Story 3
It was the middle of the second week in July and Michelle had finished her term at university nearly two weeks ago.
Since her first encounter with Rosa, the remaining weeks before the end of term had been very much focused on her uni work, well, with the exception a two or three more sensual video calls with her flatmate to that sexy adventurous couple in Spain she'd been introduced to.
The same arrangement had remained in place between her and Rosa who was always quick to reassure Michelle that it was their secret alone after each of their calls. This pact made the trysts even more special.
As the term had ended, Michelle was now due to return to her home on the outskirts of London. The journey usually took upward of three and and half hours by train which was really the only means by which she was able to travel on her limited funds. Having bought her ticket in advance, Michelle was busy packing so that she was ready to travel later that day.
The student town seemed rather empty as she caught the bus with her bags to the station. It was about a fifteen minute journey door to door. Armed with her water bottle, a few snack items and a book, she boarded the train. It had rained last night but the afternoon had now become uncharacteristically hot and humid.
Considering the conditions, Michelle had dressed for the weather but also a little smartly. Even though she wanted to be comfortable on the trip, she knew to look nice for when her mother collected her from the station.
Michelle had on a light blue vintage 1950s style dress which was pleated and which flared out from the waist beautifully. The upper torso of the dress was fitted and the buttoned front aligned pleasingly between her full bust.
Michelle covered her arms with a delicate cream coloured bolero. On her feet, she wore a pair of simple retro-looking white pumps to complete the look. On any long journey, Michelle always carried with her a large pashmina which she could wrap herself completely within should she start to feel a chill, and she often did if she was sat still for too long.
As she stepped onto the train, she saw that the second class carriage was not that busy which was a welcome circumstance. Michelle preferred a bit of space so that she could spread her things out and not worry about it.
Despite not liking too many people in the mix, she didn't like a completely empty carriage either. This meant she couldn't then indulge in her favourite pastime on long journeys which was to quietly observe the other passengers, eavesdropping on their conversations, imagining what their lives might be like, where they might be going and for what reason they were travelling.
Michelle supposed this was another aspect of her voyeuristic tendencies and it had been her personal delight since her youth, much before she had realised her other, more sensual, voyeur's preferences.
Michelle settled herself back down into her aisle seat, part of a table which seated four passengers. She preferred to have a surface on which to place her things and a plug for her phone. It was also nice to have the room to stretch out her legs a little more without another seat in front of her.
The only downside to such a seat was, as a single traveller, it became a complete lottery as to who would take up the remainder of the seats around the table. In almost every eventuality, Michelle didn't mind who she ended up being sat with as she enjoyed a little surprise or two. That was unless they were too loud or were with young, unruly children which could make the journey somewhat arduous.
She placed her bags in the luggage section and took the remainder of her belongings back to her seat. Michelle had opted for what she thought was an appropriate book for the journey. She was a huge fan of Agatha Christie and had selected the classic 'Murder On The Orient Express' as her reading material. She had read it many times before but always relished the artistry by which the author weaved her plots together, so it wasn't ever a problem to read the story over and over again. Of course, she knew the plot resolution, but found great comfort in just enjoying the build up that led the reader to the big finale.
Reflecting a little as she began to read, she mused that, perhaps, it was much akin to the way in which she liked to enjoy her sexual pleasures. For Michelle, it was never about the final climax alone. She was equally concerned with the journey to such a point as with the inevitable, dramatic denouement.
Michelle raised her arms above her head, her fingers locked together to produce a long stretch to her upper body. She glanced about the carriage, surveying for the first time in detail the other passengers who had already taken up their seats.
There were a pair of suited businessmen whose faces were buried in their broadsheets towards the middle of the car, just behind her. In the seats nearest the doors sat an older lady who had already began to click away with a pair of knitting needles, working on a rather elaborate magenta shawl.
There were also two boys in their late teens, dressed in almost identical tracksuits adorned with earbuds, hunched over their phones in the seats two rows to her right both completely absorbed in whatever they were looking at on their screens.
It was close to 3.18pm which was the time that the train was due to make its departure and the three seats around Michelle's table were still all vacant.
At the final announcement to board from the PA system, the doors to the carriage opened and two passengers hurriedly alighted, hauling two hefty suitcases with them from the platform. As the doors hissed back into a closed position, the background light dispersed and Michelle was now able to make out two figures before her more clearly.
First to step into the train was a man in his early thirties. He was quite tall with brown curly hair. He looked ruffled (perhaps by the stress of their last gasp boarding). From the disheveled look of his light linen suit, Michelle thought that he'd probably been travelling for the last 12 hours or so.
From her seat, Michelle continued to look on as the man's companion hauled her even larger suitcase onboard. She was about the same age as her travel companion or maybe a few years his junior. She was short and full figured with long wavy black hair which cascaded down over her thigh length floral summer dress which only barely contained her very sizeable breasts.
Michelle couldn't help but see her bust swell upwards through the open vee neck of her dress as she and her friend rushed to take her luggage inside the train.
The makeup she wore seemed to be quite dressy for travel but now a bit worn off, so perhaps the pair had come straight from a party the evening before.
Michelle saw the them place their luggage near the door next to hers and watched as they scanned the carriage for their seat numbers. Finally they moved in her direction and took up the table seats on the opposite side of her table.
