For the past eight years or so, I've taken the daily commuter train from my home in the suburbs to my office in the city. Over the course of that time, I've gotten to know a number of the regulars I see on a daily basis. It almost feels like a family at times, all of us sharing in the occasional delays, bumbling tourists, and other peculiarities that one of my friends described as the joys of public transportation. I noted that the groups of people who tend to congregates at specific spots on the platforms to await the arrival of the train seem to be the closest. Maybe it's because they not only have to deal with those joys of public transportation, but also share in the experience of waiting in the weather, be it the biting north wind of winter, the stickiness of summer, or the rain and snow.
Anyway, the group that I've fallen in with on the platform consists of six people, though two ladies and I are what I would call the regulars of the group. One of those ladies, Michelle, is an older lady, probably in her mid 60s, who despite some serious health issues, refuses to retire. The other lady, and the subject of this story, is Kelly. When I first met Kelly a couple years ago, I thought perhaps she was in her late 30s, maybe 40 at the oldest. I found out, however, that she was in her late 40s. To say that she looked good for her age is an understatement. But as I discovered over the next couple years, her attractiveness went far beyond her blonde hair, blue eyes, and tasteful clothes that accentuated her curves. Her personality was amazing, too. She was always smiling, was witty with a great sense of humor, and seemed like she always had something nice to say about people. As you might be able to tell, I had a bit of a crush on her from the start, though I never really thought too much about it, especially when I found out that she was married. What I did think about was how hot she must have been 20 years ago! And those fantasies provided more than a few masturbatory sessions over the years.
One day after work a couple months ago, I got up to the train platform to find Michelle and Kelly already engaged in conversation. They both work at the same place, though in different departments, so I've noticed they will talk shop or share gossip. They were talking about some guy that I heard Michelle refer to as a "ladies man." Michelle claimed that all he did all day was walk around and flirt with women.
"Yeah, I've heard about that guy," Kelly replied, "but I'll tell you that he's never flirted with me. To tell you the truth, Michelle, nobody really flirts with me anymore."
Both ladies laughed and then, for no good reason, I butted into the conversation, saying "well, Kelly, if you ever need or want somebody to flirt with you, look no further then right here," tapping my chest for emphasis. She blushed a little and thanked me as the train pulled into the station. We boarded and went to our respective seats, which were spread out through the car. An hour or so later, we arrived at our station.
As I walked down the steps from the platform to the sidewalk, I heard Kelly ask, "Hey, do you want a ride home?" I politely refused, thanking her and stating that it was only a short walk and a very nice afternoon. She smiled and said, "Just thought I'd ask. If you ever need one, let me know."
As I walked home, I couldn't help but think that perhaps I had just made a huge mistake. She never offered me a ride before I made that comment about flirting. My overactive imagination kicked into overdrive, and before I was at my front door, all sorts of lurid sex scenes were running through my mind.
A couple weeks later, I was waiting on the platform, ready to head home after what seemed like an endless day at work. I heard the tap of high heels behind me, and instinctively glanced over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of what I hoped was a young hotty.
"Hi," Kelly greeted me. "How was your day? No Michelle today?"
There was an awkward pause as I fought to regain my composure. "Uh, yes, Michelle said she had to leave on the earlier train for a doctor's appointment. My day was long, how about yours? And by the way Kelly, you look absolutely stunning!" She was wearing a slinky black dress that clung to her hips and really showed off her ample breasts. My only complaint would've been that the dress was a little long, going a couple inches below her knees.
"Ah, I bet you tell all the ladies that," she laughed and, something she'd never done before, lightly touched my shoulder. I'm not ashamed to admit it that her touch made my heart flutter. I scolded myself for acting like a kid in high school. "All I know, she said, is that I hope we get home on time. There's heavy rain forecasted and I'd like to get my grocery shopping done before it hits. Now, I've got to get out of these heels; my feet are killing me!" she sat down on one of the benches and removed a pair of flats from her bag. I watched in fascination as she slipped out of the heels, and leaned forward to put the new shoes on. Of course, leaning forward gave me a great view of those big beautiful tits, and I couldn't help but gawk. She looked up and smiled, clearly I had been caught looking.
For a majority of the ride home, I pondered my situation. There certainly did seem to be some sexual tension between us and I felt like a couple of the glances and the touch on the shoulder had been signals of some kind, but I honestly had no idea what she wanted or how far, if at all, she wanted things to go. We arrived back at our home platform and just as we disembarked from the train, the skies opened up.
"You're not planning on walking home in this, are you?" she asked as we stood in the shelter of the parking garage.
"I'm going to wait a couple minutes and see if it calms down. If it does, I'll be fine."
"Well, I'll wait with you. I don't want to get all the way home only to have to turn around and head back out to the store."
We waited for about five minutes or so, just making small talk, but the rain didn't let up. "Doesn't look like it's going to stop any time soon, she informed me, looking at the weather radar on her phone. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home."
" Are you sure? I don't want you to have to go out of your way."
"Yes, I'm sure, now come on!" She grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me to her SUV.
"Well, doesn't look like I'm doing my shopping today. I can't stand to go in the rain." she said as we waited at a traffic light. "This rain is crazy!" She nearly had to shout to make herself heard above the pounding rain.
I nodded in agreement, and then decided to tempt the hand of fate by adding a little inuendo to see how she responded. "It sounds like you don't like to get wet," I offered, admittedly a bit shily.
"Not true at all. I don't mind getting wet, the timing just has to be right. And with that, she lightly touched my knee. Not only did she touch my knee, but she left her hand there. And if that wasn't enough, as the light changed to green, gently slid her hand up toward my thigh. I reached over and put my hand on her knee.
"I saw how you looked at me today when I came up on the platform. I have to say, I haven't had a guy look at me with that kind of look in a long time. And, if I may be so bold, it really turned me on."
"Sorry," I replied, "but you really are stunning. Of course, I have a thing for dresses and skirts, so I might be a bit biased, though in your case, I don't think so."
"Ah, I'll bet you like skirts and dresses because of easy access, right? She giggled, and as she did, she pulled up her dress a bit. Nothing too crazy, just a couple inches, but the signal was clear.
I took a deep breath and slid my hand from her knee, up her leg toward her thigh, stopping when I got to the material of her dress, which was about four or five inches above her knee. We were now sitting in front of my house, the rain still pouring down. She put the car in gear.
"You can go further than that if you'd like," she said. She leaned back into the seat, pushing her hips forward a little, and spread her legs a bit. I slid my hand under her dress and between her thighs, lightly brushing the silkiness of the panties that covered her pussy. I slid a finger underneath the edge of her panties and gently eased it between her outer lips.
"My God that feels good," she breathed. "I want more, but not here, somebody might see. If you're up for it, let's go to my house. My husband won't be home for a while, so we can stop fooling around like teenagers!"
We pulled into her garage and she shut off the car. Now that we were out of the storm, the silence was deafening. Neither of us said anything for a couple minutes, just continuing to touch one another, me fondling her tits and sliding a finger or two into her pussy, and she rubbing my hard cock through my pants.
"Now what?"
"Now, I want you in the back seat of this vehicle, with no panties on and your legs spread wide open, so I can have easy access to your delicious pussy." Without a word, she hopped out of the driver's side and climbed in the back. I followed, still in disbelief that this was actually happening.
"Kelly, I can't tell you how often I've dreamed about how it would be to stick my tongue in your pussy and taste your wetness."
"Hurry up before you lose your chance. You're driving me crazy and I need to cum!"
"And after I fuck you with my tongue, I'm going to suck on your pretty pink clit, give it a nice massage with my tongue, and make you cum all over my face."
