Date: Thu, 15 Dec 2011 14:29:54 -0800 (PST)
From: DanielleCD <daniellecdinnj@yahoo.com>
Subject: Danielle On the Train

DISCLAIMER: This story involves sexual situations between one or more
cross-dressers or adult males.  If this offends you, please leave.
Otherwise, please enjoy this fantasy of mine.  Please, *no* posting of any
of my stories without my prior written permission(this new disclaimer
supercedes any and all previous disclaimers).  **All characters are OVER
the age of 18 and any reference to any age younger than 18 is part of the
role-playing of the scene between consenting adults, and should NOT be
mistaken for real underage sex.** Now read on, and enjoy.  If you like what
you read, tell me! I do have many more ideas for adventures!  Thank
you... :)


Part 06: "Danielle on the Train"
by
DanielleCDinNJ@yahoo.com


	It was late on a chilly November night, many years before Danielle
was fully 'out', that he, Daniel, spent a full evening shopping at various
old bookstores in the lower/mid part of Manhattan. Danielle was out in 'guy
mode', but what he wore underneath was really what mattered to his feminine
side 'Danielle'. Under his plain pull-over shirt and khaki jeans he wore a
satin bra, sheer panties and lace-topped thigh highs, all black. Not to
mention she always kept her toes painted a sexy deep shade of red. So
outwardly he was just another plain guy, but underneath she felt as sexy as
hell. To complete the outfit, he threw on a short denim jacket, plain white
ankle socks, a silver anklet of hearts around her right ankle that rested
gently below her rose tattoo and he threw on a pair of comfortable tennis
shoes. Her hair was cut rather short; if Danielle had been a lesbian, it'd
be said she had a butch haircut. And although she was in guy mode, she felt
all-girl.
	It was well after 11 o'clock when he finally caught the PATH train
at the 33rd Street Station bound for home in northern New Jersey. This late
at night, he'd be delayed by a scheduled stop at Hoboken as the train did
not travel directly to Jersey City's Journal Square after 11pm. He didn't
mind; he'd go through the heavy-laden backpack he had with him that
contained a few dozen 1940's-era pulp paperbacks he'd picked up that
evening.
	He was sitting on the train watching the in-car tv that was rigged
into the top section of the wall, waiting for the departure time. This late
at night, in the first car of the train, he was alone other than the
conductor and the driver. And they were in the driver's compartment, closed
off from the rest of the car. He didn't mind, it was very peaceful and
quiet. He'd gotten quite comfortable, as a person sitting in a hard train
seat, is able to get, one leg up on the seat tucked under his right
leg. The backpack was on the seat to the right, where he rested a weary arm
from carrying all the weight. He was deep into watching the weather report
and scarcely noticed a man had gotten on the train and sat directly across
from him. The car chimed and the doors closed; seconds later the train
pulled into the tunnel.
	Through the first few stops of the train, Daniel went casually
through the books he'd bought, scanning the covers and
synopses. Occasionally he'd look around to see someone get on and off the
train. He even looked at the man across from him; late 30's, his short wavy
hair and lightly-tanned skin gave him the appearance of being Latino. He
had his eyes closed and Daniel wondered if the man was going to miss his
stop. During one look, he took notice that the man was dressed rather well;
light gray suit, pressed very crisply even this late at night, and a white
shirt which was unbuttoned at the top. His tie was undone and hung gently
down his chest. He wore black socks and shoes to match. 'Danielle' took a
guilty pleasure in noticing that the man had a very sizable bulge in his
pants. Daniel blushed slightly and turned as the train came to a stop and
the man stirred. It was the 9th Street Station and Daniel decided to put
everything away and take a rest. This was where the evening all started, so
to speak. He closed his eyes and sat deep in thought. Hours earlier he'd
gotten off at this stop and started his "bookstore adventure". Through
several old bookstores and across 50+ city blocks he walked for hours.
	He didn't quite fall asleep, but was jolted back to full awareness
and he saw that the train had pulled into the Hoboken station. The doors
opened and shortly after, both the conductor and the driver emerged from
their compartment at the right end of the train and started their walk
toward what would now be the front of the train. He was still alone with
the well-dressed man as he waited for the train to continue. He thought
about waking the man and asking him if he missed his stop, but was just too
shy to do so. However, his fem feelings were rising again and he took
another peek at the man's bulge; he wasn't sure, but it looked as though it
had gotten bigger. Daniel's breathing had quickened and he felt a stirring
deep in his sheer panties. He tried to make himself more comfortable in the
hard seat and locked his eyes on the train's tv. Without waiting much
longer, the train pulled out of the station.
	Several minutes later, the train came to a slow stop. They were
still in the tunnel, just short of making the turn to proceed toward the
Jersey City stations.
	"Ladies and gentlemen, we're waiting for a maintenance car to go
by, we'll be underway momentarily."
	The well-dressed man opened his eyes and looked at Daniel and gave
him a small smile, then looked around the car.
	A few minutes later, the train started on it's way. Then it stopped
abruptly and the lights went out.
	After what seemed like minutes, but was actually a second or two,
the car's emergency lights popped on, casting a dim glow in the car. Daniel
turned left to look down through to the next car when he realized the man
that was sitting across from him now sat right next to him. He gasped and
flinched at this sudden development.
	"It's ok. I'm sorry I startled you. I thought you might feel better
with some company. My name is Steven. What's your name, honey?"
	Honey?
	Breathing heavily, Daniel just stared at him, not knowing what to
say, not sure if from being confused or the sudden situation.  Even in the
dim light, the man saw Daniel's confused look and smiled. "When I got on
the train I noticed your black hose above your socks. And when you were
dozing, I noticed a few bumps and lines in your shirt that can only be made
by a bra."
	Daniel started to panic, but was too scared to do anything about
it.
	Just then the connecting door at the end of the car opened and the
conductor popped his head in, flashed a light he was holding and said,
"Temporary loss of power, folks. As soon as we locate the problem we'll be
on our way. Please don't change cars, it's too dangerous. Thanks for your
patience." Before Daniel could take his next breath, he was gone.
	"Seems we have some time," the man said, smiling. "So, I know
you're wearing a bra and hose. I think I can assume you're wearing panties,
too? So I'll ask you again," he said in a firmer tone of voice, "what's
your name?"
	"Um, D-Danielle," he whispered, knowing the man meant his feminine
name.
	"That's very pretty. I saw you looking at me earlier. You thought I
was asleep, didn't you?"
	"Yes, S-sir."
	"I also noticed you looking at this," he said, taking Danielle's
hand and placing it on his semi-hard bulge. All Danielle could do was hold
her breath. There was fear in her stomach, but there was more. Excitement?
She wasn't sure.
	"It's okay, Danielle. I love sissies like you. I'm not going to
hurt you," he said, rubbing a hand on her thigh. She began to relax and
breath again, but there was still a feeling deep inside her.
	"As long as you do as I say," he said with a wicked grin.
	She enjoyed his hand on her thigh as she wondered what was going to
happen.
	"Take your jacket off."
	She pulled her hand off his pants and without getting up, wiggled
her way out of the jacket. She laid it to the side on the backpack. Then
she sat and put her hands in her lap and waited.
	"Now your shoes and socks. Lay them off to the side."
	With trembling hands, she untied the laces and pulled off the
tennis shoes and socks and pushed them gently to the side with her foot.
	"Put your hands up in the air above your head."
	Arms raised slowly in the air and before she could respond or
protest, Steven grabbed the bottom of the shirt and whisked it off above
her head and tossed it on the floor of the train, almost to the opposite
end of the car. All that remained of Daniel were the jeans.
	"Stand up and face me."
	With legs slightly wobbly, she stood up and turned and waited for
Steven's next command.
	"Loosen your pants and take them off."
	"What...what if somebody comes in?"
	"Take them off."
	After fumbling with the belt and button on the pants, she pulled
down the jeans and stepped out of them. Steven moved them over onto where
her shoes were and took notice of her condition.
	"Thigh highs, very nice. And I do so love see-through panties," he
said, noticing her semi-hardness. "It appears you are enjoying this, yes?"
	All she could do was stand there in front of
him. Humiliated...excited...wanting. If the car had been properly
illuminated, he'd see she was flushed with embarrassment.
	"Sit back down.  Put your legs across my lap."
	Complying with his command, she sat on the cool plastic seat and
raised her legs and rested them across his thighs; her left leg feeling the
obvious hardness in his pants.  He placed his left hand across the bottom
of her feet as his other hand caressed her thighs and legs.
	"Beautiful legs, Danielle. I like that you shave them smooth."
	"Thank you, Sir," she whispered, not from fear of anyone hearing
her, but from the sheer excitement he was stirring in her.
	"That's a very pretty anklet you're wearing. Very feminine, very
*you*."
	He moved his hand down to caress her ankles and feet. She could not
help the soft moan that escaped her lips. She was hard and leaking in her
panties. Her precum made a sexy wet spot at the top of her panties. She
resisted the urge to rub herself. His left hand slowly caressed the bottom
of her feet while he caressed her toes with his other hand, brushing his
fingertips lightly across the tips of the toes.
	"You have very sexy toes, Darling. I love the color you chose."
	"Thank you, Sir."
	He gently lifted her feet and kissed the tips of her toes, sending
tingles from her toes to her cock. She closed her eyes and moaned in
pleasure.
	"Now stand up."
	She was so into the feelings he was giving her legs and feet that
she didn't immediately process what he'd said. When she realized he was
looking at her expectantly, she took her legs off his lap and stood again
in front of him.
	 "Walk over to the door at the end of the car."
	She turned and sexily walked toward the end of the train.
	"No, Danielle." With her back still to him, she froze.
	"That door," he said. Although she couldn't see him, she knew he
was pointing to the door that connected to the next car. And people.
	She slowly turned toward him, standing in the middle of the train,
in only bra, panties and stockings. She shivered with nervousness and
excitement.
	"I'm waiting, Danielle. Walk sexy for me. If you disobey, I'll have
to spank you."
	"W-what if someone sees me?"
	"I couldn't care less. Now walk!"
	Breathing heavily, she took a step forward, coming down on the ball
of her foot, as if she was wearing a high heel. She continued walking
toward the front of the car, almost on tip toes, wiggling her ass slightly.
	"Be sure to walk up to the glass and tell me what you see."
	She was so nervous she almost wet herself, but she kept walking as
sexily as she could, without the help of heels, to please Steven. As she
walked, her cock rubbed against the sheer material of her panties, keeping
her hard. She was so excited, her precum had made her wet spot considerably
larger by the time she got close to the door. She finally reached the door
and she stopped. Inside the next car were several people, all sitting
numbly in the semi-darkness. It appeared as though there were a few
rough-looking teens waiting that made her stomach dull with fear. What if
they saw her? She knew what happened to people like her.
	"Well? What do you see?"
	"Um, just some people, sitting. Nothing going on."
	"Turn around."
	She slowly turned and looked at him. She saw that he was looking at
her intently, smiling. Then she noticed that his pants were open and he was
stroking his hard cock. She let out an involuntary gasp when she saw how
hard and wet the tip was. She'd sucked several cocks in her life before,
but she would never get bored of seeing cocks in person all hard and
waiting for her to pleasure them. She absent-mindedly licked her lips.
	He saw that and smiled, "You want this, yes?"
	"Yesssss," she breathed heavily.
	"Get on your knees."
	Obeying his dominance over her, she lowered herself to the floor
resting on her knees with her hands folded in her lap, eyes looking toward
the floor, in a show of submission.
	"Very good, Danielle. You're a very obedient girl," he said smiling
and stroking. "Now crawl over to me."
	She looked up into his eyes and whispered, "Yes, Sir."
	Leaning forward, she began to crawl sexily toward him, her knees
making soft thumps on the floor of the car. He watched her slink forward,
all while keeping her toes pointed back, accentuating her long legs.
	"Stop down here in between my legs," he said pointing to the floor
in front of him.
	He stopped stroking his cock and watched her crawl slowly toward
him. She never took her eyes of his pistoning hand and now she saw his
cock; all eight inches, cut and thick, gorgeous in it's hardness and
wetness. She licked her lips again as she approached and Steven felt her
breath on his balls.
	"Lick my balls," he said as she stopped where he commanded.
	She ran her tongue around the tight ballsack and felt his heat
emanate from between his legs. She bathed his balls with her tongue and
sent shivers up his spine with her kisses on his sack.
	"Suck my cock, you slut."
	With one last kiss on his balls, she slithered her tongue up the
shaft and toward the head. He reached down and pushed his cock down so she
could get a better angle to get it in her mouth. She kissed and licked all
around the head and ran her tongue on the topside of his cock, wetting it
with her saliva. Kissing and licking back toward the head, he grabbed her
head with both hands and pushed her head down. Half of his cock disappeared
into her mouth and she gagged, inadvertently scraping her teeth on his
cock. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her off his cock and slapped
her hard across the face.
	"Watch your teeth, cunt!"
	Before she could respond, he plunged his cock back into her
mouth. This time she was ready and made sure her teeth were well out of the
way of his pumping cock.
	"I said suck it, you cocksucker."
	She gagged a bit more and he moved her head up and down. With a
sting in her face and tears on her cheeks, she closed her soft lips around
his cock and sucked. Using her tongue to rub around the head, she shot
waves of pleasure through his cock.
	"Oh, fuck yes, babydoll. You're gonna get your reward real soon,"
he panted.
	Holding her head in both hands, Steven continuously pounded her
mouth with his hot cock, making her gag frequently. Danielle felt the
hardness in between her lips and on her tongue. She thought of herself in
this position: on her hands and knees with her ass in the air and a cock
buried in her mouth in the middle of a public subway car, it made her soak
her panties.  She didn't care anymore if anyone walked in. The thought was
abruptly chased from her mind as she felt the hard head of his cock poke
the back of her throat. He seemed to enjoy making her gag. One, two, three,
four times in a row he jabbed at the back of her throat.
	"That's it, cocksucker, choke on my cock. Show me how much you love
gagging on it."
	She moaned an affirmative as she continued to suck as best she
could on his massive invader. She reached up with a hand to rub his balls
and caress the underside of his ballsack. She could tell he was close to
cumming.
	"That's it, babydoll, rub under my balls. You've done this before,"
he moaned.
	Danielle moaned again and felt him tense up. She withdrew her hands
from under his balls and she grasped the base of his cock and pumped.
	"Yes, my little sissy faggot, I'm gonna cum in your mouth. You
better swallow it!"
	As Steven tensed one last time, she pulled her mouth back just
enough that only his cockhead was in her mouth. Seconds later her mouth was
flooded with his hot sperm. It flowed onto her tongue over her teeth and
kept filling her mouth as her lips worked his cock and her tongue licked
the head. She swallowed and felt his cock pulse two, three, four more times
as she was rewarded with another mouthful of his sweet essence. She
swallowed once again as the cock in her mouth began to soften slowly. He
trembled slightly and jerked occasionally as his sensitive cock lay in
between her soft lips. She stopped sucking but still left the cock in her
mouth, waiting for Steven to decide to pull it out.
	"Damn, babydoll, you're so fucking hot."
	He tensed one last time from the hypersensitivity of his cock and
it popped out of Danielle's mouth wetly. As it drooped, it rubbed down her
chin, leaving a trail of sperm that she tried to lick up. He saw that she
missed and scooped it up on his finger and stuck it in her mouth, where she
sucked at it hungrily.
	Still panting heavily, he said, "Danielle, that was the best
blowjob I've had in a while."
	"Thank you, Sir."
	"Now stand up."
	Using his legs to steady herself, she rose to her feet on shaky
legs.
	"Turn around."
	She turned and he was looking right at her panty-clad ass. He
leaned in and placed kisses from the top of her ass crack to the
bottom. She moaned at his soft kisses and he moved his mouth around each
ass cheek, placing kisses and soft nibbles all over.
	"Bend over and hold your ankles."
	She complied as he reached up and pulled the back of her panties
down below her ass so he could kiss and lick her bare skin.
	"Such a beautiful ass, Darling."
	She moaned in thanks as he kissed her bare bottom and then parted
her ass. She sharply took in a breath as he placed a wet kiss on her hot
asshole.
	"Oh...," she moaned loudly as he licked and kissed her tender hole.
	He licked wildly in and around her pulsing hole as she pushed her
ass back to meet his invading tongue. Suddenly he stopped, and she thought
she did something wrong.
	"Turn around and hold the bar."
	She reached above her head and took hold of the bar that ran across
the top of the car. There was enough room for him to stand up and in
seconds he grasped his tie from around his neck and tied her wrists to the
bar.
	"Hey, wait-!"
	She gasped and struggled, but could not free herself.
	"No!"
	He grabbed her head and roughly pressed his mouth to hers. He
flicked his tongue against hers as he wrapped his arms around her. It was
such an intense, deep kiss that she felt herself melting into his arms. He
softly broke the kiss and took his arms from around her. With one last soft
kiss on the lips, he sat down.
	Steven wished he had his camera with him. This sissy looked so sexy
in her lingerie, he would have enjoyed taking pictures of her in different
poses around the train. But this position she was now in: bra, panties
pulled down in back, thigh high stockings. Her wrists were tied to the
commuter bar that was on the ceiling of the train causing her to have to
stand on tippytoes. She was seriously vulnerable, and she knew it. And he
loved it.
	"I have the next stop, Love. I hope for your sake that there's time
for me to untie you. Otherwise..." He let the meaning trail off and she
shook with a combination of fear and excitement. What would happen if he
left her here to be found at the next station? She struggled more to get
free.
	"No time for that, Love."
	She saw him lean in and kiss the front of her panties. She
responded with a moan and a throb in her cock.
	"Mmm, you scent the front of your panties with your perfume?"
	"Yes, Sir, always."
	"Beautiful, darling."
	After a few more well-placed kisses and licks, the front of her
panties were tenting out obscenely as well as being soaked with some of his
saliva but mostly her precum. He reached up and slowly brought down the
front of her panties freeing her raging six-inch cut cock and pulled them
gently down her legs. She slipped her left foot out of the panties and they
remained bunched on her right ankle where they caught on one of the
rough-edged hearts of the anklet.
	Steven leaned forward once more and kissed her cock. Not just once,
but several timeső€Ś`ll over. She'd had men before, but rarely would
any of them even think of pleasuring her in this way. Sometimes they
watched as she masturbated, but more often than not, she'd masturbate after
they'd gone.
	She was snapped back to reality as she felt him suck her cock
slowly between his lips. He ran his tongue all over the head and the
underside, where she loved it most, as he kept up a continuous, gentle
sucking. She moaned loudly as she humped her waist forward, trying to get a
rhythm going. Steven reached up and took an asscheek in each of his hands
and squeezed gently as she humped toward his face, causing her cock to move
in and out of his mouth. He pulled back his mouth and assaulted the head
with his tongue, sucking wildly. Her movements brought her cock in his
mouth deeply as she swayed from the commuter bar. Her toes brushed the
floor lightly as she tried to get some foothold so she could pump his
mouth, but her position would not allow it. He again moved his head back
enough so that her cockhead was all that was between his lips. She was
ready to cum. She was that close to feeling ecstasy.
	"Oh, Lover...make me cum," she gasped. "Please...please let me cum!
Don't tease me. Please, Sir!"
	His tongue flicked wildly at the head of her cock as he felt her
tense up. He very slowly moved his right hand and slid his fingertips into
her asscrack. She gasped at her impending orgasm and he poked the tip of
his middle finger gently into her hot asshole and wiggled it. She moaned
loudly and her entire body tensed as she unloaded spurt after spurt of her
pent-up cum in his mouth. It had been weeks since she had had a decent
cum. Wave after wave of orgasm racked her body as she slipped under the
torrent of feelings. With one last spurt and one last gasp of breath, she
went limp, being suspended by the tie that bound her wrists.
	Kissing her cock one more time, Steven arose and untied Danielle's
wrists and she slumped against him, panting heavily. He sat down and she
sat across him, straddling his lap. Their spent, semi-soft cocks, rubbing
together in the glow of their bliss. She panted heavily into his neck, he
showered her neck and shoulder with kisses and held her tight.
	The lights in the car flickered, came on and promptly went out
again. The dim emergency lights did their best to keep the car
illuminated. They sat in the soft glow of the lights catching their
breaths.
	Steven picked up Danielle's head off his shoulder and looked into
her half-closed, satiated eyes. He placed a soft kiss on her lips.
	"Come, Darling, you need to get dressed. I think we'll be on the
way soon."
	Danielle leaned in and kissed Steven lovingly, their mouths and
tongues locked in passion. She felt, at that moment, that she could fall in
love with Steven.
	As if he could read her thoughts, he said, "Come, my love, let's
get you presentable."
	She slowly slipped off Steven's lap and twirled and danced in a
feeling of love around the car, gathering her clothes. As she finally
slipped on her socks, the lights came back on and the conductor made the
announcement that they would be underway soon. Moments later, the train
began to move.
	"Did my little sissy enjoy that?"
	"Yes, Sir," she said. This time he did see her blush.
	As the train approached the Pavonia/Newport Station, Steven got up,
leaned down and kissed Danielle one last time.
	"Thank you, my love."
	"Thank you, Steven," she said, offering to shake his hand. He took
it, but raised it to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on the back of her
hand.
	She watched him stand at the door, waiting for the slowing train to
come to a stop. He suddenly turned around and said, "We should do this
again sometime, Darling. Call me?"
	The doors opened and Steven stepped out onto the platform and
turned to see Danielle's confused look.
	He smiled and chuckled and said, "I left my card in your backpack,
sweetheart."
	She saw him wink at her as the doors closed.
	The train pulled away, and he was gone.


End of Adventure #6.  :)


I hope you enjoyed the latest adventure! I cannot believe it's been over
five years since my last story...ugh...how time flies. I'm very sorry for
such a long lapse, but, real life has a way of getting in the way of things
sometimes. I promise that it won't be another five years til my next
story. Please drop me a line anytime! Hugs and Kisses!

Here are the other stories in the "Danielle" series of Adventures:

Part 01: "Danielle First Meeting"
Part 02: "Danielle at the Office"
Part 03: "Danielle and Daddy"
Part 04: "Danielle Works A Saturday"
Part 05: "Danielle at the Adult Bookstore"

Look for them on this site! :) Enjoy!