Carriage Of Three - Lily #3

Get in contact with your comments and thoughts as Lily has her third encounter.

It was nearly midnight, and Lily sat by the window in her favourite seat in Carriage 4.

Rain streaked down the windows as the train stopped at the next station.

She was alone except for her reflection in the glass.

She was wearing her favourite blue dress, tight in the right places, and cleavage showing. The hem of the dress was high up her legs, and her pose, as always, was cross-legged, with her naked legs on display.

Her hair spilled over her shoulder, and her posture was deliberate -- elegant.

She was waiting for the night to unfold.

A couple boarded -- laughing softly, arms brushing in that language lovers share. The woman was small and striking, her black bob cut clean against her jaw, her eyeliner sharp, wearing a long dress.

The man was taller, confident in that relaxed, almost boyish way.

His hand touched her lower back as they stepped into the carriage.

They chose the seats opposite Lily, not quite noticing her at first.

But Lily noticed them.

She always noticed.

She looked up slowly, as if just now remembering to observe the world beyond the window, and her eyes landed on them -- first on the man, then the woman.

She smiled. Not wide. Just enough.

The couple settled, laughing still, then quieted when they saw Lily's gaze.

The woman tilted her head slightly.

The man gave a polite smile.

But Lily held eye contact a second longer than expected, then looked away -- as if she'd seen something worth seeing and was satisfied.

Already, the air had changed.

Lily pulled a book from her bag -- something unimportant -- and opened it without reading.

She leaned forward just enough for the boyfriend to sit up and notice. She didn't react. That was the point.

The girlfriend noticed too. Her smile faltered just a bit. Not jealousy. Curiosity.

Lily closed her book slowly, deliberately.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," she said, voice low.

The man shook his head. "No, not at all."

His girlfriend nodded, adding, "We were just talking nonsense."

"I like nonsense," Lily said. "It tells more truth than small talk."

The couple shared a glance -- amused, but unsure.

"I'm Lily," she offered.

The man smiled again. "Jake. And this is Maya."

"A pleasure," Lily said, eyes flicking from one to the other. "You make a beautiful couple."

Maya blushed slightly. Jake shifted, saying, "Thank you."

Lily let the silence fill the space.

Then: "Have you been together long?"

"A year and a half," Maya said.

Lily nodded as if she already knew. "You look comfortable. But not... finished."

Jake blinked. Maya tilted her head.

"What does that mean?" Maya asked.

Lily smiled, "It means you still wonder about other doors. That's not a flaw. That's human."

Neither of them responded immediately.

Then Jake said, "Do you?"

Lily's laugh was soft. "I don't close doors. Not if they interest me."

Her gaze lingered on Maya now, who seemed both intrigued and unsure and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

As the train rocked forward, Lily pulled her dress up a bit further and eased the shoulder straps down. The movement exposed her long legs still further and thighs on display, her breasts, full and teasing the couple in front of her.

She didn't flaunt -- she revealed.

Jake tried not to stare. Maya did stare.

They fell into quiet conversation again, but now every word was measured, every laugh thinner.

Lily simply sat, present.

Her fingertips traced the spine of her book. Her legs crossed and recrossed slowly; she noticed Jake staring.

Her perfume -- something warm and hard to name -- drifted toward them.

When she spoke again, it was to Maya.

"Has anyone ever tried to pull you into something unexpected?" she asked, voice softer.

Maya looked surprised. "Like what?"

"Like this," Lily said, tilting her head, "a train, a stranger, a moment you didn't plan for."

Jake looked at Maya, waiting.

"I don't know," Maya said. "I... wouldn't say no. But I think too much."

Their eyes met.

A few minutes later, Maya surprised herself and said, "So what would you do if someone wanted to be... seen?"

Lily's smile curled.

"I'd see them," she said. "And I'd let them see me."

Jake sat straighter, his hand on Maya's knee tightening slightly. Maya didn't move it.

Lily glanced at Jake now, her gaze unflinching.

"Are you the kind of man," she said softly, "who enjoys watching?"

Jake swallowed. Maya looked at him, no anger, no fear, just the tension of curiosity.

He didn't answer. He didn't need to.

Lily leaned back in her seat, her eyes never leaving theirs.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a silk ribbon.

Slowly, she tied her hair back, revealing the soft lines of her neck.

Then she sat perfectly still.

"Sometimes," she said, "I don't need to touch. I just need to be watched."

Maya's breath hitched. Jake's eyes were wide now, but he didn't look away.

The carriage remained empty except for them. The lights hummed. The rain traced its rhythm.

Then Lily stood, asked Jake to swap seats, which he duly did.

She crossed the small space between seats and sat next to Maya, who didn't flinch.

Lily leaned in, her lips near Maya's ear.

"I won't do anything you don't want," she whispered.

Maya looked at Jake, who gave her a quiet nod, not permission, not approval, but understanding.

Lily's hand rested gently on Maya's thigh. Nothing bold. Just weight. Connection.

And then she whispered again. "It's not about doing. It's about being felt."

What followed wasn't loud or obvious. It was tension. Breath. The way Lily's touch lingered, the way Jake's gaze burned, the way Maya trembled without knowing why.

Lily slid her hand up Maya's thigh, her gaze staring at her boyfriend, but shifted and parted her legs.

Maya was wearing a longer dress, but Lily took her time as her hand disappeared under the dress, exploring.

Lily turned to Maya and whispered. "Are you ready?" Maya nodded, part breathless.

Lily's hand felt between Maya's thighs, then whispered, "I can feel you getting wet for me, Maya", then kissed her on the lips, long, slow and deliberate.

Jake was watching, holding his breath, unsure what he was do.

"Have you got a hard-on yet, Jake?" Maya inquired.

Jake responded by running his hands along his trousers and feeling himself.

"Unzip your trousers, Jake", commanded Lily. Maya's face looks shocked, but equally inquisitive about what was to come.

Lily's fingers entered Maya now, and Jake could see, or rather imagine, just what she was doing to her girlfriend.

The motion as fingers entered her, then slowed, and Lily's thumb was teasing her clit, but the kissing kept going. Maya started moaning softly.

Jake pulled out his cock, he had never done anything like this before in public, but it was hard, and Maya turned and instructed him.

"Start stroking, slowly".

Jake obliged, watching the two of them kissing urgently, his instinct was to stroke faster, teasing the tip of cock, then stroking again.

"Still comfortable?" she asked.

He didn't speak. But Maya did.

"I think he's learning something."

Lily brushed Maya's hair from her cheek and nodded.

"So are you."

Lily kissed Maya's neck as her fingers worked her faster, and whispered, "Good girl,

Maya, now maybe you'll cum for me?"

Those words were enough for Maya to lie back further, part her legs and cry out to Lily as she felt her body convulse, legs shaking as she came hard for Lily.

When Lily had finished, she licked her fingers. "Gawd, you taste good", as she focused on Jake, who was still stroking himself, slowing down now.

"No, no, Jake", Maya replied as she stood back up and pulled down her top, revealing her breasts in front of him, her nipples erect as she teased them with her wet fingers.

"I now want you to cum, Jake, whilst Maya watches", and sank to her knees in front of him.

Lily took his cock in her right hand and started stroking him.

"Relax, Jake", as her hand moved faster up and down his hard shaft with Maya looking on, her hand sliding up her dress as she watched her boyfriend being serviced by a stranger.

"If I start a countdown from 20, Jake, will you be able to hold out, or will you shoot your load?... shall we find out?"

Jake gulped, but was equally excited.

Maya continued to finger herself and could only watch, mouth open as Lily started..."20...19...18, shall I go faster, Jake?"

He could only nod, then closed his eyes, knowing Maya was watching, knowing a stranger was wanking him off.

Maya stopped at 10, then took him in her mouth, sucked him, and teased him with her tongue.

"I can taste your pre-cum, Jake".

You certainly are turned on for me as she licked her lips. Then started stroking his cock again, more frantically this time.

"10...9... Jake, don't let me down now," as she placed his cock between her cleavage and cupped his cock with her tits.

"8.... 7.... We're almost there..." Her breasts are now wanking him off.

Jake was tensing up; she could tell he was close.

"6...5...4... " Lily was smiling, knowing he was on the brink and quickly turned to Maya as she let out another gentle moan, finishing herself off.

"3...2...1...." As she felt Jake's hot, sticky cum pulse over her tits as he let out a moan.

"That's it, Jake, finish yourself off on me".

Lily let go of his cock and turned to face Maya as cum ran down her cleavage.

"Your turn, Maya, now lick his cum off me".

Maya obliged and kissed Lily's tits, her nipples, then her tongue focused on lapping up her boyfriend's cum greedily.

"Good girl, see you two make the perfect couple, and you've put a smile on a stranger's face", Lily replied.

As if perfect timing, the train began to slow.

Lights brightened. A voice on the intercom broke the moment.

Lily stood, covered herself up and gathered her things.

"You should kiss her," she said to Jake, turning.

He stood up, sat next to Maya, and gave her a long, deep kiss as Maya thought of the woman who made them feel something neither had words for.

Lily stepped off the train without looking back.

And in Carriage 4, the space she left behind pulsed with something unfinished.