Hello
Again from England
I continue with my strange
sagas here dear readers with an account of a trip I made last year to our
wonderful capital city…London.
I do some freelance work
and sometimes it makes necessary a trip to London. Like most things, I
like to make the most of any opportunity as and when it arises. I reside
in Essex which lies about 60 miles NE of London and is only an hour away
on the train. I live alone except for my cat and I hope some of you might
want to know more of me. I enclose an e-mail address for any people interested
enough to write me and I will do my best to answer any sensible questions.
For those offended at my writing, I offer my regrets for your offence but
sadness that you continue reading something that offends.
rachaelrollercoaser@libertysurf.co.uk
THE TRAIN RIDE
As is my fancy when I am
not dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, I enjoy dressing up. I like the 50's
look and I have a dark blue suit, jacket and full pleted skirt, with the
hem a few inches above the knee. I usually wear stockings, the black sheer
shiny type, suspenders (or as you call them garter belts) and quite high
heels. My skimpy knickers are of satin, which make me feel really sexy
especially since my pubic hair has grown quite thick and bushy since a
long lost boyfriend persuaded me to shave it off. I can feel it inside
my knickers, fighting with the satin as I walk…it is almost arousing. I
also wore a white brushed nylon blouse which hung and clung to my unsupported
breasts which seem to acquire a motion of there own under it when walking…especially
when wearing the four inch heels. I am a brunette and my long shoulder
length hair I wound into a coil on the top of my head. I never wear too
much make up, but enough to arouse interest and accentuate my full lips
and large eyes.
Anyway hopefully now you
can imagine me, as I tripped down to the station and caught the post rush
hour train. It was a warm sunny spring day and I took no overcoat, just
a brief case for my notes. The journey down was totally uneventful and
I arrived at Seymour Hall and sat through the rather boring seminar. Afterwards
I went to a snack bar with some friends I met and we chatted, rather forgetting
the time and by the time I left, it was the rush hour and I had forgotten
how crowded London becomes at that time…really crowded and how people do
it day after day…well it beats me. Anyway I was standing on the underground
platform, what you call a sub-way, waiting for a train, together with what
seemed the rest of the world, when I saw a man looking at me…In that way
men do. To say our eyes met across a crowded station platform would be
an exaggeration, but we did have that intense eye contact.In that moment
my eyes and brain took in the most amazing details. He was tall, dark haired,
about 40 years old, slightly olive complexion, Italian?…no…further south.
Egyptian?…no…too fine featured. Saudi?…Kuwait?…perhaps. Lebanese?…Yes Lebanese
I think.
Wow! My heart skipped a beat;
he was handsome and well-groomed, Amani suit, silk shirt, and hand made
shoes, a flash of gold on his hand as he flicked something from his jacket.
He was slim without appearing thin and in that instant before he looked
away his eyes seemed like deep pools of dark desire…my heart skipped another
beat.
I walked slowly back and
forth on the platform and he watched me all the while, pretending not to,
but I saw him look away each time I turned. I was parading for him, moving
my hips and ass and standing rather provocatively, with one ass cheek higher
than the other and legs slightly apart. My jacket fell open revealing my
breasts, the nipples full of desire and at the moment I caught his eyes
on me I stopped, drawing his eyes to mine and smiled. His reaction was
one of surprise and sudden anxiety. He licked his lips nervously and quickly
looked away. Oh shame! I thought…but then my daydreaming fantasy was rudely
interrupted by the warm draft of air coming down the platform, indicating
the next tube train. The people surged forwards and I seemed all of a sudden
in a crowd. The brakes screeched as it drew to a halt, there was a clicking
noise and the doors drew back. Fortunately I was well positioned and as
three or four people fought their way out against the tide of the waiting
crowd, I was pushed forward and forced into the train by those behind.
There was the usual adjustment inside, each with his or her standing room;
one man deciding that even reading the paper with it folded to the size
of a handkerchief was impossible. So I hung there from the strap, looking
vaguely into the back of the man in front of me, when my senses caught
the smell of cologne…my brain analysed the aroma…it was Fahrenheit…a classy
male perfume. It came from behind me and I felt a rush of excitement, my
neck hairs tingled…It was him, behind me. We were not touching, but I could
feel his heat on me, occasionally his breath on my neck and the thought
of him there started to consume me. If I allowed myself to sway with the
train’s movement, I could feel him against me, gently pressing into me.
I could sense his reciprocal movements and we started playing a game, the
two of us pressing into each other. He was exciting me beyond belief and
his image filled my mind, one knee started to tremble but I was pulled
from this image as we arrived at the next station, the train jerked and
we all swayed with the motion and in that instant I felt him against me,
pushed into the cheeks of my bottom. I had no time to think as more people
pushed in and we were all packed together even closer. There was a general
moan as we all felt the same emotion…too many people…too close together.
The train jerked, all the
people moving as a mass and it rattled away down into the tunnel, the lights
dimming for some reason. He was still there, pressed into me firmly and
as I stood still feeling his heat, I felt something else too…his rising
desire. I relaxed my bottom as I felt it pressed into me, my mind working
out how big he was. He moved with the train, but he also was moving with
a rhythm of his own…like a message to me, and I followed his lead, moving
and pushing back at him. My mouth was dry and I licked my lips and tried
to swallow the lump developing in my throat. I felt a hand on my hip, circling
my left cheek and moving to my waist then upwards, under my jacket to my
left breast. I looked down at it and watched as it explored my firm orb,
the olive skin, the gold signet ring, the manicured nails, the finger feeling
the hard swollen nipple, the thumb joining it and rolling it between them.
I felt like putty in his hands and all the time I could feel his hardness
pressed into the space between my cheeks. I wondered if he could feel the
pounding of my heart, hear it perhaps as the hand left its investigation
there and was travelling down to my left cheek again, feeling and caressing
me. There was a slight hesitation as it found the strap of my suspender
belt and I could hear his mind working out my availability. The hem of
my dress was being lifted and the hand ran over my stockinged thigh, hesitating
again as it reached my flesh. I sensed a slight tremble in it as it felt
over and round onto the top and delved beneath my knickers into the thicket
of my sex. I felt a hot, sweet draft of air on my neck as he gasped silently,
cupping me and drawing me against him hard. I moved my left leg to one
side for him and his finger found me immediately, teasing me open like
the morning light on a flower, dipping into my sweet nectar like a bee,
finding my hard stamen and moving it back and forth deliciously.
It was too much, too delicious
and I abandoned better reason, feeling behind me for him, opening him and
delving into him as he was into me. It was hard like steel, not large or
thick, rather delicate like the owner and I drew it out feeling and massaging,
dragging my nails over the circumcised head, it jerking as I did so. Sudden
panic overcame me as the train thundered into the next station, I released
him and he me…where were we? Did I care? Oh…relief…quick thought six stations
to go. Then people, one squeezed in front of me to get out and some more
squeezed in from the platform. We were pushed back into a corner by the
door, his arm now around my waist, securing me to him. We resumed our activities
as I looked about in the carriage to see if we were noticed, but everyone
seemed in a daze, tired after a day’s work. He was more urgent now and
his hand was behind me, feeling my cheeks, pulling the knickers to one
side and feeling through and under me. I managed to spread my feet apart
as he cupped my slit, feeling my wetness, sliding a finger along it and
up to my anus, making me wet there too. He managed with finger and thumb
to excite me in both places and I leaned as far forward as was possible
as he entered my sex. The thumb was at the other hole and pressing there,
gently but firmly and as I became excited it opened for it and his thumb
slid into me too. I wondered what we would do and in my mind I saw a session
of quick mutual stimulation. I felt his balls and then started to pump
him as he fingered me…so deliciously… I was not far from an orgasm and
prepared myself to come quietly.
Another station, more people
but the train was now so full that no one attempted to board. There was
a loud whirring as the train stood there, a violent jerk, then off it speed
again, into the tunnel and gaining speed…then a slowing…a jerk…and a screeching
as it came to a standstill. A general moan came from the people, and then
the lights dimmed and we all looked around in the strange light. I felt
my skirt being lifted at the back, and he pulled himself out of my hand
while sliding his thumb out of me, quickly replacing it with his penis
at the entrance. I stiffened, not believing that he was thinking about
fucking me in the train. I was wrong, he was and I felt him start to push
into me. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes wide with panic, whispering
a ‘no’. I clenched my strong cheeks together and halted his progress, but
fate intervened, the train jerked and pulled away quickly, some passengers
losing balance, one falling back against me, pushing me back into him as
my muscles released and he slid into me to the hilt. I yelled out with
surprise and some pain at the force of the impalement, the man who pushed
me apologised thinking he had trodden on me. He looked strangely at me
for a moment as he saw my mouth agape and eyes wide, then looked away.
I could feel his hairs against my bottom, such was the depth of his penetration,
but all was forgotten as he started to thrust in and out. He was, as I
said not large, ideal in fact for this activity, and I was not far away
from an intense orgasm. He pushed and thrusted into me, his hand finding
my breast again, the nipple now long and thick with excitement. The other
hand cupped me in the front drawing me onto him as he willed, then he stiffened
and I felt his penis pump as he filled me, my own silent madness filling
my head as he did so. The train pulled into the next station and he slowly
withdrew, re-arranging my dress for me. I leaned against him and he softly
kissed my neck as we passed the next station. No words were said, but the
feelings were strong. I reached up for the strap to leave when my station
arrived, and looked round at him and smiled. His eyes were full of wonder
and emotion and he took my hand and kissed the back of it, looking into
my face…Oh those eyes… I hesitated, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted him
to make love to me properly, I wanted to eat him…I wanted…I wanted, but
I turned and walked between the doors as they were shutting. I watched
as the train slowly took him away, our eyes locked together…then he was
gone, it was over. I walked slowly along the platform with a strange mixture
of emotions, like waking from an erotic dream. Then the light, the sun,
normality again, the feelings already withering and falling from me like
leaves in the autumn breeze…I sighed.
Email the author: RachaelRollercoaster@LibertySurf.co.uk
