Strangers on a Train

1. First Contact

DING! DING! The bell tolled, echoing through the empty train hall. DING! Again, and another five times, signaling eight-o-clock at night. Savannah sighed. She was used to the train running late, but this was getting ridiculous.

Train still hasn't arrived, not sure when I'll be there. Savannah shot the brief text to her mom, who was likely pacing her home wondering where her daughter was. After all, she should have been home by now.

"Attention passengers, train 449 is underway and will arrive within two hours. We apologize again for any inconveniences." She slouched back in the padded seats of the train hall, throwing her head back in exasperation. Two hours!?

Another text to mom. Sorry! Probably another hour or two before we board... see you soon xoxo

Savannah closed her eyes and fought back feelings of frustration. Around her, she heard the shuffling of bags and feet heading for the door. Most passengers, it seemed, were willing to catch the train in the morning. Not her. She'd already waited this long, she was too stubborn to leave. A deep breath in, and a slow release, and her eyes fluttered open. As she leveled her head, she caught a glimpse of a familiar sight. A man across the hall met her gaze, before his eyes quickly darting away. The bright blues in her eyes nearly disappeared as she rolled them.

Savannah was a beautiful young woman, unfortunately accustomed to drawing the attention of the opposite sex. Sometimes the same sex. Not that she complained. She enjoyed watching the effect she had on people. It gave her a sense of power, control over something in her largely uncontrollable life. But today she was over it. She wanted to be home, in her own bed, not waiting in the train hall for a fourth hour. As she let her gaze travel across the hall, she caught herself in a mirror on a column not too far away.

Icy blue eyes met icy blue. She brushed her naturally vibrant red hair from her face. It curled at the ends. She had straightened it this morning, but the day had taken its toll. The now curly ends fell over her pale, freckled shoulders and rested over her chest. Savannah knew. She knew the way people watched as she walked away, the way their gaze couldn't manage to meet her eyes for very long. She had long gotten over the feelings of intrusion. All that considered, she had never been with another; man or woman. She found herself pondering this often. Savannah was careful, knowing that she could have most anyone if she tried, although she didn't want to. Her first time would be special. Electric. Meaningful. Not some throw away fling. Today, though, she wore little on her face, and was covered by a VERY comfortable and loose sweatshirt, and some gray sweatpants. Traveling in comfort was always preferred. Besides, there was no need to look like the subject of male dreams on her way to her mother's house.

Her eyes continued around the room and found the man who was watching her before. He seemed to be searching his bag for something. She returned her attention to her phone.

Fingers crossed, sweetie! We'll see you soon! Thanks, mom.

"Excuse me, miss, do you mind?" Do I mind? Savannah glanced up, and towering over her was the gentleman from before. He was gesturing at the seats next to her. Savannah shook her head, no, she didn't mind. The man, probably six feet and change, seemed to struggle pulling something from his pocket. A phone charger. Ohhhhhhh. She was sitting near the only working charging station. The charger seemed to stick to something, causing him to tug harder. No wonder it's stuck... his pants are... fitted. The man grumbled a little, perhaps letting some of his frustration at the train situation spill over. The cord came free with a final tug, whipping across her cheek.

"I'm so sorry!" His tone was one of genuine concern. Savannah was surprised at its softness. Reflexively, she had reached for her cheek. She felt the warm trickle of blood. How would she explain this to her mother, who already thought public transportation was too dangerous? Oh, sorry ma, a stranger slapped me with his cord.

"Let me," the man's soft, deep voice once again. It was a question, not a statement. He was quite polite. She liked that. It wasn't something she was used to from his sex. Not that it was his fault at all. With his soothing voice and his impeccable jaw and his kind brown eyes and... No. Stop it.

Savannah had indeed been feeling rather lonely lately. In an emotional sense, not a physical sense, although that wouldn't be bad either. She snapped herself out of it. He was pressing a napkin to her cheek, his naked ring finger and pinky incidentally touching the soft skin of her face. "Hold that, just like this," he demanded. Again, gently. She thought he could demand her to give up her bags, her purse, and should he ask like that, she just may.

The man left her, heading across the hall. Wait, she thought, come back. She realized he must return, he'd forgotten his bags. A few minutes later, he returned with a bag of ice. Where on earth? Everything had been closed for hours. A mystery for another time perhaps. As he approached, he looked towards his things and gave a nearly imperceivable shrug before stripping the pillowcase from a travel pillow that sat atop his luggage. The ice bag slipped into the pillowcase. He gestured at the bloody napkin, which I promptly pulled away, and he pressed the ice gently to my cheek. A chill shot down the length of my spine. A new sensation for me, it'd been years since someone outside of my family had treated me with such care, let alone a stranger in a train station. Savannah found herself smiling at the situation. A small smile, but genuine.

"Owen," the man said. This time a statement, rather than a question. "You must be Savannah."

Confusion, and then panic, replaced the other sensations as her head began to swirl. How had he known my name? What kind of creep? Savannah looked urgently towards the nearest door, an emergency exit. Surely this qualified as an emergency? She glanced towards her purse which sat slumped over and out of reach, the pepper spray it contained all but useless to her. What an idiot I am.

Owen, if that WAS his name, chuckled. It was deep, like his voice, and soothing. But not threatening. Further confused, Savannah made the possibly poor decision to look back at him. He met her eyes and glanced down towards her bags. One of which had her name printed in massive letters across a luggage tag. Oh.

Owen must have been able to sense the incoming embarrassment that Savannah was beginning to feel, because he sat and stopped his chuckling. Well, that or the intense shade of red that her otherwise pale face must have been.

"No worries, Savannah. I understand." Owen looked at her apologetically, although he had no reason to be. "Strange man in an empty train hall late at night. Hell, you'd be stupid not to react that way. How's your cheek?"

Her cheek. She had completely forgotten the incident that got this debacle started. "Yup, thank you," she said, holding her head high, the ice pack pressed to her face.

"I suppose I let some frustration out on that cord, it's been a long day," Owen explained. "I'm on my way North, where are you headed?"

"Home," Savannah replied simply, which was also North. The pair chatted for an hour, passing the time with questions of where they were coming from, why they stayed to wait for the train, and some miscellaneous questions as well. They smiled and laughed the time away, seeming to lose track of how long the wait was.

This is nice, Savannah thought.

To her surprise, Owen took her hands. Bold. I like bold. Savannah felt a sensation between her thighs. "You have such gorgeous eyes, Van"

She felt herself blush. Why am I blushing? People compliment my eyes every day. She knew why. Owen's eyes, deep brown, never dropped. Savannah found herself getting lost in those unwavering eyes. The gentle, warm touch of his hands as they held hers was light enough that should she want to pull away, she could. She didn't. Owen laughed again. She could listen to his laugh all night.

"I'm sorry, Van, that was out of line." Owen closed his eyes and smiled softly. As he pulled his hands away, she caught one of them. Her right hand gripping the fingers of his, feeling the callouses and imperfections.

"Now boarding, Train 449, northbound." Ah, well. She took Owen's phone, flipped it around so his face unlocked it. Owen raised an eyebrow. Oh... what a look. She nearly melted. Forcing herself to look away, she entered her phone number and texted herself. Savannah Taylor. Owen grinned, grabbed her phone, and replied. Owen Stephens.

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, a thank you for the past two hours, she supposed. Savannah got up first, as Owen was collecting his things, and she made her way to the train. Glancing over her shoulder, their eyes locked again. She winked. I'll give him something to think about, she thought. She stuck her hands in the pockets of her sweats and drew them together enough that she was certain they would show off her best asset. She strutted to the stairs, an extra swing in her hips. She found herself hoping that Owen was watching.

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2. Train

"Harmony?" The conductor asked, glancing at her ticket. Savannah nodded. "Car four."

Car four was as empty as the station had been. No surprise, Harmony was a small village. Boarding now, be there in 4 hours... Sorry, mom!

Just as the text fired away, a familiar deep voice startled her. "Following me home, Van?"

Savannah's phone flew from her hand, although she wasn't sure why. She had done nothing wrong. Owen reached down and grabbed it, offering it back to her. Savannah stood, and for the first time realized that she was a full head shorter than Owen. "Thank you, and no, I was here first. You're following me."

"Harmony?" He asked. She nodded. This could be awkward. "Ah, I'm going to Rivers Ford."

Phew. Rivers Ford isn't more than a ten minute drive from Harmony.

"Mind if I sit here?" Owen asked innocently. Savannah lifted an eyebrow. The entire car was empty. Of course she didn't mind. She would have asked him to. Owen must have seen it in her face, because he sat down. In the aisle seat. He gestured next to him. Rolling her eyes, Savannah faced away from him and slid past, into her seat, making sure to "accidentally" graze his lap on the way by. She felt the reaction. Good.

She wiped the wicked grin from her face before she turned. Owen shifted, and she knew he was hiding something in those tight pants. "You forgot your pillowcase," she jabbed, with no intention of returning it. She enjoyed the smell.

Owen smiled, "keep it."

She pulled out a bag of candy and began snacking with no care for how she looked. She was certain Owen didn't care. Maybe that's what attracted her to him most. Nah. He reached over, and she slapped his hand away playfully.

"Hey!" He exclaimed. "Sharing is caring!" Savannah shrugged, grabbed a small handful of the chocolate candies, and tossed them at his face. He actually caught one. He picked them from his lap and tossed them back. They did this until the bag was empty, and their laughter filled the car. At that moment they were children. For now... she thought.

Savannah hadn't realized it, but Owen had reached over and draped an arm around her shoulders through their laughter. She leaned in until their shoulders touched, and held his hand in hers to let him know it was okay. His thumb traced circles on her shoulder over the soft fabric of her sweatshirt.

Savannah felt alive. Aware. Of everything, and yet of only Owen. Her heart fluttered at his closeness and she felt her body react to his touch. She cast a glance at his lap and decided that he should be reacting, too. She hadn't done this before, and she hoped she'd do it right. She knew how sensitive men's parts were, and didn't wish to hurt him.

Owen exhaled when Savannah slipped her hand under his shirt, his skin warm against hers. Oh my God. Owen is RIPPED. His back was defined. She enjoyed feeling the muscles ripple every time he shifted. Savannah was suddenly aware of her own sweater lifting. Owen's hand mimicked hers. She was in control, it seemed. She would test it. She drew small circles over his shoulder blade. She felt circles drawn over hers. She allowed her hand to drop down his spine, one finger at a time, slowly crawling south. He mirrored her movements perfectly. She shuddered in bliss as his fingers trailed her spine gently. Deliberately. She brought her hand up his back, settling in the middle. Settling where the strap of her bra would sit. Owen's hand found the same spot. Savannah lifted her finger off of his back, slowly again, and replaced it. Owen followed, tugging lightly at her bra. The tug was enough to squeeze her chest in, and she let a soft moan escape her lips. Owen locked eyes with her. Savannah bit the bottom corner of her lip and gazed back at Owen, nodding, urging him to continue.

She decided that today was the day. She would be his, at least for the next few hours. Forget meaningful, she thought, I need this.

She played on the same spot on his back, and instantly felt the compression release around her chest. Owen was a wizard with those fingers. Oh, I sure hope so. Her perky C cup breasts, now free of their prison, invited touch. Craved it. She traced her fingers around to Owen's pecs, allowing her fingers to rest on the underside. Owen matched once again, sliding his hand beneath the loose bra and caressing her underchest as gently as an autumn breeze. Savannah thought she might explode, and she loved it. Never had she felt this way before. She wanted more. With her other hand, she gripped his from over her shirt, holding it in place, interlocking their fingers the best she could with the fabric between them. Her bra had fallen around her belly. She didn't care.

Savannah traced the hand that still cupped Owen down his chest and between his chiseled abs. She felt Owen attempt the same movement, but she held his hand where it was, daring to slide it upwards. This wasn't a game anymore. She guided Owen's fingers towards her nipple, already imagining the feeling, while teasing his waistband with her other hand. He reached her nipple at the same time as she unbuttoned his very tight jeans. She could see his excitement. It was impossible to hide. Another moan, this one louder, escaped her body as he pinched her between his fingers. If this is what this felt like, she was dying for more. Just as Savannah's hand began to slide into Owen's boxers, a loud noise interrupted them.

Hisssssssss. The car doors opened.

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3. Good Girl

Luckily, the pair was sitting in the middle of the car. They withdrew their hands and separated momentarily. Savannah gave Owen the most seductive side eye she could muster, taking the time to deliberately glance at his raging excitement. He shifted uncomfortably, before setting his bag in his lap. She was too tangled to replace her bra, so she pulled it out through her sleeve instead, throwing it under Owen's bag. Her sweater hid her freedom very well.

"Tickets please?" The conductor. How could they forget? Savannah and Owen scrambled for a moment, looking for their phones to present their tickets. She decided to be kind enough to grab Owen's for him so he didn't need to remove his bag. "Thank you."

Owen leaned out into the aisle and watched the conductor leave. He looked the opposite direction, then the first again. Satisfied, he turned to Savannah, and tossed his bag in the empty seat across the aisle. Her beige bra sat in his lap, a mound poking up in the center of the cup. Why did I have to wear the most boring bra today? She snatched it back from him, brushing against his impressive size.

Owen gripped her around her waist. She squealed at the unexpected, but very welcome, movement. His hands, both under her sweatshirt, had her by the hips, his thumbs tracing up and down her sides. She discarded her bra in the seat that she was no longer using as he lifted her onto his lap with ease, turning so they faced each other. For a moment they just stared into each other. The moment seemed to last forever as their heartbeats came into sync. She could feel herself pressing against his chest, his hot breath down her shirt, and the rapidly rising treat that waited underneath her. She broke the moment, throwing her arms around his neck and locking her lips to his. She inhaled his scent, his taste, savoring it all. He reciprocated every moment. Savannah moved her hips in his lap, and felt Owen's hands lock around her, aiding her movement. Guiding her along his stiff shaft that fought against the fabric of his briefs. She allowed her head to fall back, eyes closed, as he kissed down her neck. It was slow. Passionate. She balled her hands into fists, twisting his shirt and loosed another moan, this one deeper and more guttural. Wild. She felt him sucking at the side of her neck and she loved every minute. Surely he left a hickey, but that was a problem for later.

Owen lifted her sweatshirt off of her, revealing her bare chest. His came next. The feeling of her skin against his was exciting. Sensual. They had reached a new closeness. She pressed into him hard, allowing her chest to squish against him, moving her shoulders in time with her hips. A new feeling. A new level of ecstasy.

She felt his hand clasp around her jaw. It was firm, but not painful. She was certain that her drenched panties were soaking into her gray sweatpants at this point. Beyond that, she felt herself rocking back and forth along the length of his bulge.

"Owen," Savannah cautioned, "I've never.."

Worry flooded her eyes as she considered that maybe Owen would be turned off by this. Why would someone like him want someone with no experience? To her shock and relief, it seemed to urge him on. His grip softened on her face as he kissed her once more.

"Then it will be my honor," Owen said between kisses. "Lay back here."

She did as he instructed as he helped her off of his lap. What are you doing? Don't get off! Get him in you! Savannah ignored the thoughts hungering in her head. She laid back, her shoulders against the side of the car, and hoisted her hips as Owen slowly removed the sweatpants that were so annoyingly in the way. The inside was indeed stained with her excitement. His lips pressed gently into my breast eventually finding my stiff nipple. Savannah felt the tip of his tongue manipulate the nipple in ways that she didn't think it could. His teeth gently nibbled, eliciting an involuntary moan from her once more.

As he lowered his face, kissing down her stomach and around her hip, his hand remained on her breast. Savannah had known she was sensitive, but the electricity between his fingers and her soft bits fried her brain. It was a moment before she realized that his kisses had reached beyond her generous hips. It was the sucking on her inner thigh that brought her attention back to his lips.

Savannah yelped in shock, and Owen's worried gaze met hers. She realized that she could ask him to stop at any moment and she was certain beyond doubt that he would. The excited redhead nodded vigorously, keep going.

He kept his eyes on hers for as long as he could as he lowered himself back down to her lap. When he kissed the top of her mound over the thin cloth that covered it, Savannah closed her eyes and allowed the pleasure to wash over her.

Savannah's panties were decorated with ice-skating snowmen, and they were absolutely plastered to her vagina. Owen could see straight through them. He sucked at the spot that rested just above her most sensitive parts, gently closing his teeth around the fabric and tugging them down. Owen was like an animal, preparing to devour his prey. Savannah's fiery red pubes curled about, catching some of her wetness. She kept neatly trimmed and Owen seemed to like it. He ran his tongue from the waiting entrance to her pleasure, forward over the clit, and up through her wetted hair, savoring the taste.