Strangers on a Train

May 22, 2019

Strangers on a train

Mr PP pushed his way into the packed tube with the rest of the last afternoon rush. It was a rainy May day and he was focussed on his trip to Bishops Stortford . The poor ventilation had no chance of keeping up with the overloaded carriage. He didn't need to find a hanger strap. There wasn't anywhere to fall.

When the doors shut, he discovered himself standing behind and a little to the side of a beautiful curvacious brunette woman about his own height. He could smell her floral perfume easily. Each wave in her mainly straight hair was there for his inspection. He could see just enough to see her figure in a tailored professional-cut white, cotton blouse, tight skirt, and shiny heels. He noticed a small locket like a padlock clinging to the strap of each. Hmmm.

She noticed his attention and could turn enough to catch his gaze out of the corner of her eye. As much as she could, she gave him a little once-over. She smiled a little and then looked forward again as the train began to lurch forward.

The woman was stunning. Mr PP was inspired to do something bold and daring. A writer by trade, it came to him in words, fully formed. Leaning forward just a little, he could whisper in her left ear, low and loud enough for her to hear over the din of the train but not anyone else.

"There was a man", he began, "respectful, honest, and good at his craft. He would take the tube every evening back to his apartment from his job in the City. Observant and a student of people, the man liked to look at his fellow passengers and wonder about their own stories."

The train lurched but he didn't slow down.

"One day, the man waited on the platform and he saw a beautiful girl. She was tall and stunning, with beautiful brunette hair. She had a full figure and her ample breasts heaved invitingly with each breath. He had to admit that he found her very attractive, enchanting even."

"When they entered the carriage, he found himself standing close to her as if fate had drawn them together. It felt right to be close to her. Packed in with the crowd, there was nothing to do but be pressed against each other."

"He was able to smell her floral perfume and admire the classic beauty of her face and her body. Entranced, he wanted to speak with her, but he didn't know what to say. As close as they were, there was still a gulf between them."

"Society would dictate introductions or simply conversation, but the train made that difficult. Still, to remain in silence was unthinkable to him."

"Then he reached across that gulf and placed his hand gently on her most prominent hip."

When Mr PP said the words, his hand went to rest on her hip. There was a slight twitch of surprise but then she didn't try to shift away.

"That light touch gave them a connection, bridged their anonymity. He suddenly felt her world, and she his. She was like him, in a good place in life after some turmoil but seeking something she found hard to describe: something exciting and perhaps forbidden, a moment of possibility. Perhaps it was just the possibility of unknowns, but she felt his touch as a door opening... a chance."

She shifted a little and ended pressed more firmly against his hand.

"He felt the connection strongly, something primal in his desires. He wanted to touch her more but would he risk the open door shutting? If he just had a sign, something to let him know that he wasn't just imagining it all..."

Her left hand shifted, sliding back across his trousers to come to rest cupping his erection. It had only just started to stiffen but the presence of her hand brought it quickly to full form.

"And then she touched him," he sighed softly in her ear, just loud enough for her but no one else on the noisy, packed train.

"It was a powerful connection now, one demanding more, a heat, a passion. Two strangers together by chance, both desired, needing to feel something powerful. Would they dare to act before the tides of fate drew them apart and broke the moment?"

Her hand squeezed his cock and began to rub it up and down a little. Careful to not jostle or alert the others pressed around them, he moved his hand to the front of her waist. His fingers worked to open the small zip on her skirt and he saw her bite her lower lip.

"She needed his touch, thrilled by each daring, forbidden movement. Trapped with a hundred people on a public train, she felt him open her wool skirt and his fingers toy with the outline of her full panties," he narrated as his fingers did the work. "She responded with sensual strokes of his cock through his pants before she fumbled to find his zipper."

"Would they dare further? Not just forbidden touches but more?"

One hand entwined amid the thick leather strap that dangled from the ceiling. She felt bound.

Her other hand found his tab and almost yanked his zip down. Her fingers slipped inside and worked eagerly to free him. Within moments his cock was out of his pants, stretching out between the teeth of his zip and into her grip. Hidden from view by the raincoat which still d***d over one arm. He couldn't help but take in his breath sharply, his cock othwised exposed.

They stood motionless for five minutes - five delicious daring minutes - no-one could see or yet have any idea.

"He gasped as she was as eager as he was. He stifled a moan as her hands fondled him, feeling cool and wonderful. There was an urgency here. At any second, the others around them could turn in place and spot their illicit doings."

He worked his fingers inside her panties, she gripped the tip of his penis more tightly. He felt her turn her pelvis slightly, giving him better access to her, aching for him to touch her more.

"She was as ready as he. Was it his words? Could his eloquence be so powerful?"

Now she gave his cock a hard squeeze and he caught her smile.

"She was damp now and his fingers moved easily in her panties, stroking and teasing her. The better he did it, the firmer and faster she stroked his cock. They were in a perfect rhythm rushing quickly toward pleasures they weren't prepared for."

Her body was pressed to his now, her side against his chest, a physical lean of desire.

"The train hurtles along, ninety eight people oblivious to the sexual desire and act in their midst. So close to them, so close to being discovered..."

He faltered as his orgasm began to approach. His right hand jerked into his back pocket, almost arousing the annoyance of his neighbours, but he pulled out a handkerchief. He pressed it to her hand on his cock and she quickly made use of it, wrapping him up in a double-layer.

He focused on her and her pleasure. His fingers slipped inside her. Immediately he made her gasp and earned her hot glances. He could see the flush on her face from her arousal.

She gripped his cock and stopped, her body trembling. A massage of her pussy and full on eye contact was all it took and a release of her flood of pleasure began. She clung to his cock and he used his right hand to slip around her waist and hold her up. His left hand felt the throbbing of her orgasm.

After about fif*** seconds, she composed enough of herself to start stroking him again. Her pelvis was moving in small motions, but clearly gyrating in desire for him, wanting him inside her so badly.

"He felt his orgasm building and lost himself in her...". His balls clenched, his cock throbbed, and the handkerchief grew heavy with his cum inside her hand.

"The next stop is Stand Sted Mound Fidget!" came the announcement or so he thought he heard..and she smiled a childish giggle. Did she get the joke he wondered?
They sorted themselves out, each tending to their own clothes for s***d. The doors opened just as he got his zip up and she snapped her clasp on her neat skirt once more. The crowd pressed them out of the carriage and apart from each other spilling in all directions.

At first, she started following him, a tall dark head bobbing in the crowd, rushing to his connecting train. She couldn't bear to be parted so soon having only spoken that one time for real. The guilt of her escape from her court date would have to be endured a few moments longer. His handkerchief was warm, wet, and heavy in her hand. She felt a twinge of regret when it seemed clear that he wanted it that day to remain as strangers on a train. She stopped and turned around - placing the handkerchief safely inside her bag for her pillow later.

"I hope you weren't trying to get away," a voice called with a wicked grin. She'd been following the wrong man!

She turned with a heady mix of surprise, relief and excitement and with an unsual presence of mind handed him a business card - she'd had it printed specially in anticipation as if this occasion was her Destiny "(your name)" it said - "fuck puppet and princess in training" and carried her phone number.. "Apprenticed to Mr. PP" she added verbally, and added
"I have it on good authority that if you call this woman for dinner, she'd say yes."

A playful laugh echoed with the sound of a childish joy.

He gave her a quick kiss full of possibilities and then rushed off to catch his train.

That night, *** by the lingering perfume of the handkerchief and his unmistakeable aftershave which she had purchased just the day before, masturbated over the realisation that that her new lover had been prepared to act out her fantasy of sex with a stranger on a train.

She was now set, excited and relieved that she had found her ONE!