I had to go to London on business. Living about 150 miles west of London, driving was an option, but with the nightmare of trying to find somewhere to park and the expense of doing this, the boss suggested I take the train instead. He signed the expenses, so who was I to argue?
Now, I'm not one of those diligent people who work on trains. I struggle a bit with motion sickness, so I find it difficult to read for long without feeling queasy. I can just about manage to do the crossword in the paper, as long as I look up from time to time. I'm pretty good at crosswords, so it only took me about twenty minutes to complete. What to do now? Relax and enjoy the gentle swaying of the train, I guess.
The express train from Cardiff to London only stops three times on the journey of just under two hours. We had already stopped at Newport and Swindon was next. My carriage was only about half full when we stopped, so I wasn't surprised by the rush of passengers entering. One by one, they all found a seat and I was very pleasantly surprised by the person who sat opposite me. She was very tall, exceptionally pretty and looked very confident. Almost intimidating, you could say. But I just love a challenge, so I decided to try and strike up a conversation with this beautiful girl.
Hmm, what to say? 'You come here often?' wasn't appropriate. Also, way too cheesy!
'Grab your coat, you've pulled!' also not appropriate.
'Wow, you don't sweat much for a fat lass!' would probably get me a slap if she didn't have a sense of humour.
I looked over to her and noticed she was looking at me. I smiled.
"You look deep in thought," she observed. If only she knew what I was thinking!
I smiled again and replied "I was thinking everyone on this train is bound for London and probably all for different reasons." I felt that was a tantalizing way to start a conversation.
"Hmm, yes, I suppose that's true," replied my pretty companion. "What's your reason, if you don't mind me asking?"
I thought for a moment. The boring truth or a fantastic lie? I smiled. "The suit and tie probably gives it away, but a business meeting with a few colleagues." She nodded and I added, "How about you? Audition at a model agency?" As I spoke the line, I cringed to myself, but I wanted this girl to know how attractive I found her.
"How did you guess?" she teased. "Supermodel stardom awaits me!"
Well, she was tall enough, pretty enough but possible not as slender as they seem to like catwalk models to be. This girl was bordering on buxom. Certainly not fat, but her bones were beautifully covered.
"Sorry, that was a lame thing to say," I stuttered. "You're much better-looking than most models I've seen!"
I saw her raise her eyebrows. I didn't doubt for a second that she gets hit on several times a day and I was expecting the raised eyebrows to be quickly followed by a roll of her eyes. I was wrong. In fact, this girl continued to surprise me.
"Oh, you're good!" she grinned. "I bet you're only saying that because you know after this train ride we'll probably never see each other again, so you feel you can say what you want. Am I right?"
I stroked my chin and pretended to consider what she'd just said.
"Of course you're right. What an opportunity to say and do whatever takes our fancy with no consequences. Isn't that what everyone wants once in a while?"
I looked her straight in the eyes. Had she picked up on what I was thinking?
She leaned forward and half whispered "Well, I know what takes my fancy right at this moment..."
My mind began to race with lustful ideas of flailing flesh and bodily fluids when she continued "A nice cappuccino would really hit the spot!"
Damn, I'd met my match in the teasing stakes. She'd not only picked up on my lustful thoughts but had quickly used them against me. This girl liked to be in control!
"Hmm, good idea," I replied. "Shall we wait for the trolley dolly or shall I fetch us one from the buffet car?"
Her eyes narrowed in a conspiratorial way as she said "I have a better idea. Let's both go and stretch our legs. I need to use the restroom on the way." She followed this remark with a little wink!
Is there a train equivalent of the mile high club? I immediately imagined the two of us squeezing into the tiny toilet cubicle and doing unspeakable things to each other. It was undoubtedly hope over expectation but I swear I rose from my seat with a semi-hard cock! Did she glance down in the direction of my groin or was that wishful thinking as well?
"After you," I motioned as she stood up as well.
Wow, she really was a stunner. She pulled her leggings tight as she stretched and leaned over to pick up her bag, giving me a perfect view of her shapely bottom. I'm not sure how I controlled myself from jumping on her and biting that ass there and then. I suspect she'd done this deliberately and it had the desired effect, my semi turning into a full blown hard-on in seconds.
"I need to use the bathroom as well actually," I said as we lurched down the centre aisle of the carriage making the short journey from our seats to the buffet car.
"Perfect!" she whispered by reply, "We can go together!" and winked again.
Did she mean what I hoped she meant? Our pace quickened and when we reached the end of the carriage, we passed through the automatic door and into the part where the carriages join. There were two cubicles, both vacant. As she slipped into one, she nodded towards the other cubicle.
"When you're done, tap on my cubicle door, OK?" she said, tantalizingly.
I didn't actually need to pee, so I dropped my trousers and shorts and gave my boner a few strokes. I used the soap, water and paper towels provided to make sure I was nice and clean down there, just in case my fantasy was about to become reality. I flushed the toilet, dried my hands and exited the tiny cubicle.
