LisBottom (MIX)

A TRAIN RIDE TO REMEMBER

TRIGGER WARNING: Kunlisa, sex toys, exhibitionism (I guess??), public

Lisa reached the Moynihan Train Hall in New York City early on Tuesday morning, dressed just as she had been instructed; a short skirt, heels, and a light-colored tight top with no bra. He had wanted her not to wear panties but she explained that if the wearable vibrator that she currently had hidden in her purse was going to stay in place, an undergarment would be required.

This morning, the bustling grand atrium of the hall, bathed in natural light, teemed with business professionals, shoppers, and tourists, all navigating their way toward the central escalators. The escalators led to the tunnels below, where travelers could board trains destined for various cities or towns. Lisa consulted the expansive board mounted on the wall, discovering her train listed, but the track number remained conspicuously absent.

She ducked into the ladies' room and slid into an open stall. Sitting on the toilet she adjusted herself so that she could slide the larger part of her U-shaped vibrator into her vagina and position the smaller end tight against her clit. Finished with this procedure, she neatened herself and carefully made her way back to the large open room. Walking felt different now, she had to move more carefully so as not to rub against the silicone object.

She kept an eye on the board waiting impatiently for her track number to appear. She needed to get to the appropriate escalator quickly so she could be near the front of the line and in turn get a seat in the car where she had been instructed to sit.

As she waited she reflected on how she met Cai Xukun recalling how they met online and reached the point where she obediently followed his every command. Their introduction occurred nearly a year ago on an adult chat site, and their conversations have persisted since then. Despite his attempts to coax her into video chats, she consistently declined, and they had never even exchanged pictures of themselves.

And today she was going to meet him for the very first time. He lived in Boston and had taken a train to the Bridgeport Station early this morning where he would turn around and get on Lisa's train heading back to Boston.

He would identify Lisa by the attire he ordered her to wear and the train car that she was scheduled to board. She would not be able to recognize him as he gave her no hints as to where he would be sitting or what he would be wearing. This was standard for their relationship. He always had the upper hand.

As the track number flashed on the board, Lisa felt the urge to sprint towards the line, but the implanted device restrained her. She resorted to a brisk duck walk towards the escalator, managing to position herself not too far from the front of the line.

The realization of her braless state hadn't crossed her mind until she joined the line beside a group of guys geared up for a Red Sox game. Their appreciative glances and smiles caught her attention. Looking down, she understood the reason behind their reactions. When she left home earlier, her top hung loosely on her frame. However, as the summer morning progressed, the shirt snugly adhered to her, revealing her nipples subtly pressing through the fabric, providing the group of baseball enthusiasts--and everyone else in the vicinity--something eye-catching.

There was nothing she could do but stand in line and let people stare at her. Finally, the line started to disappear down the steep elevator and soon she left the bright hall and descended into the dreary underground. When she saw her train she immediately started counting the cars until she found the one she needed. It wasn't crowded and with the help of a nice-looking conductor, she found an aisle seat. The conductor, in an oversized uniform, with a name tag that simply said Hyunjin seemed anxious to help.