A Blissful Train Journey

He stood on the concourse and waited for the announcement, quietly, not thinking about anything in particular.

2.05: platform 3, and he was off, ready to relax in the garden, looking forward to enjoying this unusual of warm afternoons, sipping wine and having a good browse through the paper that he had just bought.

He was looking forward to seeing her tomorrow. In fact, he couldn’t wait. He was longing to feel her in his arms. He was dying to lead her upstairs and undress her; lay her in his bed and watch her face as she responded to his amorous touches. Cascades of loveliness consumed him.

He smiled at the thought as he walked onto the train, taking his phone from his pocket to text her.

He sat down and started to compose the message.

And then he looked up.

The woman was sitting in front of him. Dark, wavy hair was tumbling down her body, swept to one side, covering her ample boob with a streak of smoothness. He instantly imagined it falling on her naked breast, realising the joy of gently sweeping it aside to view the dark and delicious nipple.

The text. He must send this text.

But his eyes averted once more to the young woman before him.

He allowed his gaze to naturally fall further down the woman’s body. Her dark skin was shining with the slightest of perspiration. Her skin was the most perfect colour; a golden olive that was as natural as the cascading hair.

She was utterly beautiful.

But then he became stuck.

He could not avert his eyes. They seemed glued to her legs. He couldn’t move, could hardly breathe.

She sat with her legs ever so slightly ajar but closed enough to contain her womanhood. Not that this stopped his imagination. What was she wearing underneath the frothy skirt? Was her pussy covered in white or black? Thongs or lacy panties like the ones his lover wore?

Was she shaven or natural? Did her labia protrude with an open invitation to feel her clitoris?

How would those legs feel underneath him? Would she wrap them around and leave her feet on his arse as he entered into her? Would she allow him to spend time just running his hands up and down them in mesmerised delight? He could have spend hours just looking at them, feeling them, kissing them. He longingly looked at her neat ankles, beautifully contained within the subtlest of straps that led down to a glorious heeled shoe that he hoped she would keep on when he fucked her.

The text. The text needed to be sent, only how could he keep his eyes off this woman for long enough to tap out the message. What if she was getting off at the next station? He only had a relatively short amount of time, and yet he felt a burning desire to share his good fortune.

His eyes reluctantly moved away from this majestic montage of beauty but before returning to his phone, he looked up and caught a second of her face looking at him, before he started keying in his note.

“Meeting went well. Just looking at the most gorgeous creature on train. Legs to die for. x”

He clicked the send button which enabled him to return to the subject in front of him as he tucked his phone away once more.

When was the last time he had felt like this? Had he ever actually felt like this before where the desire for one person, a complete stranger, was so intense that he felt he had to do something about it?

But it was ridiculous. What on earth would she say? She was young enough to be his daughter but that did not cross his mind. All he could see was those legs, and all he could imagine was grasping those thighs hard as he penetrated her.

He had to have her. How was this remotely feasible?

He lay his paper down on his knees.

He was semi-erect and wanted to hide the fact, just in case she noticed and was somewhat alarmed to see a fifty year old man with a hard-on that was clearly initiated by thoughts about her luscious body.

He looked down at the paper, unable to read out of infatuation, unable to read because he couldn’t move right now to reach for his glasses.

He looked up once more as the train passed through the two stations before his own.

She was still there.

She saw his gaze.

She raised her eyes above him, as though she was reading the map.

She raised her arm to feel the back of her neck, and then gathered her hair together, tossing it all behind her back, leaving her breasts in full sight, wonderfully contained in a perfectly white bra that he could see through her T-shirt; lacy and tasteful – just as he liked, just as he had imagined.

She stared at him.

She opened her legs with the slightest of movement that only the very observant would have noticed.

He returned her gaze.

The station was approaching.

It was now or never.

What was he going to do?

The phone buzzed. The text was being responded to.

He couldn’t look.

The station was less than a minute away.

Their eyes locked.

They both stared at one another.

28.... 27.... 26.... 25 ............

The valley of the station was being entered into.

17.... 16.... 15.... 14 ...........

He had to move to signal that he was leaving.

And still they stared at one another. No smile. Just total engagement.

9....  8.... 7.... 6 ........

He got up.......

......... And she so did she.

Those fucking gorgeous legs, offset in the most incredibly sexy shoes. Her skirt delicately flopped down above her knees, floating slightly with the air conditioning.

4.... 3.... 2.... 1..........

The door opened.

They walked in synch to the door and stepped out into the heat of the afternoon.

They walked side by side for a few steps towards the stairs.

And then he turned to her.

She stood still and looked up to him.

He moved towards her and gently slid his right hand down her left leg, keeping his eyes fixed on hers, his left hand resting on her shoulder.

She stood there for a second as he reached the end of her skirt and lifted it an inch to feel the lower end of her thigh.

And then they lurched towards one another and kissed with such vibrancy that a passionate urgency was awoken.

They stood there grabbing one another, tossing their heads from side to side as they plunged their tongues into one another, rushing their hands over one another’s backs.

He pulled her further towards him with his hand firmly clasped over her buttocks. She reciprocated bringing his erection closer to her clothed cunt.

He grabbed her hand and rushed towards the steps.

She eagerly obliged and ran up the stairs.

They barely waited for the traffic to part as they raced across the busy road.

They ran along the pavement on the other side; he, practically pulling her along as her long waves of hair danced by the side of her face in rhythmic symbiosis to the thumping of her heart.

Abruptly he stopped, and held her face in his hands.

He looked deeply into her eyes as she stared back at him.

He kept her gaze, holding his palms carefully, firmly on her face, asking her, asking her without a single word being spoken.

Her eyes were beginning to water and she effortlessly motioned for him to kiss her.

They locked once more in a kiss before he stopped it as violently as he had started, grabbed her hand once more and started once more along the pathway to his house.

They reached the gate, almost panting.

He got his keys out and unlocked his door, pulling her in behind him.

At the door, he pushed her towards the wall.

She leant into it, arching her knees slightly as he smoothed his hands over her shoulders, down across her breasts and longingly towards those legs, feeling their warmth, their slight moisture, before tossing up her skirt to feel the upper extent of her thighs.

He rushed his hand around to her buttocks, feeling their emptiness and imagining the thong between her. He grabbed her arse urgently, still kissing her with as much vehemence as on the station.

She pulled away.

He stared at her.

She stared back and started to smile.

“I need a piss” she said with a hint of a eastern European accent.

He took her hand and led her to the downstairs toilet, opening the door for her and stepping aside so that she could walk in.

She walked towards the door, and closed it before she could enter into the small room.

Grabbing his hand she led him into the kitchen beyond.

He walked passed her and stood at the sink, watching.

She stood there in front of him, legs together, with her arms swooping her hair high above her head.

And then she moved her legs into the lengthiest of inverse V’s with her strappy stilettos making their station in the tiles beneath her.

Her arms flopped to her side, and she ruffled up her skirt either side of her body, to reveal a pair of the most perfect white panties.

With her skirt tucked up around her tummy, she stood there, and pissed all over the floor, keeping her eyes firmly on this man of desire in front of her.

He clutched his cock, still hopelessly contained in his trousers as she continued to stream this fluid out of her body.

The moisture of the urine poured out of her, soaking her little covering to reveal the most glorious state of darkness between her legs.

She tossed her head back in relief, and revelled in the glory of this most deviant of acts.

She then let her skirt fall, and she reached to the side fastening, unclipped it and stepped out of it, placing it carefully on the kitchen table.

She looked at him once more as she clipped her fingers into the now sodden panties and removed them, plonking them on the floor beneath her opened legs.

She stepped around her mess and moved towards him, with her pussy wet and naked. As she was walking, she whipped her t-shirt off, and started to unclip her bra.

By the time she got to him, her hands were behind her back, unfastening the penultimate garment, ready to fling it to the floor so that he could see her in her full glory.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he mesmerizingly placed his arms around her waist, with his hands loosely resting on her buttocks.

And they kissed once more; tenderly this time, like lovers who had just made love.

He released her a little to take in every inch of her body.

She once more moved her head high to feel the length of her hair across her back as he looked thoroughly over her entire body.

He dragged her towards him and kissed her again.

She then reached to his belt, undid it and pulled his trousers to the ground.

He stepped out and rapidly pushed his knickers off, revealing the biggest erection that she had ever seen. His cock protruded intensely, waving about with the weight of his need.

He took his top off and then felt her nakedness next to him.

She stood back and worked her hands towards her own cunt, opening her labia and slightly crouching so that he could see the pinkness emerging from the blackened pubes, offset in a mirage of bewilderment that was the top of those incredible legs.

He had to get into her but he also had to have his time with those legs.

He sank to the floor and kissed her knees, holding her firmly in his grasp as he worked his way around her torso, delighting in the fact that she was already fingering herself as he did so.

He moved around her on his knees, kissing her arse and running his hands from front to back, delighting in the slight response that his touch was creating.

He stood up, taking his hands from her hips in a parallel movement up to those dark, imagined nipples, taking them in his mouth as he gradually climbed into an upright position.

He took his hands from her breast and joined with her fingers inside her pussy.

He felt right in there, loving the feel, exciting at the moisture still present from her piss, feeling it growing some more, ready for a climatic ejaculation.

He curled his fingers over and over inside her, taunting her, tempting her, willing her to release something entirely different.

She leant towards the sink and he could feel her insides bubbling up to the point of....... yes!

Total release all over his pubes.

He removed her hand and his, and pushed his cock deep inside her, as she stood in those shoes and allowed him to fuck her intensely.

He kissed her passionately with every thrust. She responded, moving her hands all over his face.

He turned her round, and entered her from behind, feeling her sweet tits subtly bobbing in time.

She moved back round to face him, with her hands on her hips.

He stood in front of her with his cock in his hands and wanked himself to a rapid cum that he aimed all over her legs. He needed his spunk on those legs, and after he had exhausted his climax, he rubbed his juices into her shins, polishing them off, ensuring his sperm was wrapped all over her wonderful calf muscles.

And then he slumped into a sitting position, still clutching his cock, closed his eyes and flopped.

She reached down to the floor, picked up her bra and her T-shirt, placing them back on her exhausted body.

She walked passed him, gathered her skirt together and placed it back over her body.

She swept down to the floor to retrieve her sodden panties, opened her bag and placed them in there.

She picked up her bag as he clambered up from the floor.

He stood there in his rawest state, overcome by the madness and sanity of what had just happened.

She walked towards him, raised her hand to stroke his face, kissed him on the cheek and said,

“Thank you for letting me use your toilet”.

And with that, she walked towards the door and let herself out into the day.

He stood there, naked.

Had he imagined it all?

He stood there for some minutes before looking over to the puddle on the floor.

His phone buzzed.

Another text.

“Fuckable? x”

“Yes very x” he managed to write back.

“Would I want to her fuck her too? x” was the immediate response.

He dressed himself, walked out into the garden and sat down with the paper.

“You would have loved to have fucked her, if only I had managed to get her name and number! xx”