Jenna turned over in bed and pulled the pillow over her head. Monday morning again. She hated this bit, up and out without a moment to spare before another day in the office full of those morons.
She swung out of bed and landed lightly on her toes as she lightly floated into the bathroom in her night gown. a quick wash and change and soon was sitting at her dressing table staring at the face which needed to wake up.
Light foundation, cat eye flicks with eyeliner, blusher and subtle eye shadow later, with a quick lip gloss and she was ready to dress. Her long blonde hair brushed her back as she moved to the wardrobe and passed by all the wonderful clothes she wished she could wear. Prada, Gucci, you name it she owned it, but all too revealing for the guys in the office and she didn't need to show more than a piece of thigh and she always got what she wanted. Men!
Nobody knew her secret, her mum and dad thought she was just unlucky in love, her brother joked all the time about his mates she could date, but deep down only Jenna knew how much she wanted to be with a woman. Not any woman. The mystery woman she saw daily and knew nothing about.
Jenna had many clothes like she wore today, tight and sensuous but easily hidden with a cardigan over the top. She knew what she was doing, parading herself for the woman on the train before hiding herself away for work. Terrible she thought, what was she like?! The woman had never even looked at her but here she was selling herself out and with not much luck. She unbuttoned the blouse one button too far showing the black lace bra beneath, grabbed her bag and coat, leaving quickly for the 07:42. It had to be that train.
She got to the station in time and was disappointed to see delays. As far as she could see people were queuing. 100s on the platform and more waiting to enter. She was bound to be late. She slipped past some and smiled passed others, her beauty opened doors and she knew. She got to her usual spot just as the train was pulling in, 5 people deep in a crowd, she regretted this journey but knew she had to push herself on so not to be late. Head down and push, she thought, as she was carried by the tide of people onto the train, bumping and flowing until she stopped next to a hand pole and relaxed. The hot train, and the crowds were unbearable, already - 45 minutes standing in the crush to follow, so she removed her coat whilst she could and slipped it between her legs to hold it. As she stood up again, she caught her cleavage, her bra still exposed - that had to be fixed.
Standing up she began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse but stopped still as she saw whom was next to her. Staring straight at her was her mystery romance. Right in the eyes, the dark Latin eyes and dark brown hair, her smile filling her face as she smirked at Jenna and raised an eyebrow as she glanced down at the breasts roaming free. Jenna fumbled more, her fingers all turned to thumbs as she failed to grasp the satin buttons. A hand raised from the Latin beauty and held her hand briefly before pulling it back down to her side, suggesting to leave the buttons as they were. Jenna blushed, inwardly and outwardly, her legs quivered, holding the coat taught between her legs was not a good idea with this stimulation.
Maria smiled as she pulled the blonde's hand down, she had longed for this for as many journeys as she could remember. She was attractive and Maria could feel her panties become wetter as the pretty blonde tried to hide herself as she was being bumped and pushed closer and closer to Maria. Soon they were literally touching, her exposed bra brushing against Maria's white top, face to face as they stood there in silence and met eyes. Little did the two strangers know but both had been wanting this moment since they first glanced at each other months ago.
Jenna moved her hand down and as she let her hand be led away, she felt it being pulled slightly across to the skirt of the woman. Jenna froze, never had she done this, it was alien, but felt right as she caught the hem of the skirt, and had her hand pushed onto the pale flesh of the thigh beneath. She didn't move at all as the train began to move, the hand keeping contact with the thigh, the skirt slowly rising a little with the movement and Jenna's red nails began to draw an outline and lightly scratch. No one could see, every one so tightly packed together, only those two women knew where her hand was going.
The train jolted as it began to slow for the next station, more people to arrive. People swayed with the movement as they had nothing to hold on to, Jenna too began to fall back slightly as the brakes were applied. Two hands grabbed her waist, and pulled her close, keeping her upright. The traveller held her body against her own, with only her hand beneath free still to feel her way around the thigh. Jenna crept her fingers up until they found the satin of the panties, sodden and slippery. Maria smiled at Jenna and opened her legs slightly, giving Jenna a green light to continue. Held in place, squashed in all directions, she had no choice but to remain still and her hand could continue to explore. Pulling the elastic to one side, she exposed her bare lips and began stroking the wet slippy skin. This lady was aroused, and if she had felt her own, it would have been just the same.
Jenna went to try to slip her finger into the lips whilst they held the embrace. Maria shook her head gently and pulled her thighs together, trapping her hand in her panties and pulled her closer, two women embracing. They stood like that for the next 30 minutes, not speaking a word, hand in the panties and being held to her body. As they left the train, Jenna pulled back her sodden hand, and Maria guided it to Jenna's mouth and smirked again, brushing past Jenna as she left the train and Jenna glued to the spot with her hand in her mouth.
Chapter 2
Jenna locked the door of the bathroom in her 10th floor office and leant back against the door. What the hell just happened? Was that real? She moved her hand to her mouth and gently nipped it with her lips and tried to taste the musky scent which had engulfed her on the emptying train an hour earlier. Her other hand slipped down her stomach and held her sex through the fabric of her skirt, pushing against her lips as she rode the sensations and senses. She was considerably horny and didn't quite care who knew. Exploring under the hem of her skirt she found her panties were sodden. Totally wet and she felt her lips through the lace, her fingers outlining her desire to see her Latin friend again. Flushed and aroused, her desire overwhelmed her and slowly she fingered herself thinking of the dark eyes and smirk, and the wonderful strong thighs holding her hand so tight. Her legs tensed as she stood against the door, her thighs shaking in her heels, as her knees buckled together, she bit her lip to suppress the groans and the most intense feeling shot up her groins and into her hands as they held her sex close. Her thighs went to jelly and she panted breathlessly as an orgasm took over her and she slowly slide down the door until she was sitting on her heels at the base.
Jenna sat at her desk, trying to calm down and taking deep breaths whilst Jon gave another patronising speech on the spreadsheet she sat in front of. She looked down to her handbag, imagining his reaction if she hadn't of clipped it shut, her panties folded neatly held within. She shuffled nervously, and was very aware that her arousal hadn't left her yet. Jon carried on in a monotone which left her dreary, she drifted away, half listening when Tom threw over a packet of sweets for Jon to intercept. These lads like a game, and they couldn't help but 'help' her most days, today was a little more pestering than usual. As she pulled her seat in and began to concentrate on the task on hand she saw the wide eyed shock on Jon's face. She hadn't even noticed him stretching down to receive the missed packet of sweets, however what he had seen whilst he scrambled under the desk would probably be much sweeter than any packet he found. Jon rose slowly from his knees, a picture of the naked mound deep in his mind, Jenna in shock pulled down her skirt hem and flustered, realising her blouse was also still unbuttoned. Jesus, this could not be worse.
Jon stumbled through the words as Jenna pulled over the cardigan from her chair back, and hid her breasts from display and crossed her legs at the same time. How embarrassing. What could be worse in a office full of letching men than going commando and flaunting her breasts for all to see. Jenna blushed and changed the subject, a shocked Jon still trying to explain how the sweets had fallen down. She didn't care too much, the damage had been done. Thanks Tom.
Jenna popped to the shops at lunch and bought a new 5 pack of panties from the store and soon was much better atired for her afternoon. Coming back to the desks with her store bag, Jon blushed red again and Tom smirked at her, Men talk. The day melted away and Jenna thought more about the lady from the morning. Who was she and how did she know her actions wouldn't have been rejected? Pulling her hand like that, bold move. Surely she had seen her before and maybe, just maybe the feelings were being reciprocated. The girl never seemed to be on a train home, so Jenna began to plot what she could to find out more the following morning.
Tuesday morning couldn't come to soon after a night that dragged like never before. Jenna had been up most of the night, choosing her clothes, changing her shoes, handbag changed three times and still she was nervous. This was exciting but she had no idea how to proceed. Was it a one off? Slipping into her tight jumper dress, her thick lace stocking tops could be seen through the fabric intentionally, her heels tall and towering. She wanted to be higher than her Latin lover, give her access to her hem of her skirt this time. She let her hair fall naturally around her breasts, encased in the tight fabric and liberally sprayed perfume. Shit, the time, after all that she was nearly late. She tottered out of the door in a hurry, grabbing her handbag as she did, no time to change over all her belongings into the one she picked, swung her coat on and wobbled off to the station.
Maria waited at the station like she did every morning from 7:20. Just to make sure her beautiful blonde friend didn't get on an earlier train without her. Like clockwork, she would appear just before the 07:42 turned up and board at the same doors as Maria. She saw the wobbling sight of Jenna walking towards her, in a stunning all in one dress that hugged her figure and left little to the imagination. Men stopped and turned, even those with their partners were taken in, as the beautiful blonde walked down the platform. Maria felt flutters in her panties, just like yesterday, when she finally got to feel her and those fingernails trace her thigh and leave her wanting more.
Jenna arrived next to Maria, not knowing what to do. Looked ahead and stood still. This was ridiculous. After yesterday, she couldn't even look at her. Maria felt the same. Between them they stood there in silence, like two nervous school girls, both unwilling to make the first move. The train pulled in as the tension grew and Maria took the lead and walked in, going to her usual area, Jenna following and making a bold move, sat next to Maria. Maria looked down, and studied the long legs, noticing the stocking tops under the fabric and her heels making her calves tight and her knees wobble. She smiled, and took the sign and gradually moved her hand onto the waiting lap of Jenna. Palm down, and held her leg on the stocking top lace she could feel below.
