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Hello Again (Audio Script)
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The subway is in no way, shape, or form an appropriate place to pick someone up, but a woman has an intriguing encounter with a cute guy on a passing train that leaves her wondering what could have been. Later, by total coincidence, the two bump into each other at a bar. This time, she’s not going to let him get away. Public Hookup Sex Story ✅ romantic Audio ✅ Stranger Sex ✅ Public kiss ✅ Dirty Talk ✅ Audio Porn for Women ✅ Sexy American Accent
Original fiction. Characters and events are invented.
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Stories
No, no, please don’t stop in the tunnel, please don’t stop in the tunnel…
Damn it…
I hate when this happens.
Thank god I’m not actually claustrophobic, but… yeah.
I mean, I’m sure no one on this crowded train thinks being stopped underground is fun.
Whatever.
I’ll just play a game or something… distract myself from thinking about running out of oxygen and getting stuck in here forever…
And, no service.
Right, because… tunnel.
Well, at least we’re all stuck here together.
I’m definitely going to be late, though.
I hope Shelby doesn’t mind sitting at the bar alone for a little while.
There must be something going on at the next stop.
Probably why the train next to us is stopped, too.
I look out of the window next to me and watch the other exasperated riders on the train beside ours.
Men in suits staring at their phones.
An older woman sitting with her eyes shut, completely zen about the fact that we’re not moving and haven’t been for multiple minutes now.
All the usual suspects.
Ooh, but… who are you?
Mm, okay cute subway guy.
You are very successfully distracting me from thinking about this tunnel…
You’re very engrossed in your book it looks like.
Like have you even realized that your train is stopped?
What are you reading…?
Octavia Butler, very nice.
So, you’re hot, well-read, and you clearly know how to dress yourself, unlike most men my age in this city.
Why could I not have run into you at th—oh, oh, you totally just caught me staring.
Okay, just going to look away… look anywhere else…
Awkward.
But, at least I’m on this train and you’re on that one.
Maybe… one last look won’t hurt…
You’re fully staring back at me.
And… smirking.
Yeah, okay, you caught me.
And… I guess there’s no harm in smiling back.
Not going to lie, this is starting to feel a little bit like a rom-com…
Oh—
Oh—oh—noooo…
Damn.
Lost him.
And never gonna see him again.
Well, it was good while it lasted.
Definitely better than my last two relationships.
“Hey!”
“Excuse me…
excuse me…”
“Finally.
I was about to send out a search party for you.”
“Sorry, train got delayed underground, blah blah blah.
I’m here now and I need a—oh!”
“Tequila soda, extra lime.”
“Oh my god, it’s like you’re in my brain, I love you so much.”
“I didn’t want you to miss happy hour, so I got two.”
“Thank you.”
“So, you heard about Rachel right?
She’s finally making the big move to the east coast.
I can’t believe she just dropped that on Instagram.
Like, could you not have sent a heads-up text first?
I had to find out from Instagram?
And, look, I get it.
We’re broken up, 100%, but I just feel like if it were me, I would definitely let her know I was going to be moving across the country, right?
I just don’t understand why we can’t still be, you know, friendly.
Tell each other what’s going on in our lives, friend stuff.”
I’m truly trying to stay focused on this conversation, but… why can’t I stop thinking about cute subway guy?
That little smile he gave me right before the train started going again…
Like, I’m still thinking about this person I saw for all of ten seconds.
And, like, why can’t I find someone like that for real?
Maybe I just need to try harder, actually talk to people and stop waiting for some perfect guy I’ve made up in my head to come to me.
I mean, there’s a solid amount of hot guys here tonight.
There’s gotta be someone I can vibe with, even for just a one-night thing.
Okay, that’s going to be my goal.
Talk to one.
Just one…
So… let’s see, who do we have…?
No.
Oh my god, no.
Is that…?
It’s you.
“So, yeah, that’s been a shitshow.
Anyway… what’s up with you?
Hey.
Um, hey, you still with me?”
“What?
Oh, yeah, sorry.
I’m sorry, I swear I was listening, I just…
that guy.”
“What guy?”
“Over there at the jukebox—no, no, no don’t look, don’t look!”
“Relax, I’m stealthy.
Mmm, very nice.
He’s cute.
So, who is he and why’s he got you all wound up?”
“He…
I don’t actually know him.”
“Uh-huh…”
“I saw him on the train.
And we kind of flirted.
Sort of.”
“Okay, I need another look.
Yeah, I’m getting a ‘my-girl-always-passion-first’ vibe.”
“It’s the beard… and those boots.
Oh, and he was reading when I saw him.”
“Okay, yeah, that’s beyond hot.
So… go talk to him.”
“No, no, no, I want to hang with you.”
“Please, I know how thirsty you’ve been.
Plus, I see you all the time.”
“Okay, ouch.
But fair, yeah, that’s true.”
“Go, I’ll be here.”
“Seriously? You’re the best.”
“I know I am.”
I slide out of my seat and head in your direction.
You’re engrossed in cycling through the pages of the jukebox.
Your eyes are darting back and forth between each sleeve of CDs like you’re looking for something particular that you can’t find.
It’s usually pretty easy for me to talk to people.
I’m the extrovert of our friend group, the one who always gets nominated too.
But you… you’re making me feel… fluttery.
I stand just slightly behind you, looking over your shoulder a little as you pause to read the track listing of a ’60s Disco compilation.
“Oh, I’m sorry—am I hogging the jukebox?”
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