Erotic Story: LAST TRAIN TO BRONXVILLE

      I usually work late in the City on Thursday night and have to take the last train home. I get to Grand Central Station in the heart of New York just in time to catch the Metro North 12:30am to my hometown of Bronxville, a very exclusive suburb about 20 miles north of the City. Last night I had the experience of my life. I'd like to share it with you because it's so freaky and I have to share it with someone and
telling a complete stranger like you is easier than telling my friends or family. My God! I'd be ostracized if they found out.
Ok. Let me start at the beginning. I got out of the office a little later than usual so I had to run down to Grand Central and just jump on the train a minute before it pulled out. Luckily, like most regular passengers on Metro North, I have a monthly pass so I didn't have to bother buying a ticket. OK. I got on and sat down to catch my breath. I looked around and noticed that the lights were out in the last car which was the one I was in. Sometimes that happens. I don't know why but sometimes either the air conditioning or the lights won't be working on one of the cars on the train. Normally I would get up and move to another car, one with working lights, because I generally like to read on the train. But last night I welcomed the darkness because I had had a full day and just wanted to zone out. And that's what I did. I relaxed against my seat and started to doze off.  I don't know how long I was dozing but soon I heard voices. The voices were not loud. In fact, they sounded like stage whispers. But still I came fully awake at the sound because the voices sounded somewhat strange.

       My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I saw these two guys who obviously had walked into the car from somewhere in the front. When the lights are out in a car, it still is not completely dark. The lights from the next car give some vision, dim, but still you can generally make out what's going on in the car.
These two guys came to the back of the last car where I was sitting. I don't know if they saw me at first. Maybe they did. But if they did,
they certainly did not pay any attention to me. They were full concentrating on each other. They stood up against the door of the train and just began to touch each other softly. They were whispering to each other and I had to strain to hear what they were saying. But once I made out the words, I gasped.
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