Sex on the Train

Tom has been in Edinburgh for a business meeting. A nice summers day had been forecast, so he is dressed in beige chinos, brown brogues, a white open colour shirt and blue blazer. With his tanned skin, he looks quite the city dapper.

His meeting overran and so he is now on the last train back to Leeds in Yorkshire that is just leaving the station 9.30pm. There are not many passengers getting on the train so he chooses a group of 4 seats with a table, sits in the aisle seat with his back to the direction of travel, puts his bag on the window seat next to him and hopes nobody decides to join him.

After a long day and with a two and half hour journey ahead, he decides to have a snooze. He leaves his tickets on the table in front of him in case the Guard should come to check them.

After an hour or so, he wakes and is relieved to see that no one chose to sit at his table. He looks out of the window but is pitch black outside so it acts as a mirror.

Immediately he sees the reflection of a beautiful young girl. She is sat diagonally opposite him in the group of four seats on the across the aisle form him. She is also alone. He turns to look at her across the train to see that she is looking at him, so he smiles and she smiles back.

A little embarrassed he returns to looking out the window and the reflection of her by the time he does so, the girl has unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse. She is looking straight at his reflection as she slides her left hand into the top of the blouse and starts to rub her right breast.

It is difficult to tell how old she but she looks to mature to be wearing what appears to be a school uniform.

It is also difficult to tell how tall she as she is seated but Tom reckons she must be around 5 8. She is slim and has her long blonde hair pinned up. The blouse is quite loose fitting but from the glimpses he is getting of her tits and bra as she fondles herself, he reckons she is at least a 36C. One thing is for sure, she is a stunner!

They continue to stare at each other’s reflection and she continues to stoke her breasts such that only he can see, Tom’s cock is now tenting in his pants.

As the train approaches Berwick on Tweed it looks all the passengers in the carriage are collecting up their belongings to leave the train. To Tom’s disappointment it looks like the girl is too, as she starts to collect her things. And indeed, as the train pulls into the station, she joins the queue to leave by the doors behind him

Tom can now see that she is wearing a very short, pleated blue and green tartan skirt, a pair of pure white, knee length, white cotton socks and a pair of sensible, navy blue shoes, with a small heel, to go with the navy school blazer and white blouse.

The train jerks to a stop as she is passing his seat and she pretends to stumble and fall. As she does so she places the palm of her left hand in his lap to break her ‘fall’, right on his swollen cock.

“So sorry!” she proffers as she squeezes his manhood. And then she is gone.

Or so Tom thought!

As the train leaves the station the girl suddenly re-appears from behind him.

“Looks like we are the only left in the carriage now, mind if I join you?” She asks. But before he can answer she brushes past him, plonks herself in the seat opposite him and throws her back on the window seat next to her.

Immediately Tom notices that the next button down on her blouse has been undone and from the flashes of bare breast he was getting, as she starts to take off her blazer, it was obvious that she had removed that lily-white bra. “What is this little vixen up to?” He muses.

Once she has taken off her blazers she stands up and reaches to place it on the overhead luggage rack, above where Tom is sitting, out of the way. As she does so, her very short skirt rises up and Tom is certain he catches a glimpse of a shaven teenage pussy. “She’s not wearing any knickers!”

Once sorted she sits down and once again slips a hand, inside her blouse and resumes fondling her pert tits. As she does so, Tom catches sight of an erect nipple.

“Is your cock still as hard as it was a few minutes ago mister?” She asks, looking at the bulge in the front of his chinos.

“Might be!” He responds with a big grin.

“Why not show me then?” She asks nicely. “It might make you feel a bit more comfortable.”

“What if someone should come? He asks.

“Was that pun intended?” She grins, and Tom goes red.

“No, I mean what if someone comes into the carriage.

“I doubt that.