Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 23:11:50 +0000 (GMT)
From: Real Org <realorg@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Train Ride

My name is Heather, I'm 24 and a postgraduate student
reading physics at Edinburgh University in Scotland. I
have long blond hair, green eyes, a trim figure, and
I'm quite tall at 5' 10". I know I'm attractive its
obvious from the reaction I get from men and even some
women. I don't let myself get tied up in worrying if
my bum looks big, I'm a scientist and I love my work,
besides my bum isn't big. I don't have much time for
romance, I'm not a virgin but my two experiences with
boys were not impressive. I do enjoy sex however, my
fingers and a home made vibrator (well I am a
physicist) get regular use... at least once a day.

It all started one fresh February morning I caught the
train for Edinburgh at Livingston where I'm currently
living. The journey should take around 30 minutes but
usually takes 45, public transport being what it is in
the UK. I would usually read up on my latest project
during the journey, but today I had spotted an erotic
book in the station shop while waiting for the train
to arrive. It stirred something deep in my stomach
when I saw the woman on the cover posing provocatively
in a leather corset and nothing else. I couldn't help
myself I had to buy it.

When the train arrived I chose the carriage at the
back because it was empty and I was a little nervous
about openly reading the book on the train. The seats
were crammed in to maximise space in groups of three
facing each other with a small gap of about half a
metre between them. I sat down against a window
crossed my legs and started reading. I was soon
engrossed in the book, oblivious to everything around
me. I began rubbing my legs together causing a
delicious friction between the lips of my labia, I had
to make a conscious effort not moan out loud.

I was just getting to a particularly sexy scene when I
felt something gently brush my calf , bringing me
crashing back to the real world. Sitting opposite me
was a middle-aged woman probably in her late forties
I'd guess, she had long raven black hair, a slim
figure and an attractive if slightly wrinkled face.

She said nothing just smiled at me sexily and resumed
rubbing her foot up and down my leg, moving gradually
higher up my leg until she reached the point where
they crossed. It was obvious what she wanted as she
began o coax my top leg off the other with her foot. I
looked around the carriage there was no one else
except an elderly couple at the other end, deep in
conversation. I turned back to the woman opposite,
looked straight in her eyes and uncrossed my legs. She
smiled and slowly pushed her foot under my skirt,
brushing along my thigh, advancing agonisingly slowly.


Finally her foot reached my crutch and she began to
gently slide her toe up and down my slit through the
damp cotton of my knickers. I was breathing hard and
my bra seemed to have shrunk two sizes. I moved both
my hands up to my breasts and began to squeeze them
through the material of my sweater and bra. I felt a
toe begin to work its way beneath the crutch of my
knickers trying to work its way into my vagina. I
looked at her and she nodded removing her foot, this
allowed we to lift my bum of the seat, inch back my
skirt and pulled off my knickers discarding them in a
damp pile on the floor. Within seconds of sitting back
down and flattening out my skirt I had her big toe
inside me and the others rubbing deliciously slowly up
and down my clit. Just a few minutes of this and my
arousal grew to the most intense feeling I had ever
experienced, I was panting heavily and thought I would
explode any moment.

Then the woman who I had met no more than 10 minutes
ago did something I shall never forget. Just as I was
about to go over the edge, she pulled out of me and
stopped stroking, I gasped and opened my eyes looking
straight into hers which positively glittered with
desire. Then she turned her foot so that it was flat
against my crutch, her leg now straight out in front
of her but slightly bent. She gave me a wicked smile,
then suddenly straightened her leg pushing me back
into the chair and jamming her heel hard into my
throbbing pussy.

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I screamed as I had the most
violent orgasm of my life, soaking my skirt and her
wonderful foot with my passion juices.

When I finally came down from my post orgasmic high, I
realised the train had stopped. I pushed my hair out
of my eyes and looked back at the women opposite. She
put her shoes back on and stood up. "This is my stop
dear" the first words she had spoken to me. Then she
winked, said "same time tomorrow maybe?" and walked
out the open door. Even if I had wanted to follow her
I don't think I could have stood up, I was totally
drained, but oh so satisfied!

I had one of my most successful days ever in the lab
that day with a constant glow of satisfaction despite
having a few problems walking properly.