We Made Love

First off, I have to admit that I truly am not a stud or ladies man. I simply feel that I have been blessed with exceptional luck at times with women on BART. The first occurance happened last June on my way to work. This lovely young blond boarded and took the only open seat next to me. Although she seemed involved in her book, I could feel that she had a thing for slightly overweight old men. So the time came to make my move. I began by slowly sliding my hand into my pocket and lightly touching my arm to hers. As I grabbed my growing man shaft, I couldn't help pretending that my arm was an extension of her own. As I worked my member, the sweat between our arms grew. She moved her arm from mine and pretended to not know what was occuring. I knew better and the chase was on. My next move was to continually drop things in front of me and then brush her leg each time on the way up. The more I did this the more she seemed to grow uncomfortable. Now it was time for something more bold. I leaned over and took in her sweet aroma while breathing slightly on her neck. I knew the heat was too strong as she jumped up and yelled "what the fuck man." God she needed it bad. Later that night when I finished cutting myself I broke into my neighbors apartment and stole a pair of her soiled panties. I imagined the girl from earlier as I stroked myself but before I could finish I began to cry. Now I look for that girl everyday....sometimes for hours. When that special day comes and I meet her again, I hope I can stop myself from screaming at her vagina.