Introduction
I was on a train recently, and saw an attractive young woman who is the inspiration for the object of the MC's desire.
So much so, that I had to come home and write a fictional story about what her journey might entail.
It'll be multi-part, I think. I hope you like her as much as I did, and subsequent, so did the MC - Professor Simon Lewis, formerly the Head of Law studies at Woodton university, in leafy England.
All characters are 18+
Enjoy.
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It's a journey that I have done so many times without a hitch, that I was almost on auto pilot as I got on the train to Liverpool to get the overnight ferry back over to Belfast, to deliver a specific speech on European law, and also at my new home in Dublin. I did it this way because I hate airports, the flying itself I don't mind, but the airport part, no thanks.
"Oh, excuse me, Miss!," I said as the small, young, black haired teenage girl in front of me's purse fell from the back pack she was wearing on her shoulders. I had bent down to pick it up, and as I raised again to my feet, I looked into the eyes of young Lilith O'Neil, one of my now former students, as I had accepted a position in Trinity College for the next academic year.
"Lilith!" I exclaimed, recognising her from class, she was one of my most promising students that I would miss educating, in her journey through university.
"Professor Lewis," the polite, young 19 year old Dublin girl said back, in similar surprised tone to mine.
"Oh please, if you bump into me forevermore, it's Simon," I smiled back at the diminutive girl, who was pretty, but seemed to be doing her very best to hide it in her baggy, black hoodie, (A staple item of hers in my class,) her black shadowed eyes and lipstick were in keeping with her dark, Goth look.
She didn't call me Simon, or indeed anything else as I handed her back her purse and she said thank you. With it being 9pm, the warm, June night air was balmy, and we chatted briefly and I asked her where she was headed.
"I'm going home, I hate planes and the whole flying thing," the mild mannered young lady replied in quite a husky voice, and I told her that I too was eventually traveling to Dublin, and of my gripe with airports. We both got to the train, and as I was travelling premium we parted company, as I thought, and I wished her good luck for the future.
The premium carriage was almost full, Liverpool FC were playing an end of season friendly in Dublin the following night, and half the country seemed to be going. A Liam Gallagher concert in Belfast meant that it was a perfect storm, and I had to almost go all the way to to the other end of the carriage to take my reserved seat at a table, so I could use my laptop. I was just plugging it into the applicable socket, when my eyes instinctively caught sight of a feminine tummy, as the owner of it stretched up to put her bag in the overhead locker. I was just thinking, 'That black hair looks familiar,' when the girl turned around and my eyes flicked up to see Lilith O'Neil smiling back, with the sweetest little wave. I waved back, wondering if she had actually caught me looking at her cute, little white tummy while she stretched, but that was nothing compared to when my eyes and brain took in the view she now gave me. She was totally covered, but in a thin, black t-shirt that highlighted her little, puppy-fat tummy, with a delicious pair of smallish, braless breasts. I knew she was braless, because on top of the large apple sized mounds, stood 2 quite prominent nipples, poking through the black material. I was just thinking how well they suited her small body when I reminded myself she was appropriately 18 years my junior, up until yesterday was a student of mine, and I could have been called a dirty old pervert for even thinking about checking her out. Besides, a Goth? Not really my type.
Luckily, we were far enough apart that there wasn't the awkwardness of finding more things to have small-talk about. As the train pulled out from the station, Lilith read her book that I couldn't quite see the title of, as she had it folded over the back of the book. What was clearly visible, however, was that as the train crossed over all the points onto the relevant track, the swaying carriage was adding further support to my theory that Lilith's breasts had absolutely no support, as they delicately wobbled back and forth under her top. What's more, her nipples were not going down, and the circular bumps surrounding them were now unmistakable, probably due to the shaking carriage rubbing them against her t-shirt.
Not that she seemed to mind, however. She kept reading, ignoring all around her and I carried on preparing for my speech as the train made its way to my next destination, where I would have a cabin to myself on the overnight boat.
The train made several stops, but here we were, heading into Liverpool and the transfer to the boat. Lilith stood as the train pulled in and, again, she reached up to get her back pack and just for a moment, I was certain that her top would stray far enough upwards to reveal her right breast, but sadly not. Lilith's pert tits travelled upwards too, but her now undeniably sexy little tummy was more than enough to pique my interest as, again, I gazed inappropriately.
Again, she flicked the bag around her, and as she had now turned towards me, I could see her as she jiggled it on her back, and along with those jiggles, I could now see that her breasts had been perfectly traced out by the added weight on her back pulling the t-shirt, and every contour of her tiny torso's front was now all too clearly there for all to see. Thank God she couldn't see me ogle her, as I observed her through the gap between fellow passenger's left arm and his body. Either Lilith didn't know about her wardrobe malfunction, or didn't care.
This made me think, having taught her for a whole academic year, I had never seen her sitting with a specific regular friend in class, nor bumped into her and any boyfriend whilst out and about. It was always just her and her studies.
Losing sight of her, I assumed that we had gone our separate ways as she got the ferry to Dublin, and hoped she was staying safe in getting to her destination. Rounding a bend in the terminal, with my boarding pass in hand in the specific tunnel for foot passengers, there she was, about 10 people ahead and standing with her back to me. 'Of course, she's traveling my way.'
I genuinely willed her not to turn around, as it would be awkward to bump into her yet again, in such a short space of time. Thankfully, my prayer was answered and the queue started to move. We entered the ship, as I held back to see where she went and noted she found herself a corner seat and put her bag beside her, and I walked on to claim my cabin where I found my two small beds, charging ports and not much else but a tiny window and basic bathroom.
Being hungry and thirsty, having finished my bottle of water, I wandered out to the vastly over-priced shop and got myself a sandwich, a bottle of water. Then I went back towards my cabin to enjoy a drop of whisky that I had transferred into an empty bottle of ice tea.
With the boat now slipped its moorings, we were underway and I looked over to where Lilith had sat, seeing her small, vulnerable body curled up in a chair, with nothing but her hoodie on back to front, covering her body from the air conditioned air. She looked pitiful, in truth, and I briefly pondered just how inappropriate it would be to offer her my spare bed.
Deciding it would be ridiculous, I headed back to my cabin and broke open my whisky, as I again perused my speech, enjoying the quietness when compared to the general din of the ship, but for the soothing, distant hum of the huge engines.
Lilith, however, was still on my mind, and eventually I made an excuse to myself that I needed more water from the shop, just so I could check on her. I had to walk past the ladies toilet to get to the shop, and as I did, Lilith came out and we couldn't really avoid seeing each other. "Professor Lewis," she said in surprise, holding her back pack by the straps as it sat on her baggy, black hoodied back.
"Lilith, we meet again, did you find somewhere to sit alright?"
"Yeah, it's crazy busy though. I expect some chancer to have stolen my seat whenever I go back in. How about you?"
I didn't want to rub it in that I was privileged enough to have privacy, so I fobbed her off with saying that I had secured a place myself, and then I went to get my water. Coming back out, I re-traced my steps across the seating area to my cabin, noticing, to my displeasure, that 2 younger men now sat on the two seats where Lilith's makeshift bed had been. Scanning the area, I saw her walking about aimlessly, and I knew she had ran out of luck as all seats now had seated, or sleeping bodies on them. I knew what I had to do.
