Strangers on a Train
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I honestly thought that, after two years of commuting into the city for work, I'd experienced it all. Until that was, the afternoon of the points failure. Now that was an afternoon that will live long in the memory.
Sorry, I'm getting a little ahead of myself, let me back track a little. I'd been traveling on the train to work for quite some time. You get to see the same faces day in, day out, but you never speak, never acknowledge that each other exists. It just isn't done. The same train in, the same train out. Hoards of people being shuffled around like so much cattle, herded here and there. It's a little brain numbing to be honest, but the pay in the city is so much better that you just put up with it. So as you can imagine it's quite an occasion, sad as that may seem, when someone new appears on the platform at the same time for a few days, especially when she's hot!
I'd seen her for a few days in a row, the sign of a new commuter, getting on the train a door down from my usual spot. Being an inquisitive sort I wanted to get a closer look, so the next day I edged a little further down the platform to the next door, and slipped on behind her. I guessed she was in her late twenties or early thirties. She had a firm, fit body with curves in all the right places. She was smartly yet sexily dressed, shoulder length dark hair with a slight wave to it, large expressive deep brown eyes and a winning smile. Yeah I admit, I was smitten from the off! The only draw back was the ring of gold on her finger, but then I'm not sure my wife would have understood to be fair.
It was a warm June day and work had been difficult to say the least, a long afternoon of frustrating meetings, the kind where everyone has an opinion and no-one can agree on anything. When I left the meeting room and someone mentioned that there were problems on my train line I sighed heavily, Fucking typical! I cleared it with my boss, grabbed my bag and left a little earlier than usual.
I hopped on a bus to the station and arrived to find an over-stuffed concourse. I looked up at the departure board and saw that there was a train set to leave in two minutes, and its first stop was my station. I gripped my bag tightly and ran for the platform, bundling past lots of bemused and confused tourists. I could see the train before me, and it looked busy. I tried to get on at the first door, but there was no room. I stepped back and looked along the length of the train, and there she was, walking along right up at the front. She had a white vest top on and a short green tartan skirt. I knew I had to get on that train, and I had to get on at that door. Just then the whistle blew, the one-minute warning! I ran faster than ever, the sweat beading my brow as I sped along the overstuffed train, I was getting close when the little squeaky door warning sounded, as the doors began to glide closed I forced my way inside, face to face into the object of my desires.
The train lurched into movement as we stumbled for balance, but being so well packed in it wasn't much of a problem. What was a problem, for me at least, was that I had her delightfully fit body pressed hard against mine. She turned her wide brown eyes up at me and smiled sweetly.
"Sorry," I stammered.
"That's ok," she smiled. "It is a little cosy in here isn't it?"
I smiled back. I was trying to control my breathing after the frantic run along the platform, but with it being so crammed and quite a warm day I was taking a while to catch my breath. Not such a problem you're thinking? The trouble was every time I breathed deeply my chest would push out and brush against her proudly prominent and very nice looking breasts. We tried not looking at each other in a very British way of behaving, but there really wasn't much choice. I blushed a little and saw my colouring reflected in her own cheeks.
The train rocked gently back and forth as it wound it's way out of the station. I can only assume it was the motion of her breasts rubbing repeatedly across my heaving chest, but I could feel her nipples as they stiffened. I dared a glance down and there was no mistaking the proud buds as they stood out. It was only then that I noticed that her own breathing was getting a little deeper, and she hadn't had to run for the train. Was she getting turned on?
I'm ashamed to say that the very thought of this attractive woman getting turned on by being pressed up tight to me had exactly the same effect on me. I could feel my cock start to swell, and it started to press hard against the front of my suit trousers. It was then that a particularly violent lurch of the train sent us falling into each other a little more than usual and I'm sure I heard a soft gasp escape her as my full hard on pressed against her.
I didn't know whether to be mortally embarrassed or hugely excited, when suddenly I felt a hand take a firm grip of my trouser clad cock and give it a hard squeeze. This of course didn't help matters. I looked into the eyes of my cosy companion and saw the half smile and glint in her eye as she once again squeezed me.
I swallowed hard, trying not to let on to my fellow passengers what was happening as she started to stroke me slowly through the thin summer suit material, her breasts now crushed tight to my chest, her nipples all but boring a hole in my shirt. I let my right hand edge across and placed it on her hip, just below the waistline of the short tartan skirt. She moved a little pressing her hip against my hand, which I took to be a positive sign before I slowly edged that hand around to the front and eased it down slowly. I felt her legs part a little, allowing my firm hand to run across the front of her skirt.
Once more I thought I caught the faintest hint of a gasp as I slowly gathered up the tartan material. All the while her slender hand worked my straining shaft. Before long I'd managed to ease up the front of her skirt and I felt the soft silky, and I'm very pleased to say, wetness of her panties. She pushed her hips forward wanting more, and who was I to refuse such an eager request. She looked up at me and our eyes locked as I slipped my hand into the waist band of her panties and slowly slipped it down, through the soft downy hair and onto her warm, wet lips.
I couldn't quite believe what was happening, I glanced around quickly to see if anyone had any idea of what was happening over by the train door, but they were all oblivious, lost in their own little meaningless worlds while I had my straining cock stroked and I slipped a finger into this delicious stranger's pussy. This was the stuff of wet dreams.
The train picked up speed, the rocking motion providing all the movement needed as she expertly massaged my cock, taking me to the very edge of cumming before easing off, keeping my on the very edge. All the while my fingers teased and pleased her cunt, her juices flowing freely. I worked a second finger inside her and let my thumb run over her proud little clit and as I did so I felt her shudder with pleasure. Long delightful minutes passed.
We were both lost in each other and it was only at the very last minute that we realised the train was slowing down and pulling into our station. The train slowed to a stop and the door slid open. I staggered backwards onto the platform and just caught the merest glance of her pussy as she quickly brushed the front of her skirt back down. Respectability restored.
The crowd surged forward and vast numbers of people bundled past us. We'd only gone a few steps when I remembered I'd not picked up my bag. I edged my way back just as the door was closing and grabbed it quick. Relieved, I turned but she was gone, lost in the crowd. I tried to find her but it was useless, but the time I'd gotten through the ticket barrier she was nowhere to be seen.
I stood outside the station for a minute or two to compose myself. That had been a train journey like no other. I smiled and brought my right hand up to my face. I breathed in the sweet scent of another woman's pussy and slipped the two fingers into my mouth. Well it would be shame to waste it.
I walked slowly home. For once in my life I was actually looking forward to getting on the train the next day.
Sorry, I'm getting a little ahead of myself, let me back track a little. I'd been traveling on the train to work for quite some time. You get to see the same faces day in, day out, but you never speak, never acknowledge that each other exists. It just isn't done. The same train in, the same train out. Hoards of people being shuffled around like so much cattle, herded here and there. It's a little brain numbing to be honest, but the pay in the city is so much better that you just put up with it. So as you can imagine it's quite an occasion, sad as that may seem, when someone new appears on the platform at the same time for a few days, especially when she's hot!
I'd seen her for a few days in a row, the sign of a new commuter, getting on the train a door down from my usual spot. Being an inquisitive sort I wanted to get a closer look, so the next day I edged a little further down the platform to the next door, and slipped on behind her. I guessed she was in her late twenties or early thirties. She had a firm, fit body with curves in all the right places. She was smartly yet sexily dressed, shoulder length dark hair with a slight wave to it, large expressive deep brown eyes and a winning smile. Yeah I admit, I was smitten from the off! The only draw back was the ring of gold on her finger, but then I'm not sure my wife would have understood to be fair.
It was a warm June day and work had been difficult to say the least, a long afternoon of frustrating meetings, the kind where everyone has an opinion and no-one can agree on anything. When I left the meeting room and someone mentioned that there were problems on my train line I sighed heavily, Fucking typical! I cleared it with my boss, grabbed my bag and left a little earlier than usual.
I hopped on a bus to the station and arrived to find an over-stuffed concourse. I looked up at the departure board and saw that there was a train set to leave in two minutes, and its first stop was my station. I gripped my bag tightly and ran for the platform, bundling past lots of bemused and confused tourists. I could see the train before me, and it looked busy. I tried to get on at the first door, but there was no room. I stepped back and looked along the length of the train, and there she was, walking along right up at the front. She had a white vest top on and a short green tartan skirt. I knew I had to get on that train, and I had to get on at that door. Just then the whistle blew, the one-minute warning! I ran faster than ever, the sweat beading my brow as I sped along the overstuffed train, I was getting close when the little squeaky door warning sounded, as the doors began to glide closed I forced my way inside, face to face into the object of my desires.
The train lurched into movement as we stumbled for balance, but being so well packed in it wasn't much of a problem. What was a problem, for me at least, was that I had her delightfully fit body pressed hard against mine. She turned her wide brown eyes up at me and smiled sweetly.
"Sorry," I stammered.
"That's ok," she smiled. "It is a little cosy in here isn't it?"
I smiled back. I was trying to control my breathing after the frantic run along the platform, but with it being so crammed and quite a warm day I was taking a while to catch my breath. Not such a problem you're thinking? The trouble was every time I breathed deeply my chest would push out and brush against her proudly prominent and very nice looking breasts. We tried not looking at each other in a very British way of behaving, but there really wasn't much choice. I blushed a little and saw my colouring reflected in her own cheeks.
The train rocked gently back and forth as it wound it's way out of the station. I can only assume it was the motion of her breasts rubbing repeatedly across my heaving chest, but I could feel her nipples as they stiffened. I dared a glance down and there was no mistaking the proud buds as they stood out. It was only then that I noticed that her own breathing was getting a little deeper, and she hadn't had to run for the train. Was she getting turned on?
I'm ashamed to say that the very thought of this attractive woman getting turned on by being pressed up tight to me had exactly the same effect on me. I could feel my cock start to swell, and it started to press hard against the front of my suit trousers. It was then that a particularly violent lurch of the train sent us falling into each other a little more than usual and I'm sure I heard a soft gasp escape her as my full hard on pressed against her.
I didn't know whether to be mortally embarrassed or hugely excited, when suddenly I felt a hand take a firm grip of my trouser clad cock and give it a hard squeeze. This of course didn't help matters. I looked into the eyes of my cosy companion and saw the half smile and glint in her eye as she once again squeezed me.
I swallowed hard, trying not to let on to my fellow passengers what was happening as she started to stroke me slowly through the thin summer suit material, her breasts now crushed tight to my chest, her nipples all but boring a hole in my shirt. I let my right hand edge across and placed it on her hip, just below the waistline of the short tartan skirt. She moved a little pressing her hip against my hand, which I took to be a positive sign before I slowly edged that hand around to the front and eased it down slowly. I felt her legs part a little, allowing my firm hand to run across the front of her skirt.
Once more I thought I caught the faintest hint of a gasp as I slowly gathered up the tartan material. All the while her slender hand worked my straining shaft. Before long I'd managed to ease up the front of her skirt and I felt the soft silky, and I'm very pleased to say, wetness of her panties. She pushed her hips forward wanting more, and who was I to refuse such an eager request. She looked up at me and our eyes locked as I slipped my hand into the waist band of her panties and slowly slipped it down, through the soft downy hair and onto her warm, wet lips.
I couldn't quite believe what was happening, I glanced around quickly to see if anyone had any idea of what was happening over by the train door, but they were all oblivious, lost in their own little meaningless worlds while I had my straining cock stroked and I slipped a finger into this delicious stranger's pussy. This was the stuff of wet dreams.
The train picked up speed, the rocking motion providing all the movement needed as she expertly massaged my cock, taking me to the very edge of cumming before easing off, keeping my on the very edge. All the while my fingers teased and pleased her cunt, her juices flowing freely. I worked a second finger inside her and let my thumb run over her proud little clit and as I did so I felt her shudder with pleasure. Long delightful minutes passed.
We were both lost in each other and it was only at the very last minute that we realised the train was slowing down and pulling into our station. The train slowed to a stop and the door slid open. I staggered backwards onto the platform and just caught the merest glance of her pussy as she quickly brushed the front of her skirt back down. Respectability restored.
The crowd surged forward and vast numbers of people bundled past us. We'd only gone a few steps when I remembered I'd not picked up my bag. I edged my way back just as the door was closing and grabbed it quick. Relieved, I turned but she was gone, lost in the crowd. I tried to find her but it was useless, but the time I'd gotten through the ticket barrier she was nowhere to be seen.
I stood outside the station for a minute or two to compose myself. That had been a train journey like no other. I smiled and brought my right hand up to my face. I breathed in the sweet scent of another woman's pussy and slipped the two fingers into my mouth. Well it would be shame to waste it.
I walked slowly home. For once in my life I was actually looking forward to getting on the train the next day.
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