Just a quickie I tossed off. Everyone is over 18
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Cold rain whipped at the platform, umbrellas held low almost like shields to protect the passengers who waited in the shifting lines to board the train cars. Elizabeth Reynolds, sandwiched between two large men tried to maintain some semblance of propriety but the surging crowd made it impossible not to crush her body up against the man in front of her while the man to her rear fought a valiant, but ultimately unsuccessful battle to keep from pressing his midsection into her curvaceous posterior. She might have felt some inkling of arousal if the weather were not so harsh and sudden. The late spring storm had whipped up out of nowhere, not an altogether unheard of occurrence in this part of the country, but the frigid temperatures and the amount of rain were completely astounding. Elizabeth's smart dress and overcoat were no match for the downpour and during the wait to board the train she found herself soaked almost completely through.
Another surge from behind and she felt the gentleman to her rear take hold of her waist to brace himself from toppling over her. Turning she gave him a tight smile and the handsome man, maybe a few years older than her thirty five, returned her silent lament with a sheepish shrug. Soon they found themselves inside the protective confines of the train car and Elizabeth wound her way to the cabin she had been assigned to. It was empty for the time and she pulled her coat off before sitting down heavily.
Her day at the bank had been long and tiring, as it always was for a branch manager. All day long she had been hounded by her subordinates for answers and directives. Sitting in the quiet car was the first true moment of peace she had felt in weeks. Closing her eyes she began to think of the weekend that was in store for her and the seeming ages that had passed since she had last seen Jacob. An older man, perhaps nearing the age of her own father if she dared allowed herself to gauge such similiarities, he was well established in his profession and was often sought out to provide insight for others who needed his keen mind. His powerful manner had taken her in under his sheltering affection and it was within his embrace that Elizabeth felt truly safe. For far too long she had been driven by her career that she had fallen into the trap of becoming the master in all of her relationships, so much so that the men she felt she should attract were driven from her and it left only a sea of sissy suitors that she detested. Then one night at a cocktail party Jacob had challenged her, defied her assumptions and had proven her wrong on more than one point. At first she was filled with humiliation and anger but he did not belittle her for her mistakes, in fact praised her for her willingness to take chances more timid men would never have dared.
It had seemed perfectly natural when Elizabeth had ended up in Jacob's bed. She was willing and pliable, yet with a streak of rebeliousness that intrigued her lover. His firm hand and insistent love making had made her remember the joys of being feminine. She had found the submissive part of her mind that had been begging to be released and at last Jacob had unlocked that part of her psyche she had quietly imprisoned in favor of her business success. It was with a smile that she traveled so many miles to return to him.
Thinking of Jacob she was reminded of his request this trip and she unzipped her hanging garment bag to pull out the outfit he had provided for her. It was a gray cotton skirt that would be very short on her womanly figure, a white blouse that buttoned in the front with an emblem sewn just under the left collar, a pair of white knee high socks and a pair of black patent leather shoes. When she had received the package in the post she was mildly amused and couldn't believe that Jacob was so taken by the most common of fantasies. Yet his instructions were plain and she was very careful to obey his wishes.
Gathering her clothing and her bag she made her way to the restroom to change. In the cramped confines she was barely able to move about and bumped her elbow and her legs against the walls more than once. Removing her soaking wet dress she used some paper towels to dry her body off but found that she could not dry her bra enough to prevent wet stains on the blouse. With a shrug she removed the bra and pulled the blouse over her shoulders and buttoned it up neatly. Looking at herself in the mirror she could see the faint outline of her areola and the slight protrusion of her stiffening nipple. The skirt and socks were easily pulled on and before she knew it Elizabeth could have been the star attraction of a very naughty day dream. Pulling her hair back into a ponytail she applied makeup in the styles she had seen young women apply and soon she was very much the epitome of wanton desire. Her eyes were alive with a sexual hunger that the younger women she was dressed like lacked. When at last her transformation was complete she took one last look and found that her panties were becoming damp at the thoughts of how Jacob would react when he laid eyes upon her.
Returning to her cabin she found two young men and a young woman sitting on the plush benches that faced each other. When they looked up at her Elizabeth watched as the college aged boys stared at her appraisingly, their hungry eyes devouring every inch of exposed flesh while their minds conjured up what she must look like where the clothes hid her skin from view. Immediately a blush crept up Elizabeth's cheek, she felt exposed and horribly silly. Here she was a middle thirties bank manager dressed in such a tart like fashion right in front of a young woman who was dutifully dressed in a nearly identical outfit. The young woman, a dark haired, paled skinned beauty with a fierce nose and rather haughty eyes, looked Elizabeth over with a fair amount of disbelief. A satisfied smirk settled upon the girls face as she came to the conclusion that Elizabeth was trying to achieve with deceit what this girl had by rights.
Sitting down upon the bench Elizabeth pulled her belongings tightly to her as she tried to hide beneath the garment bag and her pile of wet clothes. She looked about and saw that they were all from the same boarding school as the emblem on their jackets were the same. As her eyes darted between them not one spoke a word, the boys, as she thought of them, had wandering eyes that would scan over her legs and more whenever she wasn't looking directly at them. The girl finally huffed and rolled her eyes before she roughly pulled a book out of her bag and began to turn the pages noisily.
Elizabeth didn't know how long the boys worked her over with their eyes, not that she was frightened, but she was very much dressed for one activity and if not for the other girl she might not have stepped into this den of hungry wolves. At last her cell phone began ringing in her bag, a sound that for some reason was the beckoning call of salvation and she heard herself exhale loudly as she fumbled to answer it.
"Ms. Reynolds," she answered crisply, her anxiety fleeing as she gripped the cool piece of plastic and metal. "Oh, yes. Sorry Jacob," she said softly after a moment. "Of course. No, I was hoping you'd call." She sat with her back straight and her knees pressed tightly together to keep prying eyes from sliding up her skirt any further than they could already go. Her arms were pulled in tight, her elbows tucked into her tummy to try and cover as much of her chest as possible.
"I take it you are on the train," Jacob said, he could hear her discomfort and it amused him.
"Yes and when I arrive I think we should have a discussion about the travel arrangements," she hissed, looking up to find that the two young men had not relented in their staring. Liz looked to the girl for sympathy but was greeted with a glare.
"Tell me who is in the cabin with you," he said simply.
"Jacob," she said reproachfully, "I think it would be rude-".
"Tell me," he cut her off, his tone commanding.
