A Chance Farty Encounter

It was like any other Tuesday as he entered the train and sat down. She was there again, since Friday of last week. A pretty Latin thing with bright eyes, strong pursed lips, and an eye for fashion that only a Latina could have. She met his eyes and then shyly looked at her mp3 player as he sat down in front of her. She always wore skirts, tight on and up her ample ass...he knew this because he made it a point to follow her up the stairs when they got off the train. He liked watching her fat ass wag in the skirt, her legs moving in these farty opaque pantyhose that she wore. He couldn't help it, imagining what it would be like to smell her, her most private hot dark places. He pictured her bent over in an office somewhere, as he worked her skirt up, bent close and smelled her asshole through her hose and panties, pictured the sound of her laying this ....

His revelry was broken by the unmistakable sound of a wicked fart. He knew they were the only ones in this end of the car, and he turned to look at her. When she finally noticed him staring at her, she took her headphones off of one ear with an expectant question.."Yes..?"

HE tried not to be drawn in by her huge green eyes and soft yet tough face. Her voice had a nice deep tone but still very womanly. The scent of her fart just caught him now, a deep smell, almost of shit. He decided to be rude and see where it would get him...

" You know, you CAN say excuse me...."

She replied now, a bit agitated with one eyebrow raised.

"I'm SORRY....What'd you say?"

He pressed the bitchy angle, hoping for an embarrassment and seeing where it would go. Man, he thought, it's going to suck to not ride with her anymore...

"You just farted, Honey....you can at least say excuse me..."

She flushed red now (A good sign), but responded angrier now..

"What the fuck are you talking about?!....I didn't far....you're crazy..."

Now he went for it, seeking to press the advantage by changing tactics.

He leaned in to her, as she turned more red by the minute..

"Look, my iPod's off...I heard you leave a fart. And that's OK...." He gestured around the rapidly filling car as the people approached their end. " But I'm not going to let you take the rap for it, even though it stinks. Again, you cover for girls, I guess. But most girls who find a guy that would smell their ass? They don't give attitude...they say thanks. Whatever..." he said, turning around and dismissing her. "Have a good day, Hon.."

She was stunned. Her face still a deep red, and now her body beginning to respond sexually to it all, she reached out to tap his shoulder.

He almost exploded inside, then slowly turned to face her. "Yes?" he asked her impatiently.

She was apologetic to the extreme, but smiling with the shyness of a bad girl caught doing something. "Look, I DID fart....I was embarrassed, OK?..." she sought his face for understanding.

She put out a white gloved hand. "I'm Michelle...we got off on the wrong foot.....friends?" she asked.

He took her hand. "I'm Joe" he said. "It's nice to meet you."

She sought his eyes. "Listen, this is going to sound weird....what did you mean when you said you smelled a girl's ass?"

He smiled, looking down. "Do you REALLY want to know?" he asked shyly.

"Yes" she replied enthusiastically, smiling now.

He rose half, beckoning to the seat next to her, "Do you mind if I join you...it's awkward talking backwards.." he laughed.

"Oh, please do" she said, scooting herself up against the window side. He couldn't help but notice that she was skirted again today, a nice gray number with thick white hose again on her fatty thighs and nice mid-calf gray boots. He wondered about putting his head up her skirt with his face in her ass-crack.

He now sought her eyes, "I have a fetish...I guess.." he said his voice trailing off as he wordlessly stared at her face. They were both mystified by each other at this point.

She stared at him wide-eyed and a bit incredulously, "Lemme get this straight....you'd smell my ass...my farts?" she said quietly.

He just smiled wide and asked her "Why, do you have to fart right now?.....Then go ahead..."

She was astounded, but her pussy was hotter than it had ever been. Still, she pressed him. "WHAT? Lay a fart right now, right HERE??"

"Fuck these people," he responded a bit angrily, "I think you're beautiful and your farts stink. You have no idea how hard my cock is right now..."

Then she hit him like a bomb...it was HER turn to shock. "Well, maybe I want to smell YOUR farts..." she got out with that bad girl grin again.

Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad day, he thought...