The daily commute into Euston was mind numbing. Ellie took the same train every day. Same people, same train, same outcome. She craved excitement, but there was none to be had.
Ellie did what she always did on the train. She watched the world pass by in a blur. Between stations, the same grey skies greeted her. The same fields framed by the same hedges. The same towns devoid of anything interesting.
She looked beyond the hedges to a row of boring suburban semis, which housed boring people, living boring lives. As she stared, a smile broke out on her face. She squinted to try and gain better focus. She could see someone through patio doors in a downstairs room. They looked naked.
"Surely they can't be," she thought. Before she could get her mind programmed into the view, the train pulled away. "Shit," she thought. The first bit of something new was taken away as quickly as it had appeared.
The following day - another train journey. Another day doing the same things.
"Please God, make my life interesting," she thought to herself. She watched the world pass by in a blur. It was like Groundhog Day.
As she approached High Wycombe, she craned her neck to see if she could spot the mystery person that she had seen the day before. The train slowed but didn't stop.
"Shit," she said out loud. There was someone there and she was sure they were naked. A man she thought but couldn't be certain. With a smile to herself, she named him/her "Sam." Either way, the name worked. This tiny piece of excitement made her feel a bit better.
"Will Sam be here today?" she thought as the train slowed to a stop. She was about fifty yards away from his/her house and couldn't see.
"Fuck!" Frustration grew in her. As the train eased forward, she was nearly out of her seat looking. Is this what her world had become? Desperate to get a glimpse of a total stranger who may be a man or may be a woman, and who may be naked? She was soon rewarded. Stood out on the patio was Sam. A man, and OMG. He was naked!!
Ellie couldn't contain herself. She giggled a little too loudly, attracting looks of distain from other commuters. Surely, they saw what she did? Apparently not! No one said anything or gave any indication that they had seen anything. Today, Ellie was happy.
Friday came and despite not working, Ellie sat in her usual seat on her usual train. She had decided that she was going to make the journey, anyway, hoping to see Sam. She had laid in bed the night before for hours, thinking about Sam. Is he married? Got a girlfriend? Is he good in bed?
"Of course, he is," she convinced herself. When she couldn't sleep, she even allowed herself to think about fucking Sam. With the aid of her favourite toy, she had enjoyed a very deep and satisfying orgasm.
The train slowed down at the same signals, on the same track.
"Forth house along," she thought as the train crawled agonizingly forward.
"There he is," she thought with a huge smile appearing on her face. As if he knew she was watching, there he stood...naked in the patio windows.
Without thinking, as the train pulled into High Wycombe, Ellie grabbed her coat, scarf, and bag, making her way off the train. Now on the platform with the doors closing behind her, realism hit.
"What the fuck am I doing?" she asked herself. She needed time to think, so took a seat in the platform café with a hot coffee to warm her through.
Options! "First, I could get the train home," she thought. "Or I could go for a walk around." She convinced herself that option two was the best choice. After all, she had never been to High Wycombe.
Coffee finished, she left the station, turning left onto Acacia Avenue, or more importantly, Sam's Avenue. As she walked down the road, the nerves kicked in. Butterflies fluttered in her tummy. All her senses became much more acute. Her mouth dried.
"Oh God, what am I thinking?" she thought. One hundred yards to go. She could just see Sam's house. Seventy-five yards. She is looking everywhere, no one is around. Twenty-five yards. She can clearly see Sam's house, and his red VW on the drive.
She keeps walking, desperately trying not to stand out. She turns down a pathway thar runs directly behind the row of houses. She knows she is going to have to look through the doors. She also knows that she may be seen.
She now sees Sam, not stood at the window as before, no. Now he is laid on his sofa. Naked. Eyes closed. Slowly wanking his magnificent erection.
Stood frozen, mouth open, she can't believe what she is seeing.
Sam slowly stroking his length, paying attention to the head of his cock. It sits there proudly at the end of his shaft. Shiny and purple, pumped full of desire. He obviously takes care of himself. His body is toned and athletic, his pubic hair trimmed short. He is lost in his own hedonistic world, obviously thinking about a past conquest, or fantasizing about something or someone he wants.
Ellie felt herself getting wet. It had been so long since she'd had any real fun, and now here she was, stood in a stranger's garden watching him stroking his hard cock. She longed to be inside the house, touching him, tasting him. She wanted to be the one administering the pleasure and receiving her own fulfilment in return.
Sam licked his fingers and applied the spit to his manhood. "Obviously lubricating himself," Ellie thought. She couldn't take her eyes off this very personal show that she had not been invited to attend. "What if he saw her?" No matter what the risks, Ellie could not tear herself away.
Still, Sam's strokes remained methodical, almost hypnotic. With his spare hand, he gently squeezed his own balls. His mouth was slightly open. She could see his chest going up and down as his breathing became more laboured.
Ellie put her hand inside her knickers. God, she was so wet. She couldn't stop herself, nor did she want to. Her fingers probed her pussy. Her juices made entry so easy. She could feel the warm desire building up inside.
Sam was now starting to pump his cock a little harder, a little faster. Ellie could see his muscles contracting as he desperately tried to prolong the inevitable. Her clit was throbbing now. She wanted to come so hard, but not until Sam was ready to release too.
Sam continued to squeeze his balls whilst wanking his shaft. Ellie knew this would heighten the pleasure for him. A past boyfriend used to beg her to do it. The fine line between pleasure and pain. Get this right, and the recipient was rewarded with a huge spray of lust.
Sam continued to build the pace, his breathing getting heavier, Ellie getting wetter. She was now moving between her clit and g-spot, desperate to maximize her own pleasure. How much she wished she could take Sam in her mouth, to taste his saltiness, to be the one who made him cum.
Her knickers were now soaked with her juices. Her fingers covered by the persistent self-probing. She was so close. She bit down on her scarf, desperate to muffle the sounds of her own moans. She urged Sam to come so she could instigate her own release. As if he were telepathic, Sam sped up. He shuffled on the sofa to get more comfortable, his feet pushing hard against the sofa arm for stability. His muscles were now taut as his body tensed. His mouth gaping open, sucking in much needed oxygen to fuel his pursuit of pleasure.
Ellie's clit was throbbing like never before. Her juices were now running down her hand to her wrist. Her clit rubs were in perfect unison with Sam's efforts to release his built-up tension.
Then it happened. Sam arched his back and shouted out as his orgasm took hold. As he vigorously wanked his shaft, spurt after spurt of his hot creamy love shot from his cock hitting his chest and belly. Ellie had never seen so much cum, and it was all she needed to bring herself off. Her legs buckled, she went momentarily blind, as her own waves of pleasure crashed down on her body. Every nerve lit up with pleasure. Her pussy went into spasm as her juices emptied over her fingers.
As she regained control and looked at Sam, she was mortified. He was no longer pleasuring himself. He was looking straight at her.
Ellie turned to run, but with terror blinding her, she went the wrong way straight into the side of the house, hitting her head hard on the wall. Her world span as she hit the floor, again banging her head.
Ellie opened her eyes slowly. She felt like she had the hangover from hell. Her head was pounding, the bright light making her feel sick.
"Where am I?" she thought. She desperately tried to recall her last thoughts and memories. Everything was blank.
