Mr Intercity was a train driver who had been doing his job for close to twenty years now. On the whole, he regarded his work as mundane, but when the shit hit the fan, he prided himself on his professionalism at resolving the situation. However, on this day, he was excited about doing his duty. He was working on a pleasant run out from London into the country. There was also in his mind a bonus to this situation in that o...

We arrived back at my house and Julia suggested we should take a shower. I watched as she undressed, her body was indeed perfect. She had a peachy ass, great legs, and amazing boobs. I drew my eyes to her tits, a perky pair with puffy pink nipples, each one pierced with a gold hoop. By now, the shower was lovely and hot and we both stepped in. “Come on, soap me up,” Julia commanded. I didn’t need to be asked twice as I ma...

It was a Friday evening around 7.30 pm. I'd just finished work and was looking forward to going home and drinking that nice bottle of Sancerre that was chilling in the fridge. I was making my way across the car park when I heard a female voice calling my name. Glancing around, I saw it was my new supervisor, Julia. What the fuck have I done now? I thought! I should explain that I work as a train driver, and it's very unus...