She was sitting by herself looking out the train window at the people still milling around on the platform. The station was very busy since it was shortly after 5 and most businesses were winding down for the day. Luckily for her this train didn't seem that popular and with any luck she would get this set of 4 seats (2 facing her and the one beside her) to herself. She leaned back against the red tweed and breathed a sigh of relief as the intercom announced the train would be pulling out in 1 minute. Sixty seconds until she could totally relax and know she was going to enjoy some peace and quiet.
Suddenly she heard someone jogging down the aisle and sat down right beside her. With dismay on her face she looked to her right and saw a tall, lithe man with a big grin and milk chocolate eyes looking back at her. He stuck his hand out and said, "Hi, I am Scott."
She mustered a halfhearted smile and replied, "I am Diana. You know there are plenty of empty seats."
Scott, still grinning, said, "I know, but none of the others are beside a pretty girl."
Diana muttered something and then in a louder voice bluntly told him, "Look, I would really rather be alone if you don't mind."
"No I don't mind at all," Scott replied, showing no intention at all of moving to another seat. "But I for one am not moving, I like this seat."
"Fine!" was all Diana could muster. She turned her head towards the windows and firmly closed her eyes.
After what seemed an eternity, but closer to 20 minutes, of listening to his cheery banter, Diana had decided she would scream before she ever got to Denver in 2 more hours.
Then she felt it. A feathery light touch on her right knee. Did she really feel that, she wondered. Then it happened again, just a little higher on her thigh. "Oh my God" screamed through her head. That man beside her was touching her! What should she do? She decided just to ignore it for the moment and maybe he would stop.
He continued to caress her thigh with each touch slightly closer to the edge of her black leather skirt. Soon he hesitated and Diana held her breath. He had reached the smooth black leather. What would he do Diana wondered. With a gasp lodged in her throat, she found out as he slid his fingers under her skirt.
In her head, she knew she must stop him, but with her body slightly trembling she realized suddenly that she was enjoying his touch and didn't want him to stop. So she kept her eyes shut and tried to breath normally as his fingers reached the lace top of her hose and then continued until they reached the lacy elastic of her panties. She felt his fingers slide down to rest on the lace covering her clit.
She couldn't stand being quiet anymore. She started panting quietly as she turned and met his passion filled gaze with her own glazed eyes. "Don't stop please," she whispered.