Lust on a train
I ran through the check-in at the barrier and through the waiting area, my flightcase bumping behind me and my heels clattering on the platform. I was late for the London Eurostar, my taxi having been caught in the Paris traffic around the Gare du Nord. I found my carriage and stowed my bag and slumped into my seat in a daze…. phew! First class was not very full and I had the 4-seats to myself. I pulled out my mirror and brush and tidied myself a little and repaired my lipstick, smiling as I remembered how Claudia had kissed it off me last night. We’d met at a club and she’d come back with me to my hotel room. She said she was a student at Paris University but I didn’t care who or what she was, she was so gorgeous and she wanted me. We made love until well into the early hours, her firm, young, delightful body enjoying my mouth as I explored every inch. We brought each other to fulfilment many times with fingers, tongues and lips, waking late to a more leisurely lovemaking. We’d parted with a final kiss knowing it was just one night of passion and I’d packed in haste, late for my train.
I thought about these things and remembered her with a smile as the train picked up speed through the Paris suburbs and I settled into my journey. The steward offered wine and I chose a Chablis and started to settle rather sl**pily to my book. I was getting back into it when a soft voice intruded. “Do you mind if I sit here?”. I looked up to see a woman of about 30 with long dark chestnut hair and full red lips looking down at me with soulful eyes that made me melt instantly. She explained that her seat further down the carriage was opposite a man who was making suggestive remarks and she wanted to move away. I said “of course” and she slipped in opposite me with a smile that even after the satisfaction of last night made my senses alert.
I settled back to my book but realised after a few minutes that I hadn’t read a word. I looked up and she smiled at me again, “I’m Angela” she said, offering her hand. We shook hands and both held on for an instant longer than necessary. We started to talk about our work and Paris. I gazed at her mouth as she talked about herself and imagined that full red mouth on my breasts and kissing my inner thighs. I must have blushed as I realised as she said “Are you a little warm?” I covered my embarrassment by agreeing and took off my suit jacket. Too late I remembered that I hadn’t put on my bra when I dressed in haste. My white silk blouse clung to my figure. I saw Angela look at my breasts as she continued to talk, and I felt my nipples hardening. I took a gulp of wine to cover my embarrassment.
There was a lull in the conversation and I looked out at the French countryside passing by. I felt a movement under the table and Angela’s foot nudged mine. I looked across. “Sorry” she said, keeping her foot there and looking deep into my eyes. “That’s… that’s alright” I said, stammering a little, and her foot started to caress my ankle. I looked around; there was no-one sitting across the aisle, just an elderly couple further down and then some business spaced about the carriage. Her foot crept up and curled around my calf. “You’re very sexy” she said looking straight at me; “are you aware you’re turning me on like crazy?”
She’d slipped her shoe off and her stockinged toes were sliding up and down my leg and now higher. I instinctively parted my legs as her foot slipped between my knees. I stared at her. “I think you’re wonderful”, I said, “I…. I want you”. I reached down and caught hold of her foot, massaging her toes that wriggled between my fingers as I pulled her to me, past the tops of my hold-ups. I slid forward a little feeling her foot against my inner thigh and now pressing against the thin silk of my panties. My pussy now leaking as her toes pushed and teased against my lips. I swallowed hard as I used her foot to rub myself. She reached across and stroked my cheek, brushing the strands of hair away from my face. I felt my heart pounding ……..