I glanced up from my book and looked over at you, sitting on the other side of the train. You were looking out of the window, watching the scenery glide silently past us. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was just setting below the horizon. There were 3 people sitting in our compartment - you, me and a teenaged boy, who was listening to music on his ipod. I looked back down at the book that I was reading and tried to concentrate on the words that my eyes were skimming across. I had re-read the same paragraph 4 times now, but couldn't tell you what it was about. I glanced over at you again. This time instead of looking out of the window, you were starting directly at me. I smiled and looked back down at my book, too shy to hold your gaze.
I re-read the same paragraph again - something about a hot guy on a train who wanted to kiss my full red lips. No wait, that wasn't right. Why couldn't I concentrate? I looked up again. You were still staring at me. My eyes slid over to the teenaged boy who had gotten up from his seat as the train slowed down, approaching the next station. He was standing in front of the doors, waiting for them to open. I looked over at you. You were smiling at me. I smiled back and looked down at my book again.
The train stopped and the teenaged boy stepped off the train and onto the platform. I looked over at you again but you were busy with something on the seat next to you. I took this moment to take in your features. You had light brown hair, toned arms, a long, kissable neck and broad shoulders. I couldn't see the rest of your body though because the seats where in the way. You stood up and hoisted a bag onto your right shoulder. Were you leaving? But the train had already started moving away from the station, so you couldn't be getting off. You turned your head, looked towards me and started heading in my direction. I glanced down at my book again.
"Is this seat taken?" you asked pointing to the seat next to me, even though we were alone in the carriage. I looked up at you and noticed how beautiful your eyes were.
"No." It was all I could muster. You sat down and put your bag next to mine on the seat opposite us. You smelt delicious. Once you were seated, I glanced over at you shyly but you were staring straight ahead smiling. I wondered what you would say to me next, but you just sat there with a big grin on your face. You still weren't looking at me. I noticed that you were taller than me, but not by too much.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked you.
"Just the fact that I'm sitting next to the most beautiful woman on the train." You replied. I turned around to make sure there was still definitely no-one sitting in our carriage.
"I'm the only woman on the train." I retorted.
"Well..." you turned to face me. "Lucky me." You still had a big goofy smile on your face. I laughed at your sense of humour and thought that maybe I would be the lucky one if I could manage to get your phone number before the end of the trip. I couldn't stop staring at your eyes. They were mesmerizing. I didn't want to look away.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Glen. But you can call me whatever you want." You didn't take your eyes off mine.
"Really? How about cheesy?"
"I prefer something along the lines of honey, babe, hunkalishous, or just plain - Oh God."
I rolled my eyes, but my mind was thinking that you were pretty hunkalishous. I looked out of the window. It had gotten dark outside and I was faced with your reflection, which was still staring at me. I watched it as you raised your hand up and traced a circle on my shoulder with your finger, hooking it around my neckline and slowly pulled it back towards you. I watched as you bent your head down towards my exposed skin and gently kissed my bare shoulder with your soft lips. I watched as your other hand landed on my thigh and you gently squeezed it. I felt my heart starting to race as I let you - a total stranger - touch me in ways that I hadn't let anyone touch me in months. I kept watching your reflection as I felt your lips getting closer to my neck, my chin, my lips. I closed my eyes and turned my head towards you ever so slightly and your lips landed on mine. You kissed me softly. So softly.
I felt your hand move from my neckline to the back of my neck where you caressed my hair with your fingertips. You cradled my head in your hand and turned my head towards you more. I felt your tongue push against mine ever so gently and I opened my mouth wider to encourage you.
Your hand was still on my thigh, but you had hooked your thumb underneath my skirt, around my leg and underneath me, which made me realize how large your hands were. You made me feel calmly safe and excited, both at the same time. How was that possible? I felt you grab my leg and slide it across the seat towards you, parting my legs slightly. My mind started racing now. What was this guy going to do to me? Surely he wouldn't start fondling me in a public place? Isn't that the sort of thing teenagers do?
You continued kissing me gently, as your hand started sliding up my thigh towards my crotch, taking my skirt with it. Did you realize that you were making me wet? Usually I was the one in control. As a rule, I was the type of woman who made a man wait months before he got the chance to sleep with me, but I couldn't make myself stop you. It was usually me who would make the first move, but being submissive seemed to excite me even more right now. You seemed to know exactly what you were doing and our mouths seemed to fit together perfectly. It was like your lips were specially made to kiss mine.
I could feel your hand getting closer to the top of my stockings. Soon you'd be able to feel the lace at the top of them where they had a little bow sewn on for decoration. They were the kind with elastic at the top as well, so that they stayed up on their own.
You started nibbling my bottom lip and this distracted me for the slightest moment, while your fingers grazed over the lace of my stockings and then gently over the lace of my knickers directly between my legs. I could feel your fingers softly caressing my clit through the material. I sucked my breath in with surprise. I couldn't believe I was letting you do this to me in a public place. And I didn't even know you! ... I didn't stop you though.
I felt my clit start to enlarge as my pussy became wetter with each stroke. Surely you could feel how warm it was getting down there? And you must be able to feel my knickers getting damp too. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the stimulation that your fingers were giving me, while your lips where still massaging mine. It felt so good!
Suddenly I heard the train doors open and I opened my eyes and broke away from your lips as I looked up to see an older gentleman walking into our carriage. I didn't even feel the train slow down at the oncoming station and now there was someone intruding on us and I felt so exposed. I realized he probably couldn't see what we were doing because of all the seats in between him and us, but I still felt like he was invading our space.
At that moment I felt one of your fingers slip underneath the elastic of my knickers and plunge deep inside me. I cried out in surprise and the elderly gentleman turned to look in our direction. Both my eyes and mouth were wide open as I stared at him and I froze, not sure what I should do. He gave us a look of disgust and started walking in the other direction. You slid your finger in and out of me as he opened the door to the next carriage and disappeared from my sight.
I turned to look at you, still not sure what I should be doing or saying. I was shocked at myself for letting a stranger finger me in a public place. This was not how I usually acted and I wasn't sure whether I should be enjoying it or disgusted at myself. I placed my hand on yours and was about to remove your hand from between my legs when you started stroking my clit with your thumb. You still had my head in your other hand and you returned my lips to yours. There were your beautiful eyes again, locked on mine as you kissed me deeply. I felt myself melting into your arms. Ready to let you do as you pleased to me. How could a man that I'd never met before have such control over me in such a gentle way? I felt totally captivated by you. You had my full attention.
My hand was still atop yours as you moved your finger in and out of my wet pussy. Each time you thrust it inside me, I felt the pressure of your thumb close in on my clit.
I wanted to touch you too. I reached out and placed my hand on the bulge in your jeans. I grabbed the material in the palm of my hand and tried to circle your dick in my palm. Your cock was huge!
"I want to taste you." You whispered in my ear. I watched as you removed your hand from inside my pussy and slid off the seat and onto the floor of the train, right between my legs. You grabbed my arse and slid me forward so I was sitting right on the edge of the seat. You turned your head and started kissing my thigh through my stockings, still holding onto my arse cheeks. Slowly you slid your hands down onto my thighs and slid my skirt up so that I could see the lace of my knickers sticking out from underneath. You grabbed one of my legs and placed my foot on the seat opposite me where our bags were, then did the same with the other one so I was in a semi-laying down position, sprawled across the two facing chairs. Your face was centimeters from my pussy. I rested my thighs on your shoulders and watched you as you eyed off your prize.
You moved my knickers to one side and just looked at my pussy. My pulse was racing. I watched your eyes move up and down my slit. You were probably noticing how I had shaved my pubic hair into a small landing strip that morning. You couldn't take your eyes off my pussy. What were you waiting for? Lick me already! But you just stared at me. Slowly you ran one of your fingers along the folds of my pussy, down one side and then up the other resting your fingertip at the top of my clit, not moving it again. This drove me crazy! I wanted your tongue to follow the route that your finger did. Then I wanted you to suck on my clit and I wanted it now!
