Same train, same carriage, same seat and same boredom. Five days a week, every working day for the past seven years I had endured the same routine. As usual I tried to read the newspaper folded in my lap but my concentration was poor. At twenty-six I was obviously at one of those crossroads of life. The divorce was finalized but I had no man in my life and I badly needed some good sex. I could do my job to the satisfaction of my bosses but the thought of even another year at the same place made me want to scream in frustration.
I closed my eyes and let my mind wander over one of the two subjects that dominated my mind these days. I saw myself on a white sandy beach in the tropics, surrounded by handsome men bearing cooling drinks. Eenie, meeny, miney, mo. Hmmmm which one would I choose for tonight? Oh how I wanted to get out of the rut of my current life and travel abroad.
The sudden squeal of the train’s brakes jerked me out of my reverie and I groaned as the train halted between stations. Another morning late for work meant another late arrival home that night. I yawned and looked around the carriage at my fellow commuters. All wore the same long suffering look at the predictable interruption of our trip. My eyes caught those of another girl who was sitting facing me a few seats down the aisle. I guessed she was in her mid-thirties, her short dark hair framed an attractive face and I envied her slim body. She smiled directly at me then grimaced and shrugged her shoulders in resignation. I smiled back and shrugged my shoulders in agreement of our situation.
As I gazed back down at my paper I found myself wishing I was sitting next to the friendly traveler. I raised my head to look at her again and blushed as our eyes met once again. This time the stranger smiled, licked her lips suggestively with her tongue and blew me a kiss. I felt my face turning crimson as I looked quickly down at my paper once again.
When the train jerked forward once again I could feel her gaze on me and I wasn’t game to look up. My mind raced; oh my god was another woman trying to pick me up? Strangely, even though I had always considered myself straight I felt no revulsion at her flirting. In fact, I admitted to myself as I pretended to read the paper, I felt somewhat thrilled that she was attracted to me. Finally the train drew into the city central station and as I folded my paper I risked another quick look at the lady. Damn she was looking straight at me and again she blew me a kiss. My cheeks blushed bright red and I jumped off my seat to stand at the door to be first off. I felt people crushing in behind me and I froze as a hand touched my left arse cheek. A quick caress, a squeeze and a pinch sent shivers through me as the train finally stopped. The door opened and I jumped out and practically ran off the platform and out into the rush of the city.
All that day I couldn’t get the girl on the train out of my mind. What would it be like to make love with another woman I constantly wondered? At one stage I got myself so hot and wet that I had to go to the toilets and masturbate. I realised with some astonishment that I was excited and not repulsed and wondered if I would I see the girl again? Would I be game to sit in my regular train seat tomorrow morning?
After a restless and almost sleepless night I decided that I was worrying unnecessarily. As I ate some breakfast I resolved to sit in my usual seat, after all, I had never seen her before and the chances of her being in the same carriage today were very slim. So it was with some determination that I boarded the carriage and sat in my usual seat. I sighed quietly as a quick look around showed no sign of the lady. I giggled to myself as I wondered if my sigh had been one of relief or disappointment? Two stations later I looked up from my newspaper and there she was sitting in the same seat as yesterday! Of course her eyes were looking straight at me and once again I watched the lick of the lips and the blown kiss.
I kept my eyes on hers and shook my head slightly from side to side. I was trying to convey to her that I was not interested, although the sudden dampness in my pussy seemed to tell me otherwise. She looked around to make sure nobody was watching us and almost imperceptibly shook her head as if not accepting my answer. As I blushed bright red again and wriggled in my seat I unconsciously wet my lips with my tongue. My suitor smiled and again licked the tip of her tongue around her lips. I felt small beads of perspiration breaking out on my forehead and dug around in my bag for a tissue. As I patted the tissue across my brow the girl nodded her head up and down, obviously pleased with the effect she was having on me.
In total confusion I gazed back down at the paper for the rest of the trip. Thank god it was Friday I thought, at least I would have the weekend to rest and try and sort things out in my mind. At last the train jolted to a halt at city central but I was slow collecting my things and as I moved to the doorway she was standing right in front of me. Once again that brilliant smile was flashed at me as she reached forward and stuffed a piece of paper in the top pocket of my jacket. I shivered as her hand brushed my left breast and then she was gone and I made my way slowly to work.
I sat at my desk trying to concentrate on my work without success. I was afraid, literally afraid to look at the piece of paper in my pocket. All sorts of things ran through my mind, could I trust this woman, was she a stalker, why did she make me so turned on every time I thought of her smile? Those lips and tongue, what would they taste like? What would she taste like?
After an hour of indecision I finally took the paper from my pocket and unfolded it to read: ‘I really want to talk to you and I think you want to talk to me. Meet me Saturday morning at 11.00am at Winter’s Coffee Shop. If you don’t show I promise I will never bother you again. But you will show, won’t you? Love J’.
Winter’s Coffee Shop was located in the group of shops near the station where I caught the train each morning. Had she been watching me or just knew the station where I joined the other commuters? My mind was so confused that by lunchtime I had a bad headache and took the rest of the day off, much to the annoyance of my boss. I went home, took some headache tablets and slept for a few hours. When I awoke I wrote down all my thoughts about this lady on a large sheet of paper, a system of problem solving that I had used previously. After weighing all the pros and cons I decided that I would meet J tomorrow morning and have this talk she wanted so badly. Having made that decision I felt more relaxed and found myself nervously excited and actually looking forward to meeting this mysterious lady called J.
I slept amazing well that night and woke the next morning feeling refreshed and more than a little nervous. I had trouble eating breakfast and agonized long over what to wear that morning. After a long shower where I carefully shaved my legs and underarms I selected a dark blue knee-length skirt with a plain sky blue top with a vee neckline. I shivered in anticipation as I slipped on small floral panties and a matching bra. The top and skirt looked fine in the mirror and I spent a long time on my hair and makeup. The thought that I was going to all this trouble for coffee with a girl and not a guy made me giggle at myself.
Naturally I was ready long before I needed to be and I paced around my apartment telling myself to relax and not to be nervous. Even though I could easily walk to Winter’s I decided to take my car in case I needed a quick exit. So just before the appointed time I drove through the small strip shopping center and to my delight found a parking spot two doors down from the coffee shop. I shivered as I checked myself in the car’s mirror, took some deep breaths and with an outward calm that conflicted with the churning in my tummy, made my way to the shop.
I saw J sipping on a cup of coffees at a corner table away from the other customers. I waved to her and after I ordered a cappuccino made my way to meet the mysterious J.
She stood as I approached and held out her right hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m so glad you came, my name is Jayne. I’m really happy you came, I knew you would.”
“Hello Jayne, I’m Laura.” I replied as we shook hands and sat opposite each other. “You knew I would come? You were that sure?”
“What a lovely name Laura,” Jayne’s smile lit her face. “ Yes, I had a feeling, sometimes you just know.”
“You make a habit of picking up strange women?” I asked, then I giggled as I realized what I had said, “Not that I’m strange, at least I hope not.”
Jayne laughed. “No Laura, I don’t make a habit of picking up strangers. But you looked so sad, morning after morning on the train, and I just knew I had to talk to you. Ah, here’s your coffee.”
“Well I’ve just gone through a stressful divorce settlement Jayne, that would account for my moody mornings. And I need a new job too, I have to break away from the deep rut I have dug for myself.”
“Divorces are shit aren’t they?” Jayne replied. “I went through one three years ago so I know how you feel. Fortunately my neighbor was wonderful and she helped me through a very rough period.”
I felt myself relaxing as Jayne and I chatted away, she had a way of asking probing questions that allowed me to talk openly and honestly about my marriage and divorce problems. She told me about her experiences that were amazing similar to mine and we were soon chatting like old friends.
After nearly three-quarters of an hour I said, “You know Jayne, this chat has been really good for me, I’ve been able to unload and talk about stuff that I couldn’t discuss with my family or friends.”
“I’ve really enjoyed it too Laura.” Jayne replied as she licked her lips in that suggestive manner. “But it could get a lot better.”
A shiver ran through my body as I asked, “Ummm what do you mean Jayne?”
“I bet that since you split with your ex that all the guys think you are an easy lay, right?” Jayne looked directly into my eyes as she asked the question.
I blushed and said, “You’re not wrong, Jayne.”
