This is latest story in the tales of two people who meet every couple of months in an on-going affair to make up for what they are missing out on in their own individual married relationships. Please enjoy, vote and leave feedback.
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She was looking in the opposite direction when I walked up to her, placing my hand on her hip and pulling her in close. I resisted the temptation of placing my hand directly on her delicious behind as it wasn't the type of behaviour that some would find acceptable on the concourse of Waverley Station.
"Good morning," I said, cheerily "you really don't know how excited I am to be doing this. This is so illicit."
"It is!" Ali replied. "I've been shaking since I got up!"
Her smile told me she was fine with our plan though. I gave her a gentle hug. I could feel the top of her stockings through her skirt, the tingle of excitement rushing through me. She noticed I had realised what she was wearing, a raised eyebrow signalling her naughtiness. She could read me like a book!
We had planned this for weeks - a proper trip away. Just us, together for more than one night. Our meetings were mostly about two months apart and that was enough for us to work through our frustrations with our respective relationships. However, it was now nearly four months since our last encounter, and we both really needed this. It was a sort of Christmas present between us, our families taking up all our time during the Christmas period and then, of course, her forty-fifth birthday following along in January. A few lies to conceal our true intentions, based on elements of truth, had raised no suspicions in our other halves.
The train from London arrived a little early, so we boarded to wait the departure to Inverness. I had booked seats in the First Class coach, my previous experience of this journey being one surrounded by screaming children. No, that wouldn't be a good start to our little tryst.
The carriage was near empty, a few older couples sitting further down. Peace, I thought. Time to talk. Time to plan. Perhaps sexy talk, seductive whispers. Oh, and lunch. As normal, I took that in hand and had prepared a small spread of everything I knew she liked. Terribly thoughtful of me, I mused.
We sat opposite each other. I studied her face, her eyes and hair, taking her all in. We knew each other well now but I could never stop enjoying all the little things that you see when closely intimate with another. The shape of her ears, her mannerisms, body language, the way she tilted her head to one side as she listened to me. All those details seeping into my mind to be rekindled by my imagination when we were not together.
My eyes were drawn downwards. She had undone a couple of buttons on her blouse as we were readying ourselves to sit. She gave me a wicked smile as she caught me looking at her lacy underwear, shaking her shoulders a little so I got a good view of her boobs.
"Ooo, you tease, Alison!" She knew me well.
"Well I thought it may help pass the time on the journey, you imagining me later when we arrive, so yes, a little tease to help you get in the mood."
"No help needed!" I replied, my cock already stiffening.
She undid another button, titling her shoulders giving me a side on view.
"Stop it! You'll give that old guy a heart attack!" looking back towards the couple in front of us.
"Ah, I would soon sort him out." she laughed in reference to her job as a nurse. "It gives you something to look at until we get into the nicer scenery."
I shook my head.
"Sometimes, Ali, you can be, well....we've not even left Edinburgh!"
She redid her button and sat back.
"Sorry. I'll be on my best behaviour from now on!" She gave another wicked smile.
This being the fast train, we were quickly across the bridge heading through Fife and up to Perth.
"Better keep your head down, you might be spotted around here!" A reference to where I live.
"No worries, we'll be through my village in seconds." I replied.
Beyond Perth, the landscape widened out, the hills and mountains of the Highlands appearing.
"Remember our little walk? That wasn't far from here." I asked.
"Remember it? It was incredible!"
" 'Wow! That was amazing' is the expression that I believe you used!"
"Hmmm...thinking about that," I spotted a glint in her eyes. "It is quiet in this coach."
I looked around. Indeed it was. Only one other couple now ahead of us at the far end. No-one behind.
"Well?" she asked, raising up a stockinged foot and placing it on my crotch, rubbing gently.
"Ali, we can't! Someone will come."
"That's the intention, so to speak! Well, I'll keep a look out. No-one can come in the other direction as we're the last carriage."
I looked around again, pushing her foot away. I signalled for her to lean forward, leaning in myself as if to whisper something to her. She shuffled forward in her seat. I passed my hand onto her knee and slowly, gently felt my way upwards inside her skirt.
"Oh!" she whimpered. "I see, that's good!"
I stretched my hand further up, across the top of her stocking, feeling the smooth soft flesh of her inner thighs. I brushed against her knickers, touching her pussy beneath.
She shuffled further forward on her seat, parting her legs slightly to help. I stroked downwards and upward feeling her knickers dampening.
She leaned in closer. "So, so good."
She moved her hand down to join mine under her skirt.
"I'll help a bit." she whispered, hooking a finger around into her knickers pulling them to one side.
My fingers could now feel her exposed pussy. She relaxed her hips open further. My finger slid in easily, followed by another. I turned them gently upwards, my arm at full stretch under the table, and pressed in.
She tightened up as my fingers touched that very sensitive spot, the small spongy area to the top and front.
"Ah, you're bang on mister, that's really, really good."
My arm was at full stretch and I moved as far forward as I could. She pressed herself forward, her stomach hard against the table.
"You'll manage. Just keep doing what you're doing. It won't take long." She was becoming breathless.
Her boobs were practically just under my face and I looked down her blouse.
"Ah, wait a minute. I've just remembered something you may like."
She brought her free hand up and undid a button, fumbling around inside her blouse. The front of her bra popped open, her boobs falling forward.
"Front-fastening. I thought it may be easier for you! Now, continue with what you were doing!"
Well we now really did look in a compromising position - me leaning forward looking down her blouse at her delicious boobs exposed for me to enjoy, one arm stretched beneath the table, my hand up her skirt with my fingers inside of her. Her hand up her skirt holding her knickers to the side, her other gripping the table hard.
"You are keeping a look out, aren't you Alison?"
"Oh, yes, of course." she replied looking somewhat distracted from that particular task!
I moved my fingers gently, pressing them forward.
"Have you any idea how good that is?" she asked quietly. "Apart from myself, no-one has ever got that particular spot!"
She took a sharp breath in.
"Oh my God, I'm about to cum! So quickly! How are you doing that?"
I kept moving my fingers in a slow rhythm, my eyes gazing down at her breasts which were now gently swaying. Her nipples were brushing against the fabric of her blouse, which I saw was helping her overall arousal. Had we been anywhere else, that blouse would have been stripped off and my cock would be shooting my cum all over them by now!
She gazed directly into my eyes, her mouth open taking in air. I could feel her breathing deepen. Her eyes were silently saying to me 'I'm cumming, please make me cum.' She clenched her lips tightly.
I blew down her blouse onto one of her nipples. I had an inkling that just one more little sensation would be enough to move her one step upwards. I was right. She threw her head back in response, her hand between her legs letting go of her knickers and grabbing mine, holding me in. Her thighs closed in and I could feel her hips pulse forward in time with each wave of fire that was rushing upwards and downwards throughout her body.
The blast of oxygen, endorphins and goodness knows what other chemicals hit her brain. Her body took over from her mind for a few moments. I stifled a sound with my free hand over her mouth as I realised she had lost a bit of self control, aware that she may be drawing us some attention.
She fell back into the seat. I reached forward to close her blouse over, too much on show! She released the grip on my hand, relaxing her legs allowing me to withdraw. I watched in silence as her reddened face began to return to normal.
"Wow! That was so...."
"Shhh!" I replied, signalling to her to sort herself out.
Although she was a picture of pure erotica, sitting there with three buttons undone, a fair bit of flesh on show, her skirt pulled up showing her stockings and milky smooth thighs, it really didn't seem appropriate to be seen like that.
She straightened up and smoothed her skirt down, fiddling inside her blouse to sort her bra in place.
She leaned forward stretching her arms under the table.
"And now for you!"
"No Ali, don't. I really mean don't! It's not quite the same for me."
She rubbed her hands over my crotch.
