Ticket To Ride

 The platform is not very crowded, I guess that this freaking virus has scared a lot of people from traveling, but I’d much prefer the train to an airplane. Just like everybody else, I sit scrolling idly on my mobile while waiting for the train to arrive. I know the trains usually are on time these days, but with my luck there was apparently some problem with the signals on the line going north and the train that was supposed to have left fifteen minutes ago still hasn't arrived at the platform. I put my phone down and stretch my arms over my head, leaning first to the left and then the right. I can feel rather than hear that cracking sound in my spine that tells me I’ve been sitting too long with the screen before me. I’m not going to lie, I have a tendency to get a bit lost in time when I scroll through all those social media… and I’m not even a child of the digital era. 

I twine my fingers behind my head and stretch out and that’s when I notice the young man standing a couple of meters away. He is staring at my breasts with a look on his face that tells me that he isn’t aware how obvious it is. I try not to smile - and I try not to look like I’ve noticed him looking at me as I sigh and trail my right hand down my neck and leave it just over my breast. A sneaky look tells me he hasn’t realised that I know, so I continue my little show. Oh, I am being borderline mean, I am very well aware - but I figure I take the opportunity to receive some appreciation when the occasion presents itself… and that’s just when the train decides to finally roll in at the platform. It was a little bit of fun while it lasted, I think to myself as I gather my things and walk to the carriage with my reserved seat. I always buy a ticket in the silent part of the train, where there will be no kids, no loud mobile conversations and where there is usually not a lot of people. Most folks seem to consider it one of the human rights to be able to talk loudly on the phone anywhere and everywhere - and all the time. It drives me crazy. 

Just like anticipated, this part of the train is almost empty. There’s a businessman in the corner by the door, he is sound asleep with sound cancelling headphones in his ears… and then it’s just me. I find myself a nice seat facing in the direction we’re going and I sit myself down.

The train starts rolling out of the station almost straight away, trying to make up for lost time I imagine - and that’s when the doors open behind me and I hear someone make their way in. I don’t even look up at first since I know that the only part of the train behind me is where the staff is, so I pick up my phone again to show the conductor my digital ticket. The uniformed man continues forward, I see his back disappearing into the next compartment of the train and then take out the magazines I’ve bought for the trip. 

I’ve gotten almost half way into the first of my magazines when the doors open again and the uniformed man returns. This time I lift my gaze and smile at him - and that’s when I realise that it is the young man from the platform. My smile widens and I notice he blushes slightly when he meets my eyes.

“Good evening ma’am” he says “would you like a cup of coffee or tea? It’s included in the ticket.

I tilt my head a bit and very quickly let my gaze take him in. He is rather good-looking, the young man and I’m sure he considers himself quite the charmer. That makes this even more fun, I think I might enjoy playing a bit of a game with him.

“Why thank you, I do think I would like a cup of tea. Do you have green tea?” 

“Ehm… no ma’am, there’s just regular Earl Grey or chamomile tea I think.”

I pout my lips a bit, making him see he’s disappointed me - then sigh and order a cup of Earl Grey. He nods eagerly and disappears into the little cabin where they keep whatever refreshments the company has chosen to offer. 

While he prepares the drink for me I unbuttons another button in my blouse and wiggle my bum a bit, causing my skirt to ride up a little bit more. Nothing indecent, but now it’s high enough to reveal a little bit of the lace on my stayups. My legs are crossed at the ankles, just like a lady.

He returns quickly with an actual cup of tea - not one of those horrid paper cups, but a proper porcelain cup with tea. His hand is trembling just a little when he hands me the hot drink and again I smile up at him. I lean forward a bit to take the cup and our fingers meet around the warm cup. I watch him closely and enjoy the fact that he looks a little bit flustered, he obviously would like to prolong the contact - but that would be weird, so he lets go… but still lingers at my place. 

“Are you very busy tonight?” I ask innocently. 

He shakes his head, no - this trip is not very busy, it’s just the pesky fact that the train is late that disturbs the peace. I ask him if he could possibly spare a couple of minutes and sit down to keep me company while I drink my Earl Grey. After all I do think he kind of owes me, since he couldn’t provide what I originally asked for… I lean forward and touch his hand very lightly as I say this and I am immediately rewarded with him blushing again. He looks around, at the businessman in the corner - he still seems to be fast asleep, he is even snoring very lightly. I can almost see how the thoughts are tumbling about in his head and I can clearly see when he makes up his mind to sit down and keep me company. 

He is surprisingly much fun to talk to, this young man, and I am having a good time while drinking my tea. This certainly beats ready those silly women's magazines. I’ve almost forgotten my devious plan to have a bit of a flirt when the businessman in the corner farts in his sleep. The sudden sound and the source of it is surprising and high enough to make us both jump - and since I was just about to take a sip of tea this is NOT a good thing. The remaining tea spills over my blouse soaking the whole front of my chest and a good part of my skirt as well. 

Unaware of the drama he’s caused the guy in the corner keeps snoring, while I look down on the now rather transparent blouse - and black tea is one of those stains that are a real bitch to get out of fabric once it has settled. 

“Fuck!” I exclaim and start unbuttoning the soaking wet garment. I wiggle out of the top, so I’m left wearing only the white lace bra, also with tea stains on it. “Can you get me a bucket of water?”

I look at the young man and he is frozen in place, he really does remind me of a deer in the headlights. He is staring at my breasts - and now I honestly cannot blame him. My boobs are freaking awesome and the tea has made my bra almost completely transparent too. 

“Hey! Water?” He jerks into action, jumping up and disappearing behind the curtain and quickly returns holding a square container with water. I stuff my stained blouse into the water trying to squeeze the tea out of the fabric the best I can. 

The poor guy stands helplessly and looks at me - but as I glance at him I notice a considerable bulge in his pants. In a flash I’ve forgotten about the annoyance and the spoiled garment, now those devious thoughts are back in my head and they are back with a vengeance. I take a step in his direction, making contact with his groin as I continue to work the wet blouse with my hands. Every time I press down into the water I arch my back, pushing my behind against him. He’s standing completely still, but I can feel his erection against me getting harder and harder every time I push back against him. He still doesn’t dare do anything, but he isn’t moving and I think it’s safe to say that he doesn’t mind terribly. 

I turn my head towards him and for a moment consider what I should do. 

“Do me a favour.” I say.

“Yes! Yes, what do you need?” 

“Reach in under my skirt and pull my panties down, won’t you?” 

He hesitates for a second before doing what he’s told. I step out of my underwear.

“Pick them up and stuff them into your pocket.”

He obediently does as he’s told. 

“Now pull down the zipper in your trousers and pull out your cock.”

I do think he’s gotten the hang of it now and he produces a wonderfully hard cock for me. I smile. 

“Now sit down.”

He sits down on the seat facing mine and his eyes are taking me in with an unbridled admiration. 

“These are the rules: you are not to touch me if I don’t tell you to. You can’t kiss me. You are to keep quiet. Do you understand and do you accept these rules?”

He nods so enthusiastic I almost worry his head will come off. 

“Excellent.” I put one knee on each side of him and feel the smooth hardness of that young cock against me. I grab hold of the back of his seat and slowly sink myself down, rotating my hips so his cock slides along my wet pussy. Rising a little bit, just to correct my aim and then I impale myself on that hard, beautiful cock, sinking down very slowly, rising up a bit and then continuing down, up… and down. He has been blessed with a rather large member this one and it takes me a bit of time to get him all the way inside me. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his hardness filling me up before I start fucking him. Every time I sink down my clit rubs against him and I don’t think I’m going to need very long before I cum.

“You may take off my bra and touch my breasts.” I tell him and let me tell you, this one seems to have had his practise to remove a bra - he is possibly even quicker than myself. His hands fondles my boobs almost reverently, like he can’t believe what’s happening… and honestly; who’s to blame him?

I can hear my own breathing becoming heavier, it feels so fucking good. As I open my eyes I lock gazes with the businessman in the corner. He is awake. Very awake. He is watching me fucking this young man and he is stroking his own cock in the same rhythm. He smiles at me and I smile back. Knowing he watches me turns me on even more and I’m not far from that orgasm now. I lean back a bit, putting my hands on the young man's knees, pushing my breasts up toward his face. He is obedient, you’ve got to give it to him. He doesn’t do anything unless I tell him to. I like it. My heavy breathing is turning into moans and the tingling is building inside me, I’m almost there. I look down at the young man whose cock I’m using and then over to the businessman. Their facial expression is very similar and I know that I’m not the only one who is enjoying this in a very, very physical way and I am looking straight into the businessman’s eyes when the orgasm hits me. I throw my head back and if they don’t hear me cumming all the way to the back of the train they must be deaf  - and I don’t care. 

The man in the corner groans and shoots his load over his briefcase. I smile at him. 

I look down on the young man I’ve been using.

“Do you want to cum over my tits?” I ask.

He nods. I rise to let his cock free and get down on my knees before him. He jerks off and within a couple of seconds he too shoots his white, warm seemen over my boobs. I run my fingers over my boobs, smearing it out before I reach for my bra and put it back on. I reach into my bag and produce a cardigan to put on. 

“Would it be possible to get another cup of tea?”