At the beginning of the journey Jasmine only had thoughts for her appearance at her forthcoming interview. She looked upon it as her first step on the ladder to a successful career in the television media. The agency had advised her to be as relaxed as possible, both in her dress sense and her manner. Nonetheless she was nervous.
It was her first trip to Birmingham and she had memorized the direction details to the final dot. She boarded the train and made her way to her reserved seat in the first class compartment next to the buffet. There was only one mature man facing her and an elderly couple sitting on the other side of the carriage.
As she settled down she made a mental note of how she appeared. Wearing a sheer white silk blouse, which contrasted so well against her light brown skin she felt confident that she looked confident. With a matching short white skirt and brown 3 inch heeled shoes she knew she would turn heads when she got to the Pebble Mill studios.
After the train started the 90 minute journey she suddenly felt unprepared as she hadn't bought a newspaper to read on the way. She nervously glanced at the man sitting opposite and wondered if she would have the nerve to ask him if she could read one of the 3 newspapers that he had brought with him.
She looked at him studiously as he was casually reading the Daily Mail. In her estimation he might be in his late forties and appeared to be a city type, maybe a banker. His black blazer and what appeared to be a university tie indicated that he was educated and in a senior position.
While she was looking at him in an effort to build up the coruage to ask to read one of his newspapers she suddenly became aware that he was looking over the top of the paper at her too. This made her smile and quickly turn her head to look out of the window. He lowered the paper and spoke in a soft, yet firm voice.
"Excuse me but I notice you don't have anything to read. You can have this paper if you want. I don't think the financial times would be of interest to you."
Jasmine apologized as she accepted his offer. He smiled as he passed the the Mail. She soon hid her face behind but her mind was blank as she looked through that days news. His voice had triggered something in her that caught her totally unaware. It might have been that he was a stranger yet he had been so in command she was aware that he had passed her the paper without her confirming that she wanted it. Just as she was clearing her mind and actually immersing herself in the television section she heard his unmistakable voice again as he leaned towards her.
" I must say I couldn't help but notice your lovely skirt and blouse but don't you feel the cold, or should I feel flattered that your nipples are hard."
Jasmine was speechless. Until he had told her she hadn't realized that indeed her nipples were erect, made all the more obvious by the silk fabric of the blouse. What shocked her even more was that she didn't protest at his self assuredness. She quickly glanced across and saw that the elderly couple were in their own world and hadn't heard or noticed a thing.
Rather than raise to the bait of his talk she just lifted the newspaper up so that she couldn't see his face. She looked at the paper for five minutes without reading a word. Inwardly she was cursing because her nipples were still hard and she knew that if she lowered the paper he would see them.
Just as she was thinking of standing up and walking to the buffet car she could feel something touching her foot. Leaning back a little she looked down and saw his right foot, without a shoe on gently caressing her left foot. She wanted to move her foot away but it was as if it was filled with lead. Almost like a hypnotists subject she just kept her foot firmly in place. Her mouth was dry.
Slowly the strangers foot moved up over her ankle and she was transfixed as she saw it creeping up her leg. Almost in shock she realized that her skirt was so short it had ridden up a little as she had sat and was now above her knee. She knew that the foot would continue rising if she didn't do anything. Again she looked across at the couple and they were oblivious of this encroachment on her person.
As the foot neared her knee she determined to close the door shut but as she looked down her legs opened. Not only were her nipples harder than ever but she felt that little tingle that told her she was gushing. She had no control over it as she opened her legs even wider.
She couldn't bear to watch any more and closed her eyes as she felt his toe sliding up her inner thigh. She bit her bottom lip and inside she cursed him as she knew it would have to stop now. But it never. Her heart was pounding as she felt his soft yet strong foot get to within three inches of her soaking thong. Just then, as if snapping out of a dream his foot disappeared. Quickly shaking her head she lowered to paper and saw him smiling. Their eyes met and she could have held that for an hour the way she felt. He thought otherwise though as he whispered.
"I think you need to go to the little room. Let me show you were it is."
With this he stood up and like a lamb to the slaughter Jasmine stood too. As she followed him past the buffet carriage she prayed that he was just going to stand guard outside. Her legs were wobbling as she approached him while he held the door open just like a doorman.
