Chapter 1-The Train
She never knew sex could be any different. Mandy settled down in bed after a routine love making session with Kevin, her partner of a year and a half. She thought she was happy with him- they lived together in their slightly shabby excuse for a flat in east London, plodding along in their shared existence. True they loved each other, in a banal sort of way, and yes there were close times- intimate times. Very rarely though, was there excitement. The sex was decent, the same as their lives really; routine, comfortable. She would lie down and settle into the bed and he would begin stroking her shoulder, her chest, his hands slipping ever lower. Eventually resting, of course, on her underwear- he would usually make little circles around her clit with his fingers until he felt her getting wet, then he would climb on top and pump away for about ten minutes. Sometimes there would be kissing, sometimes if she actually fancied an orgasm that night she might rub her clit herself so that she actually had the outside chance of coming before he finished. Usually she would come, which would without fail make him come too, and they would both collapse and fall asleep. Even when she didn't climax there was still some sense of satisfaction in feeling his orgasm ripple through his body- at least she was doing something right.
Tonight, though, she was restless. The calmness and exhaustion that orgasm usually brought was refusing to fall over her, and she couldn't understand why. Work was fine, home was fine, and Kevin was fine. What was missing?
She showered and dressed for work as usual the next morning, still with this restless feeling in her belly. Mandy continued with the routine- breakfast, teeth brushed and a kiss on the cheek for Kevin before leaving for the train station. She waited as usual for the 8.20 train to Waterloo, barely noticing the people around her. They all crammed onto the train, shuffling forwards and rallying for pole position next to the doors. It was then that she noticed who was standing next to her- a tall man, almost a foot taller than her 5 foot 5 inches, with wide shoulders and although she couldn't tell with his jacket on, she could imagine some pretty impressive muscles hiding beneath that fabric. Wearing a black suit and light blue shirt with a tie, he looked like any other businessman you might see on a train headed to the centre of London. The difference was in his face- not only was he handsome, with his big brown eyes and floppy hair, but his face told her he was looking forward to the day. He had a sense of excitement in his face, a sort of glint in his eye that most lack at this time of the morning. She studied him intently, he was very attractive and almost hypnotising to her, standing there in all his tall-ness and brown eye-d glory. He looked up from his paper and smiled at her, although it was not just a smile... it was deeper than that. He seemed not only to look at her, but through her. It gave Mandy goose bumps. She had to talk to him; she needed to hear what this handsome stranger sounded like.
'Have you got the time?' She asked, meekly. He smiled again and looked down at his watch.
'Half past eight' he replied. His voice was deliciously deep, with a hint of an American accent. He returned his eyes to his paper. Mandy felt disappointed. She was drawn to this man, for whatever reason, it seemed wrong that she initiated contact and nothing had happened- her instincts were usually so reliable. 'Ah well,' she thought to herself, 'as if a man like that would ever be interested in me... plus, I have Kevin.' Still, her mind couldn't help but wander. He was so LARGE. A man like that could lift her up and throw her on a bed with ease. Her eyes moved across from her iPod to his chest, and then to his hands (they were men's hands and no mistaking. Big, strong looking hands.) And now a quick glance at his crotch... was that a movement? She looked up and saw he was staring at her- 'oh God he's seen me, shit I was staring at his cock!' She looked away immediately and busied herself with her phone. 'Fuck, what must he think of me?!' She glanced across from her phone once more. He was still staring. She had never been looked at that way before- it was as if he could see right through her boring clothes to the skin underneath, and he liked what he saw. Her heart raced. 'Oh God, oh God what is this?' She returned to her phone, hoping that no one had noticed this steamy exchange. The train halted at the next station and more commuters piled in. She was pushed right to the corner of the standing part of the carriage, all of the passengers facing the doors opposite with their backs to her. She then noticed that the man was standing directly behind her. He was touching her- one hand on her hip, and the other had dropped his paper and was moving her hair away from her neck.
'Hello again' he whispered. There go those goose bumps again. She wanted to say something back, explain that she had a partner at home, that she was taken, but somehow the words did not come to her. She could feel his hard on pressing into the small of her back, oh how she wanted to touch it, to grab hold of it and hear that deep voice moan. His hand was moving down now. 'Oh God he mustn't, no he mustn't feel how wet I am! If his fingers go there I won't be able to say no'. He bent down slightly and touched her thigh, his hand slowly moving upward toward her soaked cunt. Her mind knew she should stop him, but her body wouldn't let her. Sex never felt this good, this exciting. His hands were both up her skirt now, pulling down her pants just enough that when he reached around with his right hand his finger could slide all the way back and enter her. She felt his cock jump in its clothed cage when he encountered her wetness, and she could take it no longer, she had to touch him. She reached behind her and placed her hand on his hard cock, and he let out a tiny, deep growl in her ear. That noise stirred something in her, but at the same time scared her- 'shit, did anyone hear that?' But no, the other passengers were far too deep in their own thoughts to notice their little show. He had two fingers buried deep insider her pussy now, slowly moving in and out, and whilst he did this he thrusted his crotch up and down against her hand in the same rhythm. Mandy couldn't believe how amazing it felt. Then his fingers stopped moving in and out, and instead he pushed them both deep inside and wiggled them, quickly back and forth. Now it was Mandy's turn to moan. 'Oh god, why does that feel so good?' Her pussy was aching for more, and her own wetness was beginning to run down her legs. Then the train came to a stop again.
