She boarded the train and moved towards the rear of the carriage. Her commute was a long one, as she was going to her parents place for the weekend, so she wanted to be comfortable. There weren't many seats at this time of day, but she found a one facing the rear of the train in a booth with 3 other people.
If they had looked at her they would have seen an ordinary looking woman dressed in a loose flowing skirt and white blouse. They would have seen dark eyes hidden by large spectacle frames and wild brown hair that seemed to try and escape the ribbon that bound it..
If they had looked more closely they would have seen the sensuality in her walk. They would have been transfixed by the way her clothing flowed around her body, just hinting at the curves that lay beneath. They would have seen the heat in her smoldering eyes and been tempted to release her bound hair to it's full glory..
But they didn't look, and she sat alone in her seat. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a paperback book. 'Passions Pride' it said on the cover, accompanied by a picture of a half naked man. Flicking through until she found her turned over page, she began to read. The train drove on through the night and people got on and off. Soon there were only two other people at the front of her carriage.
A shadow fell over her and she looked up. The man standing there was tall and would have been handsome except for the slightly crooked nose, obviously broken at some time. His dark hair fell over his face in a way that made her want to brush it back and his blue eyes twinkled with silent laughter. He tapped the cover of her book and smiled.
" You shouldn't need to read this rubbish" he said. "A beautiful woman like you should be able to find all the romance you want in the real world."
She gave him a sardonic look and returned to reading her book. He sat down beside her and she grunted with impatience.
"You have a whole train to choose from" she said glaring at him.
"Ahhh" he replied with a cheeky grin, "But I like the view from here."
They sat in silence for a while, she reading, he watching her. She had reached a love scene in her book and her breathing had quickened as she read it. He watched the change in her as desire took over, and he gently placed his hand on her thigh and began to move it up and down in a soothing motion. She lifted her head and their eyes met, but this time she didn't ask him to leave, she licked her lips and smiled softly.
Slowly he bunched the fabric of her skirt in his fist and pulled it up so he could slide his hand underneath. Her breath quickened even more as his hand touched bare flesh.
"Stop, you can't do that here" she whispered.
He smiled, " No one will see, look around, they don't care about us"
She looked at the other passengers and saw it was true. One was reading the newspaper, the other snoring gently, his head resting on the window..
Sliding his hand up her thigh, he pressed it against the front of her white cotton panties, cupping her heat. Instead of protesting as he thought she might, she moved down in her seat to give him better access. He slid his hand into her panties, feeling the downy hair against his palm and the moisture against his fingers. He moaned and moved his fingers to part her pussy lips and find her clit, stroking gently as she became wetter.
Before she realised what he was doing, he was on his knees in front of her. Thankfully the seating arrangement left plenty of room, and no one could see him. He reached up and grasped the waistband of her panties, urging her to lift up so he could remove them. He slid them over her hips and down her legs till she was free, then held them to his nose and inhaled deeply, taking in the musky scent of her arousal, before putting the panties in his pocket. Spreading her legs he looked at her pussy and smiled.
"You're beautiful", he murmured, before leaning in and kissing her mound.
Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he parted her with his fingers. His thumb flicked her clitoris and ran along the length of her slit, making her moan. He smiled up at her licking his lips before bending to her. Two fingers teased her clit, sliding wetly along her slit into her pussy, then his mouth was on her, and her hips began to raise off the seat forcing his fingers deeper and increasing the pressure of his lips. His tongue flicked her over and over, then his mouth fastened on her clit, sucking it gently into his mouth. Her hands gripped the sides of the seat as she forced her pussy to his mouth, her release coming hard and fast.
His hands came up to calm her. They ran softly along her thighs as they quivered over his shoulders, and he helped her to regain her seat.
"Wow" was all she said, as she smiled and leaned to kiss him. She tasted her juice on his lips.
He stood and urged her to her feet, turning her to kneel on the seat of the train, and spreading her knees. Holding onto the back of the seat, she looked at him over her shoulder.
