Love on a Train
Part 1
Lesley stepped on to the train and made her way down the corridor to an empty compartment. There didn't seem to be many passengers that night. She closed the sliding door and sat down. It was quite warm in the compartment and she took off her coat. There was the sound of a whistle and the train lurched forward and crawled out of the station, slowly gathering speed. Lesley watched through the window as a panorama of street lights, bridges, fences, brick walls and back gardens flashed past, eventually giving way to the blackness of the countryside. She glanced down at her skirt, wondering if she should have worn a longer one for the meeting with her boss. It was black, and very short. She was wearing black stockings, with suspenders. Lesley was feeling very relaxed from the three glasses of wine she had drunk at the hotel. Still feeling warm, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white silk blouse, pulling it open, revealing the tops of her small, beautifully-shaped breasts. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, not noticing that her skirt had slipped up a little and was showing the lower edge of her stocking-tops. Lesley suddenly had a strange feeling that someone was looking at her. She opened her eyes and looked up. Outside in the corridor were two teenage boys, staring at her, open-mouthed. One was very boyish-looking and cute with brown hair down to his collar, and the other had much longer blonde hair, a pretty boy; he looked a bit like a girl. They realized that Lesley had seen them and they glanced at each other and hurried on past. Lesley looked down and realized that her skirt had slipped up even higher, showing her stocking-tops and a little bare thigh above them. She smiled to herself. No wonder the boys had been staring at her. She felt quite pleased that they found her attractive and sexy, even though she was thirty-two. The train rattled on through the night. It was eleven-thirty and it was going to be a long journey. Lesley's mind went back to the meeting at the hotel with her boss, Elaine. Elaine was older, forty something, but looked fantastic for her age. She was slim and pretty, with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very sexy mouth, Lesley thought. Elaine had offered to put Lesley up at her apartment for the night, to avoid the long train journey back to London. "You can sleep on the couch," she had said. Lesley was sorry she had turned the offer down. She liked Elaine a lot, she had worked for her for two years now. She knew Elaine liked her too. She trusted her and confided in her. They had a lot in common as they were both divorced and lived alone. Elaine had recently started going out with a man, much younger than herself, but he had not moved in with her. There were rumours that she liked girls. Lesley sometimes found herself attracted to other women, though she had never actually done anything about it. She thought that if she ever had sex with a woman she would like it to be Elaine. She often wondered what it would be like to kiss that sexy mouth of hers. After a while Lesley realized she needed to pee, probably because of all the wine she had drunk. She grabbed her purse, slid the door open and made her way down the corridor, past three or four empty compartments. One of them was not empty. She recognized the two boys who had looked in at her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. They were kissing. The pretty blonde boy had his shirt wide open all the way down the front and the dark-haired boy was kissing him on the lips. They hadn't seen Lesley and she stood transfixed, watching them. They were kissing tenderly, sweetly, almost like girls, their eyes closed, their arms around each other. The dark boy slipped his hand under the blonde boy's shirt and started stroking his bare chest as they kissed. Lesley found the scene very erotic. She had never seen boys kissing before. She felt herself getting strangely excited. After a while the boys stopped kissing and the blonde boy looked up and saw Lesley. He sat back in his seat and looked at her, his mouth open. Lesley thought he looked so pretty, his lips parted, wet from kissing, and his shirt wide open. His chest was beautifully smooth and hairless. The dark-haired boy turned round and saw Lesley watching. They both stared at her for a few seconds, then Lesley came out of her trance and moved quickly on to the Ladies' toilet. She lifted her skirt and slipped her panties down over her stocking-tops, and sat on the toilet, beset by weird feelings. Boys kissing. It was such a lovely sight. She wondered what they thought of her, a woman, watching them kiss. She was starting to get quite horny. She finished peeing and fished around in her purse for some Kleenex, and taking a couple of sheets she wiped her pussy. She sat there thinking about the boys, her hand still between her thighs. She started stroking her pussy, lightly running her fingers up and down the moist lips. Pretty boys kissing. She wondered what else they might have been doing. She felt her pussy getting wet. She couldn't stay here. She pulled her panties up and smoothed down her skirt. Pulling the flush, she stepped out of the toilet, and made her way back to her compartment. On the way back she glanced curiously into the boys' compartment. They were sitting side by side, both looking at a magazine. There was a picture of a beautiful redheaded girl on the cover. She was wearing black stockings and suspenders and nothing else. It was a porn magazine. The two boys looked up at Lesley as she went past. She paused briefly and gave them a knowing smile and a little wave. They smiled back nervously. She thought they were very cute, especially the blonde-haired one. Lesley made her way back to her compartment and sat down. She felt a rush of strange feelings. She wondered how old they were, probably about sixteen. Looking at naughty pictures of girls together and getting turned on! Fairly normal for teenage boys, she thought, smiling to herself. Lesley was not averse to watching the occasional porn film herself, alone in her apartment. But watching boys kissing was something new to her, exciting and lovely. She couldn't stop thinking about them. Lesley looked out of the window. Lights and buildings were starting to appear, and the train was pulling into a station. There was a squeak of brakes and the train stopped. The station was deserted except for a young man sitting on a platform bench, just outside Lesley's window. He obviously wasn't getting on this train. Lesley thought he was quite handsome and she stood up and went to the window. She unbuttoned another blouse button and stood there provocatively, with her pretty little breasts almost falling out of her blouse, fluffing up her hair. She wasn't sure if he could see her, but she got a perverted thrill out of having her blouse front open so wide. She felt extremely horny and she wanted to tease him. He was only a few feet away from her on the platform, but didn't seem to see her. Suddenly the train started moving, and just as it slowly pulled out, the young man looked up and saw Lesley in the window. He stood up and stared at her. Lesley looked back at him and slowly slipped her hand inside her blouse, cupping her breast, letting him see. He walked along the platform with the train, watching her in astonishment as she played with herself. Just before the train sped up and left the platform she pulled her blouse wide open and exposed her beautiful breasts completely to him. He stood there staring after her, slowly disappearing from view as the train went round a bend. I'm such a naughty girl, thought Lesley. I hope I turned him on. I think I did, she thought. Lesley went and sat down leaving her blouse wide open, her breasts exposed. She played with them, softly touching them and caressing them, running her fingertips over the pretty brown nipples, feeling how hard they were. She felt incredibly horny. She moved her hand downwards, pulled her skirt up, and felt her panties. They were wet where her pussy was. She started slowly rubbing herself through her panties, whilst feeling the soft little mounds of her exposed breasts with her other hand. She could feel the soft wet lips of her pussy under the silky black material of her panties. Feeling very daring, she put both hands under her skirt, took hold of her panties and slipped them down, over her stocking-tops, down her legs and over her shoes, letting them drop to the floor. Now she had nothing on under her skirt. She felt outrageously sexy, sitting there with no panties on. Concerned that someone might walk past and see her, Lesley fastened the bottom button of her blouse and pulled it together a little, so it was just covering her nipples. She picked up her panties and stuffed them in her handbag. Sitting back, she eased her skirt down over her stocking-tops. Her mind kept drifting back to the two boys in the compartment further down. She wondered what they were doing now. They were such cute, sexy boys, she thought. She would have given anything to watch them kissing again. Maybe they were looking at pictures of naked lesbians and getting erections. Lesley felt a warm, tingly sensation in her crotch. Her hand drifted down between her thighs. She pulled the hem of her skirt up slightly and felt the slinky nylon of her stocking-tops. Her fingers slid upwards over the top of her stocking to the beautiful smooth skin of her naked thigh. She stroked the insides of both her thighs really softly, feather-light. It was such a lovely sexy feeling. Lesley drifted off into sexual heaven as she gently played with herself. All of a sudden she glanced up and saw the dark-haired boy looking in at her through the glass door. He was watching her as she sat there, her skirt hiked up, her stocking-tops in full view, stroking her thighs. His cute little face was a picture. He couldn't believe it. Lesley moved her hands away from her thighs but she didn't quickly pull her skirt down. She let him look at her sexy stocking-tops for a second, then she slowly pulled it down. She looked at him and smiled. The boy stood mesmerized outside the door. Lesley leant over and slid it open. "Hi," she said, "can I help you?" She was leaning forward holding the door handle, her blouse front wide open. She noticed him staring down at the soft, round tops of her little breasts. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, you ought to close your blind," he said, gulping. "Where's your friend?" she asked, sitting back in her seat. "Joey's back in the compartment," he said, "he's reading." He was blushing. Lesley thought he looked adorable. "I'm Lesley," she said, extending her hand, "what's your name?" "Billy," he replied, taking her hand. She squeezed his hand gently before letting it slip slowly out of her own. "Come in and sit down for a bit," she said, "I'm all alone." "Are you sure it's OK?" he asked nervously. "Sure," Lesley replied, "Joey can live without you for a minute, can't he?" She thought of them kissing. Billy sat down on the seat opposite Lesley. He was wearing blue jeans and a pale blue T-shirt with short sleeves. He was a slightly-built boy and she admired his slender, smooth arms. "How long have you known Joey?" she asked. "About a year," he replied, "we're best friends." "I noticed that," Lesley said. Billy blushed again. He looks so cute when he blushes, she thought. "He's beautiful," she said. "You saw us kissing," he said shyly. "Yes," she said softly, "I thought you looked lovely." Billy looked into Lesley's eyes. "Really?" he said, "you like that?" "I never saw two boys kissing before," said Lesley. "I love kissing him, he's so pretty," he said honestly.
"It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen," she said, taking his hands in hers. "Honestly?" he said. "Yes," she replied, squeezing his hands gently, "it really turned me on." There was a sudden sharp double blast of a railway horn and the deafening roar of a train passing them in the opposite direction. They both looked out of the window to see lighted carriages flashing past rapidly. Then a return to darkness and relative quiet. Lesley looked back at Billy, to find him staring at her legs. "You looked really sexy just now," he said, "you know, with your skirt pulled up and everything." Lesley squeezed his hands again, then let go of them and leaned back, letting her skirt slip up her thighs. "I do feel sexy tonight," she said. She put her hands on her thighs and, keeping her knees together, she slid her skirt up so that her stockings-tops came into view. Billy stared at her sexy legs. "Do you like that?" she asked, looking at him seductively. Billy gulped and stared longingly at Lesley's pretty thighs. "Yes," he stammered. Lesley slipped her skirt back down. I'm such a tease, she thought. This poor sweet boy. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked. "Not right now," he replied. "But you like girls?" she said. "Yes," he said, timidly. "You must do. I saw the magazine you were looking at," she said, "it looked like a girlie magazine." Billy blushed again and gulped. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. "Did it get you excited?" said Lesley softly. "Yes," he said, watching her as she ran her hands slowly up her thighs, over her skirt. Lesley was getting very aroused. She leaned towards Billy, her pretty face close to his. "Why don't you tell Joey to come and join us," she said softly, "and bring the magazine." Billy looked at her, panic in his eyes. "Go on," said Lesley, "he must be feeling lonely. He is your best friend." "OK," said Billy and he got up and went out. Lesley rummaged in her purse and got out her compact and a tube of lipstick. She applied fresh lipstick, checking herself out in the little mirror. Not bad for thirty-two, she thought to herself. Putting the make-up back in her purse, she settled back in her seat and pulled her blouse apart a little to reveal more of her breasts, then fixed her skirt so that some stocking-top was showing. Five minutes went by and she wondered whether the boys would come back. She stared out into the night, thinking that maybe she had come on too strong and scared Billy off. She heard the door slide open and turned round. Billy came in, leading Joey by the hand. "Joey, this is Lesley," he said. He pulled Joey in and they both sat down together on the seat opposite her, still holding hands. Joey looked shyly at Lesley. He was clutching the rolled-up magazine. "Hello Lesley," he said. Lesley looked at him. At close quarters he was beautiful, with his soft golden wavy hair, down to his shoulders, big blue eyes with long eyelashes, and a pretty girlish mouth. She noticed his lips were red, almost as if he were wearing lipstick.She felt a sudden strong desire to kiss him, but restrained herself. "Joey, you're such a pretty boy," she said, overwhelmed. She glanced at the magazine in his hand. "Is that what you two were looking at?" she asked them. They looked at each other. "Can I see?" said Lesley. Joey handed her the magazine. She unrolled it and looked at the front cover. It was called "Stocking Fetish". There was the girl with red hair, naked except for her black stockings and suspenders. She had huge breasts. Implants, Lesley thought. The girl had her pubic hair shaved down to a thin line above her pussy. "Where did you get this?"asked Lesley, thumbing through the magazine. She came to a close-up picture of two pretty dark-haired girls, taken from the waist up, with nothing on. They had their arms around each other, their naked breasts pressed together, the nipples touching. They were kissing. Lesley felt herself getting quite turned on looking at the picture. "We got it from a shop in Manchester," said Billy, "a sex shop." She looked at the boys. They were still holding hands. She thought they looked adorable. Little boys in love. "You're such naughty little boys," she said. She flipped over another page. Another girl, sitting on a bar stool, with red stockings on and red panties, and a red blouse open at the front, showing her breasts, which were small but beautifully shaped. Her tits are like mine, thought Lesley. The girl was drinking a cocktail, looking seductively at the camera. Lesley looked through the rest of the magazine. There were more girls with various coloured stockings on and little else. She found herself drawn to the pictures where there were two girls together, kissing or touching each other in intimate places. Then she came to the centre picture, spread over two pages. This picture gave her a wild, sexy thrill. There were two blonde girls, sitting up on a bed leaning back against huge fluffy pink pillows, again with nothing on except black stockings and suspenders. They both had small, nice-shaped breasts with pretty little nipples. Their long, slender legs were wide open, showing their vaginas in intimate detail. They had natural, soft, golden pubic hair, not shaved. Lesley liked that. On girl had her leg crossed over the other girl's and they had their hands on each other's pussies. They were kissing. One girl had her tongue in the other girl's mouth. It was extremely tastefully done. The girls were beautiful. Lesley found this picture incredibly erotic. She felt herself getting more and more aroused. She turned the magazine around to show the boys the picture. "I love this one," she said, "it's very well done." "Oh yes, we love that one too," said Billy, "it's the best one." "Do you like it when girls kiss each other?" she asked them, holding the magazine sideways so they could all look at the sexy picture. "It's really sexy," said Joey, "black stockings are great." "I love when two girls do all that stuff," said Billy. He wriggled in his seat a little. "So do I, it's really beautiful," said Lesley, staring at the picture and getting more and more turned on. "I love it when boys kiss too," she said softly, "that's really beautiful to me." She looked from one to the other intently. "It was such a turn-on watching you two kissing," she said. Lesley put the magazine down beside her and sat back in her seat. "I'd love to kiss a girl," she said, looking at the picture again, "they look like they're really enjoying it." She reached out and touched the picture, sliding a fingertip up one girl's nylon-clad thigh, up over her stocking-top. "You like black stockings, Billy?" she asked him. Billy nodded. "They're incredibly sexy," agreed Joey, staring at the picture. "Do you like mine?" said Lesley. She put her hands on her skirt and slid it upwards slowly, pulling it all the way up to the top of her slender, pretty legs, revealing her stocking-tops and a few inches of smooth, bare thigh above them. She felt such a naughty thrill, letting two young boys look at her in such an intimate way. Both boys let out a gasp. "You're really sexy," said Billy, his eyes riveted on Lesley's thighs, "you could be in that magazine." "You've got beautiful legs," said Joey. Lesley couldn't stand it, she was so horny. She let her legs fall open just a little. She knew that Billy must be able to see up between her thighs. And she wasn't wearing any panties. Billy stared at her, gulping.
To be continued... if you like it! Please email me at anneboleyn69@yahoo.com