It was a long train journey from London to Inverness but Lucy preferred it to flying. Flying was stressful, train journeys were restful. At least for her. It was also much more pleasant to take the late night trains. They were slower and took longer but were generally less crowded and those that were on the train tended to fall asleep so it was quiet and peaceful with only the clack of the rails and the darkness of the English and Scottish countryside to keep Lucy relaxed. She was able to arrive in Inverness relaxed and well rested rather than harrassed and with her luggage on its way to Amsterdam.
It was a long way to go for a date and a lot of trouble and expense but that was what she was doing. Lucy had a friend called Malcolm, she'd known him for years and for years they had been what is termed 'fuck buddies'. Lucy didn't really like the term. She and Malcolm had just explored their sexuality together, tried new things and been on call for one another. It was an arrangement that had always worked well. Even now Lucy was in a relationship, she had always made time for Malcolm. Keith didn't mind, he knew Malcolm and, frankly, Lucy knew that Keith had his own 'fuck buddy'. She didn't mind that either, Kelly was a nice enough girl, if a little boring. And then Malcolm got a job in the north of Scotland. It was only temporary, nine months or so. But they had both been annoyed, particularly Malcolm since he was not in a relationship and so had nobody else to play with as Lucy did.
When they'd both been living in London, assignations could be arranged by text message and half an hour later they could be at one another's houses or hotel or a pub toilet or wherever the mood took them, once even in a quiet corner of a tube station. But with Malcolm at the other end of the country, their dates had to be arranged at least a couple of days in advance. Malcolm had been close to bursting when he called Lucy during the week and begged her to come up for the weekend. He'd found a great club they could go to. Lucy told Keith that she was going up (he'd been okay with that because Kelly's husband was out of town too), booked a train ticket and here she was, with her naughtiest toys in a bag at her feet and a few changes of clothes in a bag in the luggage rail above her. Thinking about the weekend ahead was making Lucy twitch a little, she tried to take her mind of it by reading a book but since the book was an erotic fiction she was taking up for Malcolm it only made matters worse. She stared out of the window for a while, stared around the mostly empty carriage but couldn't get her mind off the romps she was travelling across the country for.
Finally she stood up, faking a stretch, and glanced up the carriage. There were only a handful of other people in the carriage, only one of whom was awake, a chap behind her, across the aisle who was plugged into his laptop.
Feeling deliciously naughty, Lucy sat back down, nonchalantly leaned down and felt around for a remote control love-egg she'd been planning to wear to meet Malcolm. She had a blanket over her knees already and a skirt on. It was the work of a moment to discreetly slip her knickers off and into the bag. She felt between her legs to find that she was already wet and ready and the egg slid in easily. She put in her i-pod headphones and took out the remote for the love-egg. Hopefully if anyone walked past her they'd think she was listening to music and the remote was her Mp3 player. Postponing the moment she was gagging for as long as she could stand it, she switched on the egg to it's lowest setting. It began to buzz inside her and she smiled happily and squirmed down into her seat to enjoy this very public orgasm. Bit by bit she dialled the vibrations up, closing her eyes when the warm waves began to travel to her fingers and toes. Her clitoris was aching to be stroked so she slid her free hand under the blanket. Before she began to stroke herself she opened her eyes to check nobody was watching her and was shocked to discover that the man with the laptop was no longer with his laptop but was sitting beside her, watching her closely.
She gasped but he shook his head sharply and put his finger to his lips.
"Don't wake everybody in the carriage." He whispered, just beside her ear, "You might be angry with me but how will you explain the fact that you're making yourself cum on a public train?" Lucy couldn't dispute the logic of that and she really did need to cum. The man smiled,
"My name's Liam and I understand that sometimes you just have to but may I watch?" Lucy smiled back and nodded. He was not a good looking man, but not ugly. A typical computer nerd, Lucy would have said. But she liked to be watched and he was the only one willing to.
"Your name?"
"Lucy." She whispered.
"Good girl, Lucy, now cum for me." Lucy closed her eyes again, the egg was vibrating against the walls of her vagina and she was very close. She still wanted to touch herself but was embarrased with her new friend, Liam, watching her. He must have realised because she felt his hand slide under the blanket, take hers and guide it to her pussy. Feverishly, she slid her fingers down to her clit and rubbed it vigorously, while his hands still rested over hers. The orgasm crashed wildly through her but she stayed silent and tried to remain motionless. She and Malcolm had often fucked in public and had both perfected the art of cumming in silence. Infact, sometimes she found it more powerful to control herself.
She opened her eyes to see Liam licking her cum off his fingers. As she withdrew her hand from her thighs, he took it and placed it over the bulge in his trousers.
