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An Encounter At The Ticket Counter free porn video
Inspired by ‘A Small Case of Overkill’ by Sara H
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Katrina stood behind the ticket counter, tired from a long day of work, counting down the minutes until her weekend began. She idly typed in a few keystrokes to prepare for the next customer, and looked up at the line of people snaking their way toward the clerks.
That’s when Katrina saw her. Standing in line, behind a couple of other customers was a blonde bimbo dressed in an outfit so skanky, Katrina thought, it would make a Brazilian hooker blush. Well, maybe not that bad, but still horribly out of place in the train station in the middle of the afternoon. A backless pink tank top barely covered the woman’s massive breasts, and a ridiculously tiny black miniskirt stretched to cover her bubble butt. The whole trampy package stood precariously upon a pair of punishingly high platform heels, colored to match the shirt, and it was all topped with a tremendous mound of yellow hair. Katrina had no respect for the kind of woman who looked like such a dumb slut.
Katrina looked to the other clerks beside her, both men, and saw that they gawked openly at the girl, despite having customers right in front of them. Typical. The men in line ogled the little floozy and, for whatever reasons, even some women stared. Katrina realized that she was staring too, and certainly not from lust.
Returning her attention to the job, Katrina processed the tickets of another two customers. Then she found herself looking up at the bimbo walking to her counter.
‘It figures,’ Katrina thought with a sigh. Well, at least it meant that the blonde airhead would get a clerk who wouldn’t screw up the keyboard by drooling all over it. The girl’s face was all tarted up like the rest of her, all shiny white teeth and glossy red lipstick and empty blue eyes with way too much eyeliner. Katrina had to suppress a snort of contempt as the girl obscenely plopped her fat udders up on the edge of the counter. Katrina had way too much class to do something so trashy, even if her A-cup breasts were capable of it.
‘I’d like a reserved ticket for the 10 PM train to Miami, in a sleeper car, please,’ the blonde chirped. She batted her thick eyelashes, almost flirtatiously.
‘ID,’ Katrina replied mechanically as she keyed in the ticket request.
‘Umm, sure,’ her customer replied and lifted a little pink handbag up onto the counter. She fumbled around in it with her long pink-manicured nails, and giggled stupidly as she took too long to sort through whatever she had in there. She stuck her pink tongue out a little and rubbed it on her lower lip, wearing an expression of heavy concentration for the simple task of searching her purse. Katrina just looked at her, bored. So damn pink, Katrina thought. Except for those red lips.
Finally the girl’s eyes lit up with glee and the big toothy dimpled grin returned to her face as she pulled a card out and handed it over. Katrina rapidly typed in the license number and glanced incidentally over the other data on the ID. The woman’s name was Misty Cummings. Sounded like a porn star, which she easily could have been. She didn’t look so much like a whore in her photo, though, Katrina thought.
Katrina handed the ID back and the other woman’s fingers brushed her own as she took it. She seemed to be looking in Katrina’s eyes a little too intensely. Was this skank flirting with her? The idea was offensive. Probably this was how the bimbo acted to get special treatment from male personnel and she just did it now out of habit. Still, the other possibility existed.
Katrina read off the price of the ticket, and the blond nonchalantly reached into her gaping cleavage to pull out a wad of bills. Katrina blinked and thought ‘She probably keeps her cash there because she’s too slow to find it in her handbag.’ With another look of intense concentration, the girl peeled off a few bills, moving her lips as she counted silently.
Katrina accepted the money, rung it up and finished off with the standard questions about baggage as the ticket started printing. She handed back the ticket and change. Misty Cummings’ smile was almost lewd as she stuffed the cash back between her oversized breasts.
‘Thanks, Katrina,’ the busty blonde enunciated, staring at the clerk’s nametag. ‘Bye.’ She drew out the latter word with syrupy emphasis, stretching it to two syllables. Katrina wasn’t positive, but thought that the girl winked before sliding her tits off the counter and sashaying away. Katrina breathed a sigh of relief. It had only taken a few minutes, but for some reason it had seemed interminable. As she looked down at her terminal screen, her vision blurred a little, and her head felt suddenly light….
* * *
Kate waited behind the ticket counter, looking forward to the end of her work week and the beginning of a relaxing weekend. She tapped at her keyboard, getting it ready for the next customer. Then she looked up at the people in line.
That’s when Kate saw her. A blonde bombshell stood in line, wearing a ridiculously sexy, revealing outfit. Kate would never have the guts to wear something so daring, even if she had the body to pull it off, especially here in the train station, in the late afternoon. A tiny pink tank top, no back, showed off an impossibly perfect pair of tits. An equally perfect derrière was displayed nicely by a black miniskirt so small it could have been a belt. The hot girl perched upon a pair of high-heeled pumps and her head was crowned with a nimbus of wonderfully coiffed golden hair. A sparkling bellybutton ring accentuated her tan, toned midriff. Kate couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d seen this woman before, but it didn’t seem likely that she’d forget somebody like that who looked like she’d just stepped out of a centerfold. Not that Kate was attracted to women sexually, just that this girl was hotter than Kate could dream of being, and Kate both admired and envied her for it.
A brief glance around showed Kate that every eye in the station was on the babe. No surprise there. Even other women stared, whether from lust, or purely aesthetic appreciation, or jealousy, or disapproval.
Kate continued with her work, taking occasional sidelong peeks at the blonde girl. After dealing with a couple of customers, Kate looked up to see the girl sauntering up to her station, and was struck with a jolt of excitement she didn’t completely understand. She was just as gorgeous up close. Her face was heavily painted, but she wore it well. Heavy black eyeliner framed her enormous blue eyes, and deep red lipstick framed a set of lustrous pearly teeth as she grinned widely. Kate’s eyes got wide as the girl slid her amazing rack up on the edge of the counter. Kate would never have the nerve to flaunt herself so brazenly, but then, her own B-cup tits, while they served her well enough, really weren’t worth showing off like this fantastic pair before her.
‘Hi, what can I do for you?’ Kate asked, trying not to act flustered.
‘Hi,’ the blonde replied, and batted her eyelashes a couple of times. ‘I’d like a reserved ticket on a sleeper car to Miami.’
Kate just looked at the woman’s face for a second as if she hadn’t comprehended the request, then, with a start, began typing in the reservation. Her customer giggled slightly. Kate felt her face becoming warm. She was acting awkward around a sexy woman the way an adolescent boy would. Kate was basically straight, though. It was just that this blonde just radiated sex like an aura.
‘Okay,’ Kate said, smiling a little nervously. ‘May I see your ID please?’
‘Why of course,’ her customer replied sweetly, then swung a small pink handbag up onto the counter. She reached into it with her finely manicured hand and searched around in there with an expression of careful concentration. She took a pretty long time for such a little bag, absentmindedly licking her lips at the same time. Kate watched the pink tonguetip with a kind of fascination, thin
king of how the tongue’s color matched that of the tank top, the handbag, and the fingernails. It suited her. Kate also noticed how the pink of the tongue stood out against the deep red of the wet lips.
Finally, the big sunny grin broke out across the woman’s face again as she pulled a license from the handbag and presented it to Kate, glowing with pride at this simple accomplishment. Kate looked at the license with curiosity as she typed in the number. The customer’s name was Misty Cummings, which seemed appropriate. Her photo didn’t really do her justice, though.
Finished, Kate handed Misty her card back. Just for a moment the blonde’s smooth fingers slid along Kate’s own, and even gave a little squeeze, as she took back the card. Was this strange goddess flirting? How bizarre, and flattering.
Kate then read off the price and her customer reached into her own sumptuous décolletage. Kate blinked a couple of times, and had to suppress a little giggle. This was just too much. Misty smiled back knowingly and pulled out a wad of bills. Slowly she peeled off a few, moving her luscious mouth as she counted.
Kate took the cash, allowing Misty’s fingers to brush hers again. This situation was kind of absurd. She rung up the money and started printing the tickets, finishing the transaction with a few questions about luggage and such.
Kate handed over the ticket and change, and Misty took them with another little squeeze of Kate’s fingers. Kate felt a little turned on in spite of herself. Oh well. It was all over now. Misty grinned lasciviously as she plunged the money back into her fantastic cleavage.
Misty looked down at Kate’s chest, then said, ‘Thank you so much, Katrina,’ drawing out the name affectionately. Everybody called her Kate or Katie, and she almost felt like telling Misty that, though there was no real point.
‘Have a great trip,’ Kate said.
‘Thanks, I’m sure I will,’ Misty replied, almost insistently. ‘Bye Bye,’ she said, then winked. She turned away from the counter, letting her boobs slide off and jiggle back into place. Kate couldn’t help but stare, a little perplexed, at the woman as she sashayed away, long pink heels clicking, ripe bouncy ass swinging. Kate took a few deep breaths. Her mouth felt dry and her head felt a little light. As this crazy impossible hottie (who had flirted with her!) rounded the corner past the counter, Kate looked back at her monitor to get ready for the next customer. She found she couldn’t quite focus on the words onscreen.
* * *
Kitty couldn’t wait to get off work, change out of her stupid uniform and into something sexy, then start her weekend. She poked at the keyboard with one long manicured nail while her other hand played with a stray lock of hair. Her eyes drifted up to the line of customers.
That’s when Kitty saw her. Standing in line was a blonde chick so hot that Kitty wished she could start her weekend right that second. Her outfit was so amazingly sexy. It was like something Kitty would wear to go clubbing. A pink top nicely showed off the woman’s luscious boobies, which were almost as big as Kitty’s own and just as perfectly shaped. A black miniskirt hugged the girl’s juicy booty the way Kitty imagined herself doing. That girl had the cutest pair of pink pumps at the end of her long, fine legs. They matched her top, and her little handbag and nails, Kitty noted admiringly. A sexy little piece of bellybutton jewelry shined in the hot girl’s tight golden midriff and her head was crowned with waves of beautiful golden hair. Kitty could barely take her eyes off the babe long enough to deal with the next couple of customers. Kitty felt like she’d seen her before, but there was no way she’d forget a girl this hot. This was the kind of honey that Kitty had wet dreams about. Maybe she remembered her from those.
Kitty bounced a little with excitement as she saw the blonde walking up to her station. How cool! She looked even hotter up close, where Kitty could see her big blue eyes and shiny red lips, plus the most adorable pair of little dimples in her cheeks as she smiled real big. Kitty smiled back, feeling goofy and nervous. Then she grinned wider, even more nervous, and horny, as the babe slid her awesome titties up on the counter. Kitty liked to show off this way too, but it was super sexy seeing this other girl doing it.
‘Hi, I’m Kitty,’ she greeted the customer.
‘Hi, Kitty. What a cute name!’ the blonde enthused. Just then Kitty had an image of herself purring like her namesake while this hottie stroked her head. ‘I’m Misty.’
‘Oh, I like your name, too.’ It reminded her of fairy tales and magic. ‘So, what can I do for you, Misty?’ She pronounced the name lovingly.
‘Well, for starters, I need a ticket to Miami,’ Misty replied, giggling as if at some private joke. Kitty couldn’t help but giggle too.
‘Umm, okay,’ Kitty replied, and struggled to focus on keying in the destination. ‘What time?’ she asked. In the back of her mind she felt a little disappointment to think that this amazing babe was going so far away from her.
‘Ten O’Clock,’ Misty replied, swaying slightly in a way that made her boobies slide back and forth a little bit on the counter.
‘Uh huh,’ Misty nodded, fumbling at the keyboard with her long nail as she gazed at the shifting titties. Kitty could see the nipples poking through the thin pink fabric, and wondered what color they were. She imagined them a pink color to match the ensemble. Kitty could feel her own nipples stiff against her bra cups. ‘Uh, one way or round trip?’
‘Oh, one way, please.’ Kitty looked up at Misty’s face. She was sad to learn that this amazing babe was only going to be around her for a short time, and not coming back. Maybe it showed, because Misty’s smile softened a little.
Then the blonde batted her long eyelashes at Kitty as she said, in a lower voice, ‘I’d like to reserve a sleeper car, please.’
Kitty gulped. Misty sounded so sexy when she said that. Kitty’s head was filled with a vision of herself and Misty, naked and fucking like crazy in a sleeper berth as the train roared and thumped along. She had a big grin again, and a little blush. She felt her pussy getting wet.
After a few seconds of smiling at Misty and fantasizing, she realized that she needed to type in the seating request. Then the computer told her to ask for ID.
‘Hey, Misty,’ she said slowly, as if afraid of offending the girl, ‘could I, um, see your license-thingy please?’
‘Why, of course, sweetheart,’ Misty replied sunnily. She lifted her cute little handbag onto the counter and began to search around in it. Kitty stared and tried to see what was in there. Makeup, probably, and the ID of course. What else?, she wondered, thinking of the contents of her own purse: money, makeup, keys and wallet, obviously, plus tissues, condoms, lube, and a little secret vibrator she liked to use on lunch breaks. And sometimes her 15-minute coffee breaks. And sometimes bathroom breaks when she didn’t really need to pee but just felt horny. She might have to take a bathroom break when she was done with Misty.
Misty slowly licked her lips as she hunted through the bag. Kitty just gazed at her, thinking how her pink tongue matched all the other pink stuff, including maybe the pink stuff she hadn’t seen yet, and how it stood out against the big juicy red lips. Finally the blonde pulled out a plastic card, giggling again as she handed it over. Kitty giggled a little too as she took it, and accidentally on purpose stroked her fingers against Misty’s.
She looked at the card. Misty wasn’t as hot in the picture as she was right here in the flesh. Reading the numbers and typing them in was the toughest part for Kitty. She knew she was slower than the other clerks (even when she wasn’t so distracted), but she also knew that everybody liked her because she was so friendly (plus she had awesome boobies, and she sometimes gave blowjobs to her manager and some of her co-
workers, who loved getting them just as much as she loved giving them).
When she finished typing, Kitty handed back the card, and Misty stroked her fingers for a second while she grabbed it. Kitty knew that was on purpose and tried to keep from shaking with excitement. Her titties jiggled around a little anyway, and she noticed Misty looking. God this was hot!
Finally, she asked for the money, and almost gasped as Misty reached between her sweet mounds to get it. It was a nice fat wad of cash, and Misty counted off a few bills, then handed them over. The two girls’ hands touched again, for a little longer this time, and Kitty wanted to shout.
With some effort, Kitty counted the cash and keyed in the amount. Then she had to count the change while the ticket printed out, all the while imagining her hands and mouth all over this babe’s gorgeous titties and pussy and ass…. She shook her head and took care of a few last stupid questions about luggage and stuff.
All done, she handed over the ticket in one hand and the change in the other. Misty stroked and fondled both hands as she received the items, looking hungrily in Kitty’s eyes the whole time. After a little while, she let go and stuck the ticket in her purse. Then she stretched out her top’s already low neckline with her free hand while slowly sliding the money back down with the other hand, giving Kitty a nice long look down her shirt. Kitty knew Misty could see her looking. She wanted her to see.
Soon it would be over. Kitty sighed to herself.
‘Thank you. Have a fantastic trip,’ Kitty said warmly.
‘Oh, I will,’ Misty replied. It looked like she was staring at Kitty’s booby again, so the clerk stood up a little straighter and stuck out her chest proudly.
‘Thank you, Katrina,’ Misty said.
‘Call me Kitty!’ the clerk squeaked.
‘I’m sorry. Kitty. I was just reading off your nametag,’ she giggled.
‘That’s okay. Nobody calls me that, though.’ Kitty giggled, too. ‘Well, have a great time in Florida. I hear it’s real nice down there this time of year.’
‘Oh, have you never been?’ Misty said, almost sadly. Kitty shook her head, a little embarrassed. ‘Well, you should go,’ the traveler said firmly, then winked.
‘Bye bye,’ Misty sang as she grabbed her handbag and turned away so that her pretty titties slid off the counter and bounced back to their regular positions. Her juicy black-clad ass swung from side to side as Kitty stared after her wistfully. Just as she was about to round the corner past the counter, Misty looked back and blew Kitty a kiss. Kitty nearly melted right then.
That’s when Kitty decided she was going to Florida. She’d use her employee discount to get a simple unreserved seat. It was a long ride, but she had a feeling she would get to share a sleeper car with one of the other passengers. She smiled wickedly as she rung up her own ticket. Her head felt light and her fingers shook, but the plan was firm in her mind. She didn’t have time to run home and get changed, but there was a whole mall in the station where she could buy some new things. There was even a lingerie store. There was no place to pick up special toys like she had at home, but she could make do without those. She bit her lip to keep from giggling out loud. With her ticket printed, she picked up her purse and ran off for a bathroom break.
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