Strangers On A Train 31

She was late; she was always late for work, but her manager let that slide as Beth was by far the most productive of his staff. She swallowed the remains of her coffee in one gulp and hurried upstairs, casting off her robe and pulling on a scarlet cotton dress over red filigree panties. She retrieved her matching stilettoes from the bottom of the wardrobe and hurried down stairs, grabbing her handbag and car keys as she skipped outside, slamming the door behind her.

It was a short drive to the railway station and in better weather she might walk there if not for her poor timekeeping. As she pulled into the car park, she saw her train arriving and leaped from the vehicle, carrying her inappropriate shoes to enable her to run. The ticket master saw her coming and held the gate open, knowing that she travelled this way daily and was usually the last to arrive. He smiled warmly as she sped by, holding up her pass though at this speed it was impossible to accurately examine. She sprinted up and over the bridge to platform two, empty now but for the guard who studiously examined his watch. He nodded to Beth as one might greet a friend and pressed the button to open the carriage door for her. Beth leaped into crowded train and vanished amongst the throng of grey suited business men and women. Her skin was shimmering from her exertion and her breasts were swelling against the thin fabric of her dress with each heavy breath.

A buzzer sounded to inform passengers that the doors were closing and that the journey was about to begin. There were never seats available at this hour in the morning and very little standing room, but Beth could see an unoccupied leather strap hanging from the ceiling close by but she lost her footing as the train stuttered forward, sending her careering into the sea of bodies. She clumsily righted herself and found the strap, stretching and slipping one hand through its loop; carriages, it seemed, were not designed for those of her height. Beth was surrounded by men and women, bumping and jostling to the motion of the train, bodies pressing against her from all sides and she reached down whilst bending her knee to first put on one shoe and then the other. The heels gave her an extra three inches, enabling her to more comfortably maintain her grip on her leather hand hold. There was a woman to her side and directly before her a man whose smoking habit hung on his rancid breath and Beth turned around, coming face to face with an attractive looking young man with an adorable smile. Their eyes met, as indeed did their hips, and they smiled at each other in apology.

The available space was minimal and passengers rattled and knocked together with the slightest encouragement from the uneven tracks and points. The train slowed and stopped and Beth found herself using the man before her to steady herself, her body pressing firmly against his. The doors opened and a second wave of commuters entered the carriage so that those already standing were pressed together like sardines, unable to move. Beth stood with her legs together, her feet between those of her chosen fellow traveller and their bodies were forced together, her breasts flattened to his ribcage and her flat, toned stomach tight against his crotch. The train began to move and Beth's body moved against his to the rhythm of the wheels and his increasing excitement grew steadily against her belly.

The dress hugged her body and she wore no bra so that every bump and bulge in his clothing was evident to her. She could feel the buttons on his open jacket, hard and sharp upon her ribs and the wallet enclosed within his inside pocket firm upon her breast. His heavy belt was abrasive against her lowest ribs and upon her belly immediately below, she enjoyed the warm throbbing feel of his growing arousal. She caught his gaze and held it, her face expressionless and she glowed inwardly on seeing him blushing and casting his eyes to the side. Were he able, he'd have surely turned away, she was sure, but the carriage was overflowing so that bodies were held fast and immovable. Whist the man seemed conflicted, Beth stood watching calmly, observing his changing expression as the movement of the train gently rocked their bodies together and massaged the ever growing passion within his pants. His excitement, she determined, became desperation as he feared that he'd not be able to control his passion and Beth could feel her own excitement building and her nipples became hard and erect. She could feel the man's mint scented breath on her cheek and inhaled the musky aftershave that he wore.

As they approached the city the train slowed and hit a set of complex points that merged several tracks and split them into routes north and south of the river and Beth shuddered as their bodies moved against each other like lovers. She could feel her own arousal moist within her cotton panties and she closed her eyes to focus on the growth that pushed against her stomach. Images and evil thoughts flooded her mind and as the journey continued at a snail's pace. Beth imagined them together in bed, in the woods, in the back of a car or a crowded train carriage, rutting like animals and howling like banshees. Clearly, she thought, judging by his involuntary reaction this man was of a similar mind and for a wicked moment she considered proposing they alight together. But, she reminded herself, she was married and loved her husband and so she said nothing and instead took upon herself the guilty pleasures afforded by such, intimate and innocent contact. She moved her foot so that her leg rested against his inner thigh, her eyes locked onto his to judge any reaction. The train juddered once more as though at her unspoken command and she brought up her hand to steady herself by resting it upon his waist. She felt that she should speak, apologise, but the occasion seemed not to warrant it and instead she simply enjoyed the moment, feeling her desire, her dormant needs and wants stirring deep within her.

The rocking of the train was like the rhythm of lovers moving together and her legs were trembling with excitement. Their lips were so close that she could easily reach up and kiss him, but the exquisite torment of her denial was more stirring than any kiss. No one would have seen if she reached down to feel his erection; within the crowded carriage no one would notice, even if she released it, but the feel of his cock on her belly was more exciting than she could have imagined. Beth's breath became ragged and deep and she closed her eyes, the motion of the train stimulating her senses as surely as they stimulated his. Her lips parted a fraction and she exhaled so that her hot breath caressed his lips and a gentle purr escaped her throat as she came softly and silently. It was not an orgasm of great intensity as one reads about in erotic stories, but rather it was the slow escape of pent up frustration. At last she opened her eyes and glanced out of the window. It was her stop and a perfect ending to her jpourney. A few of her companions were also alighting here and the pressure holding them together slackened. Beth smiled and turned away, easing herself through the maze of bodies and stepped out onto the platform, walking away without glancing back.

Beth worked poorly that day, her mind elsewhere; the guilt and shame of what had occurred that morning foremost in her thoughts. She finished work early and took a train home well before the evening rush, perhaps to avoid a reoccurrence. At home she stood long before the full length mirror in her bedroom and practiced her confession for her husband. She showered and rather than change into casual clothes, as she usually would, she held up the dress and inhaled her own desire, that although did not stain the fabric, seemed to be infused into the weave. She pulled on the garment and went to the living room to wait for her husband's return.

She heard a car outside, its engine roared and died and a door thudded. Beth stilled herself and took a deep breath. She knew that she would confess everything, even the silent orgasm she had experienced, but perhaps not right now. Keys jangled in the lock and the front door opened. Beth was waiting only a yard or two away and her husband, the stranger from the train, stepped inside. She went to him and put her arms about his neck and kissed him as she had longed to do in the carriage and when their lips finally parted she looked into his eyes with a hunger she had not felt in such a long time. "Fuck me." She breathed.