During the summers of my school years I worked at various jobs. I think it was just after high school that I worked as a page for a large title company in the Loop. There were about seven of us in a small room next to the large coat room and when someone needed to send anything from one place to another in this multi story complex the next one up would take the call.
There was Paul who kept us up to date on the raids his bunch of hoodlums made on the like bunches of mostly high schoolers in the nearby cities across the state line. Bob was the most unlikely page at 300 pounds because he moved at half the speed of the rest of us. Joe was definitely the coolest guy. Slicked back hair in a perfect DA, dressed like a executive and not a page, and one we figured would be the first to move on up to the pricing or billing departments. And Dan, a bona-fide Mafia capo in training. I was just your average guy, killing time, making a few bucks waiting for the first semester of college to start after Labor Day.
We didn't have any girls in the group, but there was Lois, now a biller, who had served her time as a page the previous summer. Dan had worked with her then and had tried to get a little close and personal. She wouldn't even talk to him, then or now. He would take out his revenge on her by periodically spitting a giant hocker in her coat pocket or masturbating a load of jizz either on her coat or in the pocket. He wasn't a nice guy.
Lois was rail thin with short straight hair and a funny walk. She would walk fast with her pelvis stuck out in front of her like the grill on a new Buick and her upper body leaning back as if it couldn't quite keep up with her long legs. Dan said that if you ever bumped into her it would be like a kick in the balls. I think he even tried that a time or two.
I commuted on a train or the CTA streetcars to and from work. The streetcars took about twice as long but had the advantage of being really crowded when boarding them after work; perfect for pressing my hard-on against an unsuspecting derriere. One evening I spied Lois on the same streetcar and I wiggled and squirmed my way to her backside. A disappointing move because her skinny butt was not very satisfying. I thought if I could face her that projecting pelvis would be a perfect target for my guided muscle.
Luckily someone got up to head for the door and she was forced to twist around and recognized me standing there and said, "Oh hi Pat, I didn't know you took this line."
I told her that I did now and then as we were jostled around by more people crowding into the streetcar. Now we were face to face and I could feel her pelvic area pressed against me. It was a little disappointing compared to a nice soft plump butt. I wiggled a bit trying to feel something interesting with my third hand.
"What the hell are you doing Pat, trying to fuck me?" she said loud enough for the lady next to us who gave me a dirty look. My hard-on went south in two seconds flat.
"Damn Lois, I can't help it if we get packed like sardines in here." I said loud enough to ease the egg bag of the lady who was still giving me the evil eye.
Lois just smiled and gave me two pelvic thrusts and I wiggled around so we were side by side. We continued the ride like that making small talk until it was time for her to get off at 51st street. I figured I could get off there and transfer to a 51st street bus and continue home from there. She told me this was the end of the line for her because she lived about a block from the bus stop. There was a drugstore on the corner and I asked her if she wanted a soda or something.
"How about you buy me a burger, I skipped lunch today and I'm starved?'
We went to the counter for our burgers and were told their grill had burnt out and all they had was cold food. I asked her where we could go since I wasn't very familiar with the neighborhood. She said that we might as well go to her place; she could scrounge up something for us. We walked to her small apartment on the third floor of a four flat.
After a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I said that I had to go.
"Tell me something Pat," Lois said, "did I give you the stiff thing back there on the streetcar?"
"Yes, you've given me a stiff thing every day for three weeks." I exaggerated.
"We're not on a crowded car now, would you like to try it this way?"
My hard-on came back as fast as it had gone away a couple of hours ago. "Uh, yes, I think that'd be great."
She moved up against me and I pressed against her projecting pelvis as she wiggled from side to side and said, "Are you a virgin Pat?"
"I've done it a couple of times." I answered.
"Was it someone you met on the bus?"
Being a truthful pervert I said, "Sort of, it was a teacher at my high school, she was a little older than me and I didn't know who she was at the time."
"I've been doing it since I was 13, I'm 19 now and I think I'd like to fuck you. Take your clothes off." She ordered.
We both undressed in about five seconds and I started to move her toward the sofa.
"I like to do it standing up Pat, just like you were dry fucking me on the streetcar." She said pressing against me and pulling me against her.
"I've never done it like this." I wimply said.
She spread her legs and grabbed my cock and directed it into her pussy as I bent my knees to lower myself so I could shove it up into her.
"Just shut up and fuck me." She said as she leaned back like she was walking down the aisles at the title company. Her bony pelvis and hip bones weren't the most comfortable things in the world, but her pussy was tight and it felt ever so good.
I pumped away for all I was worth and she started to chant in the same rhythm, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
I fucked her and as she came closer and closer to an orgasm she got louder and louder. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Someone in the flat above was stomping on the floor and yelling, "Shut the fuck up, I got kids up here."
A voice from next door was yelling in perfect synchronization, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
If I had been watching and listening I would have been doubled over with laughter, but the good feeling had started. It was stronger than my shaking legs and was so strong it almost hurt. It felt oh so good. The feeling surged up from my toes and shot out the end of my dick just as Lois screamed out one last time, "FUCK MEEEE" as she reached her own good feeling.
The voice from above yelled, "About time."
The voice from next door shouted, "Do it again."
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