Marilyn: Going Your Way

"Are you OK there?"

"I-I-I don’t know…It’s just so scary here in this big city. I’m just a small town girl, you know."

Marilyn then smoothly got up and made the stride over to Sara. She got behind her, wrapped her arms around Sara’s waist, kissed on her cheek and cooed softly in her ear, "everything’s gonna be fine. Just relax into my arms." Sara did just that, laying her head back on Marilyn’s shoulder and letting her body limp in Marilyn’s arms. Seeing the girl in her arms disarmed, Marilyn bend her head down to kiss Sara’s cheek again, only to have her mind register the feel of a soft ass against her crotch. She reached up with one hand to support herself against the overhead bar, and pulled Sara to her tighter with the other hand. Not realizing that she forgot to tuck herself up, she slowly felt her cock unfurl in her panties, slowly sticking out and poking against Sara. When Marilyn let the sensation get the best of her, grinding her hard dick against Sara, Sara jumped forward and turned to Marilyn.

"Hey, what’s that you got in your pants?"

Marilyn stood and though, hesitant to answer, then came bluntly forward. "I have a dick."

"Wha?"

"I said it plain and clear. I…have…a…dick!"

"You mean to tell me you’re like one of those men on Jerry Springer?"

Marilyn responded in a somewhat annoyed tone, "well, yeah, though I’m not like one those clowns."

"Well, good point. You don’t seem a complete sissy like them. Besides, if what I felt when you were grinding against me is a clue, you’re hung like a pornstar." Sara then continued nervously "c-can I see?"

"Well, sit down where I was and you can see for yourself."

Sara walked gingerly over to the bench where Marilyn was just seating and sat down just as the train was pulling into a station.