0 comments/ 13798 views/ 1 favorites Jenny's Demise By: anonsipen Jenny My name is Jenny. I am an IT manager for a small company. I live alone - which I'm happy with. I've only slept with two men before, both I was engaged to, both more for them than myself - which I'm happy with, I think… Palo It was hot outside, the countryside flicked passed, the blurred golden yellows and lush greens of farmyards disappeared into the distance as the train sped by. The meeting had gone reasonably well, there was a certain amount of infighting and resentment from the resident Techies, but nothing she wasn't used to, and the team answered the questions posed well. Her laptop sat on the table in front of her, open and displaying the Gant chart she was preparing - moving timelines around trying to minimise the evident project over-run that had already begun to set in. She sat alone. Her team had travelled by car, but she preferred the train, it was more leisurely and she could get a little more work done before going to the buffet for a G&T, or a whiskey (if she were in the mood). First class as always was a near vacuum of people, the carriage only contained two others. She felt a slight pressure in her back as the trained slowed for the next station. A man appeared beside her, his suit looked creased - he looked creased, as if he had been scrunched up and then done his best to straighten himself out. Her light grey suit was a neatly folded shrine to the iron, her jacket closed to the top button, her skirt pulled to her knees. Even now, with the table before her she was conscious not to be exposed. Her white shirt stifled her neck, but it was important to look a certain way in her job - professional. "Do you mind if I sit here?" a slightly French accented voice enquired. "Well," She looked up beyond the loosely attached shirt to a rugged unshaven face, "there are other seats." "I didn't think you would mind." He sat opposite her ignoring the answer. He smiled at her and examined her face, her skin was smooth and slightly tanned. Fine lips pursed under a small delicate nose leading to her green eyes, above which red/auburn hair cascaded back down to meet her shoulders, dusting them lightly. She shut her machine down and closed her laptop with a loud click. The force made her ample chest wobble ever so slightly, just visible between the lapels of her jacket. "Do you have to stare?" She said abruptly. "Ah, I am sorry. It's been a long time since I gazed upon such a beautiful woman." He wants to get me into bed she thought, but try as she might to stop it, she blushed and - just a little - felt flattered at the strangers charm. "But where are my manners," He drawled, " my name is Palo." "Hello." She replied curtly pulling a book from her over-night bag. He raised his eyebrows in false surprise and sat back in his chair placing his hands behind his head and turned to look out the window. She looked up from time to time examining him. Early thirties she thought, dishevelled, but wearing an expensive suit, he doesn't look like a business man. The gap in his shirt caught her eye, the furrow of muscle tentatively displayed itself to her when suddenly he flipped forward hands outstretched on the table. She jumped back suddenly shocked, he ignored he reaction. "You want a drink? I want a drink, let me get you a drink, after all you have given me a seat." She looked around at the other empty seats. At least he'll be gone for a while, there are always queues on trains running in the early evening. "Yes, okay…a G&T please." "So polite." He smiled, "I shall return soon with your drink." He stood and did a grandiose bow. Alone again with her book, she thought about the stranger. He was comfortable, confident and sexy, not at all like her. He was also over-bearing and annoying, but charming at the same time and now he was gone. She looked up and down the carriage and quickly bounced on the seat rolling her skirt up a little. She scratched around the tops of her stockings. The elastic had folded and the lace top made her thigh itch. She didn't like tights, she found them too restrictive, and as for garter belts - somehow she always managed to twist them. So these elasticated go-betweens were fine, no fuss in the loo and quick to put on, well quicker than a garter. She smoothed the shear white stocking and pulled the elastic into a more comfortable position. "My mother always warned me about the prim ones." God he was back already and looking straight up my skirt. "I don't know what you mean. I was merely adjusting my stocking." She pulled her skirt down with a quick bounce and tug. He turned his head sideways filing away the view of her long lithe legs for later recall. "Your G&T." He said handing her the drink as he swung around in to his seat. "Thank you." She said taking it waiting for the redness of her face to dissipate. "Do you go far?" "I'm sorry!?" She said startled by his forward manner. "Haha, you have a very dirty mind for one so prim. I meant how far are you to travel, where do you go?" He took his watch off and placed it before him on the table, then proceeded to rub his wrist where it had been pinching the skin. The light glinted in time to the sound of the rails low rumble as the train passed from section to section, she couldn't help but stare at the distracting light. "Oh." She sipped her drink wonder whether to lie or not. He smiled offering a hand and in soft tones said "My name is Palo, but I have already told you that..." "My name is Jenny." She took the hand tentatively only to have her own shaken and discarded quickly. The conversation ebbed and flowed. Palo was a project manager himself, for an anglo-french engineering company, he was keen to discuss the differences in their fields. Eventually cards were swapped and Jenny's opinion of Palo changed. True he was probably a charming womaniser, but he was also intelligent and ruggedly attractive. Her thoughts kept coming back to his physique, thoughts she quickly discarded. She found herself feeling drowsy. It must have been a combination of the long day, the whisky and the gentle rumble of the train. The light from Palo's watch continued to flick pleasantly in her eyes. "What do you think about sex?" She was mildly shocked, where had that come from? They were talking about project over-runs, sex!? "I'm not that sort of woman." Her voice sounded slurred and slow, she was feeling tired and annoyed with this turn of conversation. "Haha, again you misinterpret me. I wonder why?" He said slyly; "No I mean, what do you believe about the subject of sex." "I'm not sure I want to discuss that with you." "Well, I'll tell you what I think." He folded his arms on the table to support himself, his constant fidgeting seemed to match his mood or exemplify what he was saying. "Look, I don't feel comfortable talking about that sort of thing." "Thing!?" He sat back flapping his arms. "Sex." She said sheepishly. "See! You can say the word." He smiled, "I like it." He said with relish leaning forward again, "I like all flavours of it too." There was no misinterpretation this time; Jenny understood the implication. She found herself blushing again. "Have you ever thought of being with another woman?" "What!?" Yes said her mind, "No!" came her stunted reply. "I think there is a tiger in you, an animal wanting to get out. Why else would you mis-understand me in such ways?" "It's the accent and the way you talk I guess." She said trying logic. "Of course!" He smiled back. Palo continued to talk, but Jenny felt tired and although some part of her was listening - nodding at the right times - she allowed herself to drift off. Jenny felt pressure against her back and Palo leaned forward slightly as the train slowed. Palo scooped up his watch and slid it into his pocket. Jenny sat upright abruptly she had been slouching. The unexpected arrival at the station brought her back to full consciousness. She had travelled the route several times and this time it seemed to go quicker, but she was thankful that she wasn't too tired to stop fielding Palo's questions. A little sense of victory washed over her, even though she couldn't remember much of the conversation. "I must leave you now. You have my card, call me. Maybe we can do something together - business I mean, just to be clear." He winked. She watched as the smiling French man walked down the carriage, her eyes drawn to the bottom of his jacket where the material of his trousers rested on his bum. She shook her head and picked up her book. Palo stood on the platform waving at her as the train left. She couldn't help rewarding him with a smile. Dream : 1 Week Jenny sat on the bed the headrest cushioning her back. Her stockinged legs spread before her, one knee bent covering the other sending her foot out at an angle. The white lace at the top of the stockings was a contrast to her all over tan. Her thigh formed a small break in the white of her underwear, reaching only to her thin V-Shaped knickers, simple, and ever so slightly see-through - a promise of things to come. The tan ran across her thin waist and stomach up to a bra made of the same material as her knickers which was topped with a thin line of lace - a hint of nipple pushing through each cup. She ran an ice cube across her chest sending trails of cold melt down toward the bra. The trails were watched intently by a man at the bottom of the bed. He watched as they ran in to the lace, turning it slightly grey as the moisture spread. Jenny moaned softy closing her eyes and moved her leg so the line of her lower lips pressed against the thin material of her panties came into view. The bed undulated as the man pressed his knees onto the bottom of the bed. Jenny watched as he crawled to her, his muscular torso shadowed by the two lamps at the top of the bed, his face hidden from her gaze. He ran his own ice cube up her leg, the sudden cold caused her to jerk her leg open further. He persevered, running a cold trail of melt up her thigh toward her middle. A change of direction took the ice over the top of her thigh and onto her belly button. With a quick swipe of her hand, the ice was dispatched. Placing her hands on the headrest she pushed herself down the bed and under him, a seductive smile crossing her face. Her hands explored the tight skin of her suitor, the ripple of muscle played under her fingers. His body was just above hers. Held aloft by his strong arms and legs. She could feel his excitement angled toward her, resting against a stockinged thigh. She moaned again. He moved back down the bed, his hands running along the side of her body as he brought his weight up and sat on his feet between her welcoming legs. He pulled at her knickers and she assisted by pushing her hips out toward him. When they reached her knees he simply lifted her feet into the air before him and pulled the under-garment over them. He let her legs drop down either side of him. She could see his erection for the first time - a perfect size, not too big and not too small, it held a very exciting rigidity, angling itself upward and out from his body. It's shadow rippled over his six pack. He fell onto her, quickly and gently. Moving to her neck he kissed her lovingly, running the tip of his tongue around her sensitive ears. It tickled, causing a gentle build-up of tension within her gut. She pushed out with her hips meeting his suspended erection and pressed it into his stomach. She moaned at the contact and repeated her movement several times as he teased her ear. He grasped her hands and held them above her head. It startled her at first, but the sensation of control - his control - excited her. She looked into the shadowed face and was met by intense eyes. Before she could focus more closely she felt his weight concentrated on one part of her body. He entered her grunting slightly as she pushed back with her hips, pressing up to him until they were fully coupled. The pace was slow, careful, his pelvic bone rubbed against hers, her clit growing engorged with blood and increasing in sensitivity at the constant pressure. His long strokes were rewarded with a grunt escaping from her lips. All the time he held her hands kissing her neck, his pace increasing with her excitement. She felt it grow, an urgency, a requirement backed by her whimpering moans. She wriggled underneath him, every pelvic touch causing her to shudder, another and another, then one final thrust, and one final contact. She felt herself shaking beneath him, his body pressed into hers, her feminine squeal escaping through tight lips. Her eyes closed as a smile grew across her face. When she opened her eyes the room was dark and empty. She rolled over in the bed and turned on a bedside lamp. The room was filled with light. Her bedroom surrounded her, looking as it always had. She was utterly alone in the house - in the bed. She ran her hand under the covers over the flannel pyjamas between her legs. The material was damp, the slight pressure of her hand caused an involuntary gasp and shudder from her guilty body. Another dream then, she thought. Ann Summers : 1 Month Shopping was a chore, always had been, and always would be. Most of Jenny's female friends would take hours picking this little thing - trying on that. Looking for the right top to go with the skirt they bought the week before and found nothing to go with it. Not for Jenny. No she had the whole clothes thing sorted years ago - shades. Bland, business like, austere. Precisely the image she wanted to portray. Even now on the weekend she wore long black trousers sensibly cut, a little too tight around her bum for her liking. So she wore a grey pullover pulled down to cover her bottom, saving it from unwanted stares. She found it easier that way. When she went into shops most shop-assistance didn't even register her, and those that did were quickly dispatched. She chose her clothes and wasn't particularly interested in other people's opinions. Five minutes before she had been looking at jewellery, so when she found herself looking into the front window of an Ann Summers she felt a little bewildered. She had gone into the jewellers to have some links added to her watch, and remembered looking at some cut crystal goblets on a rotating display. The colours seemed to dance within the glasses themselves. She found it mesmerising. She vaguely remembered paying for the watch and walking out, now she was here, walking into an Ann Summers. She stood in front of a wall arrayed with dildos in pressure sealed packets and fluffy handcuffs. Next to her was the body section of a curvy female adorned with a set of crotch-less under garments. She looked at the arrayed items in wonderment. Her experience of men was limited, but most of the items seemed to have the basic shape, a few however had an extra appendage - a strange two pronged structure. "Can I help you?" A younger woman stood beside her. "Erm…" She looked around taking in her surroundings, eyeing the other women and the odd sheepish looking man. She felt something in her hand. A thick dildo with a two-pronged appendage stared back at her. She felt herself blush. The woman smiled reassuringly, "Would you like to know how to use that?" "Isn't it obvious?" Jenny smiled trying to relax. "Some women don't know. Some have never used one before. Take this model," She gestured to the item in Jenny's sweating hands, " some women don't know what that is for." Jenny looked at the strange appendage. "Oh, well… some women have lead sheltered lives." Jenny bluffed. "You don't know what it's for do you?" Jenny looked down at the item, "…no." The shop assistant explained and something fired inside Jenny. She found herself walking out of the shop with her first dildo. Susan : 4 Months Jenny looked at herself in the mirror. She looked a little tired. She had had three dreams that night, and each ended with a release of pent up tension. She wasn't sure what was happening to her, if she was loosing her mind under the daily grind of work, or what. So she decided, as she looked at her face in the mirror applying her lipstick, she would talk to Susan, her best friend. Maybe other women had similar experiences at her age. Maybe Susan was … having dreams as well. She put her lipstick down and stood picking up her jacket. She noted the top two buttons of her shirt were open as she appraised herself in the full-length mirror facing the bed. She tugged the jacket straight and left the buttons as they were, then left the house for work. That evening she met Susan at a trendy bar in town. It wasn't the sort of place Jenny usually went to, except on company celebrations, but it was the kind of place Susan seemed to be at home in. She sat opposite Jenny at a table in full view of the bar. It was early and the place was pretty empty, the quiet time between the businessmen with their wind down drink and the evening throng of younger people and couples. "So these dreams." Susan said leaning forward and showing more cleavage than Jenny felt comfortable looking at. Susan was a petite blonde, shorter than Jenny with probably the largest and most exposed breasts amongst her friends. But she had a kind heart, which she seemed to share at the drop of a hat with almost anyone. Susan's love life was tumultuous, they were almost complete opposites, but also complementary and had known each other since primary school. Susan folded her dark tan legs brining an unwanted number of stares in their direction from the remaining businessmen and bar staff - except for one waitress who huffed haughtily and walked off to the other end of the bar. "Yes." Jenny said plainly turning the shot glass in her hand, "I've been having very…" "Yes," A hand reached out and stopped Jenny's nervous rotation of the glass. "You can tell me." "They've been very erotic. I get … very excited." Jenny looked down into her glass. "You get excited? You mean you've been having wet dreams!" Her loud voice gained a few stares and a red blush broke out across Jenny's face. "Shhh! This is hard to talk about. Do you get…wet dreams?" "Occasionally. They're perfectly normal you know. Healthy in women our age I'd say." She winked. "I've never really had any. Not this extreme." "Extreme. You mean you come?" The glass began rotating in Jenny's hand again, "Yes." "Wow! I've come close. Usually I just play with myself when I wake up. Turned a few boyfriends on in the past doing that." Another wink. Susan could always be relied upon to be candid. It was refreshing for Jenny. Most of the circles she moved in these days wouldn't talk about such things, even though she knew they were at it like rabbits. "How many dreams? It can't be just one or two, otherwise you wouldn't be here now." "Last night I had three." "THREE!" - more stares from the bar. "SHHH!" "Go on, tell me one." "I can't really remember them." "Go on, " Susan coaxed, "I won't think you're a pervert or anything." Jenny dredged her memory. Of the three she had last night only the last really stuck in her mind because it was so odd. She recounted it to Susan. There was a man and a woman. They lay on either side of her, touching her in her most intimate places. Fingers from both of them penetrated her urgently sliding passed each other inside her. Kisses were being given and received from both sides. Then a shift in position, the woman went down her body between her legs, while the man knelt in front of her, offering himself to her. In her dream she was unsure at first, having never taken a man in this way, but the woman had begun to work her magic down below. The woman's tongue flicked at her clitoris, gently at first, but with mounting savagery. In her excitement she didn't notice the man press forward, her moment of choice resolved for her as he pushed into her mouth. And, while the woman built up Jenny's orgasm she built up the mans. Jenny's Demise "I woke when we came." Jenny completed. Susan seemed to be breathing hard and shallow, she lifted her pint and took a large gulp. Jenny became aware that Susan's position had changed. She was sat further back, the shadow of her chest encased in it's tight top was diminished over her exposed stomach. The little jewel planted in Susan's belly button caught her eye reminding her of something, a train journey, the odd French man she had met, but she didn't know why. "Phew! When you say 'we' you meant all of you?" Susan enquired. "I don't know about the woman. But I remember his… member jerking in my throat." "Throat!? My you have a wild and vivid imagination." Susan went to stand a reflex action sent Jenny's hand out to stop her. She felt vulnerable after her story telling. "Where are you going?" "Just to the toilet. I won't be long." She smiled. Ten minutes passed and Susan was still in the toilet. Jenny felt self-conscious; the bar was filling up with the evening crowd. Young men and women looked at her, sizing her up, but for different reasons. She stood and walked to the toilet passing the haughty barmaid as she went. It was nearly empty, the serious drinking still yet to start out in the bar. One woman stood at the large mirror fixing her make-up, she looked at Jenny in the mirror and chose to ignore her carrying on with her make-up. Jenny chose a cubicle next to the busy one figuring that Susan was still in there. She sat on the seat and allowed herself to pee. She listened to the noises around her, the quiet whirr of an extractor fan and the occasional squirting sound from the air-freshener. She concentrated on the sounds coming from the next cubicle, Jenny wondered if she had missed Susan. She heard the door slam as the woman at the mirror left. She listened as the echo faded to silence. Then she could make out breathing, low and shallow, a muffled groan startled Jenny and she pulled her head away from the cubicle wall in reflex. Slowly, cautiously Jenny stood pulling up her underwear. She put the seat down as quietly as she could. Her flat shoes made no noise as she stepped up onto the seat, planting her hands on the edge of the cubicle wall she looked over. Susan was rubbing herself between her legs, clamping her hand occasionally between her thighs. Her knickers pulled her legs together at the ankles forcing them in to a diamond shape. Susan looked up catching Jenny watching. Susan smiled and carried on, if anything Jenny's presence seemed to excite her more. Susan opened her legs wider and Jenny could see three of Susan's fingers sliding in and out of her wet vagina. Her other hand busied itself on her clit, thumb and forefinger twisting gently at the sensitive flesh. Jenny couldn't move, she was in shock, the view of her best friend openly masturbating, for her! A confusing feeling of excitement built in Jenny, as if one of her dreams was unfolding before her eyes. She found herself pulling up her skirt, running fingers over her already excited clit. The first touch sent a shiver thorough Jenny's body and she ungracefully lost her balance banging against the wall. Susan smiled up at her friend, a smile Jenny caught when she opened her eyes again. The two women watched each other's faces, their mutual moans growing. Locked in each others excitement the position they were in was lost in their desperately working hands seeking the release they both wanted. Susan was first, her legs closed quickly and she pushed down onto her fingers robbing Jenny of the view. She heard a gentle splash of water. Jenny looked enquiringly at Susan. "I'm a squirter." Susan said plainly kicking off her knickers. Susan stood on the rim of her seat bringing her level with Jenny's face. Smiling she kissed her. A gentle rapping sound started beyond the cubicle wall, it was Jenny's knuckles as she pulled in closer to Susan, her body trying to get through the wall. Jenny closed her eyes and let her tongue play with her friends, a dream she thought, just like a dream, the idea gave her comfort for her uncharacteristic behaviour. Suddenly she found Susan's fingers pressing into her mouth. "It's only me." Susan reassured. It was unlike anything she had tasted before. It wasn't unpleasant as she thought it would be. She suddenly realised she had never tasted a man, but now she was tasting a woman, and enjoying it. She sucked deeply on her friend's fingers drawing them in. "Hmmm, you like that." Susan purred. The rapping noise came louder and faster. Susan worked her fingers in rhythm to the sound, in and out of Jenny's mouth. When Jenny came she bit down lightly on Susan's fingers sending a moaning vibration through them. She opened her eyes to see a fascinated Susan looking back. Jenny moved her head back slipping her friends fingers out of her mouth. "I wondered what you two were up to." The loud voice belonged to the haughty waitress, Jenny blushed profusely when she saw her. "Who is it?" Susan whispered. "The waitress." Jenny whispered back. "Why are you whispering? Look, we get a couple like you nearly every week, and every time I tell them, 'Look, there's a bar down the road where you can do almost anything. But if my boss found you doing that here you'd be barred okay?'. So now you've heard my speech, maybe you should go, yeah?" The waitress cocked her head sideways, watched Jenny climb down and waited for the two women to emerge from the cubicles. They went to the sinks and washed, Jenny fixed her lipstick where Susan's fingers had worked away at it. She looked at Susan who just smiled back. "Now come on, out you go." They turned to leave, as soon as Susan had stepped through the door the waitress slapped Jenny's bottom, the sound echoed around the bathroom and it stung a little. "Maybe I'll see you in that bar later?" The waitress winked. Jenny blushed, the only reaction she could muster in response to a proposition from a woman. At least she knew what kind of bar it was. "Susan, I'm…" Jenny started to talk as they walked out of the bar. "… a little more liberated." Susan completed. Nothing more was said about the dreams or the event in the toilet. Instead the evening progressed with conversations about friends and old times, ending predictably with Susan being taken home by some young handsome chap. Leaving Jenny with a sense of confusion and slight excitement at what had happened. Revelation : 6 Months The project had over-run again, but finally the first phase testing was to begin. She been at a three day meeting to discuss schedules, milestones and the resources each group would need to supply. Finally a plan had been painfully pulled from all parties. The heated tempers hiding behind politeness had subsided and last night she allowed herself to get drunk with some of the others from the consortium. Something, which now embarrassed her, as the memories slowly, trickled back. She felt foolish, surrounded by drunken men she had allowed them to drop the façade they had kept up in front of the customer, and they had relaxed. She even stopped herself reminding them that she was there when they spoke lewdly about the waitress, who she had to admit was quite nice. And unfortunately that led her to agree with them. When she spoke they were stunned into silence. At the back of the group she had disappeared from their drunken consciousness. When they register what she had said, they laughed, suddenly at ease with her presence. She found she could even pass comments about some of the men in the bar, not that the men in her group would pass any comment of their own! She found saying goodbye at the front desk a little uncomfortable. The firm hand shakes and smiles had to be endured, but none of them passed comment, winked or acted in any other way than they had before they started drinking. As they day wore on the memories increased in their lewdness, thankfully - so far - she had just been passing comments and laughing. "Hello" A man stood next to her in the train carriage, she was sat in the outer seat with her bag filling the window seat and her laptop open before her. The French drawl belonged to Palo. "Hi!" She said smiling. Palo paused and looked down at her. He couldn't help but notice the white lace of her bra just visible between the lapels of her open shirt, her jacket was scrunched under her bag. "May I sit here?" He asked politely, this time caught in her gaze he waited for permission to sit. . "Sure, so long as you don't ask me about sex." That word, he thought, slipped out of her small mouth so easily, not like before. Her gait was more open, her shirt was more open! And her skirt was shorter, still professional looking, but giving a hint of something more. Her legs were folded revealing the band of lace that topped the stocking of the nearest leg to him. Grudgingly he moved away from the view and sat opposite her. "I will not talk about that, unless you want to." He smiled, and was pleasantly surprised to be met by a warm smile from Jenny. "So…how have you been keeping?" Quite well judging by his physique she thought. "Oh, so-so. You know how it is with projects, delays, minor triumphs, minor disasters, but we are doing okay." "I still have your card." "So do I. Even after you did not call for these six months." He reached into his pocket and pulled out her creased card. It looked as if it had been washed with the jacket at some point in the last six months. "If I remember rightly, I owe you a drink." Jenny leaned over and pulled her purse from her bag. "Bon, thank you." He raised an eyebrow. Definitely a different woman he thought. "What was it you had that time? I didn't pay you much attention then." Well, not in what you were doing she thought. "I think I'll have what you're having." He said politely. "Okay." She slid sideways along the chair uncrossing her legs and sending one slender limb out into the walkway. Palo couldn't help leaning with her and looking down as her skirt rode up allowing her leg to stretch out ready to support her weight. Then she was up, looking down at him leaning in his obvious position. She smiled, winked at him and walked off. It was then that he got a good view of her bottom, the tight grey cloth of her skirt stretched across her buttocks unblemished by any panty line. It set his mind wondering. The glass was placed on the table in front of him, the brown liquid sloshed around in the clear plastic cup. Jenny placed two empty miniatures on the table to one side and put her own glass down. Cautiously he lifted the glass to his nose and sniffed. His face grimaced. "Whiskey?" he enquired. She giggled, "Yes, you don't like whiskey?" "I was expecting, maybe brandy. No ice?" He rubbed his wrist where his watch had left a red indentation. "I prefer my whiskey…" Jenny stopped mid-sentence, frozen. Palo held his arm still, watching her, his thumb pressed under the latch of his watch. "Gen?" She snapped out of her daze. It was the first time he had spoken her name, his accent mutated the 'J' of her name into a 'G', the shortened familiarity wasn't unpleasant, in fact she liked it. "Sorry?" "You were saying about the whisky?" He finished taking his watch off and placed it on the table before him. The light glinted in her face. Things began to move around her in slow motion, memories came flooding back. A conversation from six months ago between Palo and herself began to run through her mind - a conversation she hadn't been aware of. A conversation about sex, all aspects of sex, from dildos to same sex partners. She even remembered explaining her nervousness about Ann Summers shops, but how she wanted to go into one. She had also let loose some of her secret fantasies, why hadn't she remembered any of it? "Hypnotised…" "Gen? What do you mean?" "You hypnotised me!" "Pardon? Je ne…I don't know what you mean." Jenny looked into his face, he looked boyish and a little worried, but honest. "You really don't do you…" "Non." She smiled, he looked vulnerable. She felt empowered, comfortable for the first time in…since she could remember. Now she knew why her behaviour had been so odd, why she was allowing her urges to control her more and more. She had poured her sexual heart out to this man, and unknown to him she had managed to hypnotise herself with the rhythmic sound of the train and the flashing of the reflected light from the watch face rocking on the train table six months ago. She looked over at her bag, somewhere in there was the dildo she had bought months before, on its' seventeenth set of batteries. She felt the urge grow as she thought about the phallic device, but she had other ideas. "It's okay Palo." She reached over the table and placed her hands on his, cupping them. She stared straight into his eyes, a light shone there, the little boy was there, but he was slowly being pulled behind the lustful adult that was Palo. She reached sideways into her bag and pulled out her purse. "I need the loo Palo, this whiskey is strong stuff…don't you think?" She stood keeping eye contact with him, watching his gaze break from hers and slide to her legs. She turned and noted the 'engaged' sign wasn't lit. The sliding door opened at the end of the carriage and she stood in front of the toilet door. Pushing the door open button she looked at Palo and stepped in. There was a slight dawning of realisation of what she was doing. The floor was wet, and so was the sink top. These things are to be expected she thought. Fortunately for her she had chosen a disabled toilet. A yellow rail ran along the opposite wall under a tinted window, its' diagonal companion was placed by the toilet. She reached up under her skirt and pulled down her thong. Going commando was - until now - a step she was unwilling to take. She placed the purse on the small ledge next to the sink searching until she found what she wanted and left it in easy reach. There was a tentative knock on the door. It made her jump. "Hello, is anyone in there?" It was Palo, she pressed the open button. When he looked in, the room looked empty, then he noticed the purse by the sink. A hand grabbed him and pulled, the door closed behind him. Jenny moved back away from Palo and placed her hands on the yellow rail behind her, folding her knees one over the other in a girlish manner. "Aren't you going to lock the door?" "Oui." One hand reached to the door lock button, the other to Jenny. The warmth of his big hand through her shirt sent a ripple of pleasure through her body. Here was a man she barley knew touching her in a way that she had only let two men touch her before, and she had been engaged to them. Now he was pressed against her. Their lips met, he was gentle, his tongue flicking out to tickle her lips before probing further into her mouth. Jenny moaned as she opened her mouth to welcome his tongue. He was so gentle, their tongues played in each others mouth for minutes before his hands began to bunch up her skirt. His fingers worked to pull the skirt to her waist, and when complete they pressed themselves into her buttocks. "You go commando." "Not quite." She looked to the sink to where her thong lay. "Oh." He smiled. She took this opportunity to run her hands down his chest, the muscle definition was pronounced under her touch. Looking at his chest she undid his buttons pulling the shirt from his trousers until all the buttons were undone. When her task was complete she ran her hands over his flesh and was rewarded with a sigh and involuntary flex of his hips. She could feel him hard, covered by trouser material. That just won't do she thought. But before she could do something about it, it was her turn to be unbuttoned. She moved her hands above her head thrusting her chest out as the buttons of her shirt were quickly dealt with. She cupped the back of his head and pressed him into her breasts craving the contact of his lips on her nipples. She felt his hands roam around her back to undo the bra clasp. Pushing the cups upward he held her by the chest, looking into her face, he leant in and kissed her pouting mouth. The hard press of lips and frantic clash of tongues was coupled by the sensation of his hands kneading her breasts giving her nipples the teasing she had craved. She allowed the sensation of Palo's tongue and mouth flow over her for precious minutes. She felt herself pressing harder against the window as the train slipped around a corner. The reality of the situation dawned on her once again and she pushed Palo back and away from her. Her hands quickly moved to his trousers and unzipped them. She slid a hand in a pulled him out fat and rigid - she gasped. It was larger than she had experienced before. Frightening in it's girth, she was unable to close her hand around it, but it excited her. "My hand bag." She gestured, her voice cracked through gasps of breath. He looked over and saw the small packet sticking out. He quickly put the latex glove in place. He turned and met Jenny's eyes, she had turned and was gripping the rail. He marvelled for a moment at her slender legs, one straight, one bent. The white stockings running on for an impossibly long sensual time to be capped by the curve of her round tight buttocks. His penis flexed in anticipation as he moved behind her. He looked down to cleft of her bottom, her rose bud flexed before him and the slit of flesh that he so desperately wanted to enter glistened in its obvious excitement. He placed his tip at the entrance with the intention of teasing her, only to have her push back with a groan onto him. Only a few centimetres entered her, no more than an inch in empirical units, his engineering mind interrupted. He was happy to slide like this for a few seconds moving that inch in and out of her. Jenny felt him enter. Finally, she thought. She moved back and forth holding on to the bar for support. She could feel his girth spreading her, opening her up. It reminded her of her first time, but there was little pain, just a wondrous pressure on her inner walls. She could feel the strokes lengthening as more of Palo entered her. He was wide, but not much longer than her previous lovers were. Somehow he managed to make himself feel longer as he, ever so slowly, introduced more of himself. Finally she could feel his pubic bone press against her. With his hands on her hips he held her there, fully penetrating her. The pace changed, they both knew they couldn't be in the toilet for long, perhaps they had been in here too long already. He thrust at her, the slow introductory pace increased to a hard slapping movement, one she welcomed. The hard flesh constantly battering into her opened up an animalistic part of her mind. Every time she closed her eyes the train toilet dissolved, all that was left was the sensations growing in her groin. Eventually she closed her eyes completely; abandoning herself to the internal wants of her body. Each thrust brought a new and louder grunt from her lungs. With both legs bent she increased the pace, pushing back with force, meeting Palo halfway through each thrust. A hand clasped her mouth, she opened her eyes snapping her back to the train toilet, but it was only Palo. She must be making quite a noise, but she wasn't the only one, his breathless grunts met her ears with each blow. She closed her eyes and quickly was consumed by the pleasure that grew tight within her. The hand across her mouth added to the excitement, the loss of control of another part of her body gladly given over to this man. Her pace grew jagged, her knees juddered, her thighs shook and she pushed back as hard as she could into Palo wanting him to embed himself completely in her as she came. Jenny's Demise Her body dipped slightly as she lost control of her legs, the hand around her mouth was removed and she could feel hands under her hips holding her up, ready for one hard final thrust. He groaned loudly, the sound echoed around the small room. She was keenly aware of his flexing cock within her, the gentle sensations were welcome in the cooling afterglow of her own climax. He sat opposite Jenny in the carriage, the drinks warmed in the time they were gone. The only other passenger in 1st class didn't seem to notice them. Only they knew what had gone on, Jenny smiled at the thought. "Ah, my station. You will call me Gen, yes?" Palo said standing. "Yes." Jenny smiled. She watched Palo's pert bottom as he wondered down the carriage. She sat rolling the glass in her hand, her hair needed a brush, her nipples pressed out against the shirt material. Her bra lay discarded somewhere in her handbag, she hadn't even bothered to pick up her thong - a gift for some other passenger, her smile turned wicked. "Gen." She said to herself sipping at the whiskey. Gen My name is Gen. I am the director of an outsourcing agency for project managers. We supply managers to many types of company. I run the company with my very close friend Palo. We travel, a lot, sometimes together, but mostly alone, which is good as I get to meet lots of interesting people - men and women. I have many interesting experiences in many interesting places. I recently changed my name to Gen, I used to be called Jenny. But Jenny is dead, no that's too strong, Jenny has simply ended - which I'm happy about.