It was the summer of 2003 and Mike Jones was half way through the three hour train journey to visit his Mum for the summer holidays. He would be there for two weeks, as had been the routine for the past thirteen years; two weeks with his Mum and two weeks with his Dad. Mike had lived with his Dad for the last seven years but always looked forward to these two weeks, it gave him a chance to escape from everyday home life.
Listening to his music as the train rolled into Reading station he scanned the carriage observing the passengers as they disembarked. Mike liked to watch the passengers, paying attention to their routines as they left the train; the ones that amused him most were those that raced to the door even though the train had yet to stop.
"What's the rush?" Mike thought.
As usual the train would stop at Reading for 10 minutes to restock the on board buffet. Some of the passengers checked their phones and start replying to text messages, so Mike checked his own phone. No messages received. Nothing new there. He immediately felt jealous of those around him, jealous of the guys who were probably texting their girlfriends, or maybe even a number of girls they were interested in.
The train journey continued and Mike's thoughts drifted towards his lack of involvement with any girls. He had begun to mix with a couple of girls in one of his A-Level classes but lacked the confidence to ask one of them out. Kelly-Ann was the girl he fancied. She was always nice to him and it also helped she had fantastic breasts. Mike knew he had missed his chance and cursed himself for being so shy.
His main interest, however, had been his Mathematics teacher. Miss Harrison had taught Mike for two years and her short skirts had taken up much of his focus and attention. She would often sit on the lone chair next to him to guide Mike and those around him through the next section of work. All he could focus on was the long nylon covered legs that were crossed in front of him, the bottom of the skirt sitting just above mid thigh.
"How can you focus with such glorious legs in front of you?" Mike wondered. He imagined what they would feel like wrapped around him.
At eighteen years of age Mike was a virgin and his fantasies still had to involve some artistic license in imagining what it would feel like to have sex for the first time. Just thinking about Miss Harrison's legs had given him a hard on. He hoped the table in front of him would conceal how turned on he was currently feeling.
"Note to self, find a late night soft porn film to entertain myself with tonight".
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The two weeks visiting his Mum would take the usual format; helping around the house, running errands into town, and inevitably a bit of gardening work should the British Summer actually materialise. As Mike was building some new bookcases for his Mum there was a knock at the door. His Mum, who cannot sit still for more than a minute, shot across the living room to answer the door.
"Louise! How are you?! Good to see you back in the country."
The next door neighbour, Louise, was a Senior Flight Attendant and would often pop round for a doorstep chat. Mike could only see her dark curly hair though the window, but it was enough to make him smile. Louise had become good friends with his Mum so he was used to seeing her around and he had always enjoyed her sense of humour. She was a bit risqué with her humour and Mike always enjoyed that.
The door closed as the conversation finished and he heard his Mum call out to him and his Stepdad. Her voice had the piercing shrill that only a Mum can have.
"Louise is joining us for dinner tonight! She'll be here at seven!"
He smiled at his Mum's reference to Louise's ETA. He knew if it wasn't 7pm on the dot she would be worrying that something was wrong.
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As the clock ticked itself nearer to seven o'clock that night Mike started to feel a little apprehensive about Louise's arrival. He began to feel the butterflies in his stomach and that could only mean one thing.
"I think I might actually be attracted to Louise" Mike muttered to himself.
A shake of the head and a nervous laugh was all he could do to try and shake off this thought but it remained clear in his head and, as it happened, his cock. The stirring began and he felt his cock bulge against his boxer shorts.
The door knocked. It was Louise. It was 7pm.
Mike chuckled to himself. "Mum will be pleased."
As Louise entered the living room Mike saw her abundant brunette curls, her exciting sparkly eyes, her familiar smile and then...
"What a cleavage!"
