Louise stood on the platform. Her train was late again for the third time that week. She has started working at the hospital after recently qualifying as an Ultrasound Specialist and she loved her new role. The days were long but rewarding. The evening as a little cool but still enough heat left in the air following the warm summer day that had just finished. Her pale blue light jacket around her shoulders partly covering the crisp whiteness of her medical uniform. The dress was standard issue but Louise had selected a size smaller than she would normally. Her non strict diet had helped her loose a couple of pounds but she knew her body was in good shape. The slightly undersized outfit hugged her hips and the swell of her breasts beautify accentuating her curves and highlighted her narrow waist. The fastenings up the front held the garment together securely apart from the top and bottom buttons that she had undone in the cloakroom as she relaxed at the shift change.
The train station was very quiet. The late shift meant she had to take the last train home but at least she would get a seat. The only other people on the platform were an elderly couple with suitcases talking to a porter at the far end. Two minutes to wait. She wiggled her toes in her heeled court shoes. Not totally hospital policy but the three inch red patent stilettos gave her petite body that little extra height she liked. She looked at her nails checking that the French manicure she had treated herself to the previous day was still intact and she smiled to herself as she examined her feminine fingers.
The station PA system interrupted her thoughts as it announced the imminent arrival of the train that would convey you home. Moments later, lumbering tons of steel swept into the station, its wheels squealing as the brakes were applied. The previously still air was whipped into a turbulent wind as the engine passed where she stood, blowing her hair across her face.
Louise picked up her small handbag and moved to the nearest door just as the train stopped and the double doors hissed open. She stepped back to allow a young couple to jump of the train and watched as they stumbled arm in arm towards the exit. Smiling at their public affection she boarded the train. The carriage had groups of seats, thee in a row and grouped in fours, two pairs facing each other with a central isle. The compartment was empty apart from one guy seated against a window his eyes closed, apparently asleep. She chose a seat on the other side of the passage way but in the same section and facing him.
She settled into her place. Shrugging her jacket off her shoulders, arching her back in the process. Her breasts pushed out against the fabric of her dress testing the security of the fastenings.
As the doors began to close another man entered the carriage stepping through the gap just in time. Louise looked up and studied the new arrival. He was tall with a reasonable physique He wore a dark grey suit with a white shirts and navy tie. He looked towards the empty rear of the compartment and then turned look to the front. Their eyes met and for some reason she could not look away. His blue eyes sparked and the corner of his mouth edged with the smallest of smiles. The train lurched as it pulled away. The suited man held onto the backs of the seats and he walked to take his seat directly opposite Louise. Their eyes met again and this time he nodded in acknowledgement and gave her a bigger smile, before taking out his mobile and began scrolling through the screens images.
Louise tried to look out of the window but the darkness behind the glass just made it an effective mirror. She studied the "Suit" opposite her. He was older than her but not much more with strong masculine features and a well-kept appearance.
In contrast the guy across the carriage was younger maybe early thirties and dressed for more manual labour, maybe construction, but his blue jeans and checked shirt were not too dirty. His hair was a bit too long and he wore a couple of day's stubble on his chin. Not really her type but still attractive in a rugged sort of way.
Louise lent her head against the glass. The long day and rocking of the train soon had her feeling drowsy. She began to doze, not a deep sleep but just on the edge where dreams could be found. Erotic thoughts crept into her brain and she began to have nice mental images of being touched and caressed and taken hard. Her body wanted to follow her thoughts. And in her mind she was naked on a larger bed writhing against white silk sheets...
The train horn blew for some unknown warning jetting her back to consciousness.
At first she was unsure of her situation but slowly it dawned on her.
As her dream filled her awakened memory she remembered her hands roaming her body. In fact she had subconsciously been acting out the same moves but on the commuter train! She had slid down in her seat her knees had spread a few inches apart causing another fastening on the skirt part of her dress to pop open and the hem of the skirt to raise to reveal the top of her shear lace hold up stocking. Her hand rested on her chest and she felt the curve of her breast against her own touch. Looking down she saw that more poppers were loose and the cups of her red lace bra were just on view.
She glanced over towards builder guy hoping he had not noticed but found him staring straight at her. A hungry look on his face and a lump clearly visible in his work trousers!
