Milton Keynes Railway station has little character, it lacks soul. Few got off the Virgin 11.20 Euston to Glasgow train, and even less got on. The carriage that Dan was sitting in was only quarter full, so he was surprised when a stunning girl sat directly opposite him.
He had watched her walk down the aisle with interest. He found all attractive females interesting. Some of the other male passengers turned to admire the sway of her hips as she passed them. She was long legged with a charcoal, mid-thigh length skirt. There was a matching jacket over a white blouse. Dark nylons covered her shapely legs and sensible shoes completed her attire. She look business like. Red-brown hair in a fly-away style framed a tanned face. He caught a glimpse of dangly ear rings.
She placed a monogrammed briefcase against the side under the window. Dan had to move his feet to make room for hers. He thought, with some annoyance, it was a little inconsiderate of her when there was plenty of room in other parts of the carriage. Nevertheless he exchanged smiles with her when they made eye contact. Her lips were juicy and kissable, an image of them being wrapped round his cock lingered in his mind. Her nose a little too long but her eyes were drowning brown. God she was deliciously fuckable!
She gazed out of the window as the Virgin train pulled smoothly out of the station, absentmindedly fiddling with a blouse button which she eventually unfastened. She repeated the manoeuvre with the next button; and then the next His eyes were delighted. She wore no bra and a generous amount of titillating cleavage was displayed to him. She opened a magazine and then did a strange thing; she slid forward in her seat so she was in a slumped and uncomfortable looking position. Her skirt rode up exposing even more of her lovely legs. He was enjoying her presence and hope she didn't reach her destination too soon.
Dan estimated she was about half his age, young enough to be a daughter. She placed a foot on her briefcase, elevating one knee. He could see up her skirt. There was creamy tanned flesh between her stocking tops and dark coloured thong. He glanced at her face; she was looking at her magazine, but she wasn't scanning the pages; her eyes weren't moving. Dan looked up her skirt again and saw that her knees had parted slightly. He almost gasped; it wasn't a thong he was looking at but her pubic hair. Her knees continued to part slowly; so very slowly. A tent appeared in his slacks as his penis stiffened. He made no attempt to hide it; the slut had the right to know her teasing was having an effect.
Dan watched her labia lips, with its sprinkling of dark hair, slowly opening like a flower, exposing the dewy, pink inner lips. He admired her clitoris hood and then a glimpse of the dark, mysterious entrance to her moist vagina. 'Please God,' thought Dan, 'don't let her get off before Lancaster. Please don't let anyone sit were it might affect her modesty. Please, please let this vision tantalise my eyes for the rest of the trip.' Nobody was listening. A door behind him hissed open and a voice said, "Tickets from Milton Keynes please."
Her knees clamped together rapidly hiding her charismatic darling from Dan's hungry eyes. A ticket appeared in her hand which she handed to the man with a sweet smile; he glanced at it and moved on, he glanced back and raised an eyebrow when he caught Dan's eye. Dan returned his attention to his travelling companion and saw her eyes flick to his erection before returning to her magazine. She had a little smile twitching at the corners of her kissable lips. Once more her thighs parted opening her labia like a blossom; a dewy blossom.
Dan was flattered; she had to walk past a couple of younger and better looking men before she sat opposite him. He glanced up at her. She wasn't quick enough returning her own eyes to the magazine; she had been watching him enjoying the view of her pretty vulva. He returned his eyes to her glorious pink cleft. In his mind's eye, Dan was just squeezing his cock into paradise when she turned the magazine and held it up. It covered the bottom half of her face; her twinkling eyes peered over. She looked him in the eye steadily. The picture she was showing him was a two-page spread of food.
"See anything that takes your fancy?" Her voice was light and full of humour. And decidedly upper crust. No doubt the result of an expensive education at a private school, followed by finishing school, where she would be taught how to add a zero to daddy's generous allowance cheques, avoid getting pregnant and keep her lovers a secret from a well-heeled husband. He almost laughed out loud at her innuendo.
Dan decided to join in. He took a lingering look at her body before reconnecting with her eyes," It all looks very tasty." He was glad he missed his intended train by five minutes.
The corners of her eyes crinkled as she smiled behind the mag. "You're not averse to trying something fresh I take it?" Her face coloured a little. She was a little gem in Dan's book.
What had she meant by 'fresh'? Young like her or had she spotted his wedding ring and wanted a break from his wife? "Fresh is my favourite," he replied, "I try to have fresh as often as possible. sweet and fresh." The train was running around a curve.