Reflections in Carriage 4 - Lily #2

Following on from "The Woman In Carriage 4" which introduced Lily.

The carriage lights flickered softly, rain lashing down against the windows. The train was slowly moving between stations, and carriage 4 carried only a very few passengers.

It was a late train, passengers in a sleepy haze, and Lily was already seated by the window when Sasha boarded. Lily's dress was short as usual, and her long naked legs crossed over each other.

Sasha worked her way along the aisle looking for somewhere to sit, looking weary from the day's events.

Tight-shouldered, her red curly hair fell over her shoulders. She was carrying her handbag close to her chest, protectively, like she was about to lose it.

Lily watched and, as she approached, caught Sasha's eye as she sat down opposite her, exhaling a sigh from what must have been a long day.

It was a four-seater, two chairs facing each other, and Lily was travelling backwards. She always preferred that; many preferred to be forward-facing.

Lily cleared her throat; she didn't smile immediately -- just let the silence stretch a bit further.

Then: "I like your earrings," she said softly.

Sasha's eyes flickered to Lily, then down. "Oh... thanks," she answered softly, then raised her hand as if to smooth her hair. "I barely noticed I was wearing them".

"Delicate," Lily said. "But bold."

Sasha's cheeks reddened. She looked away, swallowing. Lily leaned back, letting the skirt ride again, the flicker of lace catching Sasha's unconscious attention.

She watched as Sasha's breath shortened.

Lily leaned forward slightly. "I'm Lily."

"Sasha," came the reply. Her voice was faint but steady.

They spoke sparingly--about art, the commute, the day's events. Each note of their speech was soft.

Lily's hand moved lightly as she spoke, nothing distracting. But everything was staged.

In response, Sasha ran a fingertip across her lip as if tasting the air.

Lily noticed and leaned a fraction closer to Sasha --too little to be intimate, but enough to let Sasha feel the shift.

When Lily recrossed her legs again, Sasha's gaze drifted lower.

Lily held Sasha's eyes a moment longer to make a subtle point of her interest.

They paused, and Lily seated herself upright.

"You look exhausted," she observed, voice quiet. "And I always find exhausted people interesting."

Sasha tilted her chin upward. "I've been pulled in too many directions today."

Lily nodded. "The world is loud and busy. Sometimes it takes someone quiet to see it properly."

Sasha's pulse jumped. She touched her neck, hair loosening.

Lily's next move was when she reached for her dress strap and pulled it down over her shoulder, making a point to scratch her shoulder but to expose her bra strap to Sasha to see how she would react.

Sasha noticed, eyes widened, glanced down, and quickened her breath. Her head turned, focusing on the shadow of herself in the glass of the window.

Lily continued, "Do you mind me saying, you're very beautiful"

Sasha blinked. "Thank you," she whispered back.

As the journey continued, other passengers drifted off, and Lily reached out to Sasha with her palms faced up, opening. Her action was causal but deliberate.

Sasha's breath filled her throat.

Sasha slowly placed her fingers on Lily's palm--a tentative contact.

Lily gripped slightly, guiding but not pushing.

Sasha's skin felt warm and fragile.

She looked at Lily's hand, then up at Lily's eyes. Floating tension lingered between them.

Sasha let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Lily offered a smile of reassurance.

"So soft," Sasha whispered, fingers staying pressed.

Lily's thumb brushed the edge of Sasha's palm gently. Silence intensified.

After a heartbeat, Sasha leaned forward.

Her eyes closed when she pressed a kiss lightly to Lily's knuckles.

When she pulled back, she glanced at Lily again--and Lily met her gaze, smiling.

The tension and intensity between them increased.

Sasha swallowed. Then lightly spoke, low and slow: "May I... kiss you?"

Lily nodded gently, wordlessly.

There was no rush.

Sasha placed her hands behind Lily's neck to pull her in with her.

Their mouths met in a slow, deliberate kiss.

No urgency--more need.

Sasha's knees brushed Lily's. Their dresses pressed briefly. Eyes closed, heat increasing.

Sasha's hands fell on Lily's knees, then slid up slowly and seductively, feeling the warm, silky skin on Lily's legs, then thighs as her hands slid further up her dress.

Lily slowly parted her legs, inviting Sasha to explore further. Their eyes locked as her fingertips reached the top of her thighs.

"Now what do you want to do?" Lily teased, smiling, inviting.

Sasha kissed Lily again, slow and deliberate, as Lily felt Sasha's hands slide inside her legs. Her breath quickened, her kiss more frantic as Sasha slipped her fingers beneath her underwear.

Sasha's fingers continued to explore, moving Lily's underwear to one side, feeling a wetness between her legs as she continued to touch.

She parted her legs further as Sasha slowly slipped a finger inside her.

Lily's eyes widened, shocked at Sasha's advancing nature as her own hands reached up to Sasha's dress strap and pulled them down to expose her bra in front of her, her breasts contained.

Lily gasped, "I need to see your breasts", as she reached and pulled the bra straps down and exposed Sasha's breasts, her nipples hard.

Sasha slid her hands back and licked her wet fingers from Lily seductively with her mouth, her lips sucking hard on her fingers.

"You taste good, Lily" Then, she took Lily's hands and placed them on her breasts, allowing her to cup them.

Lily felt the hard nipples press into the palms of her hands, her thumbs teasing the nipples as Sasha's breath was shallow.

"You like what you feel, Lily?"

"Oh yes, you surprise me, Sasha. You seemed so quiet, yet so bold, so daring to touch me like that".

"I made you wet, Lily, and that turned me on more. My pussy is wet, aching for you!" Sasha surprised herself with her reply.

A wry smile appeared on Lily's lips as she took Sasha and kissed her deep and passionately, their hands exploring further for the next few minutes, more frantic as their hands explored further.

Both of them were trying to identify and understand what each other enjoyed, listening to each other's breath as a guide.

The train bell rang out. Suddenly, the carriage was coming to its next stop.

Sasha's eyes flared. She exhaled. Concern showed in her eyes.

Lily pulled away, sat taller in her seat, and started to gather her things with gentle precision.

She leaned in, pressing her forehead to Sasha's softly, silently.

Sasha pulled back, searching Lily's face.

"Will I see you again?" she whispered.

"Maybe," Lily answered. Not certain.

Lily got up, and Sasha then stood, lingering.

Then she leaned forward and kissed Lily again--short, firmer, surer. Showing gratitude.

And then Lily turned toward the door.

Lily stood as the train opened.

Just a smile.

And stepped off.

Sasha watched until Lily vanished.

When the train moved again, Sasha remained seated--tingling breath, lingering heat, mind buzzing, but disappointment that their encounter came to a premature end.

Her legs parted as she slipped her fingers beneath her dress, no underwear, and started to close her eyes as she teased herself, fingering herself to a climax and a gentle moan was audible across the carriage.

Lily had offered presence and permission. Nothing promised.

She quietly hoped she would see Lily again.