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My Treat. (Or, "Hot Slut Sitting Topless on the Rail".)
05:30 Jun 25 2011
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I started this story as a "thank you" to a random individual. At the time of writing this, I wasn't sure how deep into the story I wanted to delve...so excuse the sudden ending. Should I continue this sordid tale?



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I've walked this path countless nights; the dark rails travel a desolate wooded field, a place for trains to be as loud as they will without disturbing anyone. This is the quiet portion of my journey...aside from the occasional animal scurry or 'hoot', the rustling of leaves and the breeze my only companionship. The sweet air is scented with the nightly bloom, and the moon alone decides how much light I am afforded - tonight, a glorious full moon burns bright.



My footfall mesmerizes me, passing over the stones and beams of the track becomes a rhythmic shuffle too low to echo. Before too long, I've settled into that calm reserve, not allowing the utter nothing unnerve me. My gaze rises from the ground, but following the rail...a distance off, the moon glints of steel and iron. My eyes drop listlessly and boredom sets in; I am alone with myself.



Then, a scent strikes me...of cold trepidation and eager meekness, my sight locks forward, scanning for the source. My ears twitch to catch any sound with my heated breath to answer. I continue forward, slower and more deliberate, as if picking my every step. Every step brings that alluring scent closer.



Moonlight on pale flesh rewards my hunt, and a shape begins to take form ahead of me. Slight movements alert me, making me bristle until my eyes might better access this mystery. Within my next few paces, I can make out arms (slender) and a head (long hair, too dark in the moonlight to determine, but bright and shiny)...and then, a sitting form of a female, perched upon the rail.



My next sniff tells me you are aware of me now, also. You try hard to hide yourself; topless as you are, it is apparent your face is the focus of your obfuscation. Your tossed hair curtains your face as you turn a shoulder to me...a star never found in the sky pulls my scrutiny and suddenly, I can sense your fear. My head swims, but I do not forget myself. I pass by, not knowing whether to speak or to ignore this morsel that surely must be put in my path for my delight only!



I turned. As we've all heard it only takes a moment; in the moment I looked on your demure face, colored in humility matching the embarrassment found upon your chest...ehm...I had forgotten whether I was man or beast.