It seemed like a good idea at the time but now I was definitely having second thoughts and third and fourth ones too. The Amtrak station seemed ominous somehow, cavernous and a little foreboding as the footfalls echoed in the fading evening light. The man at the newsstand with the pencil mustache seemed to be watching me over his paper. I tried not to look at him.
I was relived when they called my train. It was warm for this time of year and the wind had come up. The skirt of my prim shirtwaist dress blew around me revealing far too much of my legs and I had to gather it in my fist and clutch it to my thigh. I found my coach and with relieve and put my small overnight case on the rack above my head and settled into my window seat.
I hadn't been back in a long time and part of me was eager to go. Not that anything held me there any longer. All I had was memories of a time that seemed to have been from another world. A happy and exciting time but that was long ago. I was older now a wife and mother and those things were long past.
As I thought of the past the man at the newsstand entered the car! I looked down unseeing. He seemed so strange and foreign. The train wasn't crowded but he sat in the seat beside me as it lurched into motion. The uneasiness I'd felt in the station multiplied tenfold and my heart was beating fast. He exuded a confidence that I didn't feel.
I finally looked out the window as we moved through the city and suburbs and into the open countryside. The farmland I was once so familiar with came into view. I could almost smell the damp earth. Cows grazed in the fields and the cornfields swayed in the wind. The field corn was ready for picking. Cow corn we called it. I thought of how we'd played as children among the rows of corn out of sight in our secret world with the stalks so far above our heads.
As it grew darker the window became a mirror and I could see him glance at me frequently. Our eyes met once and I looked away my face aflame. I thought he would speak to me but he didn't. Then I must have dozed.
When I woke the lights had been dimmed and only he and I seemed to be awake. The heads of the passengers in front of us swayed in rhythm to the train's motion. I could hear his breathing beside me.
I needed to go to the bathroom and I couldn't wait any longer. I made a production of gathering my purse and shifting in my seat and then asked him to excuse me. He was sat for a long moment and I thought he hadn't heard me.
Then in a quite voice he said, "You have high heeled shoes in your case?" It was almost a statement not a question. Numbly I nodded my head.
"Get them out when you get up." His voice was matter of fact as if it never occurred to him that anybody would disobey him. I swallowed as he continued. "Take off your panties in the restroom and put on the high heels before you come back."
He then got up to let me out with studied indifference. I seemed to be mesmerized. I opened my case and found the shoes. This was surely madness! I'd never done anything like this in my life! I waited a long time in the restroom before I returned and he had taken my seat. I could have moved but I sat beside him. He didn't seem to notice. I looked at my watch. The train didn't get in until three in the morning. It was now a little after midnight. Just three hours to go!
An hour passed. He said nothing and I wondered if I'd imagined the whole thing. Then he said without looking at me, "You did as I asked?" I shuddered and nodded. His was so compelling somehow. I spoke for the first time. "Yes, my panties are in my purse and as you see I have on heels."
"Go the platform of the last car and wait for me. Keep your back to the door and don't turn around."
I nodded as if in a trance, got up and stumbled down the swaying isle. The car doors hissed open until I reached the last car. Here on the platform the sounds were louder and the wind whistled. My hair and dress blew wildly. I was about to go back when the door hissed open behind me. "Don't turn around." His voice was quiet but authoritative. I froze watching through the window in the rear door as the tracks receded behind us.
"Unbutton the top of your dress," he said calmly.
"Please," I said. "This is all a mistake. Let's go back inside."
He said nothing and finally in defeat I fumbled at the buttons. "There," I said. I couldn't recognize my own voice. The wind whipped under the undone fabric and caressed me.
"Pull your bra up over your tits."
"Please, this is a mistake. Let's go back inside."
"Do it. You know you want too."
I did want too but it was so shaming! The wind had truly aroused me and I couldn't resist him. I pulled my bra over my breasts. The wind did the rest. My nipples hardened and I was getting wet. I knew he could see my arousal.
Then he was behind me and his hands were on my shoulders. He whispered in my ear. "You like the wind on your tits don't you?" There was no denying I was aroused. My hardened nipples weren't from the wind alone. This was the forbidden. I had fought the forbidden all my life. I nodded reluctantly.
"Say it," he said.
"I like it," I gasped in a horse voice I didn't recognize.
"No, not like that." Say 'I like the wind on my tits.'"
