Author’s note

Sorry about the long wait. This installment is sort of a segway, but part 11 will be posted as soon as this is approved so they stay in order.

A Train Encounter Pt. 10

I was in a bit of a funk when I got on the train to go home. Having spent out of the day looking forward to being under Tracy’s feet again, and then finding out late that it wasn’t gonna happen, was sort of depressing. But it didn’t last long. During the ride home I reminded myself that we weren’t a couple, and started to smile about Tracy finally going out to do things with people from work. I was glad that she was getting herself out there like a twenty something should.

I also reminded myself that I’m not as young as I used to be. I loved every minute of what happened last night, and would gladly do it all over again, but had to admit to myself that my chest really was a little sore, and the skin on my face did feel a little raw from Tracy grinding her stocking feet on it for however long she did. She had to have been doing that in one way or another for two hours easily. Last, I was exhausted! There was some serious sleep deprivation going on!

Sitting on my deck with a drink gave me time to finish writing about the night. I had recorded everything on my phone and wrote down a first draft last night before gonna bed. That all the time helps me relive an experience. Around 7:30 my phone dinged with a text message. I finished what I was writing and saw that it was Tracy. “I’m so sorry, I just remembered that it’s Wednesday and you thought I was coming over”

“No problem, go and have fun. You need to hang out with people your own age more often.”

“K thanks. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

Pulling all of last night’s events into a coherent story was exciting. I was reliving each and every moment of it as I put it on paper. A little before 9:00 my phone dinged again. “You should have come, soooo much fun.”

So, she really was having a good time, lol. I wondered back to when I was in my twenties and was a little envious of she and her friends being able to go out drinking on a Wednesday night and still be ready for work Thursday morning.

At 10:30 I called it a night. It was earlier than my usual bedtime but I was wiped out. The TV was on and I was dozing off when I heard my phone ding. I looked at the clock and it was just past 11:30.

“You lucked out mister.”

Now this was gonna be funny. “Are you still at Dos?”

“Last call, your sooooo lucky.”

Lol,this was the definition of drunk texting. I responded “Oh? Why’s that?”

The texts started coming in faster than I could keep up with.

“You would have stimp all over.”

“Stomp.”

“You should come to get stomp.”

“Lol, what are you trying to say Tracy?”

“Come next time. Sooooo wanna stomp on you.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhmm really really.”

“Stomp stomp with boots.”

This was hysterical. I was having a great time reading her jumbled text and messing with her. “Stomp stomp, huh? Think you could handle that without falling over?”

“I can can you?”

“I can handle whatever you dish out.” That ought to get her going.

“Ohhh we’ll see bout that. Your in trouble now smart guy, lol.”

“K gotta leave.”

“See you.”

“Ok get home safe. Don’t drive, take a cab.”

I fell asleep laughing. She was gonna be so embarrassed tomorrow when she read her drunk texts. It was fun to think about what she would have done if we were actually together with her in this state.

Leaving the house the next morning felt like walking into a steam room. I was sweating before I even got into my car, and the walk to the train was no better. I walked through the cars we usually sat in but Tracy wasn’t there. I was a little worried considering her condition last night so sent her a text. She responded just as I was getting off the train in the city.

“I’m fine, just a little sluggish.”

“Crashed at a friend’s place last night.”

“Never would have made it home. Probably would have passed out on the train.”

“And woke up in Connecticut, lol.”

“Ok, see you probably tomorrow then.” Well at least she was ok. I would have had a three day hangover.

“You off today?”

“No, I just got off the train, why?.”

“Ok. See you on the way home.

Well alright then. She was definitely more resilient than me!

I waited for her at the train station after work, curious to see what kind of shape she would be in, and there she was, right on time. She waved when she saw me, not quite doing her usual half skip walk, but she was still popping along more happily than most of the other commuters she was passing. I watched her coming up the platform, amazed that she wasn’t dragging herself to the train. It looked like she had on the same dress and stockings as yesterday, those were definitely her punk boots again, but she had on a loose blue top. I gave her a hug when she reached me and we both caught a whiff of what drifted up from inside her shirt. She blushed and shrugged a little, saying “I was running really late this morning”

Tracy and her friends had stayed out until the restaurant closed. They have a great tequila selection, so there were a few too many shots involved and she thought it best to stay in the city at a friend’s apartment rather than try to make it home. She saw a girl she used to date in the restaurant for dinner with a group of friends and they started talking after she finished dinner. Tracy and one of the other women in the party hit it off and exchanged numbers so she was really excited about that.

I told her that I was really happy for her, and glad that she was ok. Then I laughed and asked if she always travels with a change of clothing. She gave me a nudge and explained that she always has a shirt, a pair of tights, and a pair of panties in her locker at work. What she didn’t realize is that the shirt was blue and the tights were yellow, so they couldn’t be worn together. She had to cover her shirt, for reasons we both realized, so left on her tights and threw the blouse over yesterday’s shirt.

After a minute or two of laughing about it, I said “So, do you all the time get that feisty when you drunk text?”

“You’re such an idiot!” She gave me a shove and laughed. “You shouldn’t even have answered. You’re such an instigator.”

“Me? You’re the one who started the whole stomping conversation.”

“Well you didn’t have to keep pushing me. I think you just wanted to keep me talking about stomping on you. Besides, it’s your own fault for telling me about you and the girl you used to date. You know that things like that just put ideas in my head.”

The train pulled in and we waited for the crowd to get on, then climbed aboard ourselves and found a row of seats with nobody in front or in back of us. It was just easier than trying to keep our voices down and hope that nobody heard our somewhat odd conversations.

“Well ok, that’s fair.” She laughed a bit at that, and I asked if any of her friends had seen the texts.

She told me that none of them had. Everyone but the friend she stayed with left by that point, and the only one she would have let see it was the one she used to date.

“Wow, you trust your ex that much?” I asked?

Then she told me that she was the one with the armpit play after going to the gym so she would get it.

When we first started sharing our fetishes with each other, Tracy had a hard time accepting that I loved when her feet were exceptionally sweaty and smelly. Then I explained that it was no different than her and an old girlfriend she told me about. This was that woman. Tracy said she enjoyed meeting her after a workout and licking her sweaty breasts, but what she really liked about it was getting her nose buried in the woman’s armpit. As I tried to convince her that I like the smell of her feet, she admitted that she got turned on when this woman would stick Tracy’s face in her armpit and not let her go until she licked it. From then on she didn’t question whether I was really enjoying it when her feet stunk.

I joked and said to buy her a drink for me the next time they bumped into each other.

The train started to pull out and we settled in for our forty five minute ride. I rummaged through my bag and pulled out my journal, telling her that another good thing about her going out last night was that I had time to get my thoughts together and write everything down while it was still fresh in my mind. All I needed was some input from her.

She was always excited to read my journal, and loved giving her side of the events. I was posting them online and she liked reading the comments so really got into adding to the story. I gave her a red pencil and told her to go to town. She sat there for most of the ride, sometimes giggling, sometimes saying things like “Oh, right…” or “that was so funny”, but mostly reading through and scribbling all over the pages.

When she handed it back it looked like she had written almost as much as me. There were red notes all over, arrows from her writing in the margins to spots in the page where she thought they belonged. I started going through everything. We still had about ten minutes to my stop, and I was excited to get this finished and posted online. When I reached the end she had “LIKE NOW” written in the bottom margin and underlined three times. There was an arrow going from those two words up to the top of the page and pointing up. I looked at her and she just nodded so if to say “keep going”. I turned back to the previous page and saw that the arrow continued. I followed it all the way up until I saw the end of it point to the line where I had her quoted as saying “the next time might be sooner than you think” as she got off the train the previous morning.

I sat up straight and looked at her, a dumbfounded look on my face and my mouth hanging open. She just grinned at me and said “Mhmm, what do you say now clever guy?”

To be continued…