(Author's note: This story is based upon "The Train Show", by Literotica author Devilsfucktoy, by their personal invitation to do so, and revisits the same premise and themes in my own style. You should go check out their work too.)
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Kitka had had a teasing, flirtatious courtship of Eric for two months. They'd kissed on the first date, she'd let him grope her tits through her shirt on the second, but up until tonight she hadn't let him undress her, let alone fuck her. Not because she didn't want to - but because they were both enjoying the thrill of anticipation. They knew it was going to happen - and soon.
They'd talked on video chat to arrange tonight's dinner.
"So when are we taking it to the next level?" Eric asked.
Kitka had smiled, and bit her lip, and said, "Take me out and buy me an expensive dinner, and I think you'll be a lucky man before the day is over." She fiddled with the top button of her shirt, casually unbuttoning it.
His eyes were alight with interest. "Is that a promise?" he asked.
She thought about it, and then said, "Yes. I want you thinking about it all dinner. I want you imagining it. It's the third of the month today. Take me somewhere *decadent* - *romance* me - and you'll have your cock inside me before it becomes the fourth."
She unbuttoned the second button of her shirt, and idly ran her fingers up and down the exposed skin - and then ended the call.
Eric lived up to his end of the bargain. He looked so good in a suit and tie that she wanted to submit to him right then and there. He took her to a restaurant that made her feel like they must have mistaken her for literal royalty just to let her in, and while he never let her see the cheque, she guessed that dinners plus drinks must have come to well over three hundred dollars. She blushed under the intensity of his attention and genuine attraction to her - *all* of her, although her risque black cocktail dress certainly pleased him - and by the time they left she was more than happy to deliver on her promise.
They decided to catch the train home. A taxi would have been easy; but she wanted the pleasure of strolling to the station with him, her arm held in his, his presence by her side.
When they reached the station, though, he turned to her, and said, "It's eleven thirty."
"Yes?" she said, not understanding.
"It'll take forty minutes to reach your house. Longer for mine."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"If I'm not mistaken, my lady," he said, "your promise was that I'd have my cock in you before it became the fourth."
She blushed bright red as she took his meaning.
He looked at her with a steady gaze, grinning ever so slightly.
Kitka knew she could say no. Eric would never *make* her do anything. Rather, he liked to make her *want* to do what he wanted. If she didn't want to go down this path, she need only ask. But she had a stubborn streak. She had made a promise; suggested a game; and she didn't want him to see her as a woman who didn't follow through.
"Yes," she said, holding his gaze. "I did say that."
He held out his hand. "Give me your panties," he said.
She blushed again, and looked around. There were other people on the platform, though none were looking at her specifically.
"The bathrooms..." she started, but he shook his head.
"You'll miss the train," he said.
She was confused. Didn't he want to fuck her, right now? Why did they need to catch the train?
And then she understood, and blushed even deeper.
Taking a deep breath - which pushed her tits forward in a way he clearly enjoyed - she reached under the hem of her cocktail dress, hooked the hem of her black lacy panties, and quickly wiggled them down her legs, hoping no one noticed. She lifted them up with one high-heeled foot, caught them in her hand, and placed them in Eric's palm, her face bright red.
"Good girl," he told her. Behind her she heard the hoot of an approaching train, and then the rush of air as it pulled to a stop behind her. She didn't look. Eric was still looking at her face, and she was damned if she'd blink first.
Finally, he widened his smile, and looked past her to the train. "Get on," he said.
The boarded the train. Late at night, it was mostly empty, but even so, Eric blessedly guided them to a seat in an empty car.
She went to sit, but Eric coughed. "On my lap," he said. "You're fulfilling your promise, right?"
She bit her lip, and waited for Eric to sit first. He adjusted his pants as he did. A moment later, she lowered herself down onto him - and squeaked.
