To my fans, I'm sorry I haven't been writing for the last several months but I've had some medical issues that required surgery so just now getting the urge to write again. It's always tough trying to create a theme that hasn't already been written about by a dozen authors but I keep trying. As usual, this story does incorporate my love of a lady's beautiful feet so if that bothers you, please move on. Enjoy.
He opened the compartment door and sat in the seat across from me. He looked at me trying to get a good look from around the paper in front of me.
He said, "Good Morning, I didn't catch your name?"
"I didn't give it," I replied, never looking up from the Wall Street Journal I was reading and not really wanting to start a conversation.
The train started to move from the station. It was a four hour ride from Fort Worth to Oklahoma City where I was to attend a company meeting. This is only the second time I have taken the train to a meeting. It's comfortable and gives me time to catch up on my reading instead of having to drive the 200 plus miles.
By the way, I'm Susan Thomas, thirty five years old, with deep blue eyes and shoulder length black hair. My biological info isn't particularly important although I'll say I can turn heads when I dress out. I'm the CFO for a nationwide company based in Dallas.
The gentleman that sat across from me in the compartment removed his jacket and loosened his tie. My legs were crossed. He looked down and stared at my Louie Vuitton peep toe heels dangling and swinging from my glossy red toes. I thought, "Oh no, a foot perv." Then again, I thought, "Hmmmm, why not give him a little show. No harm in that."
I was wearing my usual business suit, which consisted of a white button down blouse, navy blue pencil skirt, beige nude thigh high stockings with a reinforced toe, foot and heel, and a garter belt along with the fore mentioned heels.
For those of you that are wondering why a business lady wears stockings instead of pantyhose these days? It's mainly because they are comfortable, cooler and not such a problem in the bathroom. Just an occasional straighten plus I love the feel of nylon on my skin. Each, to their own, right?
I was still reading intently when my dangling shoe dropped from my toes on to the floor. I glanced at him and immediately saw him drop his eyes to my foot. I flexed my toes noticing my toe ring glistening in the light through my nude stocking. I could see he was in thought probably thinking should I pick up her shoe or just keep staring at her gorgeous foot. He slowly got out of his seat and kneeled, picking up my shoe. He gently put his hand underneath my foot. I decided to string him along a bit.
I said, "Excuse me? Are you some kind of a foot creep or something. Maybe I should find another compartment so you don't become a bother."
He stuttered, "Uh...Uh...Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that your feet are so beautiful. I see you keep them perfect for your boyfriend."
I said, "Thank you and I don't have a boyfriend. Now you may put my shoe back on my foot. He held my foot a little longer than appropriate, gently brushing my toes with his fingers as he slipped them back into my shoe. I have to say, I felt a tingling in my panties as he touched me. A reaction I didn't expect.
Minutes passed and he boldly asked, "Would you like a foot massage? Those heels are going to be hard on your feet at the end of the day. I've been told I'm pretty good at it."
"No, thanks. I'm good," I replied.
We sat there in kind of an awkward non relationship if there's such a thing when I slipped both my shoes off and extended my legs, stretching and pointing my stocking clad toes toward him. Apparently he saw the opening I was allowing him. He reached out and gently took my left foot in his hands and began massaging my soles with his thumbs, kneading them with his knuckles.
I could only whisper, "Oh...Oh My....That does feel good." I lifted my right foot, resting it on his knee, awaiting its turn with his nimble fingers. He massaged each of my toes, over my instep and up to my ankle.
He laid my outstretched foot on the seat between his legs as he began to work on my right foot and toes. I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes enjoying the sensation. He stretched my foot out on in his lap and began kneading my calf up past my knee to my thigh.
I looked at him and said, "I don't know you and you appear to be taking some liberties we haven't discussed."
"Again, I'm sorry. My name is Jack. Such a beautiful leg. It's hard to keep my boundaries. What's your name, Beautiful Lady?"
I said, "That's on a need to know basis and you don't fall into that group." He looked dejected and continued the massage. He once again started at my foot and toes and worked his magic all the way up under my skirt reaching my bare skin above my lace stocking top. I didn't stop him. My pussy was now wet and wanting, soaking though the crotch of my panties. His fingers brushed across my panty covered vulva. My body tensed as he touched my protruding clit through my panties. My resolve was fading fast. My left foot pressed against his crotch. I felt his erect penis through his slacks. I began to rub my stocking toes up and down his covered shaft.
I looked at hm with lust in my eyes. I said, "Take it out!"
"What?" He was as surprised by my outburst as I was saying it.
I said, "Your penis. Unzip your pants and pull it out. I want to see it, Jack."
He unzipped his slacks but had a hard time getting it though the opening in its erect state. It finally popped out. It was gorgeous. A good seven inches with thick girth and a big pink circumcised glans. Pre cum was dripping out of the slit. I reached out with my left foot and rubbed my toes over the oozing slit. I felt his precum soak through my stocking and penetrate through to my toes. I began to stroke his shaft with both my stocking feet with his precum soaking both of them.
He said, "Please stop. You're gonna make me cum."
I said, "We can't have that so soon, can we?"
I brought my legs up and spread them. He reached up under my skirt, pulled my panties down and dropped them on the seat. He dove between my legs and drove his tough into my wet vagina.
I gasped, "YES, OH YES!" as his tongue worked up and down my labia. He took my engorged clit between his lips and licked. That drove me over the cliff. My toes curled, my eyes closed as my whole body trembled with an intense orgasm to remember.
While I was coming back down to earth, he got up, put my feet on his shoulders and drove all seven inches into my scalding pussy until the glans kissed my cervix. I came again, arching my back and driving him deeper into me.
I whispered, "Do you have a condom?" As his cock head once again touched my cervix.
He said, "No, I don't have one. I'm not in the habit of making love to beautiful ladies on the train."
He had been inside me, pleasuring every spot as he thrusted for about ten minutes when I felt him swell bigger inside me indicating he was going to ejaculate.
I said, "Pull Out! Please Pull Out!" But he was passed the point of no return. He pushed the head against my cervix. I felt the pressure as his penis spasmed and the warm rush of his semen bathed my cervix as he ejaculated deep inside me, coating my vagina with his manly essence. As we both relaxed, his semi erect cock was still buried in me and dribbling the remnants of his cum.
"I'm sorry, you're ust so sexy. I couldn't hold back."
I said, "Well, you definitely filled me."
I looked up and unnoticed in our lust was the conductor, watching us. He had apparently slipped into the compartment while Jack was fucking me. His huge penis sticking out of his pants, stroking it.
I said, "Oh My God! I'm sorry, Sir. We just got carried away. Please don't throw us off the train."
He just smiled and approached me. Jack had pulled his penis out of me and was sitting in his seat with his now limp cock hanging between his legs. A drop of semen fell from the tip to the floor. I had my left foot up on my seat and my right foot on the floor exposing my oozing vagina to him.