Chapter 06: The Train Trip
This was the last thing I needed on a Saturday night, or should I say Sunday morning, I usually go to Glasgow on a Thursday and come back Friday but this client could only view the house on the Sunday afternoon. I had been invited to a friends party tonight and really didn't want to miss it so I am now travelling on the milk train, north, half a dozen stops and then non stop all the way at a 'tremendous' 70 mph, well that's modern Britain for you.
The party went well, I met lots of old friends, and a few new ones, all the girls had come to the station to see me off, so here I was chugging along in a train, dressed for a party, I did get a few strange looks at the station, well lets face it you don't usually travel at one in the morning in a print split micro skirt, especially if it showed your suspenders and stockings, and then of course there was the matching print off the shoulder top, that if you sneezed would put your boobs into the public domain, not that it actually covered anything anyway, but then, that was how I liked it. Still I would have plenty of time to sleep, or so I thought.
I was in one of those old corridor carriages that had a door one side to the outside and a corridor on the other side. I was sitting in a corner of the carriage, eye's closed but not sleeping, I think the excitement of the party was still with me, or maybe it was a couple of the guy's I met, that I wished were still with me, anyway people had got in the carriage and got off, some of the men sneaking a quick peek thinking I was asleep, I was used to this as I travelled by train a lot these days, and actually encouraged it with the clothes I wore, not usually this revealing but hell who cares.
We had done most of the stops when three young guy's, 19 or 20 years old, dressed in football shorts and shirts, got in the carriage, crashing and banging, laughing and joking, I stayed silent, eye's half shut, hands in my lap, they were talking about the match they had been to and the drink's they had afterwards, that's why they were travelling so late back to Scotland. At last the final stop before the long run to my destination, still several hours away.
The three guy's had quietened down a little now, suddenly the sliding door opened and the ticket inspector asked for our tickets, I got mine out of my bag and along with the others handed it to him he stamped it and gave them back, "Goodnight all." he said, and was gone.
I settled back down, leaning my head in a corner I closed my eyes and 'dozed.' After a while I could hear them whispering about whether I was asleep or not, about what I was wearing, the flesh above my stockings which was clearly visible, sniggers, and wishes.
I granted them a wish, I moved slightly downwards, my skirt rose a little and the sleeves of my top dropped down my arms which meant that my boobs and my pussy were almost completely visible, but not quite. I was breathing through my nose, so it sounded like I was snoring.
"Go on" I heard one of them say and then a shuffling on the floor, a brush against my foot, I moved slightly, bending one leg, spreading my legs a little further. I felt the skirt drop into the gap and knew they could now see all of one leg up to the hip, they were murmuring again, shuffling sound's on the floor, I felt my skirt lift slightly and the lifter gasp and scramble to sit back on the seat.
"Nothing," he whispered, "she ain't got nothing on"
