0 comments/ 8453 views/ 0 favorites Journey of Discovery Ch. 01 By: ShyExtrovert PART 1 I had to leap down the escalators in great bounds and dash across the platform, but I successfully managed to jump between the closing train doors without making too much of an embarrassing spectacle of myself! I stood for a moment in front of the doors as the train slowly pulled away from St Pancras, surveying the rows of seats before choosing where to sit. The carriage was surprisingly empty. No matter that it was midweek and quite late in the evening, the trains from here heading north towards Luton are usually busy. I like it that way as it affords lots of potential for people watching! A quick scan revealed one half of the carriage to have only two occupants...an elderly gentleman wearing an equally aged blazer, deep in one-sided conversation with a heavy-set balding city-type, who appeared to be desperate to read his newspaper. The other side of the carriage looked far more promising...4 occupants of wide diversity. At the far end a young chap...toned and well groomed with short wavy hair and a navy polo shirt...an instinctive guess put him in his mid 20's...attached to his ears were the ubiquitous white leads of an ipod. Three people occupied the set of 4 seats immediately in front of him...facing me, a pair of teenage girls, chatting and giggling as only teenage girls do!...one rather plump with untidy shortish red hair and a mischievous laugh ...the other Asian...slim and petite, wearing trendy black-rimmed glasses which together with her unusually short hair for an Indian girl, gave her a startlingly modern and even rebellious air. Facing them was a woman I couldn't see terribly well...judging from the sleek black skirt and expensive looking heels, I guessed a business woman...her ankles and calves appeared rather shapely from this range! Her hair was mostly grey and tied loosely in a bun on the top of her head, though I couldn't see her face or body from this angle, I assumed her to be in her fifties or perhaps sixties. The final occupant was female also...early to mid-thirties I guessed...gorgeous long wavy brunette hair and stunning brown eyes that momentarily caught mine as I scanned the carriage. My initial thought was to sit in the bank of seats diagonally across the isle from the attractive woman...not invasive, but allowing me the occasional glance during my journey...however, I quickly discovered that those seats had all been quite badly vandalized. Frustrated in my plan, I looked across to the seats adjacent across the isle. I wouldn't be able to see the woman, but the giggling teens may provide some entertainment. These seats were strewn with rubbish...empty drinks cans and sandwich cartons mostly, the remains of the sandwiches and indeterminate crumbs scattered over the seats. I could have swept them to the side, I suppose...but whoever does that?! Instead I had little option but to walk to the empty set of seats across the isle from the lone guy, or to sit opposite the attractive woman. The train was in full motion by now, so I opted for the closest seats! She looked up as I shuffled across to my seat and smiled politely before returning her attention to her magazine. Like most London-dwellers, I rarely speak to strangers on public transport, but her smile had disarmed me...not to mention the 4 glasses of wine that I had consumed earlier...so I mumbled a self-conscious 'Good Evening' as I sat down. To my surprise, she looked up again, fixed me with another killer smile, and returned the greeting. Of course, any guy with an ounce of sense or self-confidence would have found a way to prolong the conversation. I've always been rather shy around women though, so could only blush and avert my gaze...idiot! That said, in my defence, I had just had a fantastic evening with my date...romantic, fun, sexy and ultimately naughtily erotic...so my focus was understandably elsewhere! We haven't been dating very long so we are still discovering each other...still seeing only each others attractive features and habits! It has been passionate from the beginning after being introduced by mutual friends at a party...so much so that we only didn't have sex at the party because, we discovered later, that we were both concerned the other would think we were 'easy'! After a few nights of heated telephone calls, it was no surprise that our relationship was consummated at our very next date! Tonight we met at a small bar close to her work. The lighting was dim and the décor of deep autumnal shades generated an intimate atmosphere. It wasn't really the ideal setting for London's after work social drinkers, but I imagined that it was a popular venue for romantic, and probably also illicit, encounters. I arrived early and found a seat in corner that was secluded but also allowed me a good view of the entrance. She arrived almost on time, appearing in the door frame silhouetted against the bright evening light behind her. I couldn't make out any details, but I could see her shape perfectly...I could tell she was wearing a blouse and a pencil skirt which accentuated her narrow waist and full hips. She was wearing her thick chestnut hair long tonight and had forgotten to remove the glasses that I hadn't been aware she needed. Sitting there on the train...ipod attached and The Fratellis assaulting my ears...I recalled my reaction to seeing her scan the room, identify me and approach with her hips swaying provocatively! I was unashamedly looking her up and down...mesmerized by her enthusiastic smile and sparkling eyes, not to mention the subtle bouncing of her breasts within her blouse as she walked! I could feel my member stiffening as I stood to greet her with a gentle kiss. I loved the 'secretary-look' that she was sporting...the glasses being particularly fetching! I wondered whether the 'look' extended as far as stockings and suspenders too. This speculation and the delicious scent of her perfume as we kissed only increased the determination of my cock to reveal its excitement both to her and to anyone else who may pass by at that moment! Fortunately I had selected the dimmest corner of the already dimly lit bar! Closing my eyes and increasing the volume of the music, I again felt those first pleasurable feelings of my cock stirring into life. It was pushing more and more insistently against the loose fabric of my slacks as I recalled how she had pressed her body into mine when returning my kiss...how her tongue tentatively slipped between my lips...how she moaned cheekily as she felt my erection pressing against her stomach. Still standing, I had offered to buy her a drink, but with a sexy smile she suggested that perhaps I had better sit down and allow her to go to the bar! I did as she suggested, which allowed me to feast my eyes on her cute round arse! That skirt really was very flattering! She returned with a bottle of wine and we chatted animatedly about our respective days while drinking. Before long the bottle was finished and she asked mischievously whether I was in a fit state to get another. My erection had subsided somewhat, but her suggestion brought an immediate response. I could feel my cock growing as I stood...particularly since her gaze was very evidently directed below my belt!! I stood there for a few seconds...allowing my cock to grow before her eyes. I smiled to myself remembering my audacious walk to and from the bar. My cock is straining against my trousers again now and it took a conscious effort to refrain from touching myself here in the train! We were only able to meet for a couple of hours as she had other plans for later, but the fiery desire burning in her eyes was giving me hope that she would cancel those plans! These were dashed however when, as the last of the wine was consumed, she glanced at her watch and announced that she would have to leave shortly. My disappointment was plain and she too looked reluctant, but confirmed that she really had to go...though she had time for a walk in the park if I would like. Kensington Gardens was just around the corner and we walked there quite briskly. Once there however we slowed to an ambling pace, walking hand in hand along the pathways towards one of the more secluded corners of the park, where there are a few trees and the grass is left to grow untrimmed. It occurred to me that we had not arrived at this area by accident and I recall the confident manner in which she led me by the hand off the path and into the overgrown grass. She selected a suitable spot, on a slight rise above the pathways, and suggested we sit for a while there. We sat close to one another and kissed a long and sensual kiss that spoke of depths of desire wanting and needing to be released...until our glasses clashed! She removed them self-consciously, admitting that she had forgotten she still had them on. I commented that I liked them...that I liked the whole 'sexy secretary' image she was portraying tonight. She laughed and gathered her hair on top of her head, saying for that she should have worn her hair up too. The exposure of her slender neck sent a wave of goose bumps over my body and I bent forward to kiss it tenderly, in the process gently encouraging her to lie back on the grass. My lips barely brushed the side of her neck, travelling down and between her shoulder and collarbone, before drifting over her throat and chin and returning to her lips, teasing them with chaste kisses and mischievous flicks of my tongue. Feeling her smile, I nipped her bottom lip with my teeth, causing her to gasp. For several minutes we continued in that vein...kissing both teasingly and passionately...her hands alternately caressing my back through my shirt and gently scratching my neck. Eventually we paused and I drew slightly away from her so that we could see one another and so that I could allow my hand to run over her thighs and stomach and brush over her breasts. Her eyes closed as I trailed the back of my hand back and forth over her breasts...barely touching. She opened her eyes once more when my hand paused and my fingers pulled at the topmost fastened button of her blouse, but she said nothing as it and the next button flipped open. I could now see that she was wearing a cream silky camisole beneath the blouse. I unfastened a third button, which allowed me to open the blouse sufficiently to see the firm points of her nipples pressing against the silk. I glanced around quickly to ensure that we were sufficiently secluded, and of course she had already ensured that we were, and then dipped my head to her chest and flicked my tongue over her nipple. She gasped and raised a hand to my head, encouraging me further. I enclosed her stiff nipple with my lips and sucked, rolling my tongue firmly over the camisole's silk, and felt her arch off the ground, pressing her breasts against my face as she moaned faintly. Not wanting to show favoritism, I shifted my attentions to her other, neglected nipple, leaving a large damp patch on the camisole, clinging to her first, erect nipple. At the same time my free hand located the slit at the side of her skirt. I soon discovered that above the slit were a series of metal fasteners. I had noticed these earlier, but had assumed they were merely for decoration; however, a small amount of leverage caused the first to pop open....quickly, but not too hastily, followed by the second, third and fourth!! I was surprised that she had shown no dissent at my audacity, in fact she even slightly parted her legs to allow my hand to caress the tops and insides of her thighs. My inquisitive fingers were able to reach as far as the lacy tops of her stockings, and I wondered whether it was normal for her to wear them, or whether she had intended all along for me to discover them this way tonight. She must have read my mind since she started to giggle immediately. I raised my head to look at her as she commented that now I knew exactly how far she had taken the secretary 'look'. I smiled in response and for a while we remained looking intently into one another's eyes while my hand tugged at the next metal stud. With a twinkle in her eye this time she complained that I was being very naughty. I asked whether I should stop, though not believing for a second that she would say I should! Instead her response was to pull my head down to kiss her. The Fratellis weren't doing it for me. They were entirely too frantic when my thoughts were of our tender caresses and sensual kisses. I scanned through my ipod for something more appropriate to my mood and came across an album that I had forgotten I owned...the deep husky voice of Seal on his Soul album would be much more appropriate. I glanced up at the lady opposite and she met my glance almost immediately. Maybe I hadn't glanced discreetly but had been a bit too obvious? Anyway, she smiled and I smiled in return, feeling my very excited cock throb and emit a small pearl of pre-cum. She returned her attention to her magazine and I absent mindedly scanned the carriage. There were no stops until St Albans, so no-one had left or joined since we left St Pancras, although I had little idea how far we had travelled. I looked first to my left, at the giggling teens. They were indeed in a fit of giggles. The cute Indian girl flashed me a quick look and I momentarily caught her eye, but just as quickly she looked away. Her friend appeared in danger of imminently wetting herself and had her head buried into the shoulder of her friend. The guy in the section below was sitting forward with his elbows resting on his knees, looking intently out of the window, despite it now being dark. Beside me the elegant businesswoman was still engrossed by her book. I could see her more clearly now, in profile. Her slim calves and ankles belied the reality that she was actually quite a full-bodied woman...voluptuous in fact! She was wearing a white sleeveless v-necked vest that clung to the curves of her large bosom and displayed a generous tanned cleavage. As luck would have it or by the grace of god, as I was appreciating her breasts, her phone slipped out of her handbag at that moment, clattering onto the floor of the carriage. We both leant forward, but as it had slid close to my seat I was able to pick it up and return it to her. As she thanked me I noticed that she was blushing profusely. Our fingers had brushed as I passed over the phone, so perhaps that had been the cause, but it was also possible that she had noticed me staring at her breasts. I didn't think she had noticed as she was lost in her book. Her peripheral vision perhaps...or maybe I had still been looking down her cleavage as we leant over?!! Had I? I supposed that it was possible. The brief encounter made me smile. She was certainly a handsome woman, but mostly I was flattered that my appreciation of her could have made her blush. Settling back into my seat, I closed my eyes once again and returned to my recollection of the earlier evening. My fingers had teased the softness of her inner thigh. The freeing of that last metal stud and a subtle shifting of her thighs had opened a path for my fingers to follow...a path that seemed to pull me forward on an unstoppable, inevitable journey. I deftly massaged further and further beneath her opened skirt with fingertips barely touching her skin...then delicately allowed my nails to titillate her sensitized skin. Her thighs almost involuntarily parted further and not so subtly this time...she wanted her pleasure to increase...she wanted to be touched, to be taken. I allowed the backs of my fingers to brush over her panties, causing her to gasp when drifting over her the part of her that I knew to be yearning, hungry for attention. I could feel that her panties were lacy...flimsy. Not elasticated around the thighs, but loose and delicately thin. In my minds eye I tried to imagine how they looked...French knickers were my best guess...hugging her firm round arse, whilst delicately caressing her upper thighs. I had only seen her in thongs or plain cotton panties before, so this was a very welcome and sexy surprise! In my mind's eye they were black and looked fabulous against her lightly tanned thighs, combining with her stockings to wonderful effect....that affect being the intense throbbing of my cock which was desperate to be released from its confinement! I continued to tease her through the fabric of her knickers...feeling her press against my fingers each time they flit over or near where I knew her clit to be tingling needingly. Before too long I began to feel along the fringe of her knickers, teasing the crease of her thigh but also slowly pulling the material aside. I felt my fingers brush against her lips as I did this and allowed them to linger and press...feeling her warm and soft against my skin...exploring her tentatively...guided by what I could feel but also by her sighs and small reactive tensing of her thighs. Her eyes were closed now, her lips slightly parted and her chin tilted back as her head stretched back lengthening her neck...which I kissed softly while my fingers explored her smooth mound and her protruding outer lips that I could tell were swollen in readiness. I could feel her lips parting under the gently sliding pressure of my fingers...I could feel her creamy wetness rapidly lubricating my fingers. She placed a hand on the back of my head as I kissed her neck, her nails scratching my scalp and neck. I sensed that she was guiding me downwards....surely she wasn't suggesting that my lips and tongue should continue the explorations started by my fingers?! I was desperate to taste her and breathe the deliciously heavy scent of her arousal again, but I'm not sure I could be brave enough for that in such a public setting! My fingers must have hesitated briefly, pausing at the entrance to her pulsing vagina...involuntarily teasing at the point where she was expecting deliverance. Now I could feel her pressing her mound against my fingers, trying to complete our connection. I had intended drawing out this moment a little longer, but now on impulse I met her pressure with my own and slid easily and deeply inside her. She gasped and gripped my head tightly, thrusting her hips forward to take my finger as deeply as possible. Only my middle finger was inside her initially and for a few moments I curled and flexed it inside her, before withdrawing slightly to allow my index finger to also squeeze alongside it. I recalled clearly now her moans...breathy and heavy...broken occasionally by whispers of my name and exclamations to a God in whom I was unaware whether or not she believed! There can be few sounds more exciting than those of a woman in sexual rapture moaning your name!!! My two fingers were working rhythmically inside her pussy...sliding back and forth...dividing and writhing inside her in time with the motions of her hips. She was incredibly wet now, coating my fingers and knuckles in her juices. I desperately wanted my mouth on her pussy....my tongue dipping inside her...licking and tasting...drinking her abundant juices. Instead, I returned to her neglected nipples. Sucking and nibbling them again through the wet camisole. This was no longer enough for her though, so she removed her hand from my head and roughly pulled aside the flimsy strap to expose not just her deep red erect nipple but her entire breast. Her camisole hooked under her breast and she guided my head down to her nipple...as though I needed the encouragement! I sucked gently on her stiff bud, gradually growing in intensity...as she moaned a demand for me to suck harder. She gasped loudly as I nipped with my teeth and continued to moan as I increased the pace of my thrusting fingers. Her hips were writhing now, riding my fingers aggressively. Her nails were digging into my scalp as I bit and chewed on her nipple. I could feel her passion rising. I could feel her losing control...vocally and physically...right there in the gathering gloom of Kensington Gardens. She clamped her hand over her mouth, biting on her index finger in belated recognition of her volume, muffling the groans that accompanied the waves of orgasm that washed over her, drenching my fingers even further and trapping them inside her with her surprisingly powerful thighs. Journey of Discovery Ch. 01 In time she relaxed her grip on my hand, spent and sated. Her face and chest were flushed deep pink and her pupils were widely dilated. Her breathing was short and rapid initially, but slowly regaining its composure. I leaned against her and kissed her softly, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against mine, while she raised her head an inch or so from the grass to meet mine. Eventually she broke our kiss and flopped back to the grass with a sigh. I knew the moment had come for us to leave since it was already far later than we had intended to stay. I sat up and helped her straighten her disheveled clothing between further passionate kisses, buttoning up her blouse while she refastened the studs on her dress. Her hand drifted over to the bulge in my trousers, squeezing it gently. She apologized unconvincingly for having been selfish, for having had all the fun tonight and promised that next time I would be spoiled rotten! With that she sprang to her feet, dragging me to mine and we walked as quickly as her heels and my erection would allow to the tube station and onto the waiting train. We reached her stop first and she crushed her body to mine and kissed me hard by way of a goodbye and then she was gone! I'd never been with someone with such a sense of adventure! It hadn't mattered to me in the slightest that she had been the one receiving all the attention...the fun in the giving had been immense! But now I'll admit to a feeling of frustration, more a physical feeling than an emotional one. I certainly intended addressing that as soon as I arrived home. For now, on the train, I was content to enjoy the recollections of the evening and the throbbing intensity of my erection that those thoughts were causing! Journey of Discovery Ch. 02 PART 2 I peered through the murky window of the train to try to get my bearings on where I was. It was now quite dark outside, although it was possible to make out the steep bank of overgrown vegetation immediately across the adjacent tracks. It gave me no indication of where I was, however, although I could determine that the train was dawdling along at a lazy pace. Perhaps I had missed an announcement? I turned down my music to listen out for an update and glanced around the carriage for signs of reaction from my fellow passengers. The giggling teens were both looking at me as I turned my head towards them. The chubby redhead immediately dipped her head, the red blush of her cheeks clearly evident. The cute Indian, however, held my gaze for a moment or two, a faint, flirtatious smile appearing on her dark lips. I smiled back fully in response...breaking the spell completely! She ducked her head towards that of her friend and the two whispered and giggled conspiratorially. I blushed at my own foolishness. Attempting to flirt with a girl young enough to be my daughter!!! How ridiculous!! That said...she was very cute and I'd always had an attraction towards Indian women. My already hard penis throbbed again at the momentary thought of enjoying the attention of such a young and attractive woman. Her friend wasn't especially attractive, though nor was she ugly, not by any means. I briefly allowed my imagination to wander to thoughts of what illicit naughtiness these two cheeky minxes might get up to together in their rooms at home...when their parents are downstairs innocently assuming the girls are listening to music and flicking endlessly through fashion magazines. Could they be intimately involved? Have they enjoyed the pleasure of one another's naked bodies...one so toned and dusky, the other curvaceous and pale...both so soft and virginal!!! I laughed to myself at the preposterousness of my fantasy! I turned to the book-reading business woman. She was still absorbed by her book, a novel by Jill Mansell, I noticed. It was not as intellectual as I would have guessed from her professional attire, so it intrigued me. It seems this apparently serious woman has a frivolous side! I wondered what else this could mean. Her outfit was careful chosen, that much was clear...elegant and fashionable certainly...but a closer inspection revealed a lacy detail around the buttons of her blouse and, more intriguingly, a clearly defined seam on her tights. Were they tights? Or stockings perhaps? Holdups or suspenders?!! My earlier encounter with my girlfriend's holdups sprang immediately to my mind...remembering the texture of the lacy elastic tops and the softness of her thighs. I knew that I was staring now, eyeing up this middle-aged siren! For that is what she had now become in my sex-craved mind! My admiring gaze took in the desirable curve of her calves and the sexy fullness of her skirt-clad thighs and rump and, of course, her tempting, tormenting, bosom that I had admired shortly before. I watched the rise and fall of her breasts and wondered what lingerie she had selected that morning. I was sure it would have been a deliberate choice rather than a random grasp into her underwear draw. Her bra and panties would match, for sure. She would equally certainly be wearing knickers and not a thong. I surmised that she would know exactly what type of panty would best suit her full bottom and would be conscious of avoiding a visible panty line. Something lacy certainly, I thought probably French knickers or lacy hipsters. Probably white too or cream or ivory with a dainty, feminine floral pattern in the lace. I imagined the matching bra, cupping her heavy breasts, soft against her pale skin. Would it be see through? I didn't think so. I assumed I would have to unclip the clasps and free her breasts from their constraints in order to glimpse her nipples...large and fat, I hoped, ripe cherry-red set within wide round aureoles. The more I thought and the more I looked the more that I wanted to suck them and bite them. I could imagine her moans...her hands grasping my head and pulling me into her bosom. The train jolted, breaking me from my reverie. My eyes were fixed unashamedly on her breasts. Well, not so unashamedly...she was looking at me! My admiration had not gone unnoticed. I felt the wave of heated embarrassment sweep over my entire body and burning my cheeks! I instinctively looked away immediately. Had she just glanced in my direction or had she actually noticed I was staring? Was she angry or was she sharing my embarrassment as she had done earlier? I thought she must think me to be completely perverted to have caught me appreciating her breasts twice within what, half an hour! I daren't look back, but I wanted to, needed to! I could feel my face radiating with heat. Even the tips of my ears were tingling! It was one thing to share a flirtatious smile with the cute teenager, but for some reason with this mature woman my thoughts felt transparent and I, in turn, felt naked and vulnerable. It was absurd! I closed my eyes and tried to lose myself once again in my music and in thoughts of my girlfriend. Inevitably my mind's eye focused on my girlfriend's breasts...relatively small in comparison, with small pale buds that were quick to stiffen. I recalled again how she had gasped earlier when I grazed her nipple with my incisors and how she had pushed her chest toward my mouth, eager for my attentions. I felt the brush of a shoe against my shin. I opened my eyes and realized that I had slouched down in my seat and was anti-socially taking up more of the foot space than was polite. The lady opposite must have knocked my shin whilst crossing her legs. I looked down and saw her foot an inch or two from my trouser leg. Deep red painted toes in a simple strappy black heeled sandal. I could also just make out a delicate tattoo; a leaf and floral pattern winding from the top of her foot around her ankle bone to the base of her shin. Her ankle was delicate and her calf slim, smooth and tanned except for the tiny pale blemish of a scar midway along her shin. Her knee was slender, hooked over her other thigh and bent at nearly ninety degrees. From her knee my attention was naturally drawn along her long and shapely thigh. I noted the evenness of her golden tan and again the smoothness of her firm skin. Either she had plenty of time on her hands to enjoy the summer sun, or she was a frequenter of tanning salons; to the gym too given the sensuous but subtly athletic toning of her limbs. My gaze lingered on this pleasurable sight before finally, eventually, lifting to the pale blue hem of her denim skirt...her extremely short denim skirt, upon which her magazine still lay. I guessed that when standing it reached to mid-thigh, though possibly higher, but as she sat in the train seat it had evidently ridden a few inches higher than that. For a brief moment I studied the dark triangle of shadow that was bordered by her skirt and the V of her crossed legs. The voyeur in me was wishing for a glimpse of her panties and as if my birthday and Christmas had arrived together, that wish was granted. She uncrossed her legs, before re-crossing with her other leg now on top. It was a slow and rather ungainly movement, largely because of the cramped space that my sprawling slouch had allowed her, but it afforded me an unexpectedly generous, but brief, view of her white cotton panties. My pulse was racing again. So much that night was stimulating and teasing me. Was it just that my senses or my awareness were heightened after my experience in the park earlier? No that couldn't be the case as that would imply that encounters such as with the flirtatious teenager, the voluptuous, blushing business woman and the carelessly leg-crossing brunette occur all the time but go unnoticed! I doubted that could be the case, but what ever had brought about this good fortune on the train, it was certainly giving me lots of excitement! My view of the plain white fabric stretched over her mound ended as she completed her complicated manoeuvre. I lifted my head to take in her trim hips and waist rising further to the swell of her breasts. They were firm, round and full, neither especially large nor small. Her white t-shirt was stretched tightly over her bust. As I was watching her, she leant back in her seat, her stomach flattening and her breasts lifting, the tautness of her t-shirt increasing with the straightening of her posture. I could make out the outline of her nipples teasingly pressing against the material...surprisingly large given the size of her bust. I considered probably the diameter of a five pence piece, but on further reflection...or was that analysis... revised this to a penny. The sight of hardened nipples pressing revealingly against a tight shirt had always been an erotic thrill for me. Chill spring and autumn days when the air temperature never quite reached the heights that the bright sunshine suggested were particular favourite days, with women dressing for the sun and not for the temperature! Before my eyes now were the most intoxicating hard nipples, seemingly seeking my attention. I didn't think it was that cold in the train, but I supposed we all have a different tolerance and reaction to temperatures....I certainly was not complaining! At that moment it occurred to me that I hadn't noticed this before...not when I first sat down, not when I had subsequently glanced at her, and I realized now, not when my gaze just now had drifted from her teasing skirt to her tantalizing breasts!!!! I glanced up....her eyes immediately darted to her magazine...mine instinctively averted also. She'd been watching me appreciating her, I was sure of it! I looked up again...as did she...our eyes locked, albeit briefly before we both looked away again. Inevitably, we both soon looked back, drawn by inquisitiveness certainly, and probably flirtation too! Her eyes were beautifully clear and bright, which accentuated the dark brown of her irises and long eyelashes. There was the beginning of a smile on her slim, lips. Not the full fresh smile of earlier, but instead a smirk suggesting cheekiness and mischief! The embarrassment or insecurity of catching one another's eye passed quickly. Now we held eye contact. In my peripheral vision I could see her lips subtly parting then closing again. Not an intended sexual motion, nor even a flirtatious one, but to me it carried an electric current, an expression of desire! Colour had risen to her cheeks and flushed over her slender neck. My eyes darted involuntarily to her breasts again...her nipples now standing proud against the inadequate cover of her t-shirt. She noticed this of course and she gave me a look of mock admonishment...its lack of intent given away by the twisting of her lips into a smile of pure mischief! She allowed her gaze to sweep over my body...unashamedly looking me up and down as she had witnessed me doing to her. I felt my cock straining against the restriction of my trousers once more and her eyes shot immediately back to meet mine....now expressing not just mischief but devilment!! She glanced down again and I followed the direction of her gaze to my crotch...to the unhidden bulge...the tent-pole that was my erection! Little was left to her imagination. The loose fitting cotton of my slacks offered scant hindrance to the eagerness of my cock displaying its excitement for her rapt attention! I was enjoying that attention too!! This was really not like me at all...I was not given to exhibitionism generally, but there I was openly allowing a stranger, albeit a wonderfully attractive one, to watch as I allowed my erect cock to twitch and pulse!! On the same evening as I had fingered my girlfriend to an orgasm in a public park, no less! My heady was giddy with lust-fuelled excitement. It was at that moment that a realization struck me...horrified me and yet excited me too in equal measure. The teasing, flirtatiousness of the woman opposite me was not a result of her catching me leering at her breasts and legs...it was the result of having seen me sporting a hard on practically constantly from the beginning of my journey! Could it also be that the giggling of the teenagers and the blushing of the business woman were a result of my horny sideshow!! Even the young man at the end of the carriage would have had an unobstructed view! I felt my face flush crimson with embarrassment. Glancing again to my left, I convinced myself that the teens were again conspicuously avoiding looking at me. The businesswoman was still reading, but had I just caught her head dipping away sharply as I turned towards her? I looked once more at the pretty brunette, who again met my eyes with hers....the only one who would allow it...but was she the only one looking at me? She returned her attention to her magazine, but, realizing that I was looking at her, she theatrically uncrossed and crossed her legs again. She was willfully teasing me...enjoying my appreciation of her smooth thighs...wanting me to glimpse her dampening panties, taut over her swollen mound. This is what I was telling myself anyway. I knew that when I lifted my head I would see her looking at me again. I looked up. She wasn't looking. She didn't look. If I stared for much longer she would feel my eyes upon her and be compelled to look at me. That wouldn't prove anything to me! The others may not have been flirting with me, but she certainly was...or had been. Maybe she had had enough of that game now. Confused and frustrated though I was, I smiled to myself, refusing to be irritated or disappointed. My sexually-charged imagination was of course playing havoc with me. I shrugged it off, titillated and humoured by it, but refusing to believe it. I settled back into my seat, returned to my music, and closed my eyes, expecting to drift back to recollections and fantasies of my girlfriend. Instead I saw the brunette. I saw her caressing her own breasts and pinching her own nipples through her t-shirt. I watched as she stroked her own thighs, pulling her denim skirt higher and higher to expose her simple white panties. With the fingertips of one hand she rubbed her pussy slowly, assuredly. Drawing small circles over where her clit was throbbing. I was transfixed as she pulled aside the thin material to expose the swollen deep brown lips of her pussy. Another heavy jolt of the train startled me out of my fantasy and I opened my eyes to complete darkness. The train didn't appear to be moving and after removing my earphones I quickly ascertained from the muted conversation of the teens that the driver had pre-warned an imminent problem that would require investigating and significant delay at the next stop.... At first I couldn't understand why it was so completely dark. It was quite late now, but this was not the ordinary darkness of night. This was resolved when I overheard one of the teens, the ginger one I think, telling her friend that we were in the tunnel outside Borehamwood. Resigned to being there for some time to come I replaced my earphones, closed my eyes and returned to my naughty brunette. Given the intense darkness, I felt secure enough to risk a long overdue fondle of the bulge in my trousers. I rolled the palm of my hand over the head of my cock, thrilling at the cool dampness of my boxer shorts against my shaft. I soon realized that I would cum if I continued like this, which would have been just about the most embarrassing situation I could imagine! As I rested my hands on my thighs, I felt a brushing against my knees, the kind of knock you feel when someone tries to edge past. I instinctively straightened up, parting my knees to allow space, presumably for the brunette, to pass. Wherever could she be going in the dark? She must be desperate if she needs the toilet! Instead of passing by, however, I felt the presence of a body between my thighs...hands settling onto my knees...smoothly sliding along my thighs, displacing my own hands. I was paralyzed by my surprise, unable to do anything to either encourage or repel this contact. One hand came to a stop high on my thigh, just beneath my hip. The other located my erection with little subtlety...groping in the darkness...squeezing once the target was acquired, causing me to jump in my seat. The hand lessened its initial, over-zealous grip, caressing now...exploring the stiffness and length of my cock within my trousers. Then the fingers gently slid over the head, tracing the shape, discovering and learning. I remained completely motionless. Stunned that the brunette could be so outrageous...so reckless!! I knew that I should put a stop to this, but I couldn't...I wouldn't...I didn't want it to end! The eagerness of her hand increased, probably conscious of limited time and spurred on by the illicit situation. Before long I felt fingers on my zip...tugging impatiently at first until eventually it slid open. I could immediately feel the cool air against the dampness of my shorts. Her hand was inside in an instant...gripping my shaft firmly...stroking...seeking and finding the opening. Suddenly her flesh against mine....her coolness against my heat...confidently drawing me out...exposing me in the anonymity of the dark...drawing her hand to my tip...massaging my slippery aching crown. I'm holding back the moans that need to escape my lips, trying to keep some privacy in this public display. Her hand gripped my shaft, pumping with long assured motions. And then her mouth!! No preamble...no teasing licks or flicks of her tongue...immediately her lips, sliding over my engorged crown...sucking firmly and hungrily. Her hand was now pumping vigorously, her tongue rolling over my crown between sucking. I could feel my orgasm approaching...the telltale build up of tension deep with my loins...the tingling anticipation. The eroticism of the evening in the park and my lustful recollections had taken me to the brink. I was not going to be able to hold back. I was going to explode. I raised my hands and grasped the head that bob bed and rolled between my thighs to control her movements in the final exquisite seconds. My fingers slid through her soft, short hair and dug into her scalp. I was rocking my hips to the rhythm of her gripped fist and hungry lips, attempting to thrust deeper into her warm mouth. The tension was intolerable yet wonderful. My thighs shaking and my abdominal muscles tightened... Short hair...fine and silken!!! The hair between my fingers was not long and subtly curled...it was not full and heavy...it was not the hair of my extravagantly flirtatious brunette! In my lustful thoughts the lips devouring my swollen crown, the hand wrapped around my shaft were those of a beautiful brown haired woman...whose beautiful dark eyes and sensual smile had caught my imagination...whose awakened nipples and teasing thighs had so excited me. But she had long hair that flowed over her shoulders and rested just above the swell of her breasts. Who had short hair? The business woman whose cleavage had enchanted me...the cute Indian girl whose eyes had flirted with mine......her plump and freckled friend who blushed and giggled? They all had short hair of one style or another!! It has to be the Indian girl...her innocence betrayed by the holding of my gaze while her friend could only look away!! My orgasm exploded from deep within me...erupting thick ribbons of cum into the unknown gulping mouth...waves of ecstasy, originating from my core, washed through my body to the extremities of each of my limbs! Then I remembered the young man at the back of the carriage...blue polo shirt...iPod earphones...sitting forward in his seat...to better view my arousal...to hide his own?!! He had short wavy hair!! Journey of Discovery Ch. 02 The lips slid from my spent penis and I abruptly felt the pressure of hands on my knees again...this time assisting the body between my thighs to rise and depart. I was left alone. Confused, horrified, thrilled and elated! All these emotions coursed through me in the immediate aftermath before I was able to recover my senses and hastily tuck myself back into my trousers. I removed my earphones and peered into the darkness in a futile attempt to detect movement or noise. Anything that could give me a clue as to the identity of my seducer! However, nothing could be seen or heard. Who could it have been? Surely not the polo –shirted man! But the Indian girl was almost as unlikely! It must have been the business woman...but no, the hair I felt was short and fine...not tied up or wiry grey. Could someone else have entered the carriage without my noticing?!! Eventually the lights blinked back into life and the train limped forward towards the tunnel exit and the next station. I scanned the carriage for some clue, for some indication of who the perpetrator could have been! But no-one was offering me eye contact. The brunette looked out of the window....the business woman had already resumed reading her book...the teens were investigating the contents of a handbag...the young man had his head back against his seatback, eyes closed as he listened to his music. What exactly did I expect...a sly wink of acknowledgement or a contented licking of lips?!! I resolved not to worry about who or why, but instead to enjoy the bizarre, shocking eroticism of the experience!!! Was it the handsome young guy? I smiled to myself at the realization that I was now thinking of him as the handsome guy!! Did it matter if it was? At this point in time, feeling alive with excitement...I didn't care!!!