I settled into my seat in the first class section of the Eurostar and unpacked my MP3 player along with my book. I find that I get a lot of male attention, not all of it unwanted by any means, but sometimes I just like to be left alone and I find that by wearing the MP3 headphones men tend to leave me alone.
I decided that I had no immediate need for that particular ruse however, when I noticed the seat next to me was about to be occupied by a big, burly man dressed in smart trousers and blazer. He checked his seat allocation against his ticket, and satisfied that he'd made the right connection; he lowered his large frame down alongside me.
'Hi,' he grinned at me. I saw that he reddened slightly and found his slight embarrassment quite cute. 'I hope you've got room there,' he said, no doubt referring to his size and the amount of space he took up.
'I'm absolutely perfect,' I purred back at him in reply, treating him to what I hoped was a dazzling smile. He was quite handsome and I could feel my treacherous pussy juicing in spite of the relatively early hour.
Several more men in similar clothing to my neighbour began to appear, all looking for their own seats and causing some boisterous, good natured confusion as their banter passed back and forth along the carriage.
'Did you see that blonde piece sat next to Matt?' I overheard a non too silent whisper from a couple of seats in front.
'Oh yes!' came the reply. 'Lucky bastard.'
I suppressed a giggle at the less than subtle comment, and I noticed Matt, who I assumed was the hunk next to me, squirm a little in his seat and redden once again.
It appeared that Matt was the shy one. Oh goody, I thought to myself, I do like the shy ones. I turned slightly in my seat, making no effort to pull my shortening hemline lower as my skirt rode high up my thighs. 'So where are all you boys going then?' my opening gambit in trying to engage Matt in conversation.
'Paris,' was his reply. 'Rugby, ' he added as an afterthought.
'Really?' my response was enthusiastic.
'Yeah, we're playing tomorrow. Coming back on the train tomorrow night.' Matt was beginning to open up a little, but he was still hard work.
'My brother plays rugby.' I made up a fictitious sibling in an attempt to keep the reticent Matt talking. He really was quite dishy, tall, broad shouldered, and I could see his firm, muscular thighs were quite large and well developed under his neat trousers.
'Yeah?' Matt responded. 'What position?'
His question threw me slightly, me not having a clue about the game at all. 'Oh, I don't know about that,' I recovered, playing the silly, blonde female card. 'Perhaps you could explain how it all works,' I continued, giving him the perfect opportunity to engage me in conversation.
Matt explained the various complexities associated with his sport, most of which I managed to follow and rather surprised myself by becoming more than a little interested. We passed the remainder of the journey talking about this and that, Matt becoming quite talkative once we'd broken through his initial shyness.
The long train pulled into Paris Nord and Matt prepared to rejoin the rest of his friends as it slid to a stop. I could see he'd been building up to something for the last half an hour of the journey, and just before he left me he played his card. 'Er… would you like to come to the game?' he asked, another blush rising to his hairline.
'Oh, yes please,' I replied, really quite keen.
We exchanged mobile numbers and Matt scribbled down the name of the team they were playing and rough directions to the ground. I could see his mates crowding round him as the large group made their noisy way down the platform. No doubt pumping him for information about me, and telling him in lewd detail what they'd like to do to me.
Their coarseness was fine with me because the team was exactly what I wanted; roll on tomorrow.
I found the rugby ground with no problems at all. I asked one of the coaches if he could let Matt know I was at the ground and he assured me he would pass the information on.
It was only moments later that Matt clacked over to me, his studded boots marking his approach.
'Wow!' he grinned in appreciation. I was wearing my speciality leather mini skirt and a tiny pink cotton top. 'Nice to see you.' Matt bent forwards and kissed my cheek like a gent, but I saw his eyes running up and down my body before his lips touched my skin.
'You look pretty dishy yourself,' I said, blatantly ogling his thick thighs. 'God, you're quite a big one aren't you.' Matt was standing well over six feet in is boots, his large frame dwarfing my own diminutive figure. I took hold of Matt's face in my palms and kissed him on the lips, squirming my lithe body against him.
'You'd better go and play,' I said, breaking off the kiss. 'I will want to play after the game though,' I added as Matt stared at me in surprise after the kiss. 'Oh… and bring some friends too,' I added, turning from a now slack jawed Matt, treating him to the picture of my tight bottom as I walked away.
Matt's team won the game; I wonder if my words had anything to do with their performance? I walked calmly into the changing room a few moments after the players had left the pitch, timing my entrance to perfection as I saw naked and semi naked men all around.
'Wahay!!! The strippers arrived.' One of the men shouted at my appearance. He was joking of course, but I decided that he had hit the nail on the head.
'Would you like a stripper then boys?' I called. Silencing the room with my shout.
'Go on the darlin',' came a voice. 'Show us what you've got!'
I walked over to where Matt was standing. He was almost naked, dressed only in his shorts, my pussy was juicing madly with the excitement of my situation and the prospect of being fucked by these fit, virile men.
'Told you I wanted to play,' I teased. A huge roar went up as I kissed the half naked man in front of me. Then I turned and peeled my tiny top from my body. 'Fucking hell,' one of the players said when I unclipped my bra and offered my tight, pert tits to Matt.
