This is a work of pure fiction inspired by recent discussions about lipstick, and passion and just eroticism in general. There will most likely be at least a part two because it's already churning around in my head. As always I love to hear from people both about my work and just to chat.
The midnight train as it was called by most of the people who rode it was actually the 11:40 out of the city for the one hour twenty minute ride up to state college. The line was an older line and most of the stations historic landmarks. The train line also ran the train with a mixture of modern cars with charger ports, comfortable reclining seats and cup holders along with some older restored cars with small cabins that had glass windows and doors with shades allowing for some degree of privacy. It was in just such a spot Gabby seated herself for the long ride away from the noise of the city.
The tall leggy redhead actually hated the city but in a desperate attempt at having friends she agreed to hangout in what ended up being a drug fueled rave. Naïve and inexperienced she bolted when the first guy grabbed her a little too sexually. "You're never going to get laid acting like this." She said aloud to herself as she sat on the brown leather bench and glanced out the window. She watched as a woman walked out of the darkness. Tall and blond she looked powerful. Gorgeous gabby thought. "Bet she gets laid all the time."
Gabby jumped a little as the woman looked right up into her eyes as if she had heard what Gabby had said. It was only for a moment then the woman moved towards the rear of the train. Gabby shook it off and opened her book for the trip back to her dorm. She jumped again when suddenly the wood and glass door to the compartment opened and in walked the same tall blond. Gabby couldn't help but stare.
Her hair was long, middle of her back long, and perfectly straight. She was slightly pale but this was made obvious because of the bright red lipstick she had on her perfect lips. Her nails wore the same bright red to match the 6" heels on her black stocking feet. A tight black pencil skirt and white silk blouse she wore in contrast to the red accents. She caught Gabby staring as her heels clicked on the polished wood floor. Gabby looked back into her book trying to remain calm.
The blond had sat opposite Gabby and crossed her long legs. Grinning at how uncomfortable the young lady obviously was Cassandra began to unbutton her blouse a little more. There, if she looks again she will see some of the lace bra that covered her voluptuous chest. Yes Cassandra thought, knew actually, she will look again.
Gabby couldn't read a word in her book. She wanted to look at the attractive woman who decided to share her cabin but was too nervous to risk a glance. "What the hell Gabs? Look already, and why are you looking anyway? You're not gay. Right?" The inner argument kept her bust long enough for the train to pull out of the station without notice.
Gabby slowly moved her eyes up and could see the black stockings covering the woman's long legs. She saw the probably expensive stiletto heels that she herself could never walk in. As she tried to look up further she saw the woman's fingers move, like a wave. This brought her eyes up to meet her gaze. She was staring right at her. The deep brown eyes, those perfect red lips. The black lace bra just peeking out from the partly open blouse. "was that like that before?"
"I love these old cars they use." Cassandra's voice was soft yet firm startling the young lady back behind her book. Cassandra maintained her stare just the same. "I love to sit here and just take in the sights, sounds and smells. See the lighting is dim so you can see outside more easily, and the car rides completely different than those modern ones." Cassandra saw the girl's eyes again, looking right at her now. "I mostly love how the cars smell, all the new leather you see, that and the beautiful woods. I am Cassandra by the way."
Gabby stuttered to answer not really sure what to do. "I'm gabb... Gabby." She finally managed looking up and staring not at the woman's eyes this time but swearing another button had been undone revealing more bra and cleavage. Her eyes went wide and in order to stop what had to be obvious leering she brought her gaze up to the woman's face.
