This is latest story in the tales of two people who meet every couple of months in an on-going affair to make up for what they are missing out on in their own individual married relationships. Please enjoy, vote and leave feedback.
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She was looking in the opposite direction when I walked up to her, placing my hand on her hip and pulling her in close. I resisted the temptation of placing my hand directly on her delicious behind as it wasn't the type of behaviour that some would find acceptable on the concourse of Waverley Station.
"Good morning," I said, cheerily "you really don't know how excited I am to be doing this. This is so illicit."
"It is!" Ali replied. "I've been shaking since I got up!"
Her smile told me she was fine with our plan though. I gave her a gentle hug. I could feel the top of her stockings through her skirt, the tingle of excitement rushing through me. She noticed I had realised what she was wearing, a raised eyebrow signalling her naughtiness. She could read me like a book!
We had planned this for weeks - a proper trip away. Just us, together for more than one night. Our meetings were mostly about two months apart and that was enough for us to work through our frustrations with our respective relationships. However, it was now nearly four months since our last encounter, and we both really needed this. It was a sort of Christmas present between us, our families taking up all our time during the Christmas period and then, of course, her forty-fifth birthday following along in January. A few lies to conceal our true intentions, based on elements of truth, had raised no suspicions in our other halves.
The train from London arrived a little early, so we boarded to wait the departure to Inverness. I had booked seats in the First Class coach, my previous experience of this journey being one surrounded by screaming children. No, that wouldn't be a good start to our little tryst.
The carriage was near empty, a few older couples sitting further down. Peace, I thought. Time to talk. Time to plan. Perhaps sexy talk, seductive whispers. Oh, and lunch. As normal, I took that in hand and had prepared a small spread of everything I knew she liked. Terribly thoughtful of me, I mused.
We sat opposite each other. I studied her face, her eyes and hair, taking her all in. We knew each other well now but I could never stop enjoying all the little things that you see when closely intimate with another. The shape of her ears, her mannerisms, body language, the way she tilted her head to one side as she listened to me. All those details seeping into my mind to be rekindled by my imagination when we were not together.
My eyes were drawn downwards. She had undone a couple of buttons on her blouse as we were readying ourselves to sit. She gave me a wicked smile as she caught me looking at her lacy underwear, shaking her shoulders a little so I got a good view of her boobs.
"Ooo, you tease, Alison!" She knew me well.
"Well I thought it may help pass the time on the journey, you imagining me later when we arrive, so yes, a little tease to help you get in the mood."
"No help needed!" I replied, my cock already stiffening.
She undid another button, titling her shoulders giving me a side on view.
"Stop it! You'll give that old guy a heart attack!" looking back towards the couple in front of us.
"Ah, I would soon sort him out." she laughed in reference to her job as a nurse. "It gives you something to look at until we get into the nicer scenery."
I shook my head.
"Sometimes, Ali, you can be, well....we've not even left Edinburgh!"
She redid her button and sat back.
"Sorry. I'll be on my best behaviour from now on!" She gave another wicked smile.
This being the fast train, we were quickly across the bridge heading through Fife and up to Perth.
"Better keep your head down, you might be spotted around here!" A reference to where I live.
"No worries, we'll be through my village in seconds." I replied.
Beyond Perth, the landscape widened out, the hills and mountains of the Highlands appearing.
"Remember our little walk? That wasn't far from here." I asked.
"Remember it? It was incredible!"
" 'Wow! That was amazing' is the expression that I believe you used!"
"Hmmm...thinking about that," I spotted a glint in her eyes. "It is quiet in this coach."
I looked around. Indeed it was. Only one other couple now ahead of us at the far end. No-one behind.
"Well?" she asked, raising up a stockinged foot and placing it on my crotch, rubbing gently.
"Ali, we can't! Someone will come."
"That's the intention, so to speak! Well, I'll keep a look out. No-one can come in the other direction as we're the last carriage."
I looked around again, pushing her foot away. I signalled for her to lean forward, leaning in myself as if to whisper something to her. She shuffled forward in her seat. I passed my hand onto her knee and slowly, gently felt my way upwards inside her skirt.
"Oh!" she whimpered. "I see, that's good!"
I stretched my hand further up, across the top of her stocking, feeling the smooth soft flesh of her inner thighs. I brushed against her knickers, touching her pussy beneath.
She shuffled further forward on her seat, parting her legs slightly to help. I stroked downwards and upward feeling her knickers dampening.
She leaned in closer. "So, so good."
She moved her hand down to join mine under her skirt.
"I'll help a bit." she whispered, hooking a finger around into her knickers pulling them to one side.
My fingers could now feel her exposed pussy. She relaxed her hips open further. My finger slid in easily, followed by another. I turned them gently upwards, my arm at full stretch under the table, and pressed in.
She tightened up as my fingers touched that very sensitive spot, the small spongy area to the top and front.
"Ah, you're bang on mister, that's really, really good."
My arm was at full stretch and I moved as far forward as I could. She pressed herself forward, her stomach hard against the table.
"You'll manage. Just keep doing what you're doing. It won't take long." She was becoming breathless.
Her boobs were practically just under my face and I looked down her blouse.
