Summary -- young woman leads a double life, outwardly she appears to be a shy and demur young lady, who dresses in smart but sensible clothes, and sensible shoes. Considered by some of the "lads" in the office where she works to be a lesbian or frigid. However under the sensible clothes lies a highly sensual and erotic woman, with secret fetishes and hidden alternative life. However one day her fetishes lead her into uncharted territory and dangerous waters.
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It had been a long and frustrating day for Jenny, and she sighed with relief as her tied body sank into the seat of the nearly empty train carriage. It was quite late; the rush-hour crush was over hours ago and it was very unusual for her to be travelling home so late in evening. The day had gone bad very soon after her arrival at work when the auditors had made a surprise visit on the department, and then it had progressively deteriorated as the day went on. It wasn't enough that records where a mess, she thought, but many of her so called colleagues, less than competent at the best of times, had been fiddling on their accounts. However, the auditors were already aware of this, and were there looking for the evidence of how deep the rot went before doing a hatchet job on the department. And evidence there was, as the day progressed, it was clear that the rot extended from the department head, down through the section chiefs, and to most of the senior staff.
By lunch time it became clear to what extent that, what was now being described as fraud, and not small fry fiddling, went. It was no longer just talk of disciplinary proceedings, but of police interviews (they arrived just after two), criminal prosecutions, sentences and the potential prison terms. And so it went on into the afternoon and through to early evening. When she and most of the middle and junior staff where allowed to go, they were still interviewing and trawling through the files and computers.
The only positive thing about the whole day was that, not only was she squeaky clean with regards to her honesty and working practices, but that it was clearly obvious to the auditors that this was the case. The only matter that was left for her to decide was to what extent she would cooperate with the investigation against the others. She thought about all the jibs and snide comments she had endured, both against her dedication, honesty and diligence, and the lack of response to the suggestive comments and moves made against her. Then there were the nasty, bitter remarks, you know the sort, about sexuality and being frigid. You know the ones that men make when they feel rejected and inadequate. In truth she doubted very much that any of them would have come close to satisfying her needs, and it often made her laugh inwardly at just how far off their comments and opinions of her were. But then she kept her work and playtime quite separate, and what's more she was extremely choosey about her lovers.
The sudden motion of the train, as it pulled away from the station bought her out of her musings on the day's events and she looked out of the window. The sun was almost gone, with just the tops of the higher buildings catching the last of the golden rays. It had been a beautiful day, and she had missed her lunchtime in the park, she always used the flexitime scheme to allow herself a long lunch time in the summer, because this presented opportunities for her to pursue her particular fetishes. She also liked to be in the office early, so that she often had it to herself, which enable to get so much more done. She settled into her seat as the train rocked its way along the tracks and allowed her mind to wander again, this time, away from the stress and irritations of the day's events.
Hmmm, she thought, I'm looking forward to that bath, hot and soothing. She considered which bath salts and foams she should try tonight, and moved on to afterwards, she needed to relieve some stress and unwind and the bath wouldn't be enough. That meant playing; it was just question of what she would use, and whether she could be bothered to perform on webcam. She liked the added frill of being watched by strangers, although the constant barrage of chat requests from desperate lonely (and sad) men tended to spoil the effect. And of course, there was always the money, money that men and often women paid to view her little shows. Perhaps not tonight, she decided. She would go in late tomorrow, there seemed little point in an early start, assuming that there was even any work to do or a department left to work in. Well she'd worry about that when she arrived in the morning.
She stretched her legs out and tried to relax herself. Her thoughts wondered back to this morning, hmmmm yes that was fun Jenny thought. On the way into work this morning, although the train was not packed to capacity, it was still fairly full; she had had an opportunity for some naughty fun. Two of the three seats opposite where vacant, until a tall, very well built black male sat down in one. Pretending to read her book, she covertly glanced over the top of her spectacles and inspected him.
Hmmmm yummy, she thought to herself, nice, handsome in a rough and rugged way, almost aggressive looking, perhaps in his mid twenties. She also noticed that he was examining her in a very open and frank manner; only he hadn't notice her own more covert examination, because his gaze was on her black stocking clad legs and short skirt. A tingle began, starting from the pit of her belly, and spreading, turning into a warm glow, her breathing grew deeper. She began to shift her position, as if she was finding it difficult to get comfortable. One of the reasons she liked to wear this skirt, which came to mid way down her thighs when standing, was the way in which the hem worked its way up her thighs, when she wiggled in a sitting position. Yes, she thought, I've got his full attention. The warmth and tingling grew in intensity, the anticipation of his reaction exciting her. It was always the same, she looked so innocent and prim, so much like a librarian.
Knowing this was how people assumed her to be made it all the more exiting, knowing that what she was doing and thinking was conflicting with that image in others minds, which her outward appearance presented. The cold hard looks of disgust that she levelled at the voyeurs hid the raging fires of lust and desire inside of her. Dressing like a prim and proper librarian type, yet at the same time looking very sexy. At the same time letting them see up her skirt, or opening her jacket, revealing the gossamer thin blouse, hinting at her braless breast, barely concealed by the thin white gossamer material conflicted with that "librarian" look. While small, her breast were very pert and firm, and all too often her nipples were extremely hard and very, very erect to the point of being painful.
Anyway she continued to fidget, allowing the hem of her skirt to slide up her thighs, making rapid covert glances over her glasses, looking for the moment.
Yes...there it was, he thought, he's realised that I am not wearing anything under my skirt. It was hard for her to control herself as the burst of excited pleasure erupted from between her thighs, she could feel the flush spreading up her body, her neck turning red before spreading to her face. Hmmm let him look for a few seconds longer, then give him a really disgusted look and shift my position. Yes, the look of surprise and confusion...but hmmm a smile too, had he seen through her? She glanced at her watch, another 20 minutes before the train arrived at Charing Cross.
As the train gently rocked its way along the tracks, she allowed her position to shift back, her knees to move apart again, rocking with the motion of the train. In her mind she imagined the man getting his cock out and wanking it, making long strokes up down his shaft, while she spread her thighs open wide for him, with the other passengers watching them. She imagined him wanking his cock and cuming all over her.
The train began to slow down as it pulled into Waterloo East, and she straightened up. She glanced at her voyeur, and was disappointed to see him get up and move up the carriage to the exit, but as he did so, he glanced back and smiled at her. Although part of her was disappointed, there was also relief, more than once she had been followed and gotten herself into dangerous situations, which while exciting when a fantasy in the comfort of her own bed, were not quite so when it was real with a complete stranger, who were never attractive, they never were she sighed.
The memory of this morning's little game was getting her very hot and wet, she glanced around the carriage. There were only three or four people, and they were all quite some way from her. She could risk having a play, she thought and settled back into seat. She imagined the man was there, and started opening her knees; while her hands ran down to her thighs, and gripping the hem of her skirt, began pulling it up as her knees moved further apart. Once her thighs were spread she ran her hands back along the top of legs feeling her sheer stockings and the brought them back, running them inside her thighs. She rested them just short of her wet and swollen pussy, enjoying the coolness the air on her exposed wet cunt. She loved the frill of public exposure, the risk of being caught or seen, although in reality she never let it go that far. Of course at home, on a webcam, that was different, not to mention very lucrative, in fact she earned more dressing up and undressing and playing on cam than she did in her day job. With that thought she allowed her right hand to gently brush lightly over her pussy. This sent a shudder through her body...hmmm she was very horny, it wouldn't take her long to cum, perhaps she should wait, but the 1 ½ hours to home seemed like an eternity.
The train slowing down as it approached another station brought her back to the present, and she closed her thighs and stood momentary to push her skirt down and then composed herself. As the train drew to a stop she picked up her book and started to make herself look as if she was totally engrossed in it. She heard the doors slide open and several people getting off, followed people getting on, men by the sound of the laddish banter being exchanged between them. This stopped suddenly and was followed by a hush quite, then whispered low conversation and exclamations. Jenny couldn't hold her curiosity back any longer and she glanced up and then back to the book, and then back up in shock and surprise.
Oh my, it's the man from this morning, with a couple of guys with him. He was smiling and nudging one of them, nodding towards her.
"That's her" she heard him say "the dirty tart from this morning."
"You're kidding" she heard one of his companions reply.
"Come on" she heard him reply.
With mounting horror, she watched them, through the reflection in carriage window, move down the aisle towards her. She was too shocked to try and get up and make her escape, and the train was already out of the station. She made herself look down at her book and tried desperately not to let her eyes glance at them. She sensed that they were now standing there, a few feet away, looking down upon her, the fear she was feeling now was like nothing she had ever felt before, and her stomach was so tense she felt like she was going to vomit.
Oh Christ, she thought, what am I going to do? And yet, through her fear, there was a tingle of excitement, barely noticeable through the fear, but never the less, the spark was there. She closed her eyes as she sensed them move into her seating bay, which consisted of six seats, three each side facing each other. She always chose these seats because it had allowed her to be naughty. Well boy was she kicking herself now. Perhaps there really was a God and he was a man, and this was how he was going to punish for all those men she had cock teased and taunted with her body. She felt them sitting down, one besides her, and the other two opposite her. She tried to squeeze herself further into the corner of her seat.
