0 comments/ 54059 views/ 2 favorites Last Train By: Bails It had been a long day. The station was virtually deserted. I had ten minutes until the last train left; mercifully it only made two stops before mine. The whole journey would last no more than forty minutes. I bought a coffee from the Starbucks stand and made my way through the barriers to the front carriage. It was empty, and I headed to a pair of seats at the far end, slumping into the window seat. That was when the lights went out. The destination indicators were still working, and the engine was turning over, so I assumed it was just a fault with the lights. In fact I was grateful of the dark. I sipped my coffee, burning my mouth and swearing out loud. I placed the coffee on the window table and sighed. Things couldn't really get much worse. I slumped back in the seat and closed my eyes. As the train pulled out of the station, and headed out of central London into the suburbs, the clacking of the tracks and the shifting light from the windows was almost hypnotic. I drifted off. Ten minutes later, the train jerked to a halt. I opened my eyes, and looked out of the carriage at the first stop. At first, I thought the platform was empty, but just as the doors were about to close, a couple jumped through, laughing loudly. I groaned inwardly. They were obviously drunk, and I shrank lower in my seat, hoping desperately that they wouldn't see me. I have a habit of being cornered by domestic disputes on the last train home. People just can't seem to stop talking to me. I guess it must be the doctor in me, an innate approachability. Luckily, they didn't seem to realise there was anyone else in the carriage. The guy was tall, at least six foot two, and well built. He had the chiselled features, and dark hair and complexion of a Mediterranean, and even I recognized the sexual magnetism he projected. The whole effect was enhanced by a navy suit and open-necked white shirt. The girl was also tall, probably five foot nine or ten, equally dark haired, but pale of skin and with the soft Irish accent of the Republic. She was stunning: slim with long legs and a tight backside that would have made an athlete jealous. She was dressed in a black blouse, unbuttoned just far enough to reveal the pale swell of each breast, black mid-thigh length skirt, and black patent leather shoes with a three or four inch heel. Her laughter was like liquid gold. Standing between the carriages, she pushed him up against the glass partition and kissed him, hard. He responded immediately, grasping her black locks, bending her head back and kissing her neck. She squealed, pushed him away. Come to this side of the carriage, this side of the carriage, I prayed silently. She grabbed his tie, and dragged him behind her, straight to my side of the carriage. Thank you, I whispered to a generous God. They fell into the seats a couple of rows down from mine. The train clattered on through the last of the suburbs, into the Buckinghamshire countryside, the pair of them illuminated by the light flickering through the windows. I knew you would never forgive me if I kept this to myself, so I reached gently into the case next to me and took out my compact digital camera. I checked the battery level and turned on the screen, desperately hugging the camera to my jacket to mask the sound of its activation. I needn't have bothered. Looking at the couple further down the carriage, they seemed oblivious to their surroundings. I turned on the night shot mode, aimed the lens between the seats in front, and zoomed in. The view was amazingly clear given the low light level, and yet again I marvelled at the technology you can buy for three hundred quid. I pressed the record button. The camera safely wedged between the seats, I leaned sideways just enough to get a better view. The girl had her left thigh over her partner's lap and was kissing him like it was the last day of her life. His hands ran along her spine, ruffling the silk of her blouse, and then down again, grasping her buttocks and forcing her closer into his embrace. She ran her hands along the sides of his face, her tongue exploring every inch of his lips, tongue and mouth. I had seen many couples enjoying kisses and even some fairly heavy petting on my many late night journeys home, but this was different. There was a level of intensity about this pair that was electrifying. I couldn't take my eyes of them, and I could feel myself getting hard. Given the fact that this train didn't stop for another thirty minutes, and with luck, would have no lights for all that time, I had a feeling I was in for quite a show. By now, she was astride him on the seat, her skirt riding higher up her thighs as she ground her groin into his. He tugged the blouse from her skirt, and his hands disappeared beneath the silk. I could imagine the feel of her cool skin, goose bumps rising along her back with the excitement of the moment. Her head fell back, and he bent forwards to rain kisses along her neck. She leant further back, giving me a clear view of her fantastic cleavage. In my mind's eye, I saw the still image I would capture from that fraction of a second's video footage. Her breasts were framed by a low cut black bra that was becoming increasingly visible as he undid the buttons of her blouse. In the intermittent light from the windows, I caught brief glimpses of her dark, erect nipples through the sheer fabric. For a brief spell of about ten seconds, it was like seeing her in an old-fashioned black and white movie. Then the surreal quality of the image was replaced by a more constant warm, orange glow as the train tracks ran alongside a main road. His impatience overcame him and he tore the last few buttons of her blouse apart, uncovering a flat stomach to match her tight arse. He ran his hand from her throat, between her breasts and down to her skirt, continuing until his fingers reached the hem, and pushed it up towards her waist. His hand disappeared between her thighs, massaging her mound, making her groan. She sat back up, lifting her skirt higher, and I saw she was wearing a black thong which disappeared between two perfect buttocks with the same pale luminescent quality as the rest of her skin. She slid a hand inside his, and from the shudders running through her body, I guessed she was rubbing her clitoris. After a few moments of watching her intently, the man lifted her bodily from his lap and laid her gently along the full length of the seat. She let her thighs fall apart, resting her heels on the seat to either side of his lap. His eyes fell to drink in the site of her dark underwear, the contrast with her pale skin starkly evident. She moved the thong to one side, displaying herself to him. She ran a long forefinger along her pussy lips, slick with her excitement. He bent to replace her finger with his tongue. She leaned back against the window, her hair catching the moonlight as the train ran through open countryside. His head moved up and down, and her hips rose and fell in time to his rhythm. His right hand crept along the back of her thigh, seeking the cleft between her buttocks, sliding a moistened finger into her anus. She squealed with the excitement, forcing her pussy up into his face, hands entwined in the back of his hair. Then releasing his hair, she raked her nails along his back, and I could see drops of blood, black in the moonlight. He drew back, gasping in pain. She sat forward, reaching for his flies. She unzipped him, drawing out his cock. It was huge, at least nine inches long, and thick. She drew back his foreskin, hard. His glans stood proud, purple and engorged. Bending over, she took him into her mouth, licking him, her tongue flicking until he groaned. Now his hands laced into her hair, forcing her head lower, driving his cock into the back of her throat. Her head bobbed up and down, speed increasing. He drove his hips upwards. She was gagging, but amazingly still kept going. Finally, her head rose, like a deep sea diver breaking the surface. She gasped ragged breaths through her gaping mouth. A trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her lip. He sat there, his rigid cock jutting from his trousers. She stood, raising her skirt above her waist, and slid her thong over her hips, allowing it to fall to the floor. He turned so that he resumed a normal sitting position, and she climbed onto his lap. She guided his cock into her, sliding slowly down its length, relishing every inch. When he was fully inside, she rested there for a few seconds, dipping her hips and feeling his hardness against her cervix. Finally, the tension became too much for her and she lifted her pelvis until he was only just inside her lips. Then she drove down hard, groaning as he thrust upwards, matching her descent. The motion was repeated, again and again, slowly at first, but increasing in speed until she was bouncing in his lap. They were both within seconds of cumming when she lifted herself completely off of him, falling to the side on the seat. He lifted himself onto his knees and pumped his cock several times. His orgasm came in an explosive ejaculation that sprayed over her breasts and throat. As the last dregs fell onto her perfect skin, she brought herself to her own orgasm, her fingers forced into her pussy and anus. He sat back, a grin playing over his lips. He tossed her a tissue, almost indifferently, and she wiped herself down. He zipped himself back into his trousers, as she fastened her blouse, replaced her underwear and straightened her skirt. I had a sudden revelation. As we neared the next station, one before mine, I realised that if they didn't get off, it would be painfully obvious that I had been present for their little show when we reached my stop. As the train drew into the platform, my pulse raced. Please get off, I prayed, please get off. The train stopped. They stood up. Thank you, I whispered. God had been kind again. But as they moved towards the doors, the woman paused, and turned towards me. She walked back along the carriage and stood in front of me. "I hope you can join us soon," she whispered, and held out a business card. I took it, dumbfounded. She turned and walked out of the carriage, her partner grinning at me as he passed at the other side of the window. I looked down at the card in my hand. It bore her name, address and telephone number. Last Train They rushed across the road en masse from the theatre and down the stairs towards the underground station as quickly as they could to avoid the heavy summer shower that had unleashed itself upon the city. The humid weather had been with them for days, and it was now breaking. Sarah took each step as carefully as she could in her heels whilst holding the bannister to steady herself. The rush of the crowd, all suited to the nines and dressed to kill, swept her along and downwards as if she were being carried by a wave. The champagne she'd had earlier did little to help - a light fuzzy feeling in her head and a carefree approach to the unfolding events made her giggle. She felt the steadying hands of her husband behind her, and his reassuring voice booming out to their friends in the party. They reached the bottom of the stairs and turned to the left with the crowd - northbound trains. They couldn't have turned right if they'd wanted to! Onto the platform they forged and straight into a waiting carriage, its doors beeping as a signal to close. They squeezed together in the standing spaces between the seats as the doors closed behind them. Laughter and voices filled the overfull carriage as the group struggled to stand firm and hold on, or find something to lean against. Those by the doors stood against the windows, those in the middle reached up to grab the handrails suspended from the trains roof. Sardines in a can. The train was packed. It lurched forwards suddenly, pitching everyone onto the person behind them. They all laughed. They were on their way. As soon as their carriage left the neon lit platform and entered the tunnel, the lights went out. A common occurrence on the tube. Sarah looked through the crowd to see that the carriages in front and behind were lit - it was just theirs that was dark. As if he knew her reaction, she heard her husband say "I'm here honey" and strong, firm hands were placed on her hips. She smiled in the dark. She loved her man - he was so reassuring. She wanted to reach out and take his hand but she couldn't. One hand up on the rail - the other on a side bar for support. She knew she shouldn't have had that last glass of champagne! The train rocked from side to side as it sped on its journey under the city. Voices and laughter filled Sarah's ears with a cacophony of sound. She could hardly hear herself think. The hands at her hips exerted a bit more pressure and started to squeeze her gently. Moving in time with the train almost. "He's being a devil" she thought, and in the darkness she felt a big smile cover her face. She'd been married to him for two years now, and she'd never been happier. His hands became more daring. In the confined space, they moved higher up her side, and then slid lower down her thighs to the hem of her black dress, just above her knees. Her husband loved her legs - they were stunning he'd often say - and he encouraged her to show them off. That's why she'd chosen her little black dress. Very formal, but as equally sexy. Black shoes with killer heels, and stay up stockings. Sarah felt sexy, and certainly looked it. One of his hands left her side and reached up to touch the skin at the nape of her neck. She tingled as she felt the warmth of his skin touch hers for the first time. His fingers found the zip of her dress and slowly pulled it down the length of her back. She couldn't believe what he'd just done! She stood still - too scared to move in case anyone could see what he'd done to her. But in the darkness, and amid all the noise, nothing changed. A strong hand sneaked inside her dress and touched her back. It moved slowly around her side until it lay across her stomach. A big, strong hand. A mans hand. The train pulled into the light of the next station and Sarah froze. She stared at the doors as they opened, scared that they'd be found out. No-one got off, and no-one got on. The light from the station permeated the darkened carriage, but not enough to make a difference. Nothing changed. Then it moved off into the tunnel. Darkness again. His hand made circular motions on her stomach - he knew she liked that. She felt herself moving to accompany him, allowing him freedom within the confines of her dress. His fingers reached upwards towards her breast. His other hand undid her bra from the back in one swift movement. How did he do that so well? She smiled inwardly, but really she didn't care. His fingers slid under her now loose bra and found her nipple. She gasped in the dark as he pinched her rosebud. It sent shockwaves throughout her body. She closed her eyes and swayed with the movement of the train as he brought her nipple to its stiff glory. She held onto the handrails as if she were glued to them. Or shackled. It didn't matter which - she was starting to enjoy this. Her disappointment at his hand leaving her breast was replaced by shock as she felt him reach down and lift the back of her dress slowly up to the top of her ass. "How dare he? Just wait until I get my own back" she thought. But she didn't move. His hand reached down over her ass and his strong fingers slid onto her panties at her crotch. She found herself moving her feet apart to allow him access. Her foot now rested against someone else's, but in the dark she didn't know whose. And by now, she didn't care. His fingers hooked into her panties and pulled them aside. She felt his index finger touch her pussy lips. She took a deep breath as he slid it along her shaved pussy, her wetness becoming apparent to both of them. He reached all the way to her clit, and gently caressed it with his fingertip. Sarah found herself opening her legs even more, bending slightly at the knee, anything to let him feel her. He welcomed the better position and became more urgent. She could feel it in him. His hand caressed her pussy, smearing her wetness all over him, and as they drew into the next station with its platform lights, she felt his finger slip inside her in one movement. The train came to a halt, neither of them moved, and Sarah closed her eyes. It seemed like an eternity. Now that they had light - she wanted darkness. Her legs froze in their position. His finger stayed inside her. She daren't look. The doors opened, a couple people sounded like they alighted, then the swishing of the closing doors, and movement again. Even through closed eyes, Sarah knew as soon as it went dark again as the train noise changed when it entered the next tunnel. At that moment his finger began to move again, feeling inside her, reaching for her special place. Sliding in and out, spreading her wetness over her lips. She arched her back towards him, pushing back as he greedily fingered her pussy. Her mind raced with a thousand reasons why she should stop, and a thousand more why she shouldn't. The drink she'd had egged her on. The thought that no-one knew anyway strengthened that. It was wrong, but it was oh so good. And naughty. She liked naughty. His hand left her pussy for a moment - she was disappointed for a second. Then she felt it return. It was hot. And wet. And throbbing. No! He wouldn't would he? She felt her pulse race. Sweat appeared on her brow. Her heart thumped in her chest. She felt him position himself behind her, moving to gain access. Sarah stayed still. She was dreaming surely? Never on a tube train. His thrust his cock up into her in one movement. She wanted to scream. She wanted to let out a cry. She wanted to moan. But she had to stay quiet. He felt so big inside her. So hard. If he was as turned on as she was, then that was why it felt that way. He filled her to the hilt, his power almost lifting her off her feet. She tightened her grip on the handrail and bar. His hands went to her hips and held her in a vice-like grip. And then he started to withdraw. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her pussy, until just the tip remained between her parted lips, then thrust back inside her, using his full length. His strong arms held her still - only he was moving. The people around them were still chatting and laughing - totally unaware of what they were doing. He did it again. And again. And again. Sarah felt as if she were tied in that one position. Unable to move. She daren't move. He continued to fuck her. He timed his thrusts inside her to the movement and rhythm of the train. Clickety-click. Fuckety-fuck. His cock felt like as hard as iron in her pussy. Her wet lips stretched around his girth, her wetness allowing him faster strokes. His hands tightened on her hips. He began to squeeze her - it almost hurt. Sarah knew he was strong, but this was different. Sarah felt his thrusts quicken until he gave her one final length and held his cock deep inside her. His hands gripped her thighs and she felt him twitch as he pumped his cum inside her. The light of the last station appeared and Sarah let out a stifled scream as the brakes of the train engaged with a screeching that drowned out her own climax. At the very same moment the train halted, he withdrew his cock from her and pulled her dress down over her ass. One swift movement of his other hand and her zip was back to her neck. The doors opened and the fresh air rushed in. Sarah looked up to the exit, her heart still racing in her chest. His hands pushed her towards the opening and she exited the train. Looking down the platform she saw her husband emerge from the next carriage. "There you are honey - I'd thought I'd lost you" he said. Sarah stood still.................... Last Train CHAPTER 1 "Oh no not again!" I gasped as I realised that I had missed the early morning alarm again. This was the third time in the last month I would have to really rush to catch the 7.06 train commute to work. I had started at this big firm in the city less than 6 months ago moving here from the sticks after a desperately failed relationship went belly up. A new start was what I needed to clear my head and get my life back on track so I upped and left the small town where I had been raised to find myself in the big city. It was still hard to feel I belonged here, I didn't know that many people only the few I immediately worked with but they all seemed to have such busy lives, meeting deadlines and having a boss that expected everyone to do what they were paid to do without idle chit chat, so they didn't really stop and socialise with other work colleagues. I ran to the train station and luckily just managed to jump in the carriage before the doors closed behind me. Feeling utterly bedraggled and flustered I tried to apply a little lipstick and some mascara, not very successfully I admit due to the jostling of the crowded carriage and the movement of the train over the tracks. "Oh well I can always rush into the rest room at work before going up to the tenth floor. Thankfully the elevator was mirrored so I could put some finishing touches together before reaching my floor." I muttered to myself. I arrived at my desk with barely two minutes to spare before the boss appeared as he did every morning to check his troops were in place and issue orders and allocate tasks to be completed before disappearing into his own office at the end of the corridor. With head down I set to work and didn't stop except to grab a sandwich from the machine in the hall way outside our large office when my stomach started to grumble as I hadn't eaten breakfast. I ate it at my desk, no one was chatting, all were too busy and conscious of the boss just down the hall and the half yearly assessment report which was due on each employee. A good report could mean a raise in the pay packet and for some the possibility of moving up the pecking order, so everyone was concentrating on their own particular task and not bothering with anyone else. Finally the clock showed it was time to close down the computers and tidy desks before joining the hordes of other commuters on the streets and at the train station. I arrived at my little one bedroomed apartment tired and miserable after a soul destroying day. "Why oh why can't city people be friendly and talk to each other? All they do is rush around and keep their heads down not making eye contact, not smiling at others. Ah I miss my old life in the small town. '' I gloomily thought. I didn't even have a pet to talk to as they weren't allowed in this building so had to revert to talking to myself. After rustling up something to eat I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and settled down on the sofa with only the old TV for company. Flicking through the channels I couldn't find anything I wanted to watch it all seemed to be doom and gloom or boring talk shows. A couple of glasses of wine later I decided to go to bed and try to sleep although what I really wanted was some one to talk to and even have a cuddle with. I missed the contact of being part of a couple, the closeness and sense of belonging, the warm feeling inside when that special person is around. The following week was much the same as the previous one, rushing to catch the train because the alarm clock was definitely on its way out, I must buy a new one very soon I thought as for the umpteenth time the alarm did not go off at the designated time. Luckily I always managed to get to work before the boss showed up for his daily inspection of his troops and allocation of tasks but it was always a struggle to arrive before him. Monday arrived again after an uneventful weekend spent doing household chores and lounging around in my pjs, the weather was wet and cold outside and for some reason I couldn't motivate myself to go out even to buy a new alarm clock. "Oh shit!!'' I grumbled in a panic, not only had the alarm not gone off but when I looked outside I could see flurries of snow coming down which would inevitable make the traffic much slower than it normally is. Grabbing my coat and scarf I rushed to the train station to see the back end of the carriages pulling out of the station. "Oh shit shit shit!' I moaned "I've definitely missed my train. Now I'll be late for work and the boss is bound to notice I am not sat at my desk when he does his rounds'' The next one was due on another platform in four minutes so rushing and hurrying through the crowds I just managed to jump on before that too left the station. This carriage wasn't quite as crowded as my usual one so I was able to find a seat thankfully and try to apply some lipstick and mascara in relative comfort. The rocking of the carriage didn't help but somehow I managed and made myself a little bit more presentable. Finishing up and putting my items back in my bag I looked up and saw someone watching me with what looked like a shy smile playing on his face. Embarrassed I quickly looked away, although I am now used to applying my make up on the train I don't usually get noticed much, because other women are doing much the same and the train is too crowded to stand out. During the journey I kept finding my eyes drawn to the young man further down the carriage. He had light brown hair neatly cut, he was dressed in a smart suit with what looked like good muscular shoulders filling it out. He was taller than me I guessed about 6' or a tad more. What really stood out for me was his eyes - they were a sparkling blue that seemed to twinkle when he looked at me. "Oh lord he's gorgeous and I bet he knows it too. I bet he's got loads of girlfriends or will even be married. Just my luck. The first time I see someone that wakes my libido and he'll be unavailable!' I thought Arriving at work ( luckily for me the snow had made the boss late and I was at my desk when he finally arrived) my mind kept drifting to the stranger on the train and I could not concentrate fully on my allocated tasks so when the end of the day came round I was glad to be able to go home and fantasise. After grabbing a bite to eat and a glass or two of wine I had a shower and I lay on my bed with my dildo for company and let my imagination take over. It had been a long time since I had felt the aching and tremors deep inside. Sometime during the six months of being in the city I had bought the sex toy with which to help relieve my frustrations I had forcibly refused to dwell on the things I was missing preferring to let myself believe I was better off without a man rather than be in an unhappy relationship. I had concentrated on work and trying to settle in the big city. The following days and nights I spent a great deal of time thinking of the Adonis (and making use of my imagination and dildo) and hoping I would see him again even from a distance but alas he was not on my usual train. I accepted and got used to the thought he and I would not see each other again not while I had to catch the 7.06 train to get to work on time and I couldn't afford to be late for work too often unless I was willing to be fired. "Drat shit and double shit; When is my life going to be improved and how am I going to find someone to hold and love, when all I do is go to work, go home, go to work , go home, go to work..." Because of the snow which was hanging about and cloaking everything white it was then I decided to risk catching the later train again and blaming the weather if the boss saw me come in to work later than I should have. Yes yes yes there he is standing at the end near the doors reading his newspaper. Every now and again he looked around the carriage as if looking for an empty seat and I was praying the woman sat next to me would get off at the next station and he would come and sit next to me. Our eyes met over the back of the seats and he smiled at me, and I'm sure there was a twinkle in his sparkling blue eyes when he recognised me from previously. I smiled shyly back at him and hoped he was into telepathy as the thoughts I was thinking featured him and me sated after a night of wild passion. I felt myself heat up and felt a damp patch as I blushed. Adonis must have noticed the change of colour to my cheeks because his smile widened and he winked at me before getting off the train, (when did we reach the station?) It was my destination so I hurriedly untangled myself from the seat and practically climbed over the woman who sat next to me, so I would not lose sight of Adonis in the jostling crowds. There he is just up ahead. Pushing myself through the throng I was almost within reach when some sixth sense must have made him stop and turn round so I practically fell over him! He caught me in his arms and that smile lit up my world and his face. Beautiful straight white teeth and lips so kissable were only inches away from mine. Oh the will power I needed not to take full advantage and act the damsel in distress! "I am so sorry" he said quietly "I didn't mean to stop so suddenly, ...but I was just thinking of you and decided to go back to the carriage and see if you were still there." "My lordy, no need to apologise at all I shouldn't have been too close, ...but I didn't want to lose sight of you. I've been thinking of you as well since I first saw you." We both looked into each others' eyes and the smiles lit up our faces and we laughed together. Feeling like a teenager with an infatuation we linked arms to get out of the station and found a coffee bar nearby where we both ordered a latte. "I can't believe I am sat here with a perfect stranger, and I mean perfect, drinking coffee instead of going into work. My boss will go ape shit but what the hell I will phone him and say I'm sick and won't be in today." "Yeh me too. You have been on my mind since that first day I saw you on the train and I have been looking out for you ever since. I had almost given up, today was to be my last day on the late train. I normally travel on the 7.06 but that morning I had overslept so was on the one after." I gasped and burst out laughing almost choking on the mouthful of coffee as I explained that was my usual train but I was hoping to see him on the later train thinking that was his normal one. I had only caught the later train because I had overslept too. Having decided to play hookey from work we spent the time together talking and laughing, it seemed we had known each other for years rather than just a few hours. He showed me a few of the sights and we had lunch in a small intimate restaurant we found down a short street among the shopping area. Later we arranged to meet that evening for dinner and to get to know each other some more. As we parted he gave me a kiss on the lips with the promise of better to come. Mmm it tasted delicious and I was on a floating cloud all the way home. Reaching my one bedroomed apartment I began to search through my meagre wardrobe for something to wear this evening. I wanted it to be sexy but not tarty, feminine but not fussy. It had been a long time since I had been on a date. Eventually I chose my all time stand by favourite, a knee length black dress. It had a shrug to cover my shoulders and a short slit at the side that reached half way up my thigh. With the right jewellery, a simple gold chain and bracelet and matching shoes and handbag the outfit looked real classy. I stepped under the warm water of the shower and using the rose scented soap I soaped my breasts and noticed my nipples were stood out proud and I was aware of a tingling in my pussy which I took as an indication of what could be happening in a few hours when my Adonis came to pick me up. In my bedroom I stood in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom and scrutinised my body, "I hope I don't disappoint him or he disappoint me" I thought as I turned and twisted to see my reflection. Now I am no model, but at 26 years of age I do have a nice body, good firm 36c boobs and a small waist and well proportioned hips. My legs are shapely and end with my true blonde mound which I prefer to be natural. Waxing is so painful why go to that bother? While looking at myself I found my fingers had travelled to my pussy and was gently rubbing my clit making me wet and even hornier than ever. Oh that felt so nice. "No need for my toys tonight hopefully," I said to my reflection smiling. CHAPTER 2 At 7pm on the dot my bell sounded and there stood Tom ( this was Adonis' name but to me he will always be Adonis) dressed very smartly in a dark blue suit with a lighter blue shirt casually undone at the neck. "Hello my darling", he silkily uttered, "I hope I'm not too early but I couldn't wait much longer to see you again." My knees felt weak as I fell into his arms and whispered he was just in time, in between his soft kisses. The kisses went on for ages and when we eventually came up for air we started giggling like a couple of adolescents. "Suzi you look amazing. Good enough to eat in fact." he murmured in my ear making me feel wetter still. "Instead of going out to eat, how about we stay in and eat?" "Yeh that would be perfect, only problem is I haven't done any food shopping and the cupboards are almost bare!" "Oh I wasn't thinking of eating food, I would much rather eat you Suzi" he grinned covering my face, neck and shoulders in sweet warm kisses. I could feel a warmth rise up from somewhere and then his hands slid down my body caressing me until they found my perky nipples, he slipped the zip of my dress and undid my bra with one hand while the other was exploring areas untouched for months by anyone but me and my faithful dildo. His kisses were soft and delicious and sent a tingling all through me as he sucked on my nipples, and massaged my tits. I began undoing his shirt buttons and stroking his nice firm muscular chest (he had just the right amount of manly chest hair) my fingers caressed his nipples and I slid my hand down his tight stomach to undo his button and zip. I could see and feel the bulge and was eager to touch it and see it without clothes in the way. Murmuring softly we undressed each other as we stood in my lounge. "Wow what a specimen!" I thought as he stood there with his 7inch dick pointing at me and dripping pre cum. I dropped to my knees and began to lick his dick and gently suck the pre cum around its head. Delicious juices played on the tip of my tongue as I took his throbbing dick into my mouth. Adonis gasped and gave out a soft moan as his full girth and length entered and my head bobbed backwards and forwards along his long shaft at the same time as I was stroking his balls Playing and licking, sucking and licking I could sense the moment of climax arriving as his balls tightened and his body started to tremble, I looked up from my position still with his dick wrapped in my lips and smiled (as best as I could considering I had my mouth full!), he had his eyes closed and a smile of pure pleasure on his face. His hands were gently stroking and tugging my hair keeping it away from my face saying, "OMG I am gonna cum any minute Yes Yes Yeees! I want to come all over you" My mouth actions became faster and more urgent as I sucked and licked his cum out squeezing every last drop and swallowing what I could. There was so much, the strings of jeez were dripping down my chin onto my tits and in my hair. I sucked and squeezed with my lips and tongue every last drop and Adonis went weak at the knees until eventually his dick softened. He lifted me up and carried me over to the bedroom where he laid me down saying he was now going to give me some of the pleasure. Laying down above and next to me he began to suckle on my tits which were stood at attention and played lightly with his long tongue, around my aureoles almost bringing me to climax. Wow he sure could use his tongue! Soon he began travelling over my flat belly making delicate touches around my belly button and down to the edge of my lower lips following with sweet kisses and sucking. His fingers found my clit and began to massage and rub in small circles until I thought I would burst. His tongue licked and played around my clit arousing me even more (if that was possible!) I was so wet and eager for his dick I was groaning and pushing my pussy up and down into his mouth to feel his tongue enter me. After a while he positioned himself above me and taking hold of his now hard dick entered my pussy, I was so wet he went in so easily, his shaft was beautiful and hard and filled me completely. I could feel his balls as he pushed and pounded into me and the sensation was electrifying sending me into spasms of ecstasy. "Yes Yes Yes I'm cumming Oh yes!" Groaning and murmuring, bucking and pulsating we had mind blowing sex for a couple of hours before we were spent up and were forced to take a break. Wrapped in each others arms we slept for a short while before resuming where we had left off. Last Train Coming Tony scrambled down the steps of the tube station, he must catch the last train or it was going to be an expensive taxi home. Running now, he reached the last carriage and just got on board before the train headed north towards home. It had been a late night in the office that led to drinks in the pub and before he knew it Tony was feeling a little drunk. He surveyed around him and realised there was only one other couple on the carriage. They were totally engrossed with each other and had probably not even seen him. After a couple of minutes he glanced back at the couple and realised that the tall black-haired girl was having her breasts squeezed and nipples tweaked. Tony slunk low in his seat and continued to watch. The girl was by now beginning to react to the massage her tits were receiving. Her boyfriend was getting more adventurous and Tony could see that he had released her breasts from her bra and the most erect nipples he had seen in a long time were on full show. Checking around, Tony released his dick from his jeans and could not resist playing with himself while he witnessed the amorous couple at play. Tony saw the guys hands lower from her breasts and start to pull up her short denim skirt. It took about 30 seconds before Tony realised that the girl wasn't wearing any knickers and he felt his cock stiffen even further at the sight of a deeply hairy black pussy. He was now pumping on his own dick with mounting excitement as one then two fingers were inserted in to the forest he saw before him. The girl was now doing her best to remain quiet but the panting was clearly evident as the guy's fingers began to fuck her pussy with increasing speed. Her climax was not long in arriving and she lifted herself from the seat and spread her legs wider as she came over his fingers. The guy released his fingers and brought them to her mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick at her cum juice before she sucked hard on his fingers. The girl calmed after her orgasm subsided and it was clear she intended to reciprocate the pleasure for her boyfriend. She unzipped his trousers and took out a prize cock, which Tony estimated at about 9 inches long and much thicker than his. She lowered her head towards his cock, her tongue teasing the head and then it was encased as her whole mouth gorged on his manhood. Her head bobbed up and down as the guy moaned with pleasure. As the girl raised her head she looked over in Tony's direction and realising he was witnessing their pleasure she turned to her boyfriend and whispered in his ear. They both looked over and Tony and smiled. The girl shouted at him to come and join them and in a flash Tony was seated in the seat opposite, his cock still standing to attention outside his trousers. The girl fell to her knees and moved over to Tony, without saying a word, she took hold of his cock and slowly started to wank him. Her fingers were expertly handling Tony and he could feel his orgasm fast approaching. The girl sensed this and began to pump faster and faster. He could not hold back any longer and with a groan of release and pleasure his cum exploded from his cock hitting the girl on her chin and then dripping down on to her exposed tits. The girl began to rub the sticky juice all over her tits and licked onto her tongue the remains on her chin. The boyfriend stood and came over towards Tony. He began to rub his cock against the girls tits and as he did so, Tony's fresh cum coated his throbbing cock. The girl began to pump his cock just as she had with Tony's. Tony watched as the guy moaned in pleasure. At this point the girl grabbed Tony's hand and placed it over her boyfriend's dick. His first instinct was to pull away but something stopped him and he took up where the girl had left off, pulling at the foreskin with his fingers and gathering speed as he did so. Tony couldn't believe himself, but he was already stiff again, he looked at the girl who gave him a wicked smile. Tony realised the guy's breathing was heavier and he quickened his movements. The girl was now stroking her pussy as she surveyed Tony and her boyfriend. Tony realised from the glazed expression that the guy was about to explode; he grasped his cock even harder as cum shot out of the end of his dick and hit Tony in the face. Quick as flash, the girl was licking at Tony's chin as she hungrily swallowed the fresh deposit. Sitting back now, the girl furiously rubbed her clitoris as semen dripped from her mouth. She came almost instantly and collapsed with a huge smile on her face. With that the couple adjusted their clothing, walked to the exit and jumped off at the next stop. Tony, somewhat bemused, realised he had never even got their names! Last Train Home Phew! Louise thought to herself as she slid onto the train, just as the doors slid shut behind her; missing the last train would have meant about a £50 taxi fair home. She had been out for a few drinks in the city with some friends and was looking forward to bed; she just hated the hour long train journey home. Settling into the first seat she could find, she laid her head back and prepared to relax. There were no more than 50 people on the train and she had managed to get a booth with two rows of chairs facing each other all to herself. She slipped her shoes off, put her headphones on and closed her eyes. She awoke with a sensation that someone had joined her on the seats. She kept her eyes closed as she took a moment to recall where she was. Realizing that the train doors had opened, she briefly opened her eyes to look out of the window. Recognising the name, she realised that it was the last stop before her own. She didn't get too excited though, because she knew that it was still another half an hour's journey. She adjusted her position on the chair, leaning back so that she could peep from under hey eyelid to see who had joined her at her seat. Her heart skipped a couple of beats when she realised that it was not just one person that had joined her, but a group of 3 men; one next to her and 2 opposite. She couldn't really risk opening her eyes more to look around the carriage for fear they would realise she was awake, but she got the feeling that the train was considerably quieter than it had been when she had first gotten on. Why had this group decided to sit with her? Surely there were plenty of free seats? Luckily, the album she had been listening to had reached the end, so she was able to listen in to their conversation, while the men had probably assumed the music was still playing. A bearded man with mid-length, flicky hair was speaking. 'I'm telling you dude, she's definitely asleep.' Louise couldn't see the man next to her, but heard his gruff reply, 'she's fucking sexy dude; and with that tight top she's wearing, she's just asking for trouble.' Louise suddenly felt very conscious of eyes, staring at her pert tits, straining against her low cut black vest top; but she couldn't do anything to cover up without giving up the fact that she was awake and could hear the men. Suddenly a bright light flashed near to her; she involuntarily clenched her eyes shut to shield from the light, she knew instantly what was going on. 'Dude,' the man next to her said, 'this photo shows pretty much all the way down her top, 'check it out.' Louise peeped again and saw a phone being passed across the small plastic table which separated the seats. 'Fucking sweet,' said the short haired blonde man opposite, 'imagine fucking blowing your load over those bad boys!' 'Imagine it?' Asked the bearded man next to him, 'fuck dude... why just imagine it?' Louise's heart was pounding in her chest now. What could she do? She was trapped. She begged for something...anything to help her. Her luck was in. 'Hey fellas...' she heard a voice from across the aisle somewhere. Oh thank God, a saviour, she thought, 'I really don't think it's appropriate to talk like that. There's plenty of room on the train, why not let the lady sleep?' Louise could have kissed him. Surely now they would move away and that would be the end of it. Surely? 'Fuck you, you fucking loser.' Came the reply from the man next to her. She felt him swivel to face the voice that had confronted them. 'What the fuck are you going to do? There's nobody else on the train; you think you could take all three of us? Go right the fuck ahead!' A long, awkward silence followed. Louise begged for the man to reply; anything that could save her. Threaten them with the police or something. But the silence was all she could hear. Carl knew that the pussy who had spoken up was not going to come to the girl's rescue. Just looking at him as he had spoken the threat had been enough to confirm to him that he was no have a go hero. He felt his cock throbbing in his jeans as the thoughts of what he wanted to do to this sexy sleeping little slut coursed through his mind. He stared hard at those perky tits and longed to mash and maul them with his hands. He unzipped his jeans and allowed his thick, throbbing member to spring free. 'Dude, Carl! No way!' Adam, the bearded dude exclaimed as he realised what Carl had done. 'Sick dude!' Came Jim, the blonde's response. 'Watch this,' Louise heard Carl's gruff voice speak, just before she felt her hand being grabbed and yanked down and across to come into contact with his hot, thick muscle. She sat bolt upright at the realisation of what was going on. 'What the fuck?' She cried as her headphones slid off. 'Dude, she's awake!' Came Adam's voice. 'You like that you sexy slut?' Carl said, as her gripped her hand around his cock and began to work it up and down; her resistance only adding to his pleasure. 'Get off of me!' She yelled, trying, in vain, to pull her hand free of his firm grip; she felt the heat of his cock in her hand. 'Yeah,' Carl growled, as he used her hand to pump his shaft up and down. 'This fucking rocks!' Adam exclaimed as he felt his own cock throbbing in excitement. 'Yeah it does.' Jim agreed as he released his own cock from its confines and grabbed at the pretty brunette's ankles as she flailed her feet about in panic. He firmly and easily pulled them to his crotch and slid his pulsing member in between the soles of her bare feet. She continued to wail in protest as the two strong men used her hands and feet to pleasure themselves; her cries only seeming to add to their twisted delight. 'About time you shut up I think pretty lady.' Carl said as he leant forward and grabbed her head firmly in his big hand. She took a deep, shocked breath as her mind tried to comprehend what was happening. Before she could even react, her shocked, open mouth was being forced down and around his thick cock. He pushed himself all the way to the back of her throat, gausing her to gag and choke as the head of his prick banged up inside her. It came back out with a thick, oozing glob of saliva, which he used to lubricate his member on subsequent thrusts. The harder she resisted, the harder and deeper he went; all the while, her attempts to kick free of Jim sitting opposite were proving futile. He continued to slide his length up and down her arched soles; providing running commentary on how good her sexy feet felt wrapped around his cock. Adam sat wanking his cock up and down watching the debasement of this sexy little brunette slut; he loved the way that it looked so right for her full red lips to be wrapped around the shaft of a cock. She was born to do this kind of shit; her body was the perfect fucking machine and he and his two buddies were sent to service that machine. Carl decided that it was time to move the show forward. Releasing her head and allowing her to come up, gasping and spluttering for air, he wasted no time in sliding his hands around her petite frame and hoisting her up and out of the seat. Her feet finally free, she kicked and wriggled for all her worth as Carl picked her up; but she quickly realised it was pointless. He was far too big and well built to be affected by anything she could do. She felt completely powerless as he plonked her down on the table and instructed Jim to pin her hands down behind her head. 'Adam, this is yours buddy;' she saw Carl beckon to the bearded dude as he slid back down onto the seat. He looked at her laying on the table and spoke, with a wink. 'This dude licks a mean fucking pussy. Adam jumped to his feet and quickly and expertly unbuttoned the fly of her mini skirt. Paying no heed to her frail kicks, he hooked his thumb around two belt loops and whisked down her skirt and red lace thong in one swift movement. She fought to free her hands in an attempt to cover her modesty, but Jim held her easily and Carl had begun to massage her firm tits through her top. But Carl's hand was the last thing on her mind as she felt her legs pushed roughly apart and a hot, wet tongue pressing firmly against the lips of her shaven pussy. 'Ohh fuck,' she wailed as his tongue parted her lips and pushed deep inside; the length and thickness of her tongue surprising her as he came into contact with her g-spot. 'Sexy slut tastes fucking sweet.' Adam said as he came for air, licking his lips with a relish. He wasted no time in going back down, easily keeping her protesting thighs parted with the palms of his hands. Louise couldn't help the feelings of pure pleasure that coursed through her body as his expert tongue worked magic inside of her throbbing pussy. She flushed deep with shame and fought to keep herself from moaning as Adam continued to tongue fuck her. Jim wanted in on the action, so used just one hand to restrain her hands. With his free one, he grabbed at Louise's head and pulled her towards the end of the table and his waiting cock. Her gasp was once again taken advantage of as she felt Jim's thick, throbbing cock invade her throat. He bobbed her head up and down on his cock as Adam continued to tongue fuck her. Despite her most fierce resistance a fire was beginning to smoulder in the pit of her stomach. She felt an orgasm slowly building and the feeling of her tits being pulled free and the feeling of Carl's thick, hot cock pressing up against her bare flesh only made things worse. Adam could sense the orgasm building from the way she began to twitch and gyrate her fleshy pussy against his face. He doubled his efforts and received an almost immediate payoff. Louise felt the waves of shame and embarrassment hit her just as hard as the deep, throbbing orgasm that rocked her body to the core. She moaned and wailed out loud around Jim's throbbing cock and hungrily sucked at his pole as she felt her pussy juices flooding out and coating Adam's face; his tongue continuing to electrify her g-spot as he prolonged and intensified her climax. 'Look at this slut cum,' Carl whooped as he saw her writhing on the table. He had discarded his jeans at this point and so turned to rummage through the pocket. Quickly retrieving his phone, he snapped the camera and quickly began to record the scene before him. He loved how the HD camera picked up all of the contours of her sexy, lithe body as she writhed in ecstasy. 'My turn now,' Carl said as he stood up and quickly tossed the camera to Adam. Gripping Louise's bare feet he pulled them wide apart before stepping in and pressing the bulbous head of his cock against her dripping wet snatch. 'You're gonna fucking love this.' Louise felt her head spinning as Carl slid his entire length deep inside of her tight, wet pussy. She fought and fought to free her hands, but Jim held firm as he continued to fuck her face. Adam provided commentary as he filmed the whole thing. Carl began to thrust, hard and deep, all the way in and then removing the entire length, before sliding it back in with one, fluid motion. 'Slut's fucking loving this, aren't you?' She heard Adam addressing her. 'Look at you, writhing about on a train table, getting fucked by three perfect strangers; while one shocked fucking moron watches on with a sizeable bulge in his crotch. I bet he'd fucking love to have a little slut like you suck his cock.' Carl continued, 'I bet he'd much rather do that than stand up for your honour. Isn't that right buddy?' Carl asked him. There was no response. 'If I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Do you want to save her, or have her suck your cock?' 'Dude...' Came a quiet reply. Louise was too busy getting fucked in her pussy and mouth to pick up on much of what was going on; but the camera picked it all up perfectly. 'Dude isn't an answer dick,' Jim waded into the conversation. 'Hero or face fucker?' '...face fucker...' came the reply eventually. 'Ha! Knew you'd come good buddy!' Carl replied as he pulled himself out of Louise and whisked her from the table. 'Whip it out then dude.' As he spoke he held her up like a rag doll as he quickly whisked off her remaining clothes to leave her standing, fully nude on the train. In her confused and dazed mind, she realised that at some point, the three men had managed to completely strip off too; so at least she wasn't the only naked one on the train. She took that as some form of strange consolation. Adam took over and easily forced her to her knees before her hero; who had pulled out his own fair sized member and held it firmly in his hand. She managed a quick look up at his face and at least he had the good grace to look away as her mouth was forced down onto his waiting prick. 'Yeah slut,' came Jim's voice above her as he hovered in with the camera; 'suck your hero's cock.' Louise's perky little arse was hoisted up into the air and she felt a firm and appreciative slap across her buttock. She flushed as an overwhelming sense of arousal pulsed through her system. 'Fuck me that's a sexy little arse.' She heard Adam say as her positioned herself behind her and quickly slid his length into her cunt. 'Holy shit that's tight,' she heard Adam exclaim as he gripped her slim waist and began to piston his length deep inside of her. As they continued to fuck her, she felt her arms being pulled to the side and her hands placed onto waiting cocks. She took the hint, now way beyond any form of resistance; she began to pump her hands up and down her abuser's cocks. 'Fuck yeah; she's accepting herself for the lean, mean, fucking machine that she is.' Carl said as he hi-fived Jim and Adam. He looked down to her former hero, his face in pure heaven as he watched this mesmerising beauty suck on his cock; but not just suck it, make fucking love to it. Her tongue caressed the underside of his shaft and each time she applied the suction it was just enough to edge him that little bit closer to heaven. 'Dude,' Carl said, breaking his reverie, 'force her head down; she loves that shit. The hero did just that; he grabbed handfuls of her long, silky hair and pushed her down hard, thrusting his cock forward to meet her oncoming throat. She gagged and coughed around his cock, so he pulled out and did it again, loving how her thick saliva lubricated his member. Louise buckled to successive orgasms as first Adam fucked her long and hard and then Jim and Carl took their own turns in fucking her with their powerful tools to countless climaxes. She moaned and wailed around the thick cock which had made its home in her throat and felt her whole body flush with the powerful feelings that were rocking her universe. After what seemed like an age she sensed a quickening in the men's thrusts; by now her pussy juices had begun to pool on the floor around her knees and her well used cunt was beginning to feel rather raw. So it was something of a relief when she was pulled and twisted away and around, so that now her pussy was at her hero's disposal and she found her mouth confronted by three demanding cocks to service. 'That's it slut, suck them in turn.' Carl encouraged and she needed no further prompts; she merely reached out and began to work her mouth up and down each of the throbbing poles in turn. She began to bounce around as she felt her hero's cock plunge deep inside and his quick and hard thrusts sent further shockwaves of pleasure surging through her body. 'Ohhh fuck,' she moaned and wailed in between cocks as the pulsing and throbbing cock inside her began to twitch. She grabbed the nearest cock and swallowed it, deep and hard; sucking it hungrily as she felt her hero's cock explode deep inside of her spraying wave after wave of his hot spunk. This triggered another explosive orgasm in her and she continued to suck hungrily on Jim's cock, willing him over the edge. Jim felt his cum rushing to the tip of his cock and pulled his head free just in time. His first wave hit Louise smack in the eyes, causing her to blink hard in shock. But there was no time to react really, as his next wave quickly followed and splashed, hard against her chin. He sprayed his load over her face as her hero emptied himself deep inside of her. The camera caught all the expressions on faces as Carl panned it around the train. Taking his own cock he began to pound it now to climax; looking down upon the sexy little slut beneath him as he took aim at her cheek. He caught her off guard as she was still face on to Jim as he pumped his cock over her lips. She span, shocked, just in time for the next blast to hit her right nostril and splat up and into her hair. She came again at the vulgarity of it all and felt her pussy walls cramp tight around the shaft of her hero... who was still fucking hard! She quickly began to fuck herself on his cock, milking his entire thick length with her well fucked pussy. 'Holy fuck dude,' Came her hero's voice, 'I think i'm gonna fucking cum again!' This caused Louise to fuck even harder and she turned her mouth to meet her one last cock; determined to swallow his entire load. She just managed to get Adam's cock into her mouth before she felt the first blast of his hot, salty spunk spurting out from the tip; triggering a huge orgasm inside of her and sending her hero over the edge for the 2nd time in just over a minute. Adam gripped the back of her head and forced his cock to the back of her throat as he unloaded his entire load into her pretty little mouth. 'Holy fuck dudes!' Carl exclaimed after the mayhem had subsided; he gave high fives all around, including to his new friend 'The Hero'. 'Man, we're nearly fucking there!' Jim said as they felt the train slowing. Louise heard movement and shuffling all around but was far too busy coming down from the unbelievably epic fucking she had just received to open her eyes. But she felt the train when it came to a stop and felt her clothes as they were dumped onto her body. 'Sweetheart, you were fucking beautiful!' Adam said as he slapped her hard on her buttock before he stepped over her and left the train. Louise quickly sat up and dressed; thankfully it was the last stop, so the train wasn't leaving to go anywhere. She stood shakily to her feet and checked to make sure that all of her possessions were still there; they were. As she stumbled out into the cool night air, she felt a buzzing in her pocket. Taking her phone out she saw she had received a message. It was her friend. - Had a good nite tonite. Same again nxt wk? - Louise keyed in the reply. - Yeh, defo x - She just knew that she would be on that last train home... Last Train to Aldwych A good pickpocket learns to select his prey early on, so that he or she can study their movements, their characteristics and mannerisms and most importantly, their apparent state of mind. Because, if a punter looks like they're lost in thought, have things on their mind, so to speak, that means their guard is down and they're vulnerable. I'd followed this geezer down the escalator from the street. He was wearing a trilby and his loose-fitting, double-breasted suit-jacket was perfect for a 'dip'. He was as good a prospect as I was likely to find on that hot Wednesday afternoon. You develop a sixth sense about these things and I anticipated an easy afternoon's work. The platform at Leicester Square tube station gets pretty crowded between half-past-four and six o'clock with the rush hour and I made sure I stayed close to the bloke in the trilby because I didn't want to get separated from him when we all bundled into the train. I could feel the air being forced out of the tunnel by the approaching train. It was like a tropical breeze against my face. I saw the headlight emerge from the tunnel mouth, like a miner coming up to the surface of the ground after a doing a shift below. The mournful whine of electric motors was virtually drowned out by the ear-splitting roar and clatter of steel on steel. I felt my heart beat faster with the anticipation of what was to come and a little flurry of butterflies in my guts. No matter how many 'dips' and 'picks' I make I still get the same excitement as when I did my first job at Wimbledon dog track. I've been told by the older hands that once that 'buzz' goes it's time to give up. Good advice I reckon, because if you've got no heart in it, you're not going to be any good and sooner or later you'll get caught. For the first time it struck me how oddly he was dressed. He looked kind of out-of-step with time. Up on the street I'd had him down as an office type, but on thinking about it now I reckon he wouldn't have looked out of place carrying a violin case in an old Humphrey Bogart movie. That's not to say he looked much of a threat... not to me anyway. I can handle myself alright... and I can also make myself pretty scarce when I have to. Anyway, this geezer was well old, about 40. He didn't fit in anywhere with today's fashions, not that I'm a slave to it myself. Give me my old jeans, bomber jacket and trainers and I'm happy as Larry. But I always do go to 'work' in a suit, a matter of pride and principle I suppose. And I find people don't get the jitters about you. Anyway, like I was saying, this bloke was dressed really weird - I mean, who wears chalk-stripe suits and paisley ties these days? But there was something strange too about the train as it squealed to a halt at the platform. It looked kind of ancient, old carriages from a long ago. I knew that the rolling stock on the Piccadilly Line had been replaced with new because I'd worked it only last month, so it was kind of spooky to see this old relic with its sets of sliding doors now yawning open, hissing air, sucking us all into its sweat-stenched, worm-like innards. Perhaps it had been brought out of retirement as a stand-in while one of the new trains was being serviced. I thought little more about it as we all bundled into the carriage, with me keeping a close tail on 'trilby', meaning I was only half-a-step behind him. He reminded me of one of those guys you see in old wartime movies, the bloke who can get hold of all-sorts, especially some nice fancy underwear for the soldiers' wives who were left at home -- and at a 'knock-down' price. He was dressed like a spiv, a bit like that bloke from Dad's Army. I knew it would be standing room only. It always is on the 5:15 northbound from Leicester Square. It was just perfect. I huddled up close to him, breathing a sigh of relief when he reached for an overhead support because he couldn't get a seat. That would've been game over as far as I was concerned - night-night, nurse! But my luck was in. Mind you, he did honk a bit, kind of mothballs and a rotting smell. Still, I wouldn't have to poke up with it for long because I'd planned to get off at Holborn. We stopped at Covent Garden and I knew there wouldn't be many getting off there. It was far too early for the theatres. But equally I knew a few more would get on and really squeeze us up. And that would be my cue to lift the geezer's wallet, which is exactly what I did once we'd moved off again. But it was a strange sensation putting my arm around him and my hand into his inside pocket. It was kind of cold and damp and I couldn't wait to get my hand out again... with a nice fat wallet in it of course. It gave me a bit of a shudder to be honest. Anyway, I quickly slipped it in my side pocket and that was that. So far, so good. Now you might think a pickpocket would leave his own wallet at home. Well, some might, but I like to have mine with me. I mean, although I make a career out of taking other people's, I still find a certain comfort in knowing I have my own with me. It's just one of those things. Of course, understandably, I'm naturally cautious when it comes to mine - you're never quite sure what kind of undesirables are going to cross your path when you're out and about. But that's not to say pick-pocketing isn't an honourable profession; it has a proud tradition. It's just that there's some pretty dishonest people out there and you can't be too careful. Anyway, what we 'dippers' do, just to be on the safe side, is attach our wallet to our person by a chain, bit like a watch chain, so it can't be nicked. There you go... I'm giving away trade secrets now. Now the thing is, between Covent Garden and Holborn stations there's a disused one that was the Aldwych stop which mainly served the theatre, but it got closed down a long while back because it wasn't profitable, and there was some safety issues with the lifts. So I was right surprised when the train squealed to a halt there because it shouldn't have done. I thought we'd stopped for a signal, but then the doors nearest to me hissed open and the geezer got out. I couldn't believe it. Nobody else seemed to take a blind bit of notice. And another funny thing... when the doors closed and I looked out after him, he was nowhere to be seen, Like he'd just disappeared into thin air. I don't scare easily, but I swear my legs were about as useful as a chocolate teapot right at that moment and I had to reach out for the hand rail on the back of a seat pretty damn quick, otherwise the floor was coming up to meet my face. "Did you see that bloke get off just then?" I said, to no one in particular as I looked around the carriage. But they all looked at me like I was barmy. "You must have seen him, for Christ's sake?" But they just stared. It was like in one of those Hammer House of Horrors things where all the people in the village are in cahoots with each other, or in some sort of sect. They look at you suspiciously, but never speak, because you're an outsider. Anyway, at Holborn station I got off and took the escalator to ground level. I thought I'd stop off at The Clover Leaf pub before I made my way home. I needed a stiff drink after what I'd been through. I felt for 'trilby's' wallet in my side pocket. It was still there, nice and snug. At least that was real. I would check through it once I'd got myself into a nice little corner with my scotch... might just turn out to be a nice little 'earner'. When it came to paying for my drink I thought I'd have enough change in my trouser pocket. But you know London pub prices. I didn't have enough, so I reached into my inside pocket for my own wallet and got another shock. It wasn't there. I frantically felt for the chain and pulled that out. There was nothing on the end, only the wire loop that the wallet had been attached to. "I don't believe it," I said to the barman. "I've been robbed." And then I remembered the geezer's wallet I'd just nicked and got that out. I opened it. I couldn't believe my eyes. Not a credit card in sight, and there was just one note tucked in it. I took it out and looked at it, not recognising it as being anything I'd seen before. It looked much bigger than normal fivers and tenners. "What you got there?" said the barman. "I-I'm not sure... I think it's foreign." I could feel my heart sinking, and a kind of cold panic taking over. "Let's have a look... Blimey, where did you get that?" he said. "It's a blinkin' ten bob note. They went out with the bleedin' ark." I fumbled around inside the wallet for more money, searching all the compartments, but there was nothing else... that is, apart from a theatre ticket for The Aldwych. I took that out in some forlorn hope that it would change my fortunes. I held it in my shaking hand while I read the words printed on it in disbelief: Complimentary Ticket THE ALDWYCH THEATRE Wednesday June 4th 1943 starting at 7:30 p.m. For one night only... The incomparable Monty Fly... Internationally acclaimed magician supreme. A night of magic, mayhem and mirth... Probably the slightest, lightest, quickest hand in the world. Prepare to be amazed. Middle Stalls - Seat G24 THE END Last Train to Swansea The worst thing about visiting Amy was her mother. She lived opposite, and invariably Amy was over there when Keith arrived. He'd knock on Amy's door, get no answer, and then trudge across the road. For some reason, Amy's mother liked him. She'd make tea and cakes and Keith was too polite to refuse. He'd have to suppress his hard-on and chat amiably when all he wanted was to take Amy home, throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out. He was convinced that mother was just trying to delay them, to prevent her little girl from being ravaged. Still, the best thing about visiting Amy was that he always did get to fuck her brains out; or rather, she fucked his brains out. Under that sweet, wholesome exterior, she was insatiable. They'd met attending an accountant's training course six months ago, and hit it off immediately. Keith's friends questioned whether she was worth the eight hour round trip, all the hanging about on cold platforms, the delays and the expense. But they'd only ever seem the demure Amy; she'd never sucked any of their dicks. If she had, they'd understand. A sideways jolt woke Keith from his slumber. He leaned forward and resumed typing. It was dark outside, and he could see the fires of Port Talbot steelworks in the distance. He was later than usual. The server at the office had gone down, it took hours to fix and he'd nearly missed the last train. He set about the keyboard again, determined to finish before he got into Swansea. Amy loved reading his stories. They gave her ideas. But all that shit with the server had sapped his creative energy and he was having trouble with this one. By the time the train pulled into the station, he'd written barely two hundred words. He was frustrated, and Amy would be disappointed. The taxi pulled up outside Amy's house. Keith paid the driver and got out. Amy's house was dark, but the lights still shone in her mother's front room. Keith almost went straight over, but that wasn't his routine. He pushed the gate open and climbed the steps to the door of Amy's lifeless house. He rang the bell. No answer. He hadn't expected any. Wearily, he crossed the street. No sooner had he knocked on mother's door, than it was pulled open. Amy stood in the doorway wearing the scarlet, silk nightdress he'd brought for her birthday. It clung to her, accentuating her curves. Keith's mouth started to water. "Mam's away for the weekend," she said. Her Welsh accent made his senses tingle and his heart dance. "I've been waiting hours. What took you?" She kissed him hard, forcing him back against the door. "But ... but ...?" "I wanted to surprise you." She kissed him again, even harder than before. "You certainly did that." Keith dropped his bags on the floor, and scooped Amy up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed again. "What did I do to deserve you?" he said. "It's not what you did, it's what you're about to do." "You just wait." He carried her into the lounge and dropped her in the armchair where her mother usually sat offering him cakes and talking about people he didn't know. Keith fell to his knees, pulled Amy to the edge of the chair, and draped her legs over his shoulders. In this position, he had unrestricted access. He devoured her pussy, biting, licking, sucking. She came countless times, small orgasms, meaningless next to the massive release that came after a full half hour of Keith's relentless assault. She crushed his head with her thighs and her body shook uncontrollably. While she muttered his name over and over, he rapidly stripped. He gave her no time to come down, clambering up and guiding his cock inside her. He slid in easily, and began the slow steady fucking that she always claimed to prefer, not that she complained when he slammed home with all he could muster. He kept up the slow, steady pace for as long as he could. It wasn't very long. She wrapped her legs around his back and he thrust into her with increasing force. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me." Her cries became increasingly incomprehensible as another, even bigger orgasm approached. Keith did as she said. He kept on fucking her right through her orgasm until a tantalising tickle announced his orgasm's impeding arrival. When he finally erupted, filling his lover with his seed, he roared his pleasure. He collapsed on the floor and rested, regaining strength for the next round, and the next. For the next thirty-six hours, they fucked and sucked in every room in both Amy's and her mother's house. It was as if the radio had announced that a comet was on the way and this was their last weekend on Earth. They had to do lifetime's fucking in a day and a half. "You know," Amy said after kissing Keith goodbye on the station platform, "I never did get to read this week's story." "I never finished it. I thought you might be disappointed, but for some reason I forgot all about it." "I wonder why? What was it about?" Keith smiled. "What?" she asked. "Nothing." "Tell me." "It was about two lovers, who were given a rare chance to spend a weekend alone. With no interruptions from his meddling mother." Amy smiled her wickedest smile. "Oh, I nearly forgot." She handed him a plastic bag. "The parcel's from Mam and the envelope's from me. But don't open either yet." The train door slid shut and Keith waved goodbye before finding a seat. He opened the parcel first, a selections of homemade cakes. He ate one, then opened Amy's envelope and looked inside. His heart skipped a beat; Amy had been experimenting with her mother's digital camera again. He just hoped she remembered to hit 'delete' this time.