It's early on a cold fresh morning, the wind blows as Hummingbird waits on the platform at New Street Train Station.
She's wearing a smart grey pin striped suit with a silk blouse, high heeled black shiny shoes, gold jewellery and gold dangly ear rings.
Her make up is just right, quite natural, not too much and not too little. Her lips are a nice shade of wine red. The hot colour of passion.
Her legs are covered in fine black silk seamed stockings, Her underwear is a matching set of gold & red, balcony bra, suspender belt with 4 straps for each leg and a pair of sheer lacy, mound hugging thong panties.
She feels good, she feels excited and warm between her legs.
Thinking how she loves to be on a train.
Remembering how she had told her husband that morning before she left, how turned on and how aroused she'd got thinking of sitting near and next to total strangers.
Stranger's almost touching each other. She remembered how last time she'd sat and fantasised all kinds of naughty stories as the train chugged along!
But today she wanted someone to see her stockings.
To see what a naughty dirty bitch she could be!
Her husband would expect to hear all about it and she loved reporting back to him. She knew she'd have his full attention -- even if nothing happens today on the train, even if she just recalls her thoughts and fantasies to her husband!
Her husband had watched her dress this morning and had wanted her -- but there had not been enough time!
Just then her train arrived.
She moved forward as did a smart professional middle aged man in a dark suit with a most cheerful bright red polka dot tie.
He stood close to her and she felt a warm tingle run through her body as she smelt the heady aroma of his masculine aftershave.
Her chest heaved as she slowly took in his scent.
Her heart raced fast for a moment, as she suddenly longed to kiss his neck. Touch his skin, taste his lips and feel his mature manly strong body pressed up close to hers.
The doors opened, she moved forward as he did also.
She found a seat and was willing him to sit right next to her, or opposite her would have been a bonus. But he walked off down to the other end of the train.
Her heart stopped racing and she felt disappointed.
The lady next to her had her head in a book and looked boring, with her straight limp hair and her dull grey clothes.
Hummingbird looked around the train, scanning over the people, her eyes spotted a young woman, maybe in her late twenties and wearing a tight figure hugging lycra top. It clung to a nice large firm pair of breasts and a pair of figure hugging trousers. She looked her up and down and decided she looked very sexy, curvy and shapely and actually very fuckable.
Hummingbird's eyes could not leave her mound, she thought to herself how nice it looked.
She was imagining how she looked underneath the fabric.
Would she have small girlie lips with a tiny neat clit or did she have big womanly lips with a bulging fleshy clit that stood out proud. Just begging to be sucked!
Would she be smooth, soft and peachy or did she have a neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair or did she have a hairy bush all womanly scented.
Hummingbird wouldn't have minded how she looked as Hummingbird loved the sight of a woman's body.
Especially the thought of exploring in between her legs, opening her up, pulling her apart - to see and reveal for herself the secret delights that she'd find.
She closed her eyes with that vivid picture and naughty thought in her mind.
The train stopped and the dull boring bookworm woman hurried off.
Hummingbird then spotted him coming towards her hmmmmmmmmmmm she thought -- nice - yes he is very kissable and very fuckable too.
She looked him up and down as he walked -- wow he had a sexy walk, yes Hummingbird thought that he was sex on legs!
As he got closer Hummingbird's legs parted slightly and he immediately glanced down between her legs.
His face now beamed with a glint and a sparkle in his dark eyes.
She cheekily smiled at him and fluttered her eyelashes in a very flirty forward way.
Then just when she thought oh well I bet that made his day. But, he stopped and actually sat down right opposite to her, he didn't hide the fact that he was staring at her legs and up her skirt.
Hummingbird felt a huge rush of excitement coarse through her veins, through her entire body. What a buzz and how delightful it felt - being looked at like that.
How she always craved this kind of attention and the knowledge of her knowing that he was looking at her!
She wriggled forward on the seat, her skirt hitching up further.
She looked out of the window, knowing only too well that he now had a really good view right up her skirt. She knew he could see the tops of her legs. Her stocking straps and her strong thighs.
She knew the flesh of her thighs against the dark silk of her stockings would be fully displayed to him.
Maybe even a hint of the red and gold crotch of her panties that now, as she wriggled forward, were pressing deliciously into her aching moist mound.
She knew that she must look such a sexy hot arsed bitch for that was just how she felt right at this moment.
Mr very fuckable man seemed to be fidgeting a lot and she turned and looked at him, her eyes caught his.
She was very direct and wanted him to feel her sexual confidence.
His face was smiling back at her, she felt herself blush with an amazing heat of desire uncontrollably flushing her face.
The heat flushed her cheeks pink and made her chest hot and blotchy.
Hummingbird smiled back with that warm sexy flirty smile that she had learnt to do so well.
He leaned forward and asked
"Are you going to London too?"
"Oh no" she replied "I'm getting off at Leamington Spa"
His eyes still looked her up and down as she looked him up and down.
Their eyes meet for a second and they held that look, each seemed to be reading the others mind!
She could feel her breasts swell, her nipples harden. Her body flush more and more. Her clit engorge, ache and throb against the material of her thong - her now damp and pressing right into her slit - thong.
Her breathing quickened and she was starting to get very wet and swollen down there.
She thought
"Oh my god, what am I doing, teasing this hunky Mr very fuckable man like this."
So she closed her eyes and started dreaming, she just couldn't help herself or stop.
She had such a massive urge and powerful feeling that she was fantasising.
She was dreaming of his big strong hands, touching her all over her body.
His mouth on hers, his hot breath, his tongue.
His skin touching hers and his need - maybe his need was as great as hers!
