The Girl On The Train
A month-long holiday in Europe had seemed like such a good idea. Jamie was starting out in Holland, land of windmills and clogs... and unrestricted access to cannabis, a small fact he had neglected to bring to the attention of his parents before setting out. Now it was one in the morning, his plane had been delayed, and he was standing in a cold railway station under Schiphol Airport awaiting a train to Utrecht where he had a room. Not only was he cold and tired, but he had heard from a guy on the plane that Holland had clamped down on sales of drugs to non-Dutch people.
Aside from the random announcements which Jamie could not understand, the station was almost totally silent... so he was a little surprised when he heard footsteps on the concrete. He looked up to see a girl appearing from behind one of the concrete posts which held the airport's meeting area and shopping arcade over their heads. She had a lot of long, red-brown hair. Her body was largely hidden by a long, leather coat, but she was wearing shiny five-inch boots which gave her something of a dominant demeanor. She looked at Jamie as she passed, green eyes boring into him before flicking away as if dismissing him. She marched on down the platform, spike heels clicking, hips swaying with each step. Despite the dismissive look he had received, Jamie felt his cock harden.
The sound of the train arriving broke Jamie from his thoughts and he stood, walking forward to the edge of the platform. He waited for the doors to open and then climbed aboard, taking one look down the platform in the direction the girl had gone. There was no sign of her. He shrugged and found a seat where he could store his rucksack safely. He slumped into the seat, made sure his ticket was to hand in case an inspector came along and closed his eyes. Soon he was drifting, his mind filled with long legs in vinyl boots.
The sound of the carriage connecting door bursting open jarred him awake and he was automatically lifting the ticket he was still holding for inspection when his eyes focused and he spotted the girl in the leather coat standing in the doorway, looking at him. He blinked a couple of times and looked back at her, and then she seemed to make her mind up and walked toward him, slipping into the seat diagonally opposite in the block of four he had chosen to occupy. Her left boot brushed against the leg of his jeans as she sat down and once again Jamie felt his cock stiffen in response to her presence. She said nothing, simply sat watching him, her green eyes fixed on his face.
“Hi,” Jamie said. The only response he got was her eyes sliding down from his face to his feet, as if appraising him, and then rising to his face again. “I'm Jamie, pleased to meet you.” His second attempt at conversation was met with no more reaction than the first. He settled back into his seat and concluded that hot Dutch girls were unlikely to be interested in some guy who couldn't speak their language and was operating on a not terribly large budget. “Well, nice talking to you,” he said, and then he closed his eyes and began to drift a little once more.
He wasn't sure what brought him awake, but he found himself looking up at a ticket inspector. He handed over his ticket, got a dull smile in return and pushed the ticket into his jeans pocket before settling back. The girl was still there, her eyes still on him. He wondered if he should check his wallet.
He heard the inspector close the connecting door as he left the carriage and the girl began to move. Slowly, her hands rose to her coat and began to undo the buttons. As she reached the final one she pulled the coat aside and leaned back in her seat.
Under the coat, she was wearing a brocade-covered black satin corset and a leather skirt which did not cover a huge amount of her thighs. Lace-topped stockings were attached to the corset under the skirt. The stocking tops were quite visible, along with a strip of creamy thigh. Her breasts were large and filled the corset very effectively. Jamie's cock tried its best to burst out through his jeans.
She did nothing, said nothing. She just sat back in the train seat and watched him. Her legs began to sway from closed knees to open and back again. Jamie could hear her boots creaking slightly as the vinyl flexed. Aside from that, all he could hear was his heart hammering in his chest. Slowly, languorously, she stretched, knitting her fingers over her head and then stretching her arms upward until her spine cracked. The action pushed her breasts forward as her back arched and Jamie swallowed hard. She settled back, relaxing into her seat and spreading her legs. Her left knee rested against Jamie's thigh and stayed there, rubbing slightly as she shifted a little. She seemed in no hurry to remove it. Almost involuntarily, Jamie leaned forward a little and rested his hand on that stocking-clad knee, expecting a rebuke that did not come. She just watched him, her eyes shimmering with sparkling green highlights.
His hand moved from her knee up onto her thigh, slipping sideways to her inner thigh. Finally he got some reaction, the girl let out a tiny, soft gasp as his fingers scraped over her stocking. His hand slid upward, finding the lace and then soft flesh. As the tips of his fingers crossed the band of lace and contacted skin her eyes slid slowly closed and when they opened again, they were hooded and filled with lust. Jamie's fingers skittered across the skin of her inner thigh, reaching under the leather skirt. The girl whimpered slightly, her fists clenching and opening as he slowly moved his hand to her panties... Except his fingers touched the soft folds of her pussy lips rather than fabric. She was wearing nothing under the skirt, and she was very wet. With almost no effort, and less thought, Jamie slid a pair of fingers into her, watching her eyes as they widened with the intrusion.
Slowly, he curled his fingers and began to slide them in and out of her. She moaned and allowed her eyes to close, lying back in the seat and slumping forward to give him easier access. He moved, shifting left to sit between her spread legs, his left hand continuing to work in and out of her pussy while his right passed over it to begin massaging her clitoris. Her hands were now gripping the armrests of the seat tightly and her legs were braced, lifting her bottom off the seat cushion slightly. Another minute or two and her hips began to jerk involuntarily, pushing Jamie's fingers harder into her. Her eyes opened and she stared at him with a combination of intense lust and a hint of something like fear. Then her head rocked back and she was struggling to contain the cries of pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her.
As she relaxed, Jamie slid his hands out from her skirt, wondering what would happen now. The girl writhed in her seat, her hands sliding her coat from her shoulders. She smiled at him and reached out for the hand he had had inside her. Her mouth opened wide and she sucked his fingers in, cleaning off her juices. Her other hand landed on his cock, still covered by his jeans and shorts. He felt her undo the zip of his fly, and then the button of the waistband. She stood, taking his fingers out of her mouth, and he rose with her. There was a restroom cubicle close by, he started toward it.
Her hand on his chest stopped him. She shook her head and reached behind her own back. He heard a zip, and then she was dropping her skirt to the floor. She turned and planted her knees wide apart on the seat she had been sitting on. She dropped her arms over the back of the chair and bent forward, lifting her behind up for his approval.
“S-someone could come in,” Jamie said, except that his hands were already pushing his pants and shorts down his legs. She reached down with one hand, sliding a finger into her own pussy with a soft moan and then pulling it out. She licked the juices off her index finger while looking back at him, eyes glittering. He positioned himself behind her and slid his cock in. She was tight and almost physically hot; his cock felt wrapped in velvet. She moaned and pushed her hips back to meet him. He began to move inside her, his hands closing around her satin-wrapped waist as the sheer insanity of what he was doing overcame him and all he knew was that he wanted to cum inside this woman.
Her own orgasm did not seem to have diminished her lust. Jamie could feel her pushing her hips back as he stroked in. Her inner muscles were clenching and relaxing, and her arms were trembling as she held onto the back of the seat. It felt like seconds and hours all at the same time, but the sensation of orgasm building within Jamie finally erupted when he felt her muscles clamp down hard and her back arched, flicking her hair across his face as she came. He bit down on his own cries of pleasure this time, finally collapsing backwards into his seat.
Gasping for breath, Jamie watched as she pushed her skirt into her coat pocket, put the coat on and buttoned it, and headed for the carriage door she had come from. An announcement came over the tannoy and Jamie heard the word 'Utrecht' in amongst the Dutch. He pulled up his pants and struggled to get his bag down before running to the connecting door and into the next carriage. There was no sign of her.
The train pulled into Utrecht Station and Jamie got down onto the platform. He waited to see if the girl would follow him, but no one else seemed to leave the train before it left the station, and he saw no faces in the carriages as they went past. Alone again, but feeling rather better than he had done, Jamie headed into Utrecht to find out where he was staying.
