I was very excited about this weekend's unexpected trip to the Wine Country by train. My friend was supposed to use this ticket, but an unexpected schedule change gave me the opportunity to go in her place.
So, there I was...following the gray-haired porter to my seat. We walked towards the end of the cars, passing other fellow travelers boarding, up three metal steps, and he opened the door to a private compartment. I told him there must be some mistake, but he said this was the seat reserved with my ticket.
He placed my overnight bag on the rack, told me what time the dining room opened for dinner, and departed, closing the compartment door behind him.
I sat down on the couch and settled in for the ride, wondering about the adventure that lay before me this weekend. I was looking forward to touring vineyards and sampling the grapes. My friend had reserved an ocean view room for me in a quaint bed-and-breakfast.
With a jolt, the train started forward. Slowly at first then picking up speed. I felt the rhythm of the train scaling along the tracks vibrating through my body. It was settling into a soothing pace, a smooth and constant rhythm, hearing the clanking of the train, the wail of the whistle.
As I leaned back into the cushion, I closed my eyes, and relaxed my body, brushed a few strands of hair away from my face. Sighing deeply. I don't remember being lulled to sleep.
But a little while later when I opened my eyes, still groggy, sitting across from me in the recliner was an attractive man of European elegance, dark hair, dressed in a pair of black slacks, a black dress shirt accented with a royal purple silk tie and a black leather jacket.
His eyes were protected by dark glasses. You know the ones -- expensive aviator shades-- a classic burnished leather briefcase resting close to him on the floor. His long, tanned fingers with manicured nails were on the armrests. I could see an expensive silver watch on his left wrist poking from the cuff of his shirt. He was watching me. Even through the dark glasses I could feel his eyes scrutinizing me.
It was kind of unnerving to know I was being stared at. So obviously impolite and rude. I would have been scolded by my father for staring at someone....by being this rude.
But, then I realized that while I had slept my legs had spread open and judging from his angle, he had been able to see right up my short black pleated skirt. Embarrassed by my unintentional display I quickly closed my legs and sat up, straightening myself, patting my skirt, fixing the neckline of my blouse.
Stammering "Hello", I felt a warming blush rising from my chest up past my neck reddening my face. There was no denying he had gotten a peek at the baby blue satin panties covering my mound. His lips curled slowly into a secret-keeping smile, showing perfect white teeth, totally disarming me. It was then I knew for sure that he had gotten a surprise show, and despite the apparent situation I attempted to maintain my composure. I was embarrassed, but hopefully didn't let it show too much. He still had not uttered one word, or even actually acknowledged he'd sneaked a panty peek. But it was obvious his eyes were still focused at that sweet spot under my skirt. He didn't even seem self-concious at getting caught looking.
I saw him lick his lips. His tongue teasing the corners of his mouth as though he had just tasted something sweet. I could not see past the dark glasses to his eyes and yet I knew he was seeing through the thin fabric of my clothes straight to my bare skin. A shiver went through my body. He had begun to make me uncomfortable. Not really nervous or afraid, but this was not right to do. To stare at someone so intently and not seem to mind the victim is aware of this. A twisted voyeuristic act, perhaps?
And then he sat back a bit more in that chair, looking almost regal.
Quietly.
Not one word was said.
I sat there watching him for a few minutes, unsure if I should say something or not. He continued to watch me, and I found myself beginning to squirm around in my seat. I became a little bit more self-conscious, crossed and uncrossed my legs, letting my high-heeled black leather sandal dangle from my foot. I took the high road and broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Hello." I said again. "I didn't realize this compartment would be shared."
He didn't respond, but continued to watch me.
Looking at him I realized he was an attractive man... sexy in a GQ sort of way. I figured him to be about 40's-50's, though he did have a boyish charm about him.
I smiled to myself.
"hhmmm well..since you aren't being very friendly...." and I stood up to stand in front of the window to get a better look at the passing countryside scenery.
Well....not really.
I stood up to stand in front of the window to give him a better look at me, I admitted to myself.
Attempting to pose seductively on a moving train was not an easy task, but I put each hand out resting on the window railing, leaning a bit forward. As if to balance with the train's movement I had my legs spread wide open and because of my leaning forward position. well, that just succeeded in tilting my bottom up. I must say I did strike a very seductive pose, considering the location.
And really... there was no reason to do that. I looked at his reflection in the window and saw that he had turned the recliner to face me so that it was possible for him to continue observing me. He obviously found me interesting enough to blatantly stare at me. I almost began to find the idea of seducing a train companion rather intriguing but I knew it was not the proper thing to do. Knowing, of course, that I was not the type of woman to actually follow through on my teasing with a stranger. No! Never! I wasn't brought up to act like that. I didn't know anything about him other than he was sort of intriguing me with the aura of "Mysterious Stranger" surrounding him.
We must have remained in our respective positions for almost 20 minutes, during which time I did try to tease him by using the train's motion to my advantage and shake and wiggle my skirted round bottom, always innocently, of course.
I was bare legged and my skirt was shorter with me leaning forward, barely covering my ass.
As the train went around a curve I had to catch myself from losing my balance. I giggled at the thought of falling onto this man's lap.
He cleared his throat.
I made no move to face him, but continued to stare out the window.
Clearing his throat again he said "It is not very ladylike the way you are teasing me. You have no idea who I am, yet you think nothing of shaking your bottom at me."
I found myself thinking who is he to judge my behavior? Afterall, he was a stranger, someone I didn't know, and what business is it of his if I did find him sort of sexy in a mysterious man kind of way?
I slowly turned around and gave him a challenging look, while at the same time attempting to exude a seductive attitude.
"Excuse me?" I asked him in a low voice, thinking what do I care what he thinks. "Who are you? The Manners Police?" I said in an obnoxious tone of voice.
"You are looking for trouble by acting that way. Do you think a young Lady should be flaunting herself before a stranger?" he asked.
"Welllll...noooooooo, but..." I stammered. He took me off guard with his question. "I am just standing here admiring the view." I continued.
"You are standing there hoping I will admire the scenery, all right, young Lady." he said and held out his hand. I reached my hand out to shake his and he pulled me closer towards him. I could barely make out his eyes behind the dark glasses.
"Shame on you for this flaunting behavior." he continued in very low, enunciated words. "Showing yourself like that in front of a stranger. Do you think this is proper behavior?"
"Welllll....there really is nothing bad about it. I was just, you know, playing. Teasing." I answered. "I didn't mean anything and you certainly are not hurt. I don't see as my behavior is any of your business."
"I think you should be taught not to tease a Man in such a manner." he firmly said. "What do you think would be proper discipline for such an act?"
"I don't know. " shrugging my shoulders. "Nothing. I don't think there should be discipline. I did nothing wrong." I tried to pull my wrist away, but he had hold of me firmly in his grasp.
"No discipline for your blatant behavior?" he questioned raising his eyebrows challenging my response.
"Ha! What are you gonna do? Spank me? You know there's nothing you can do." and I said it in an offhanded but equally challenging tone. Almost taunting him with my words.
And so quietly, yet strongly he answered "Yes. I think that would be appropriate discipline for such behavior."
"Wait. Wait. Wait a minute. I was only kidding." I said rather nervously. "You have no right to do this."
But as my words tumbled from my mouth he pulled the hand he was holding of mine closer to him and led me to his right side where he proceeded to take his hand across his lap.
He had a pretty good grasp of my wrist and I could do nothing but comply as he forced me to lay over his lap. I could not believe the position I had gotten myself into. And I got very nervous very quickly.
"Wait. This isn't fair. You shouldn't be doing this!" My voice started to shake with fear. "You have to stop!" I demanded. "I'll scream." I could feel the nerves in my body becoming alive close to the surface of my skin. He positioned me over his lap so that he had perfect aim at my creamy white cheeks.
"Wait. Pleeeease." I begged as he slowly lifted my pleated skirt up towards my waist revealing my baby blue satin panties encasing my bottom.
A low growl escaped from his lips at seeing what lay helpless and vulnerable across his lap.
