Robin's Train Adventure
"Attention passengers, the Silver Meteor en route to Miami now boarding on track 4", the speaker announced.
Robin sprinted to the gate and boarded the train. "Nabbed two seats in the fourth car", she texted Angela, "will save you one!"
"Thanks!" Replied Angela. "I got on in the ninth car, I think? 😬... Will make my way there! Don't let anyone get my seat. 🙅🏻♀️"
Robin smiled and trxted back. "Will guard it with my life⚔️🛡"
She'd only known her for a few months, but Angela was Robin's favorite coworker. They'd both started around the same time at their current company and had bonded relatively quickly. Not only were they of a similar age, they had a similar sense of humor and, crucially, had also been there for each other when work got overwhelming. Robin didn't know if they were friends yet but there certainly was a strong feeling of solidarity and camaraderie amongst them.
... And perhaps something more could develop?
"Thanks for saving me a seat!" Angela said. Robin had been so enthralled by her own thoughts, she hadn't seen her coming.
"Yeah, no problem!" she replied, noting her cheeks getting a tad warm. *I can't believe she's making me blush!* Robin thought to herself.
"I am so excited for this trip!" Angela said as she sat down in front of her. Fuck, but she *was* hot. Robin couldn't stop her eyes from lingering a bit on Angela's toned legs, which showed really well in those jean shorts she was wearing, and on her perky tits. Robin couldn't help but notice that Angela's nipples were poking through her white shirt. In fact, she could almost see the shape of her brown areolas as her nipples poked through the fabric. *Fuck what is wrong with me?* she thought, forcing her eyes to meet Angela's.
"Oh... Uhm, yeah, me too!" Robin replied perhaps exaggerating her smile a bit too much. "I still can't believe you convinced the CEO to have the staff retreat in Miami!"
Angela looked around and lowered her voice. "That old pervert? It wasn't difficult to change his mind", she winked.
Robin couldn't really believe what she was hearing. "Wait, did you..."
"What? Oh my God, ew! No!" Angela said, pushing her lightly. "All I did was point out that Miami has a beach, and hinted at the idea of him maybe being able to see us in a bikini if we all went to the beach. He was practically booking the tickets himself after that!" She barked a laugh.
"Maybe you should have told him what you'd be wearing today," Robin teased her, feeling a level of bravery and playfulness she hadn't felt since her college years. "He'd have flown us on his jet just to get a chance to see your nipples poke like that!"
"Oh my God shut up!" Angela said, pretending to cover herself. "First of all," she raised her index finger, "there is no scenario in which a private flight is worth getting started at by that creep. Second," she raised another finger, "what are you doing staring at my tits, you perv". She paused as she raised another finger. "And third," she said raising her eyebrows. "It's not like I'm the only one showing the goods". Her eyes darted downwards, and Robin felt a knot in her gut.
Robin's sundress had ridden so high up her thighs her white lace panties were in full display! "Fuck!", she said, louder than she probably should. Her ears were turning different shades of red as she hurriedly pulled her dress back down, attempting to cover herself.
"H-how long have I been...?" Robin stuttered, her ears still burning, but also feeling a familiar tingle between her thighs. The thought of Angela and everyone else on that train being able to see her panties, maybe even the contours of her labia... Was she getting wet?
"Why didn't you say anything?", she asked, still a bit shocked.
"Obviously I was enjoying the view, silly!" Angela winked at her and smirked. God, she had beautiful dimples when she smiled like that.
Robin wasn't sure what she was feeling. She had always found Angela attractive. Who wouldn't? That beautiful smile, that lush wavy hair that framed her face so perfectly, and those dark eyes she could stare into forever -not to mention her perky tits (Robin guessed they were 34-B cups), her plump ass and those thicc thighs that could crush melons...
Still, she had never really *felt* attracted to her. But now... Now Robin felt different. It was as if a never ending pit had opened somewhere between her stomach and her crotch, a pit that would always hunger for Angela and would never be satiated, not even if she rode Angela's face, rubbing her drenched cunt all over those beautiful lip- *WHAT THE FUCK?* Robin thought to herself, still reeling from the shock of her own thoughts. Where had *that* come from?
She cleared her throat and tried to look normal. Robin squirmed a little in her seat, making sure the dress stayed in place this time.
"Well, you still should have said something!" She finally responded.
"Relax! Nobody saw.", Angela said, obviously trying to calm her down. Was Robin that visibly altered? She composed her face again, making sure her eyebrows and jaw relaxed this time.
"Easy for you to say!" Robin replied, *forcing* herself to feel calm. "You're not the one who just showed your panties to the whole car!"
