0 comments/ 40451 views/ 17 favorites Train Buddies By: EklectikChik Thank you to all our new found fans. Your e-mails and comments were so sweet that Matt_Wolf and I did it again and have started this series. Enjoy the first bit and hopefully the second will soon follow. ;) - eklectikchik *** Sarah: I couldn't believe that this was the day! In fact, I still couldn't believe I was here, in Europe, once again. It has been many many years and I was lucky to still have family in the area. However, for most of my life I had been raised in the US and most couldn't have called me European by any means. I had an American accent...a little southern twag from time to time that made some of the locals laugh. I took it with a grain of salt and smiled along with them. This was one experience I wasn't going to forget! Today I stood in front of my full sized mirror in a small apartment or 'flat' as they put it and was deseperately trying to find something to wear for my interview. This was an important one...it demanded being dressed to impress, for business and I was sorely out of practice! Frustrated, I started out with the basics and slipped a shapely, freshly shaven leg into a silky black thigh high. After much debate, I had decided that if I was going to do this, I was going all the way and thigh highs were just...so much sexier! I smile at the thought...they were going to be my little secret of the day to keep me cool and confident. With my legs ready, I quickly slipped into a simple and modest black skirt that came down to my knees, followed by a white button down blouse and black jacket. Nothing was too fancy or too frilly, but I felt good about my choices just the same. Buttoning up my jacket, I slipped on a pair of polished black heels - their height making me a wobble a second. I took a few practiced steps and smiled to myself. I could do this and I would. With a deep breath, I brushed out my shoulder length auburn hair, the soft bob cut framing my face nicely. I had already taken the time with a little makeup to accent my eyes and lips before slipping on my glasses. "You can do this." I told myself and smoothed out my clothes one more time before setting out. *** Matt: The alarm clock sounded. Shit, 6 already! I rolled over and out of bed. I never left myself enough time in the mornings to get ready, never eating properly, rushing through the shower and teeth washing, dressing without really looking. I shave the night before to save time, although that does risk giving the 5pm look first thing in the morning. I take the briefest of looks in the mirror, my short black hair is still wet from the shower and I push my fingers through it a couple of times. My glasses are fithly, so I take them off, my pale blue eyes blinking as I polish them up. That'll do. I pull on my shirt, suit, shoes etc. fixing the tie as I run down the steps and out of my flat. I reach the bus stop just in time, as always. The bus is crowded, early shift workers, cleaners, receptionists. Some faces I recognise but never speak to, everybody keeping their eyes down, many looking half alseep. I get off at the railway station and go through my automatic pilot routine - bagel, coffee, newspaper - and walk without thinking to my usual platform. No. 19. 6:55 train. On board the crowd thins a little, mainly to other businessmen, and some although fewer business women. A few couples travelling with bags. I walk through the carriages looking for a seat, well looking for a double seat to myself of course. I pass by a couple of options as they're near groups of suits, talking their own business which I'm just not interested in. Eventually I find a corner to call my own and settle down. Around the aisle is an older woman, straw blond hair, rimless glasses, serious looking - she is digesting the FT. A guy two seats down opens up his laptop. Two other men are in view, each engrossed in their own routines. The train pulls out of the station bang on time and I pull out a book to keep me occupied. It's classic detective fiction, full of cool guys of few women, ice cold blonds and gun shots in dark neighbourhoods. *** Sarah: I found the morning rush to be quite a wake up call. I hadn't been this busy in a long time, but I was enjoying it! Not before finding which train I should be on, I grabbed a hot cup of coffee and slid a muffin into my purse for later. As the crowds pushed and shoved through the terminals, I was happy to make it on board and on time. Shoving my purse over my shoulder, I press it close and fumbled a moment to catch my balance as the train starts off. The first car seems rather packed and I carefully shuffle my way through it, carefully sliding open a door that would lead me to the next. I sigh to myself as I see several available seats, but suddenly wonder which would be the best option. A quick scan around the limited space leads my eye to a lone passenger. He seems to be reading and I hate to bother him, but the thought of sitting next to one not so pleasant looking woman and between a pack of businessmen isn't my idea of fun. Gripping my cup firmly, I edge towards the man, making sure that my balance is kept as my heels hit the floor. "Excuse me....do you mind if I sit here?" I ask. He looks up and I smile, meeting a pair of friendly blue eyes with my own. "I hate to bother you, but these heels are already killing my feet." *** Matt: I'm a bit put out at first to be honest, there an empty double seat opposite the guy with the laptop, although the train is filling up now. However, I can't exactly say no can I, and there is something about the American accent and friendly banter that breaks my coldness, so I shift my stuff from the spare seat, "Sure, help yourself." I say. The woman sits down beside me. The seats are an ok size, but nobody would say they were generous, so we're pretty closer together. Carefully not touching, as is the norm with strangers, but close. I keep my book up but notice straight away that the woman is attractive. She also clearly dressing up for something special, looking pretty slick in what might well be a brand new outfit. She shuffles in her hear, lifting first one leg up and then the other as she eases her shoes off her feet. Doing so makes her shoulder brush against mine and out of a corner of my eye I get a glimpse of her bestockinged legs, the black nylon stretching over the pale skin underneath. I stir a little in my seat, making myself comfortable, telling myself to calm down, there's nothing worse than a gawper on the train. I turn to the window. That's better, can get a reasonable look at her profile her without seeming to stare. *** Sarah: I wiggle my toes and sigh softly, good god these shoes were murderous! I would have to make a note of wearing more low heeled pumps to help me get used to this type of thing again. After a quick stretch of my feet and calves, I slip them back on - feeling a little self conscious getting comfortable around a train load of strangers. The man next to me is also quite attractive...tall and slender, but filling out his own suit quite nicely. His short dark hair makes his blue eyes stand out, all at once capturing my attention. Still, feeling a bit self conscious about myself, I tug at my jacket and shift again, crossing my legs in a prim ladylike way. I wasn't skinny by any means, but even though there was some extra padding to my physique, I had some nice, generous curves that some men found appealing. Being a chubby pre-teen had left some mental scaring from teasing and just a low, overall self image, but through the years I had also come to appreciate certain qualities about myself. As my curves came into play through my later teens, I had noticed more boys look at me twice...from my nice full chest, to a nice curved bottom, all which filled my suit out nicely. My only real insecurities was as most womens...chubby thighs and a less than flat tummy that I so desperately desired. Still, I did the best I could with what assets I had and from time to time I caught an interested glance that made me smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I strained to see what he was up to. His face was turned toward the window and I wondered what thoughts were running through his mind.. I unfortuantely hadn't braught any means of entertainment with me and so sad idelly next to the stranger, picking at the hell of my skirt nervously. Shifting my gaze down, I study my hands...my neat short nails painted a dark red, one finger displaying a pretty butterfly ring that matched the tattoo on my left hand. Self consciously I rubbed it, wondering if it was going to cause a problem. The one on my leg people seldom noticed with stockings...but this one was a little out there and yet one I loved dealy. Splaying my fingers out, I took in a deep breath and carefully ran one free hand down the side of my bent leg, unconsciously reaching to adjust the top lace of my stocking while thinking. *** Matt: The woman beside me is shifting a little in her seat, first uncrossing then crossing her legs again. I'd be frustrated, except she really does has something about her. OK, she isn't glamour model thin, but who is? Instead she has something about her, something particularly noticable when she tugs down at the bottom of her jacket, making it tighten over her chest, excentuating the curve of her breasts and that hint of cleavage framed by an otherwise very proper blouse. She's also got pretty fine legs I notice as I switch my gaze from her reflection in the mirror and back to my book, which I'm holding on my lap in front of me. My eyes, however, are travelling over the top of the book, catching the curve of her knee where her legs are crossed. My gaze stays fixed there as she run a hand over her leg, scratching a little itch behind her knee then absentmindedly running her hand up her thigh. As she does so she lift the hemline of her skirt, momentarily showing the top of her hold-ups as she adjusts them against her pale skin. I take all this in, distracted so as to forget to shield my stare, and the woman suddenly catches me looking. Our eyes meet and she knows, both that I've been looking and from her blush that she hadn't been thinking. She instantly covers her leg again and I look away. "Showing a bit too much leg there, I'm sorry." The woman says, her soft accent sounding very exotic in the train. "Not what you'll be wanting to see first thing in the morning." The serious looking woman the otherside of the aisle catches some of this, looking up from her paper in surprise. I'm all confused as to the proper response, surely the right thing to have done would have been to have ignored each other, to pretend it had never happened. Maybe this forthrightness is something American and I find that this, as much I confess as the glimpse of stocking, is starting to make me a little uncomfortable in my seat, a rising bulge developing between my legs and under my book. "My fault," I reply, hoping to adopt the same playful tone, but speaking in a more British hushed undertone, "I shouldn't have let my eyes stray from the page in front of me." *** Sarah: I felt myself flush with embarrassement, unsure of how to respond to that. I laugh softly, smoothing my clothes again nervously as I lean in closer. "I think I offended someone." I grinned. "This is going to be a bad day for me if I keep it up." I turn my gaze to the lady and give her a little shrug, making her drop her gaze back down to her reading. I feel him shift a little. "Sorry...I'm just a little nervous today...have a big interview." He gives me a curt little nod, clearing his throat slightly. I feel like I've startled him as well and take a deep breath, willing myself to shut my nervous prattle. Threading my fingers together, I uncross my legs and squeeze them together, my hands folded in my lap. What was wrong with me?! I wondered, trying to avoid the curious looks from next to us. At one point, the train slows and stops - a man on the overhead speaker comes through, his voice somewhat muffled and crackling. The lady picks up her purse and leaves, giving us another quick sideways glance before exiting the car, followed closely by the pack of business men. *** Matt: The carriage is full of bussel for several minutes as one set of commuters are replayed by another lot. They all look pretty much the same, the men with laptops out or playing with their blackberries, the woman dressed in smart suits and blouses. The train is pretty busy now, almost all the seats around us are occupied. We sit there in silence while this commotion goes on. As the train starts to move and leave the station I decide to break the subject on a more conversational level. "How far are you going?" I ask. "London." The woman replies. Then after a pause, "You?" "Oh London, I'm going the whole way as well." "Ah well you're gotta put up with me for a whole while longer then." The woman speaks briskly, "We'd better carry on getting better acquainted." She also speaks before thinking, and blushes again. "Sorry," she adds, "Can't seem to stop putting my foot in my mouth." "Interview nerves," I say, "But I wouldn't worry about it, if they've got any sense they'll find it charming." "You think? Think I should flash them my stockings as well?" I laugh, "Well, that might be going a bit too far, but it worked for me." This time it is my turn to blush. *** Sarah: I blush as well. This is unlike me. Usually I'm very quiet, very shy...but something about you makes me want to have a little fun. The stockings was pure accident, but he seemed to enjoy the view. "Well, I'm glad I put a little sunshine in someones day." I added, with a soft laugh, trying to keep my voice low enough so that no one would hear. "You did." he smiles nicely, making my stomach flutter a little. Taking off my glasses, I pinch the bridge of my nose and inspect my lenses - making sure they are clean, before putting them back on. "This is one thing I'm going to have to get used to...I'm so used to driving. I didn't even bring a book, such as yourself. I'll have to buy one for the ride home..." *** Matt: "A book helps," I say, "It's another hour to London." I pause. "So, if you get this job will you be catching this train everyday?" "It's a big if, but," the woman laughs, "sure why not, we could get to know each other very well. Could be, what would you call it, train buddies?" "Why not? That's as good a name as any other." "And we're getting to know each other well already I hope," the woman laughs again, putting out one hand and touching me lightly on the arm as she does so. "Absolutely, and that makes a difference from the normal solitary commute, or conversations about work." "Sure." We both look around for a moment, taking in the other people on the train, who are all so close yet for a moment they seem to be in different worlds. "But I don't know," the woman says suddenly, touching me on the arm again and leaning closer to whisper in my ear, "Don't you hope that everybody here has some secret passion that we just can't know from looking at the surface?" *** Sarah: I actually find myself thrilled at the prospect of a new friend...someone to talk to on a regular basis. Sure, I had some family, but not any friends as of yet. This was going to be fun, I hoped! "I just love people watching...wondering what their thoughts are." I continued, drawing him in as his eyes scan the car. "I guess if I had a power - that would be something I'd want. To be able to read people's thoughts...don't you think that would be interesting?" I ask, shifting my body a little sideways so that I can face him more fully. With my body turned, I'm forced to again cross a leg, tugging a little on the hem to keep it from sliding up my thighs. With this vantage, he takes a moment to study my face. I smile softly, almost shyly, my lips full, soft and pink...I wasn't much for lipstick, but it looked like a hint of gloss was keeping them moist and inviting. My face was not quite round or oval, but had a sort of classic look to it...with thinly shaped brows that arched over big blue green eyes that were framed sharply by a pair of copper colored glasses. "How about you...x-ray vision?" I tease. *** Matt: "I think x-ray vision would sometimes be pretty scary," I reply. "What if it revealled that the guy over there." I nod towards a respectable gent in a pin-stripped suit, "Was actually wearing his wife's underwear?" The woman laughs, "Yes, or maybe one of those Catholic garters that dig into the skin!" I wrinkle my nose at this, "See, not things you'd want to know, although knowing people's inner secrets, well, that might be scary and fun." "Sure." The woman points over to a younger man, in a rather too large suit and rather heavily gelled hair, he's reading a copy of the lad's mag Loaded. "How about him, what do you think his deepest darkest secret is?" "Ohh let me think... well, he's in his first job..." "Doesn't take a mind reader to get that sweetie," she interrrupts. "No. I haven't finished yet, he's in his first job. And... and this is the secret, he is pretty confident he is going to get a promotion." "And why is that dare I ask?" "Because his boss is a particularly glamourous and adventurous older woman who he is pleasuring every Monday lunchtime." "Monday lunchtime eh? That's today, he's going to have a good day today!" "That's right," I lean closer to whisper, "His mind is on it now, that's why there is that particularly suggestive bulge in his trousers...." The woman almost leans forward slightly, as if to look more closely. She laughs, "Arrh, you've got me looking at men's crotches now you dirty so and so." *** Sarah: I felt myself flush, not believing how he suddenly turned around and become quite chatty. This was a good start after all. Grinning, I giggled and sat back up, not wanting to get caught. "You're terrible." I whispered, giggling all the while. He chuckles, enjoying this little banter back and forth. I fanned my face a little, hoping no one would notice the flush that has colored my cheeks - apart from my new found friend. "Don't see that very often." He comments and I raise a delicate brow. "See what?" "A woman blush. Not these days anyway." I laughed, "Stop...you're going to make it worse!" *** Matt: "Oh don't worry about that," I say, "it suits you." I'm not entirely sure what has got into me, I'm certainly not usually this confident in my flirting. Often I find myself doubting the signals I'm getting and end up not saying a word to woman who I've later been told were really coming onto me. Doesn't seem to me much danger of that this time. I notice that the blush adds a delicate glow to the woman's neck and my eye travels down to the subtle cleavage framed by the line of her blouse. I wonder to myself if that much cleavage was visible before and find my eye is probably hanging there a little too long. "Hey!" She says, snapping me out of it, "Don't get too fresh now." I change the subject, "So, what about that woman over there?" I nod towards a petite brunette just two seats away. She is very carefully done up in tasteful make-up, nails perfectly polished, a stack of notes in front of her divided by colored paper and nicely written labels. "If you had x-ray specs or mind reading powers or whatever, what would you discover from her?" *** Sarah: "Mmmmm..." I said, tapping my lip thoughtfully. "Seems like she's very neat and organized...maybe a bit of a control freak. I think we have one of two choices...she's either a dom or likes to let loose. I venture to guess she's wearing leather somewhere under those prim clothes." I laugh at the thought and wink at you. "I think you're a bad influence!" Train Buddies The thought did peak some interest and you found your gaze wandering over to her for a moment too long. "Hey...she'll catch you red handed!" I tease, making you blush in return. "Besides...how would you feel if I wondered what was under your clothes?" I asked boldly and laughed, covering my smile up with a hand, but my eyes twinkling with wickedness. *** Matt: I laugh and switch my gaze from the petite leather wearing brunette to the woman right next to me. She really does have some particular sexy sparkiness to her, I find myself thinking. Out loud I find myself saying, "Well, you're the one with the special power. How about you tell me what I'm wearing under my clothes." She squeals with laugher, strifling it slightly too late to stop a few heads turning round to look in our direction. "I can't possibly," she says, "That would be too..." "Too rude?" I interrupt, "Well maybe. Either way we both know perfectly well that that is what you are thinking about at the moment." *** Sarah: I flush a bit more, not able to stop my smiling. This was fun and he had hit the nail on the head! I couldn't believe I was doing this and we were complete strangers! "Okay...well, I'll guess for you if you guess for me..." I say, licking my lips. He nods in agreement, noticing one man's particular stare and give a quick glance down as to where his eyes have strayed. Low and behold, my stocking top was showing again. With a grin he looks back at me, leaning forward. By instinct, I almost lean back away, but he coaxs me back, his lips reaching my ear. "Don't look now, but you have an admirer." I pause, whispering back. "Really?" His breath tickles me ear and neck, making me shiver. "Yes." "Oh...well, should we hush and behave?" *** Matt: "I'm almost certain we should," I reply, "There are laws against this kind of thing, unspoke rules or train etiquette. Thou shouldn't never speculate about your fellow traveller's underwear." We look at each other, faces close, holding a moment of mock serious for a moment before breaking out laughing again. Just then the train pulls into another station, and the man with wandering eyes shuffles off down the carriage, although not before glancing down again at her legs. Most people are staying on board, however, and what with more people getting on it is now very busy. Every seat is occupied and there are people standing in the passage ways. In the general hub-bub I take the opportunity to lean close to her ear and whisper. "Well I already know about the black stockings," She giggles, "and I've seen rather more of the garter than maybe I should," That brings a small hit on the arm, "and I'd only be guessing but I would say it would be matching black knickers, little lacy but not too much, and a black bra with too many frills and just enough oomph to give you a seductive hint of cleavage." I slip this last bit out between my unbelieving lips, god, what I'm I saying! I blush bright red as I lean back. "Now your turn," I add as the train moves off again. *** Sarah: "Well," I pause, trying to gain some composure. I look around, tugging at my skirt as I lean forward to whisper back. "I haven't seen you stand, but I'm pretty sure you're not wearing stockings." I giggle a little as he makes a choaking sound and shakes his head. "But I would venture that you're perhaps into boxer briefs...something that holds all your bits together, but has a little more sex appeal to your generic undies. And..." I pause, leaning just a tad closer still so that he can catch the scent of my perfume...a delicate vanilla scent. "Today I will venture that you're wearing black...although I could be completly wrong and you're into thongs!" I laugh and pull back, avoiding eye contact with other curious passengers. *** Matt: In order to avoid being overheard we're now almost whispering into each other's ears, leaning right up close so that our bodies brush up against each other just a little more each time. This time when I lean in my nose brushes against her hair and I can smell the warmth from her neck and skin. "Well," I say, "will we ever find out if our guess work is correct?" She laughs, "We could just answer the question." "We could. Although how would I know if you are telling the truth. You could secretly be wearing big gray granny knickers." She pulls back a little and says in a mock challenging voice, "Do I look like the kind of gal who wears granny knickers?" This catches the ears of a few people around us, earning a few stares and making that pink glow return to her face. I put my finger to my lips, pretending to shhh her into silence. I gesture for her to lean closer to me again. "You look very attractive when you blush." *** Sarah: I turn a brighter shade at his words...this was unbelievable! "Thank you. I suppose." I say, wishing it was a few degrees cooler, but with all the bodies around us, the place was only getting warmer. Leaning into him, I continue. "I think we're giving people too much of a show...Some aren't very appreciative, while others...I think are liking this too much." I smother a giggle, pressing my lips against the side of his neck a minute. I couldn't believe I was being this open and friendly with a perfect stranger! "Besides...how would I even begin to show you if you're right or wrong on the granny panties?" *** Matt: I move to speak, opening my mouth once, twice, but without any words coming out. It is like she has set me a dare. Will I rise to it, will I meet the challenge or is she testing me and if I say the right think this whole illusion will come crumbling down. So far it is as if we've been floating on some kind of bubble, where each time we push the conversation the other agrees to go there with them, even though it is far beyond the norms of decency. I lean close to her, the words bearly escaping from my lips... *** Sarah: "Well, we have a bit of an audience right now...don't you think?" His words come out huskier than before, telling me that he is feeling rather flustered and perhaps turned on by all of this fun we're having. I nod though, saying nothing. "I guess it's up to you if you'd like to show me." "Here?" I whisper, my voice now trembling a little with excitement. He nods and I pull away to stare into those eyes for moment, contemplating this new idea. I had already flashed my stockings and a little garter...at first without knowing it and then a little on purpose. But to flash my panties would be a bit trickier. Still, the dare was a good one...I had to admit. I smile, "Very well..." I only wished I was wearing a shorter skirt! It would have been a lot easier! As the train came to another stop, people began to shuffle out. I stood, as if to follow, letting a few people pass me by before settling into a seat opposite his. *** Matt: I'm momentarily taken aback as she stands, taking the opportunity from people moving about to grab a seat facing me but across an aisle. The train is still absolutely full, new people replacing those who got off. Next to her an elderly man is gazing distractedly out of the window. Her old seat next to me is quickly filled by a skinny teenaged boy. He seems out of place on the train, the only person now not clearly a commuter. He is listening to headphones and doesn't glance at me. As everybody settles down the trains starts to move. My eyes return to hers, what is she going to do? *** Sarah: I'm a little befuddled as the teenager sits next to you. This will be tricky. I smile again and he smiles back, wondering what my next move will be. Several people are standing around, most of them looking this way and that - no one down, no one directly at us. I wiggle a moment in my seat, testing the waters and slowly cross my legs. I raise my brows at him and lick my lips. His eyes stray from my face to my legs. Slowly I uncross them and cross them again...waiting for just the perfect moment. *** Matt: Each time she crosses her legs her skirt rides that little bit higher up her thighs. On the third pass stocking tops are again visible, the patterned material curving around her thigh, the glimpse of white flesh just above. My eyes switch from her legs back to her face. I catch her gaze and raise an eye brow, indicating I'm watching, enjoying, but also waiting and wondering. I can't see the face of the boy next to me, he his pulled up a hood and seems to be deeply ingrossed in his music. She uncrosses and crosses her legs again, inching the skirt up yet a little bit further. The constant moving irritates the elderly man next to her and glances briefly before looking back at the window. *** Sarah: I glance over at the gentleman and grin, looking back at my friend. He's oblivious and I'm not sure about the teen. His head is down and covered, his head bobbing a bit to the music, so I pay him no attention. Taking a deep breath I watch my partners face carefully as I uncross my legs and part them slightly. Someone clears their throat and I quickly shut them, looking around. No one seems to be watching, so I ease them open a little more and watch him, giving him a look that clearly states 'So? Can you see?' *** Matt: I meet her glance and then let my eyes travel down her body. The skirt has now moved up so that the stocking tops on both legs are showing. She eases her shapely legs slightly further apart, so they stretch the skirt tight across her thighs. Her legs, encased in black nylon, now frame a tunnel between her thighs, exposing a glimpse of pink thigh and black, silky knickers. I look back up at her and raise an eyebrow. *** Sarah: I hold back a chuckle and let my eyes follow down his body in return to his crotch, then back up again with a wink. As discreetly as possible, I slide my skirt back down and give him a wink. There isn't any way to talk, so we just exchange looks, wondering what the next step will be. *** Matt: As she slips the skirt back down along her legs I suddenly notice that the boy next to me is looking more alert. I guess previously my attention had been fixed on the show before me, but now I realise that his had been as well. He has pushed back his hood and is clearly staring at her. The train is now speeding through suburbs and built up areas and for a moment none of us move. The boy, he must be about 18, maybe 20, is skinny, with poor acne covered skin and slightly skank looking hair. He's a feeble catch but clearly can't quite believe his luck that this well-dressed woman has just flashed her knickers at him, or so he believes. He tries a wink, which comes out more as a grimace. Then tries mouthing something at her, from where I sit I can't tell what it is. *** Sarah: I catch the boys movement and look at him, a red flush spreading over my face - not just a blush - but clear embarrassement. What have I done?! I wonder what he's trying to say and really can't make it out. I look at my friend, mortified and unsure of what to say or do. The boy leans forward a little and I find myself leaning back. Shit! What to do now?! The train jerks a little, moving bodies this way and that. He grabs onto the seat handle and keeps on staring, giving me a little nod and a smile. I try to smile back, but fail. Without too much thought as to my actions, I suddenly stand and come towards my partner. With hand out, he automatically grabs mine and I give him a little tug. We both stand. We both fumble a moment with our belongings. I hear the boy protest, but it's too late. I'm already leading us out of this car. The automatic doors hiss open and then shut behind us. "Oh my god! I can't believe he saw that!?" I exclaim. "See what you made me do!?" I laugh, turning to him as we stand a moment in a wobbly section between cars. "I don't know about you...but I think we need another seat...or..." I grin, feeling wicked once again, "Perhaps you'd like to give me a show..." *** Matt: We're now standing in the vestibul end of the carriage. It is crowded here too, all the seats are full so there are lots of people standing, their briefcases wedged between their knees, hands reaching out to brace themselves against grab rails. When she speaks she reaches out to my shoulder, making me lean down towards her so that she may whisper in my ear. "I don't know if we can get any seats," I reply, "And how on earth can I give you a show? It's not like I'm wearing a skirt I can hitch up." "Awe, damnit," She replies. "You're not going to have got me flashing my panties at acne covered boys and get off Scot free yourself." "Oh, I'll do anything you asked," I pause, "within reason, but there just is no privacy here." "How long till London?" I look at my watch, "15 minutes I think." "OK," she says, "well if you won't give me a show you'll just have to let me feel what your underpants are like." I don't speak for a moment, feeling her eyes on me as she studies my response. There is a smile, or is it a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes are twinkling with enjoyment. "What? Here? Now?" I stutter under my breath. "Sure." She replies teasingly, "Just edge a little closer to me, nobody will notice." I glance around. Everybody is absorbed in their own thing. I move a little closer, turning my body so that I stand against one wall and close up against her so that she blocks any view from the other side. We're very close now, I can feel her body pressing against mine. I reach out to brace myself against a handrail. "Ok." I say. *** Sarah: I smile up at him, casually flipping an arm around his back and gently caressing him. Slowly, carefully, I slip my hand under his suit jacket and give his back a little scratch through the shirt he is wearing, giving him a playful wink. "Relax..." I whisper, "This won't hurt a bit." I stiffle a giggle and gently finger the waist of his slacks, wiggling my digits inside. Someone coughs and I feel him jerk, making me clear my throat to hold back a laugh. "Shhh..." I whisper and gently slip a hand down the back of his pants. It's a tight fit, but I manage to slip my hand down over the slope of his ass. *** Matt: I feel my trousers tighten around my waist and then her hand travelling down over the curve of my arse. For a moment I wonder what is visible from behind, does my jacket cover her hand or is it really noticable... I then forget all thoughts of this as I feel her fingers tighten around my buttock cheeks, squeezing them, digging nails in slightly and testing the firmness of my butt and the nature of my underpants. "Hmmm," she purrs out, "can't tell the colour with my fingers but feels like you're wearing nice figure hugging briefs." She squeezes again and then slowly draws her hand out again. "Of course," she adds, whispering under her breath right into my ear, "what I really need to do is unzip your fly and feel the seams down the front. That would tell me all sorts of things." *** Sarah: He groaned softly, closing his eyes at the thought, only to open them and meet my gaze. His eyes had darkened with obvious lust...oh yes, I had really stirred things up! The powerful feeling of knowing that he desired me left my panties extra damp with anticipation. If only we had more time...would he take a chance and do something out of sorts and risky in this train? I wondered with a secret smile as we leaned closer into each other. "This trip has gone too fast..." I whisper, flicking my tongue out to caress his ear lobe. "If this continues, I might be late for my interview." Oh this was much more fun than some boring interview! I concluded as the train began to slow. I felt a pang of disappointment...wanting so much more. Still, the train came to a stop and people began to bustle. Caught up in the hustle, he grabs my hand and pull me along as people begin to step out onto the platform. We look like an ordinary couple, as he holds my hand and tugs me along. I'm wondering now, what he had in mind. *** Matt: It is King's Cross Station and the platform and station concourse are really packed. Everybody is pushing and rushing and hurrying this way and that, paying little attention to everything that is going on around them. It is one of those places that is absolutely anonymous and so busy that you almost feel like you're alone. Clutching each other's hand we get carried down the platform by the hurd of commuters. When we reach the main concourse the rush thins out a little and we step into a quieter spot beside an advertising board. We're both breathing heavily, flushed with excitement. For the first time we're in a place where the level of noise and bustle means we can talk openly and normally. But for a moment neither of us can think of anything to say. "How long till your interview?" I ask. She looks at her watch, "An hour, but it will take me 30 mintues to get there." We pause, looking at each other, "I can't go like this," she suddenly blurts out, "I sooo worked up, sooo fucking horny I'd be a complete mess." I laugh, the sudden openness after hours of subtle (and not so subtle) flirting is a shock and a relief. *** Sarah: His laughter makes me smile. How did we come to this? Nothing like this has ever happened to me and yet here I stand, wet panties and all. "It's not so funny you know. How would you feel having to go to an interview with soggy panties?" He laughs again, unable to stop grinning at the thought - as erotic as it was. "I think we best do something about this or I'll have to blame you for my failure to get a job. Then we wouldn't be able to be train buddies...that would be such a shame." I tease, stepping closer and leaning my body up against his. His smile remains, but the laughter has died out as I press my breasts up against his chest and coyly run a hand between us to feel his hard on through your pants. "I think you may need a little help yourself..." *** Matt: I feel her hand run down over my thigh and between my legs, pushing lightly against me as she do so, and the pressure emphasises my aroused, sensitive state. "You mean if you get the job you'll be on that train every morning?" I say. She smiles, "That's right, think we'd be able to cope?" "Not sure, couldn't arrive at work in this state everyday." She pushes harder against me, her breasts now pressing firmly against my chest. Lifting one leg slightly, hooking the calf around mine and pressing her thigh against mine. This lifts her skirt up along her leg, leaving open crotch pressing against me. Her hand presses more firmly against me, tracing and rub the length of my cock through the fabric of my trousers. "That's what I mean," she says, "we've got to do something about it, or I'll explode." She's looking up at me, her eyes dilating slightly with passion, lips glistening with moisture. I lean down to meet her lips with mine and we kiss for the first time, suddenly hungry and desperate for the feeling we press hard against each other's mouths, our tongues seeking each other out. *** Sarah: His kiss was hot and sweet, making me need so much more. The need, the cravings were intense, leaving us both a little breathless and spinning. His hands run down my back, pulling me close as his hips grind against mine. I moan into his mouth, pulling away slightly to catch a breath. "Tell me we can take care of this...or I'll be ruining a good pair of panties!" *** Matt; I look around with somewhat mounting desperation. The place is so busy, with people swarming all over the place. I feel my hearting starting to pump rapidly, a combination of slightly panicing about what we're going to do and the idea of what we're going to do. I don't even know her name and yet we seem entirely sure that the first possible place we can think of we're going to immediately start to fuck. Train Buddies Her hand runs down my groin again, squeezing and pressing hard against the bulge in my trousers. I spot a row of doors over by one side of the staying and taking her by the hand again we start to run towards them. The first is for a waiting room, which is no good as it is full of people. Through the clear glass door of the second we can see a station officer chatting up a pretty young policewoman. The third door is locked. The four door opens when I turn the handle, it seems to be some kind of staff changing room, with lockers lining one side and a series of benches down the other. There's nobody there. "Quickly," I say, "here." *** Sarah: I laugh a little, both excited as he pull me through the door. As soon as it shuts, we're on each other. Our mouths collide, opening instantly to suck in tongues and explore, tasing and teasing. His hands run over my body as I make short work of his belt, button and zipper, sliding his pants and underwear down in one quick stroke down. "Oh yes..." I moan, grasping a hold of his hard cock in my hand. He lets out a little grunt, his hands tugging my skirt up until it's bunch up over my hips. We have little time and both too worked up to care about formalities...this was going to be a quick, hot fuck, no questions asked! Spinning me around, he pulls me close, his cock settled against my lower back and bottom. I gasp, arching and rubbing my ass against him. "Yes..." I hiss out, bending at the hips and propping my hands up against a locker. "Give it to me..." *** Matt: As she leans into the locker her hands slam against the grey steel doors, setting off a reverbertation around the room. I pay no heed as I look down at her round ass pushing back towards me. Her bum is framed by the black of her stockings, the white of her thighs running up to the curves of her bum and then the dark, black fabric of her panties. These, I notice, have pulled up into her crotch, making them semi transparent by her own juices, and are now clinging to the folds and shapes of her pussy. I take all this in but pay it little heed, hooking my fingers over the waist band of her knickers and pulling them down to the floor. She gasps and steps out them, repositionings her legs slightly further apart and bending into the lockers again. Now, framed between her bare legs and the curve of her butt, is her cunt and labia curling open to reveal a pinkness glistening and wet. I place one hand on the curve of her hips and step between her legs. My other hand holds my cock, guiding it so that its head is positioned over her cunt. We've skipped the introductions but had the foreplay over the last hour or so, now I just want to be inside her. *** Sarah: With one hand down between my legs, I guide him, hissing softly with pleasure the head of his cock pushes into me. He pauses, savoring the slick folds as they gently and firmly grip him. "Oh god, yess...don't stop!" I moan out, tossing my head back. He doesn't say a word, only clamps a hand over my shoulder and holds onto me as he guides himself fully into my wanting slit. I whimper, arching my back and pushing back against him. My fingers play over over my clit, sliding down to where we meet, caressing his cock as he pulls out and then shove himself back in with a satisfied grunt. *** Matt: I push harder against her, feeling the warm, wet embrace of her cunt around my cock as I penetrate deep inside. As I thrust forward my skin slaps against her thighs and buttocks and I force her body hard up against the lockers. She pushes back with her hands and arms, spreading her legs a little further apart, bracing herself against my thrusts and allowing my shaft to sink deeper into her pussy. With each thrust she releases a moan, and I feel her hand down between her legs, rubbing against her clit and spreading her fingers around the shape of my cock as it forces her pussy apart. *** Sarah: This was hot! I had never experienced such a rush of pure pleasure and excitment as he plowed into me from behind. I could feel his cock pulsing and stretching my pussy as he fucked me hard, his own breath labored. I didn't care who heard or even saw at this point, I just wanted release! Massaging my clit with the tips of my fingers, I squeezed his dick with my muscles, milking him as he thrust and withdrew again and again, his hands gripping my hips hard. We couldn't speak...just moaned and grunted. I new the end was near...we were both too far gone to make this last. His fingers gripped me almost painfully as he pushed into my juice slit. I gasped, saying something, not sure what exactly as my brain seemed to be lost in a haze of bliss. My legs trembled, my back arching as I met his thrust for thrust, pushing back and then my pussy spasmed, making me scream, the sound raw as I lost myself. From behind me, I hear him curse, frantically pumping into my milking pussy, the gush of my cum dripping over his cock and balls as he felt his own resistance give way. *** Matt: As I feel her body shiver and tremble I let my own orgasm flow, feeling a tremor run down my spine as I pressed hard against her and release a long spurt of cum deep inside her cunt. My mind blanks as the blood drains from my head, but I thrust again, all consideration for how hard I am pushing into her forgotten as I just want to release everything I have into her. My cock pulses, throbs, almost painfully, as another stream of cum floods her pussy. I'm only just able to hold myself upright, clinging onto her, one hand digging into her shoulder, the other marking her butt with my finger nails. *** Sarah: With my head hanging down, I try to catch my breath, panting heavily from the sheer passion that we have both experienced. He is clinging to me, his legs trembling against mine and I do my best to stop myself from falling flat on my face. Ever so slow, I raise my upper body up, my muscles screaming in protest as I bend a knee and take a step forward. He groans as his cock slides out of my pussy, cum dripping out of me and splattering on the cement floor beneath me. I grimace a little, feeling it run down my upper thigh into the tops of my stockings. "Well..." I finally breath, "That was amazing." I hear him chuckle a little as he fumbles with his pants and I retrieve my panties. There really is no use in putting them back on, so I use them to wipe myself as clean as possible and shove them into my coat pocket. Turning to face him, I adjust my skirt, finding myself blushing again, stepping forward to help straighten his tie and shirt. "I hope we can do this again sometime..." *** Matt: I hitch my trousers back on properly and do up the fly and belt. Now we're facing each other gain I feel some how exposed and suddenly remember what strangers we are. "Well, won' that depend on your getting the job," I say. She laughs, "Yes, I guess, although the way I feel now I don't think that would be a problem. Feel on top of the world, feel like I could charm the birds from the trees." I laugh too, that moment of formality immediately breaking again, this is why we hit it off so well in the first place. I reach forward and take her wet and crumbled knickers from her pocket, "Either that or you could give them a flash of what you've got up your skirt. Or of what you've not got, I should say." "Maybe..." she smiles, "Say, I don't even know your name." At that moment the door opens, bringing it with it all the sounds and smells of the busy station just outside. A group of railway workers walk into the room. *** Sarah: We both seem to tighten up as the workers walk in. Both burly men seem a bit shocked at seeing us in there and although we seem totally professional again, it seems a little odd that he would be standing there with my panties in his hand. One of them cocks a brow and begins to grin, while the other looks a bit cross. "Oi! This is for workers only!" He states, his voice stern and loud. "So sorry! Took a wrong turn somewhere." I quickly apologize, redder now than when we started! Grasping his free hand, I tug him along, trying to hide a giggle as we rush through the open door. Outside, I start to laugh, "I really must go...I hate to, but if I don't, then I might not get the job after all." "Absolutely" he says, suddenly weirdly formal again, but smiling with it. "Good luck!" "Thank you." I reply and plant a soft kiss on his lips. "See you again soon." With that, I turn and make my exit, vanishing in the bustling crowd of passengers and leaving him standing there with my silky panties as a reminder of what we had just done. As I disappear onto the underground I realise that we never exchanged numbers let alone names. Still, London's a small place, isn't it?