We stand together on the platform, holding hands. Watching for the train. It's exciting. We never spent a night together before. I'm looking forward to spending more time with you. You make me laugh, and we talk so easily. I'm looking forward to holding you in the night. To seeing what you look like asleep. To watching you wake. You are special to me.
The train rumbles in, and we step back slightly until it comes to a stop. Then climb the step onto the train, grabbing our bags as we go. You lead me along a corridor, and open the door to a compartment. I didn't know there were trains like this any more! We go inside, and sit opposite each other, by the window. You hold my hand and pull me close. We kiss, long and slow, I love your kisses. I'm lost in your kiss, drifting, when I'm pulled back to reality by the opening of the door. We pull apart as a middle-aged couple enter, and stare for a moment. They don't speak; just sit, like us opposite each other. Shame, it would have been nice to be alone with you in here.
The man leans back and stretches his legs, which seems to instantly annoy the woman who gives him a hard stare, and tuts loudly. He scowls at her, and doesn't move. You catch my eye, and I turn my face to hide my smile. She grabs a paper from his bag, and starts to read. They have obviously been rowing. I can feel the tension between them.
The train pulls slowly away from the platform, and I lean back, relaxing, this will be a long trip. The train falls into its gentle rocking rhythm, and I can feel my eyes closing. I open one eye to take a look at you, those deep green eyes I love. I grin when I see you, because you are staring straight up my skirt. Out of sheer devilment I let my knees fall a little wider. You beckon me, and I sit up, and lean forward, you lean towards my ear.
"Go to the toilet and take your knickers off kara." You whisper.
I smile, that's OK with me. I know the air will feel good against my bare pussy. I mentally plan that when I come back I will let my legs fall open again for you to see. I stand and leave the compartment, taking my shoulder bag. I walk along the swaying corridor, and lock the toilet door behind me. I quickly step out of my knickers, and ball them up in my hand. Shove them into a corner of my bag, and let myself out again. As I re enter the compartment, you are looking at me. I move towards you, but your voice makes me freeze to the spot.
"Hand me your knickers please kara," loud and clear.
My face turns scarlet, and I stare in disbelief. No! You wouldn't do this to me! Not in front of these other people. I can't move. You hold out your hand and look at me expectantly. The man and woman look up at me and I shuffle from foot to foot uncomfortably. You are enjoying it, I know. You love to wrong foot me. I should have known. The woman looks disgusted and the man is leering at me. Slowly, I reach into my bag and remove the balled up knickers. I reach past the man and woman, and place them into your outstretched hand; your fingers curl around them. You dont take your eyes away from mine for a second, my stomach is turning over and over.
I quickly move back into my seat. Passing the man I keep my face down. Now he knows I am bare under my skirt. How could you do this? I drop into my seat, blushing fiercely.
"kara?"
