"Damn it!" shouted Steve, frustrated, as he switched off the computer.
"What's the matter?" asked Kat, looking up from her book.
"It's this poster I'm designing," explained Steve, "Or at least trying to design." He folded his arms and slumped back into his chair.
"You mean the one for Ladies' Day?" Kat wondered why Steve was having problems. He could normally knock up a poster in minutes, good ones too.
"No decent photos," sighed Steve, "I must have scoured the entire Internet for over an hour and still came up with nothing. All I wanted was a photo of a woman on the footplate of a steam locomotive..."
Ladies' Day was an established annual event at the Valley Line, in an attempt to attract more women into the male-dominated world of steam railway preservation. On this one day, the whole railway would be staffed by female volunteers. The steam train's Driver and Fireman would be women, as would the Guard. More ladies would run the signalbox, check tickets and run the station, leaving the men to disappear into the background and get on with some less glamourous jobs like cleaning out the ash-pit.
"How about..." started Kat, and then stopped mid-sentence, seeming to change her mind.
"What?" asked Steve.
"It was nothing," Kat said, "Unless..."
Steve looked at her encouragingly. "I haven't had any better ideas."
"Why don't you get your camera and go down to the station this afternoon? We can take our pick of the engines, and I could be your cover girl for the day."
Steve could have kissed her, in fact he did, and as they enjoyed the moment of intimacy, he remembered that Kat had done some modelling before they met. Lingerie, no less, and her boyfriend at the time had no idea. She hadn't shown Steve any of the pictures but he could dream, couldn't he?
They arrived at Bramford station at around 4pm and found they had the whole place to themselves. Steve busied himself looking for good angles and hunting for oily rags. His plan was to set fire to some of the rags in the smokebox of the locomotive, giving the impression that it was "in steam". He was just setting up the tripod when Kat came round the corner. She was wearing the usual blue overalls - dungarees and a jacket, and her engine driver's cap, with her hair tucked up inside.
"Come on babe, let's get started" said Kat as she climbed the steps onto the footplate. Steve looked through the viewfinder and zoomed in, focusing on her beautiful round ass as she bent over to pick up the shovel. He gave a wolf-whistle, and Kat turned round sharply. "We're supposed to be attracting women to the Railway," she said, "not dirty old men."
"So I'm a dirty old man, am I?" said Steve, "Thanks very much!"
"Well, not old, anyway," Kat had to concede, "but as for dirty..." Kat left the sentence hanging as they both thought back to the events of last Friday night in berth 1a of the sleeping carriage.
Like a true professional, Kat posed for Steve as the shutter clicked away. Kat rubbed some soot on her fingers and drew a couple of light smudges on her face. She lifted her cap and ran her fingers through her long, dark hair, giving it a tousled look. Steve looked her in the eye and licked his lips before getting back to the job in hand. Click, click, click.
As he watched through the viewfinder, he could see Kat take off her jacket and loosen the top button of the blue shirt she wore underneath. It was one of Steve's old uniform shirts that he had given her to wear at the railway and he could see the fabric pull tight across her breasts. Kat undid another button and bent forward, leaning on the shovel. As Steve zoomed in he could see the dark valley of her cleavage. He watched transfixed as a single bead of sweat ran slowly down, and disappeared between Kat's glistening breasts.
Steve reached into his pocket for another roll of film and realised he was becoming aroused. Hardly surprising, as Kat's poses became more tantalising. She was bending over again, pretending to shovel some coal into the firebox and Steve stopped for a moment to enjoy the view of Kat's curvy bottom.
"It's a wrap!" shouted Steve. He had plenty of good shots, he was sure. The last roll of film wouldn't be suitable for use on the poster, but he might print some off for his own personal enjoyment.
"Not so fast!" called Kat, "I'm going to get changed and we can take some more pictures."
Steve watched as she climbed the steps to the signal box, then busied himself loading the film, wondering what she had in store. As he finished setting up the tripod around the front of the locomotive he felt two soft hands cover his eyes. "Surprise!" whispered Kat, and gently kissed the back of his neck. Steve turned round and saw Kat with a long red cape drawn around her shoulders. She had tied her hair up and cleaned the smudges from her face, the white fur-trimmed collar contrasting with her rosy cheeks and full red lips. Steve looked down. The cape reached down to Kat's ankles, and he caught a glimpse of white, and saw the heels...
Steve sighed, knowing that she was wearing those boots. They were pure white and shiny, and clung to Kat's shapely calves all the way to her knees. The four-inch heels and platform soles made her long legs look like they went on forever. As she slowly opened the cloak he gazed at the boots before allowing his gaze to travel upwards. Steve let out a low whistle as he took in the short dress Kat was wearing. It was mainly red, with a green pattern on the soft fabric. The hem and neckline were trimmed with lace. Before Steve had a chance to speak, Kat put one foot onto the locomotive's running-plate and struck a pose. Steve, not wanting to waste an oppurtunity, stepped back behind the camera once more and began snapping away.
Kat turned round and leaned forward, touching the toes of her boots with both hands, then just as Steve thought it couldn't possibly get any better, a gust of wind lifted the short skirt above her waist. Kat immediatley reached round to flick it back down, but the short glimpse had been enough. Steve felt his cock stiffen as he realised Kat wasn't wearing any underwear. A sly grin crept onto his face. He was pretty sure he had it all on film. "Wow," he thought to himself, "that girl sure has a great ass!"
He was about to take another picture but a sharp clunk told him that this was the end of the film. The last roll. "Party's over babe!" he shouted to Kat, "no more film."
"That's what you think," purred Kat as she walked slowly towards him, "The party's just starting."
As she put her arms around him he saw a faraway look in her eyes. It was starting to become familiar to him, a combination of love and pure, naked lust. A heartbeat later they were sharing a smooth, warm kiss. His arms circled her waist as he drew her closer. As Kat parted her lips he felt her soft tongue reaching for his. Steve lowered his hands and gently squeezed the two fleshy round globes of her naked ass. He felt the warm supple flesh yield beneath his fingers and was about to reach between her legs when Kat broke off the kiss. Surprised, Steve's hands dropped to his sides, but before he could question her she skipped quickly away and climbed onto the footplate of the steam locomotive. Steve could do nothing but follow her, and he watched as she took off the red cloak and spread it out across the rough floorboards.
Kat sat down on the cloak and gestured for Steve to sit down beside her. He had barely sat down when Kat reached across to kiss him. He opened his arms to embrace her but before he could she gripped him firmly by the wrists and pressed his arms against his sides. Steve liked it when a woman took control of the situation, and when Kat pushed him back down onto the footplate and straddled him he offered no resistance. This time when he tried to wrap his arms around her, Kat forced his arms back onto the floor so his hands were above his head, and held him tightly so he couldn't move.
