"Whew! Just made it," you think, as you nicely control the small slide to a halt on the polished floor.
You have made it onto the carriage of the last train of the night, just as the doors were closing.
As your body stops the momentum causes your bag to fall from your shoulder, it swings round and hits you in the chest. The heavy textbooks it contains cause you to exhale a loud "hummph," and you need to sit down immediately.
Luckily, as this is the last train for the evening, there are plenty of seats available and you flop down into the one closest. Getting your breath back you begin to look up to check your fellow passengers. However, your gaze only gets to the vision of beauty that is seated opposite.
As your eyes rise from the floor, where they had been looking while you were trying to get air back into your lungs, you see a pair of low high heel shoes, sensible business wear. These enclose feet that are covered in a sheer black stocking material.
You slowly rise higher and are confronted with legs that are, so far, seeming to go on forever. The bend at the knee has you pause, they are very slightly apart and the cavity between them is tantalizing. It is however too dark to make out if your are looking at stockings or pantyhose.
The pause here must have been noticed, the knees move slightly, and now there is less to view.
Your eyes continue their journey up. They now fall onto the meeting of a business skirt and a silk blouse just above the waist. The skirt provides cover for a perfectly rounded upper thigh and buttock area.
Your gaze has to move on, it now reaches the mound that is caused by the presence of two appropriately proportioned breasts covered with the silk of the blouse.
Today had to have been one of the hottest, if not the hottest, of the year so far. The vision before you has her top buttons undone to a discreet level, to allow whatever breeze there had been access.
Again not pausing too long, your roaming now falls on a long neckline that is uncovered by hair. This has been tied back into a loose bun, to probably help with the temperatures as well.
As you move your focus to her face, her dark green eyes are framed by slashes of dark auburn hair that seem to have escaped the prison of the bun. Her pert nose leads to luscious red lips that are currently formed into a small, cheeky, grin.
You smile back at her, and hope her eyes stay focused on yours. You feel a sensation in your groin that means a small peak will be appearing there anytime soon.
She smiles back, and moves slightly. You start to look around the rest of the carriage, wanting to confirm the number of other passengers, but are distracted by the vision now before you.
