Chapter 1
I first noticed her as I waited on the station platform. She stood there in a black dress and jacket, flipping through a daily magazine as she too waited. The sun was blazing; it was July 1941, and I was on my way to London, back to GHQ Intelligence after a few days leave.
The mid-day sun cascaded around her shoulder length ash-blond hair, and that had caught my eye. She looked stunning, a vision of womanhood, and I wondered if she was spoken for. I hoped we were waiting for the same train so I could take the same carriage, and maybe strike up a conversation. I had managed to check out her left hand and noticed no wedding band.
The station guard blew his whistle announcing the train’s imminent arrival; this dragged my wandering mind back to my surroundings. Several troops were scattered about the platform, all returning from leave no doubt. Everyone moved back as the steam engine chugged its way into the station. The steam billowed from its spout and engulfed the platform for several seconds, as it screeched to a halt.
The doors opened, and a few passengers disembarked while others climbed aboard. I visually searched for the woman and saw her step onto the train, my luck was in, and smiled. The station echoed with slamming carriage doors, and then the whistle of the guard indicated to the train engineer everything was ready for the train to proceed.
I jerked back as the train pulled out of the station and had to grab hold of the rail to stop myself from falling. Once the train was chugging along at full steam, I moved along from carriage to carriage in search of that woman.
I felt the rattle of the cross tracks under my feet as I walked through the train, the beat of the steam engine sounding out its melodious rhythm, as people busied themselves with their newspapers or magazines. A few troopers stood in the passageways leaning out the windows having a smoke; others read letters from loved ones, all with full kit and rifle.
I myself, had chosen to travel in civilian attire as I found the constant necessity to return a salute annoying at best. The luxury of rank did have its privileges at times. I continued along the train and entered the first class coaches. I casually walked through checking each private compartment until I found her.
Sliding the door aside, I entered.
“Afternoon, mind if I share?” I asked, as I slung my case up onto the overhead rack.
She looked up from her magazine, I noticed her eyes are green, “Please do,” she answered and returned to the magazine.
I sat and reached into my inner jacket pocket to extract my orders. I read the first few lines but my attention was elsewhere, I kept glancing over at her. I suddenly felt a wakening urge in my groin. This woman was having an effect on me. She turned a page and in doing so moved one leg on top of the other, causing her dress to ride up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of stocking top.
She had beautiful slender legs, and the stocking top wrapped round her thigh became a real arousal. I shifted in my seat, trying to hide the uncomfortable bulge. She glanced up and caught me looking, which resulted in her tugging the hem of her dress down a little, but not quite enough.
The steady rock of the train was all that was needed to make her dress rise again. When suddenly, she placed her magazine aside, stood, turned around and stretched up to the rack. Her dress became taut over her shapely backside, my groin twitched with excitement as I soaked in the shape of her well rounded posterior. It took all my control to stop reaching out and fondling her.
She struggled with her case, the train lurched as it rumbled over a junction, and she fell back, landing in my lap. A whiff of her tantiating perfume instantly ravished my nostrils, a pleasant, alluring scent. I then distinctly felt her wriggle as she extracted her rump from my throbbing groin.
I smiled, she blushed slightly, obviously she has felt my erection pressing into her. She fanned her hand in front of her face as if flushed; I pretended to clear my throat with a few mumbled coughs.
“I…I do apologise…the train…” she attempted to explain.
“No, no, please don’t, it is not a problem,” I offered eagerly and added, “here; let me get that for you.”
I stood and reached for her case: I noticed her eyes staring at the rather obvious tent in my trousers. I pulled the case down and placed it on the seat, she sat next to it and I sat next to her. Being this close, I again smelt her heady perfume, which engorged my groin even further.
“Thank you, thank you so much,” she said with her back to me.
She rifled through the case a little and then closed it. She then wriggled back into her seat, her thighs brushing against mine, forcing her dress to ride high, bearing the top of her stocking and showing a red and pink garter above.
I forcibly dragged my stare from her stocking clad leg and looked up at her, she was looking at me. She didn’t remove her gaze, as we both looked into each other’s eyes.
No words were spoken, we just moved closer and our lips touched for the first time, the softness of her lipstick became tacky on my lips. We pressed together, our mouths opened and her tongue dived into my mouth, our tongues began a passionate dance, as my arms wrapped round her drawing her to me.
All thoughts of our whereabouts were lost in that first passionate embrace. My hand rested on her stocking top, rubbing her thigh. Her hand rubbed against the bulging of my pants, and still our tongues lapped each other in a dance of pleasure.
It was only when I heard a banging at the compartment’s door did we finally break, luckily it was only the tap of a soldier’s rifle as he walked by, but it was enough to bring us back to the reality of where we were.
We looked at each other. We both wanted it to happen, and both knew it was going to happen. Two strangers on a train, desperately desiring the ultimate in satisfaction, and we were going to have it no matter what.
I returned to stroking her leg, but the thought of someone looking in, or even entering had killed her ardour. She still wanted it to happen as did I, but not here, not so public.
She stood, pulled down her dress and straightened her jacket. “Follow me,” was all she said.
