Chapter 1: The Beginning
A special thank you to my internet muse for this particular story, If you are reading this....you know who you are ;)
Katrina relaxed, allowing herself to sink deep into one of the few padded seats on the train. Her legs ached and her mind races from the events of the long tiring day now thankfully behind her. Work had been the usual hell, her boss was a pig unwilling to accept the idea that she wouldn't be sleeping with him for the raise that was rightfully Hers. All that she could see upon leaving the building was the scowling face of that asshole still stewing over the hot coffee she had "accidentally" poured in his disgusting lap. Now, though, far from that place and that man, she began to finally let the tension of the day subside and began to look forward to the train ride ahead. There was a particular passenger who had captured her fancy and she was very much looking forward to the usual lewd display she was accustomed to seeing, a semi-public show form the no-frills beauty who like clockwork would park herself diagonally across from her and do what Katrina loved best.
Kat lowered her head in silence, thinking of her, getting wetter by the second anticipating the display to which she was privy to seeing every day for 3 weeks straight now. Kat rubbed her legs together almost imperceptibly feeling the wetness of her pussy lips sliding along their edge. She had been watching this woman for weeks now and not once did she make eye contact, but Kat knew she was aware that she was being watched. How could she not? Kat's eyes burned a hole in the woman's crotch, barely exposed to her, her lace panties masking ever so slightly the shape of her prominent lips. And when she commenced to wet herself, that mask was nearly torn away. Yes, the woman she watched religiously would come in to the car, sit with her legs slightly apart, and piss herself, just a little at a time, leaking out her yellow nectar until they were the last ones in the car.
Kat's stop was last, the nameless pissing woman's stop was just before hers. Although Kat had suspected that she may have gone a few extra stops, just to finish the heady show she had begun after the train began to clear out. Kat remembered vaguely, her head was swimming and her pussy was tingling so much at the time that a strong recollection was not possible, that she may have gotten off a few stops early the first night, holding on a few stops more every time once she had noticed she was performing for an audience.
She was now one stop away from the station where the woman boarded everyday, and she was dripping with anxious anticipation. She had been on the edge of cunning for what felt like an hour now and desperately needed relief. As the train squealed to a halt, she could barely hold back a sigh as the object of her wet desire stepped into the compartment. She was a very average looking woman, whose very normalcy made her and what she regularly did all the more sexy. She was wearing a modest white button down shirt, which barely showed the tops of her white fleshy breasts, a blue business jacket and matching skirt. In her hand, she carried an elegant brown leather oversized purse, which could almost double as a briefcase. She was already fidgeting, walking with her legs tightly together as she strode clumsily into the cabin and took her usual seat diagonally across from Kat.
Kat's pussy was burning now, the wetness she was producing was threatening to cause a perceptible wet spot on her gray chinos, she had taken the precaution of wearing a panty-shield on this day but the copious amounts of pussy cream were barely held back by the wall that was the absorbent pad. She was ravenous with want for this woman, who's name she did not even know, but with whom she shared an intimate bond with, the bond of hot golden piss.
Kat was so lost in herself that she didn't notice the woman surveying the room, it seems the show was about to begin and having snapped back to realty she casually clanked over at her slightly parted legs and her lacey white panties. White? She had never worn whit before, it seems that this increasing feral vixen was upping the ante, she knew what Katrina had in mind and she was now a full and willing participant in this little game of hide and piss. The sudden revelation threw Kat for a loop and the freight train of her orgasm came upon her faster than she could control. She wasn't sure if she had made any noise, or even if she was flushed, and she simply didn't care all that she knew at this point is that she had to have this woman, she had to taste her pussy and feel her piss cascading into her mouth and falling over her breasts. She knew that she needed to drink from her and soon.
The woman spread her legs ever so slightly, the train was nearly empty now, with a few passengers dozing and others reading their books, newspapers or simply staring out the windows in that lemming-like ride to the oblivion called home. Kat was convinced that between them there was an unspoken agreement that for all intents and purposes, they were the only two there, fuck what went on or who saw it.
