This story was written for a really 'Heavenly' lady. She liked reading her fantasy in the form of a story and has asked for it to be placed on the net so that, hopefully, others can enjoy her fantasy and in a way enjoy her!
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Standing on the concrete platform Beverley looked at her watch. Mentally she cursed as she had missed her train and the following one was running really late now. She knew that this could mean only one thing, the train when it finally arrives will be crammed full of commuters. She scanned round the station and noted that it too was now starting to crowd. Realising the inevitable scrum that would occur when the train finally makes it belated appearance she decided to approach the platform edge. As she walked forward she heard the distinctive rumble of the oncoming engine, turning her head she saw it approach in the distance.
Her relief was great as she had finished what had been a gruelling shift on the ward and to be brutally honest she could have done without this aggravation. She sensed that someone had moved close behind her. Instinctively her head turned and she saw a tall dark haired man who she took to be in his early thirties. He smiled as their eyes met and he rolled his blue eyes expressing their shared frustration at the reliability of the public transport. Returning his smile she then turned as the warm rush of air blew up signalling the arrival of the carriages. Her heart sank from the pleasant 'encounter' with the stranger as her fears were realised. Each of the carriages seemed to have little or no seating available. As a 'hardened' rail user she knew that the only way to get on this train would be to advance and get straight on the carriage in front of her. While standing on a moving train is a chore it sure would beat standing on the platform for the next one.
The door opened but no passengers alighted so she stepped up into the carriage and her eyes flicked up and down. Her assumption had been correct, as there were no seats available. Moving away from the door she stopped having found a suitable place where she could stand. Looking down at the passenger seated in front of her she saw he was a businessman in a pinstripe suit. He looked to be in his late fifties and was reading a broadsheet paper. His eyes met hers above the top of his paper. Unlike the younger man he quickly looked away from her.
As more people embarked she was aware of becoming more closed in. The train doors closed then there was the jolt as the train started to move away from the station. Like most regular train travellers Beverley naturally swayed with the movement of the train. However, as she moved her body touched the passenger standing behind her. She turned to offer an apology but was surprised to come face to face with the younger man who she had seen on the platform. Almost identically to earlier he immediately met her with a warm and wide friendly smile. When she returned to facing away from him she coloured slightly as she mentally remembered his face.
The train stopped at two more stations and picked up even more passengers. By now she was becoming acutely aware that the stranger was now standing extremely close to her. Was he that close or was it all just in her mind. While her mind wandered the train once more pulled forward and this time her body moved further backwards than before given her distracted state. The first thing she realised was that his hands had gently taken each of her hips to steady her. He slowly eased her back so she was stood upright. However, his hands did not release her as he lightly held her. To her left hand side she could feel his warm breath against her ear.
Without a word she moved a fraction backwards so that he was stood tight against her back. Moving her waist from side to side her backside rubbed into his groin area. Gripping her he pulled her back as he moved his groin forward so they were now grinding together. She looked down at the man in the suit who looked up at her with a look that she took to be disapproving. The stranger's right hand snaked around her waist until his arm was caressing her stomach. His grip and hold was manly yet gentle. Looking around the carriage she saw that despite the look she had received from the businessman no one else appeared to have taken any notice of the pair of them. Despite the gap in their ages she was excited as she guessed her fellow commuters would think that she and the stranger were a couple. At 39 years of age she though that he was a few years younger than her. Yet despite this fact he was obviously interested in her.
His left hand was now stroking the cheeks of her rear, which the other commuters would have been unable to see, before his hand rubbed across the outline of her suspender at the top of her thigh. She was aware of his breathing closing in on her ear then for the first time she heard his voice.
"Very nice. Care to follow me off at the next stop?" He said. She turned and nodded. He kissed her cheek lightly.
As the train began to slow Beverley felt her new friends hand slip into her palm. He took her hand and they made their way, hand in hand, towards the doors of the train. She realised the stop that the train was pulling into was little more than a small station where few trains actually stopped at. A tingle of excitement went through her as they stepped off of the train. The platform was bare and it appeared that they were the only people to have alighted from the train. Walking towards the exit they walked down the platform. As they walked past a shelter which housed a seating area he pulled her aside so that they went inside. He spun her towards him and he leaned forward lifting her face in his hands as he kissed her lips. She felt his tongue pressing against her lips and she yielded allowing him to place his tongue inside her mouth for the first time.
They kissed passionately for a few moments as he leaned down to her. He was over six feet while she stood only five feet five tall. All the time they kissed his hands gripped her waist but then his attentions turned to her impressive bust. His attention was manly without being too rough. Even though Beverley would be forty at her next birthday and that she had raised three children her large breasts were firm. She could feel him tugging at her coat to pull it open. When he had done this he stopped kissing her and looked down at the blue fabric of her uniform, which strained to cover her statuesque charms, placing his fingers in between the two sides he pulled the top open. She felt the poppers fly open one by one until her tunic was open and her black bra was all that prevented her 34GG breasts from being exposed. Before she could stop him his hands invaded the cups of her bra and dragged them down so that her tits spilled out. The mixture of the excitement of his attention and the cool evening had her nipples hardening. His hands grabbed at her flesh as he kneaded roughly at the exposed boobs.