Prefatory note: All the events may be assumed to have taken place: 1) when rail fares were down to a really affordable level; 2) compartments on the old slam-door trains had no corridor and seated 6 each side; 3) AIDS had not reared its ugly head; 4) Y-fronts were the latest fashion in gents' underwear!
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It all started as a co-incidence - we just kept chancing to meet, from opposite ends of the office building, in the staff room, at the coffee machine, though we both preferred hot chocolate.
She, Ellie, a shapely natural blonde in her 40s, and a widow. I, a separated, be-spectacled techie, 35, dark hair and in average shape. We chatted, as one does, she about her clerical responsibilities, I about our customers and their foibles.
After a while, our brief chats took on a more flirtatious turn. As we seemed to find each other mutually attracted, I took to catching her up as she walked to the station.
The third time I did this, I missed her until I was on the station concourse. She was in earnest conversation with another lady colleague, heading for her platform, so I just nodded to them and carried on towards my train.
To my surprise, moments later, she caught my arm.
"Why don't we have a coffee in the station cafeteria", she suggested.
"Sure, but I thought you were with your friend? What did you say to her? How did you get away?"
"I just said, "I'm going to chat". And left her to catch her train."
In the cafeteria, I organised the coffees, while she found seats at a table. After seating herself, she seemed to take a few moments to settle until she was comfortable.
As we talked, and she leaned forward to pick up her coffee, I found that I could see between her blouse buttons.
Then I realised that not only could I see her bra, but it was loose enough for me to see the very tip of her breast.
Apart from displaying herself so artlessly (artfully?), I was surprised to see that her nipple and its surrounding disc was so pale pink as almost to match the surrounding skin of her breast. I ascribed this to her being a real natural blonde.
I carried on the conversation for several minutes, while enjoying the scenery which she seemed to be so innocently providing.
Fool that I was, I then drew her attention by saying: "I'm privileged to have such a close and intimate view of your beauty".
She saw where I was looking, and quickly shrugged her shoulders to close the gap, but smiled mischievously as she did so.
With hindsight, I'm sure that before leaving the office, and wishing to advance the state of our relationship, she had adjusted her clothes deliberately to display herself so as to lure me on!
I suggested that as she was going only 6 stations, I could get a cheap day return ticket, and accompany her on the train.
It was rush-hour crowded, but we got seats, and I held her hand and stole two willingly surrendered kisses.
The next day we just travelled down to her station on the crowded train, but as she had a season ticket I suggested she return with me in a hopefully empty compartment, travelling against the flow.
She allowed me to kiss her, tongue tips touching, to hold her and caress her breasts through her dress. She was very willing and when we reached our starting station she thanked me breathlessly, saying,
"That was wonderful - it was as if I had never been kissed before!"
So I left her to head homeward, smiling to herself, while I walked on air to catch my train.
Thereafter, on many occasions at the end of the day, we would make the double journey, returning in the privacy of an empty 12-seater compartment. Each time I would succeed in kissing her sweet lips and caressing the pale tips and smooth curves of her breasts.
The invitation of her spread thighs led me then to petting her most secret places inside her damp panties. Our tongue tips played freely, and I loved looking into her beautiful light-blue eyes with their golden lashes.
I was able to lead her from stimulating her breasts, through tongue kissing, to firm but gentle petting of her lower lips. Her arousal increased and I felt her clitoris throb until she could hold back no more. Those lovely eyes closed as a panting climax overtook her and her body shook while she moaned out her helpless pleasure. I held her trembling body close in my arms and kissed her deeply and tenderly until she was calm again
Once, in our the privacy of our compartment, repeated kisses and pressing her naked breast inside her dress and bra, had brought Ellie to a state of full arousal. Her damp panties to one side, my fingers had taken her to the very brink of her climactic release.
Suddenly our empty up train halted: we were right alongside a stopped down train, packed with homeward bound commuters.
I made to pull away, to preserve her modesty lest travellers in the other train should see her with her skirt right up, spread thighs openly displayed.
But she seized my wrist, demanding,
"Don't stop now. I'm almost there. Make me come. Pleeease."
I pressed deeply within her lips, working her clit firmly but gently.
"Oh yes, yes, yessss. Oh I'm there - you've brought meeeee."
And with not a single onlooker, fortunately, my Ellie bowed forward, knees wide apart, and jerked her way through her powerful intimate climax under the pressure of my fingers circling her clitoris.
On another day, on the return journey, she told me: "I've been thinking about your touches all afternoon, and I'm feeling so aroused. I didn't have any spare panties with me, so I haven't been able to change them. I'm just drenched between my legs".
I had become accustomed to feeling her warm damp panties in the initial stages of our train petting; but now the thin cotton between her willingly opened thighs was not only soaking wet, but also COLD to my touch, showing how long her moisture had been flooding from her.
"Please do me - make me come - bring me off".
She was already terribly aroused, and with my hand up her skirt and under the crotch of her knickers, I was able to bring her to her jerking culmination.
It took only moments before she was pressing her clitoris again and again up against my fingers in a straining, mewing climax.
She kept writhing and thrusting to squeeze out her sexual feelings for a full minute, while we kissed deeply, and I fondled her pert-tipped breast to enhance her sensations.
Five minutes (and one station stop) later, she had recovered herself from her ecstasy. I was thrilled to have brought her off and satisfied her immediate need.
But as we kissed, passionately, she made it clear that her lovely and willing body still needed more satisfaction.
So with tender but urgent kisses, I fingered her naked vulva under her skirt and panties, to bring her to a second thrusting and panting orgasm.
This intimate sexual activity of course provoked arousal and erection in me, but ever since my first excursions into the world of girls, I made a rule: I would always ensure the girl's pleasure before my own, and that I would derive my fulfilment later and alone by re-living the experience.
Hence I forewent any hope of orgasming in the train because of the risk of another passenger entering our compartment when we stopped at a station. To drop a skirt takes but a moment, but to replace and zip up an erection takes longer and could have had far more serious consequences for me.
Added to which, although she lubricated copiously, this would never be apparent to an outsider, whereas my hastily concealed erection would be far more noticeable.
But, alone at home, and in the privacy of my own bed, my pleasurable self-stimulation was massively enhanced by my recollections. I re-lived her sighs, her sounds and the jerking and trembling of her parted thighs.
And I became helpless as my orgasm throbbed and burst from my swollen tip and my hot liquid sprayed onto a neatly spread tissue.
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One evening, she suggested that I accompany her home, a short walk from the station. She explained that her grown-up son lived with her, but that tonight he would be out very late with his girlfriend. She also told me that his job meant he had to leave just before seven in the mornings.
In her hallway, we hugged and cuddled, and she lifted her face to be kissed. I cradled her pretty golden head in my hands as I kissed her deeply and at length into her upturned mouth. Our tongues played passionately as our bodies pressed together in our intimate close embrace.
She then led me into the sitting room, where we undressed for the first time. Then we sat naked on the settee, where she allowed me to inspect and admire the beauty of her mature shapeliness.
For the first time, I was able to kiss her neatly rounded breasts and their amazingly pale pink tips.
I had never seen golden sex hairs before; and I was thrilled to stroke her soft blonde curls across her belly and between her thighs.
Seeing her inner lips swell and fill, and her clitoris come erect under my touch gave me (and her) that exciting enjoyment of a FIRST experience.
Exploring more deeply within her, I could feel the tip of her womb and the two nylon threads attached to her IUD. As I had had a vasectomy, we were doubly protected from pregnancy!
Her spectacular wide-legged orgasm just rose and came upon her as we sat petting side by side on her sofa.
And now, my FIRST came as she skillfully stroked and squeezed my erection in her hand. She brought me on, stroking my engorged shaft until I could hold out no longer. My spasms of pleasure gripped me:
"You're bringing me, you darling"
