"Ticket please?"
She rifled through her belongings to find the folded piece of cardstock that would keep her on the train. She was glad to finally be aboard and resting. From her vantage-point inside the sleeping compartment, she could see a sky that looked progressively angrier. Most of her feelings, however, were knotted in anticipation and suspense. Ever since she received the cryptic invitation, she had been both excited and nervous. But it was a nervousness that caused her to shiver an acceptance rather than decline.
Without even reading the invitation she knew it was from him. It told her where she would catch this train. An anachronism, the train contained a number of sleeping compartments that were private from the other travelers. Her invite also dictated her dress for the trip. She currently wore a knee length skirt, a warm ribbed sweater and mid height pumps. The effect was somewhere between young businesswomen and demure college student. The rest of her outfit, however, was less conventional.
Underneath she wore a silky, see-through bra and panty set that he had bought for her. They were black and gauzy and fit her curves perfectly. She wasn't particularly a connoisseur of lingerie, but she had to admit that these looked stunning on her. Upon first trying them on, she had pirouetted playfully in front of her mirror soaking in the images that would soon be burned in his mind. As for her legs, they were clad in black silk stockings that were unlike any hosiery she had worn before. They were incredible comfortable and ended high on her leg in a ring of elastic-backed lace, which kept them clinging snuggly to her thighs.
What she hadn't been prepared for was the feeling the lingerie produced in her. Perhaps it was the idea of wearing such suggestive things underneath her semi-conservative garb. Perhaps it was this trip itself. Regardless, she found it arousing. More than that though, the tactile sensations were amazing. The bra she wore hugged her breasts and the soft material rubbed satisfyingly against her nipples. After walking from the train platform to her compartment she could already feel her nipples hard and tingling. The panties were…..well, they were another matter all together.
An additional instruction from the invitation had her do something she was not entirely comfortable with. It requested that she shave part of her pubic mound. At first, she was repelled by the idea, but she knew, as always, his suggestions would bear interesting fruit. She followed the detailed steps he had provided: trimming then shaving the area around the inside of thighs and around her lips. As he requested she only trimmed the top of her mound leaving a neat triangle on top but keeping the remaining area quite bare. The feeling left her vulnerable and unsure at first. His instructions, however, were not complete. She took a hot shower and massaged herself with a soothing lotion. Afterwards, the entire area felt alive with sensation. Every part of her felt more electric than usual. She remembered that her evening of grooming had unfolded into one of exploration – one that was extremely satisfying.
In her new shaved state, she had tried her black gauzy panties. At first glance they seemed like many others she had worn. However, when she wore them today to go to the train station, she discovered just how comfortable they felt against her sensitive lower lips. The material dragged and slid delightfully over her body causing – more than once – gasps of surprise and pleasure. Between the tugs of her bra at her nipples and the friction of walking in her silky panties, she had arrived in her compartment in an aroused state.
"Ma'am?"
She snapped back to attention and provided the porter with the ticket she had been holding firmly between her fingers for the last minute. He quickly punched the ticket and exited the compartment. She noticed that her breath was coming faster and a misting of perspiration had broken out across her face. A low rumbling from outside made her jump more than she normally would have. Indeed, rain was coming.
There is something about the way a storm slowly brews in the mid-west. It is different than say the quick birth of a squall in the south or the predictable swirls of moisture on the westcoast. In the mid-west, a storm truly percolates. It rises. It builds. It twists. Sometimes it sputters, but other times it explodes. Throughout that movement of pressure and clouds there is a palpable sense of "happening." People can feel it. It sizzles through stomachs and causes muscles to tense and release. She didn't need that extra stimulation today, but she had it.
She dragged her hand through her dark hair and wondered when….or if?….he would arrive. She wasn't sure where this would go today, but so far the day had been interesting. Though anticipation requires release….eventually. She sat back in her chair and slowly crossed her legs. Her body hunched forward slightly as her eyes drew shut. The soft friction of her legs again highlighted her new sensitivity and it resulted in pleasure flicking lightly across her core. She opened her eyes and slowly pushed out a breath across pursed lips.
The train chose that moment to grind to life and slowly build momentum. Soft pellets of water were now slapping thickly against the window of her compartment. The sky grew darker now and the train slid into the first of many tunnels on its trip. Her compartment was bathed in darkness. Without the intrusion of sight, she could more clearly feel the rocking of the train.
She heard the lock of her compartment pop open and her stomach jumped and twirled with surprise. She could hear herself breathe heavily in the darkness. She summoned a bit of courage and forced some calm back into body. The door opened swiftly and clamped shut allowing one person to enter. She kept her face locked forward but her peripheral vision could identify him as a brief shaft of light rose and then fell away from his form. It had begun.
She felt him sit next to her. She became acutely aware of the various responses of her body. Her nipples were hard and straining, her body almost pulsing with excitement, and a warm wetness growing between her thighs.
His hands softly brushed her hair back from her face and cupped her chin. The gentleness of that caress was matched by the strength of his second caress. A strong hand massaged down her neck and across her back. The first kiss came now – soft and gentle against her lips. Then, he paused before kissing her again with increasing passion. She knew that her perfumed scent was slowly winding its way through his senses. It was a reaction she had seen before. She need not touch him to know that he was already becoming aroused.
