The 5:15 From Platform 4

Nada. Squat. Absolutely nothing.

Not even the slightest knowledge of it.

Of anything.

Then, complete darkness. A dense, inky darkness in which I drifted, little more than a disjointed collection of vague, indistinct thoughts.

Unnerving, to say the least. But it could be worse - it could be raining.

Or I could be dead.

Fuck, I hope I wasn't that.

Slowly but surely, however, my thoughts started to sharpen and consolidate as the darkness began to reverberate with a cacophony of babbling voices. Voices that grew ever more agitated and excited. Not angry or threatening, but anxious seeming. Anxious and concerned.

All of a sudden, a short, sharp shout cut through the hubbub:

'CLEAR!'

And I was blinded by a flash of brilliant white light.

When the brightness faded and I opened my eyes again, I was naked and laying on my back on a disheveled bed. If that wasn't strange or confusing enough, I was also clutching the large, soft breasts of an equally naked woman who was gasping and moaning and grinding away on top of me.

Oh, and I could feel again too. And taste.

She stammered out an expletive as I hungrily (and instinctively) slid my mouth, back and forth, from one stiff nipple to the other.

But what the actual fuck was going on?

And where the fuck was I?

And just who the fucking fuck was this gorgeous woman writhing away on top of me, with her lovely long, dirty blonde hair and her sparkling, emerald green eyes?

I moved my hands down to her waist as she bucked her hips faster, fucking us both inextricably towards what was almost certainly going to be a mind-blowing climax.

But then, just as she threw her head back and screwed her eyes shut tight, another loud shout of 'CLEAR!' echoed around the room, quickly followed by the searing glare of another intense, white light.

Fuck me.

It was like being hit in the face and chest with a 10-tonne sledgehammer.

This time, when the brightness waned and my vision cleared, I found that I was staring directly at the soft, creamy flesh of a delicious looking ass.

Her ass, as it turned out.

Still on the bed and still naked, she was now on her hands and knees, on top of the neatly spread out duvet, and I was kneeling behind her, grasping her buttocks, just about to bury my somewhat confused looking face between them.

I really didn't know what in the name of fuck was going on now.

Well, that's not strictly true - I had fair idea about what was going to happen next.

And it did.

Repeatedly.

Until she reached behind her and grabbed my head, swearing like a sailor and shaking like a shitting dog.

Still quivering, she swivelled round and made to get on top of me. Then, just as we were repositioning ourselves in a glorious tangle of arms, legs, tits, cock, ass and pussy, another loud shout of 'CLEAR!' thundered in my ears.

Really?

Again?

This was starting to seriously fuck me off.

Oh yeah, and I was blinded by that fucking bright light.

Again.

Now, when the light faded, I was standing by the side of the bed - the very same bed we were just kneeling on. And I was no longer naked. Neither of us were.

Well, not entirely.

The plaid shirt I wore was undone and my jeans and boxers were pulled down around my ankles, and she was perched on the edge of the mattress, topless and sucking me off.

And judging by the way my toes were curling she'd been doing so for quite some time.

Fuck.

How could I possibly be dead?

Dead people didn't do what I was just about to.

And then that fucker shouted 'CLEAR!' again.

I tell you...if I ever got my hands on them.

As if things could get any more odd, I was still blinded by the light, even though I already had my eyes closed.

The bed had vanished, however, when I opened them again, and we were both in the middle of what looked like a comfortably furnished living room. Standing directly in front of me, she was unbuttoning my shirt and gazing into my eyes with a misty-eyed look of longing.

Although my mind still swirled with confusion, I was, at least, becoming accustomed to the unpredictability of it all. And, as it seemed as though there was little I could do to influence or change any of the things that were happening to me, I decided to take it all on the chin and try to enjoy the ride.

While it lasted.

It turns out that I'm nothing if not pragmatic.

Some surprise, in light of what I'd already experienced?

We leaned into one another and kissed as she slowly ran her hands over my bare chest. It was a long, deep, passionate kiss, the sort that would have hardened the resolve of even the most ardent stoic.

And it certainly hardened mine.

With our mouths still locked together, I took hold of the hem of her thick sweater and peeled it up over her naked breasts.

Fuck, she looked mouthwatering.

Then I lowered my mouth to one of her nipples and paused.

Given her quiet gasp, I suspect she thought I was teasing her, tantalising her - that I was simply delaying that first, wonderful moment when my lips would close over its long, stiff length - whereas I was, in fact, just waiting.

'CLEAR!'

Fucking knew it.

And then, of course, WHAMMO! And I was once again blinded by the brightness of a million fucking suns.

Now I found myself sitting in the passenger seat of the car she was driving. A car that was hurtling along a compact network of narrow, suburban roads at eye-watering speeds.

Perhaps I was going to die after all.

And she was telling me how she couldn't wait to get me home. How she'd never felt like this about someone. About anyone. How there was just something about me that drove her completely wild.

That irony wasn't lost on me as we sped past row after row of parked cars with only inches to spare.

When we eventually stopped, she leaned over, kissed me and told me to stay put whilst she went in and made the place respectable.

So I did.

I watched her get out of the car and make her way up the short path to the front door of the house we'd parked outside. And she looked gorgeous. Really fucking sexy. Especially her lovely round ass, wiggling away in those skin tight jeans...

Ah, bollocks.

'CLEAR!'

Jeez, now I was lying in a hospital bed with her sitting in a chair by the side of me. And I felt like shit. She was holding my hand and telling me how I could come and stay with her, if I didn't have anywhere to go.

Which, by all accounts, I didn't.

She said she felt so incredibly drawn to me, after what I'd been through - what we'd both been through - that there was a strong, irresistible connection between us that she just couldn't possibly ignore.

And, I have to admit, I felt it too.

She made it so easy.

She was so vibrant, so bright, so full of life. And so incredibly fucking hot.

Really fucking hot.

'CLEAR!'

'Nothing. No output.'

'Keep going, I'm not calling it yet. I'm not losing him. Not now.'

'Still nothing.'

'KEEP GOING.'

'Charging.'

'CLEAR!'

'Wait...hang on...'

'YES...we've got something.'

'He's back.'

I opened my eyes and found myself laying on a gurney, in what was obviously some kind of emergency room, surrounded by half a dozen smiling faces.

Six smiling and very relieved looking faces.

I glanced down at the array of tubes and wires hanging off me and then across to the bank of buzzing and beeping machinery beside me.

Then a soft hand gently touched my cheek.

'I thought I'd lost you.'

I looked up at the sweaty tangle of dirty blonde hair framing the gorgeous, grinning face that stared down at me.

She looked exhausted and had dried blood all down the front of her scrubs.

And then I looked into her eyes.

Her lovely, sparkling, emerald green eyes.

And a wonderful feeling of calm washed over me.

And I grinned back.

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Thanks to Brian for his rapid and unfussy proofing.