It was too much for words...the excitement, the need, and the deep lust I felt inside. He held both of my ass cheeks tight and bounced me up and down on his fortune when just like that, like a waterfall, I began to cover him with my juices. Still stuck in my cave, he lifted me up from the floor and brought me onto the bed where he could master the art of fucking me at the perfect angle eventually driving me into oblivion. It was here that I understood what my girlfriends had been up to all along. They too, had taken a train ride of their own from Grand Central Station to God knows where and arrived at some dirty street corner and force fed the drug that I am now swallowing for all of their sexual years. This drug I speak of is not sold in stores or on the most vicious Avenues of America, no, this drug is where all viable young men with pliable natures between their legs live and it's called "ddc", delicious dick central.

He was on top now, shooting into my veins, what would eventually bring me over the horizon. 'This sweet, hot, need for more and more caused me to move again, now it's faster, faster, faster, and it's there, oh God right there, damn! Oh shit! Oh! Oh! Oh! Here I...Ohhh...We exploded into one another just as we had less than two hours ago. The train wreck waiting to happen, was us, destined to grind. And so there we were, lying in the aftershock of our lust, like two overfed cats licking and wiping off the maple syrup and brandy of our asses just to have one more moment to relish in the bliss of each other’s heaven.

Nothing and I mean nothing can explain what happened to me that night. What that hard bodied stallion did for me, was turn me into the woman I'd always known I was meant to be under that undiscovered terrain of time. HE and I saw each other as often as possible that Summer where I learned all kinds of treats and tricks. But what I was most proud of that year was the ability to tell all my girls how good it was to finally CUM home!

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Janet Raquel is a professionally trained stage actress and writer who's studied drama and writing in New York, Los Angeles and London, England. She's created her own enterprise in both female empowerment dedicated to the estrogen laden artist and the mentorship of disadvantaged youth via the arts. She's developed several staged plays produced on both eastern and western coasts and is proud to have her piece, "Train Explosion" featured here on Sliptongue.