13 Minutes

For about 5 months now, Cara had been using the train to commute from her small town a few miles out of the city to her new centrally located office job.

The carriage and seat she chose each day had been the same since her first journey. It was the rearmost forward facing seat on the left hand side of the second carriage along. She chose this vacant seat as the spacing of the other regular passengers in the carriage offered this particular position an amount of privacy. She savoured the opportunity granted by this privacy and of her time commuting in which to read.

Cara was obsessed by the genre of erotic fiction and was currently working her way through the third installment in a series of books set in the same city in which she worked.

These editions made that 50 colours of whatever seem a little tame by comparison.

One evening, having settled in her usual seat aboard the train for her return commute, something unexpected occurred.

A man approached Cara and said "May I take this seat madam?" referring to the rearward facing seat directly across from hers.

"I suppose you may," Cara answered, whilst inwardly refusing his request.

As there were no reserved seats on this train, she knew she couldn't actually refuse or complain about this intrusion.

"I believe this is yours," said the man.

"I have taken the liberty of wrapping it," the man continued, as he handed Cara a small parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied with string.

She immediately realised that the size, weight and shape of the neatly wrapped parcel matched that of the sexy book she had just reached into her bag for to continue reading.

Cara then looked fully into the bag, only to find her book missing.

"I believe you left it on your seat as you disembarked this morning," he explained.

"I happened to notice it as I walked towards the carriage door myself,  but I couldn't catch up with you through the busy station," the man continued.

"Thank you," Cara said, trying to maintain an amount of dignity being slightly embarrassed by the explicit nature of her book.

"My name is Douglas by the way, may I ask yours?" said the man, introducing himself as such.

"It's Cara," she replied a little uneasily.

"What do you think of the author, Janet Z. Rowse?" asked Douglas.

Unsure about opening up fully to a stranger to review the author of such strong erotic fiction, she replied, "Well, I don't think a male author could have understood how a woman thinks to have written the main character so well,".

"That was an interesting comment," Douglas acknowledged.

"I believe that to be book 3rd in the series, do you intend to read the 4th?" Douglas asked, to continue the conversation.

"I'm nearly at the end of this one and will have to know what happens next, so yes," said Cara. She was relieved when Douglas announced that the upcoming stop was his, which would bring an end to the awkwardness. As Douglas left, he said that he looked forward to seeing her again. Cara feigned a smiled in response.

The next morning Cara boarded her train at her usual time and sat in her usual seat.

Three stops later Douglas boarded and sat in the seat opposite to Cara as he had the day before. They greeted each other as semi familiar fellow passengers would. As the train pulled away Douglas handed Cara another brown paper and string wrapped parcel, which again was obviously a book.

"What's this?" Cara enquired.

"A small token by way of an apology, as I feel I could have returned your book to you without causing embarrassment," replied Douglas.

Cara unwrapped the parcel to find it was the next book in the sexy series.

"Oh, wow, thank you, but there was no need," acknowledged Cara.

"I disagree, I believe there was every need," Douglas replied.

Douglas suggested that Cara should look inside the front cover. Cara tentatively opened the book to find an inscription inside on the blank first page which read "From Janet to Cara, please enjoy,".

"Oh my God, thank you!" exclaimed Cara.

"How on earth did you manage to get the book made out to me, and so quickly?" she quizzed.

"I work in the publishing sector, so connections and all that," said Douglas a little smugly.

Before the conversation could develop, Douglas stood up and said "I must dash, I'm getting off before the city today,"

Cara and Douglas both quickly said "See you again," to each other, more or less in unison and with Cara's tone being neutral as opposed to fully dismissive.

Cara was single, 39 years old and was quite reserved. She had medium length ginger hair, a reasonably nice figure and a somewhat pretty face that hid beneath a sad expression. She looked like she hadn't been truly happy in years.

All in all she was an average looking woman who looked bored with her existence.

Douglas was a divorced 41 year old dark haired medium built man with a short beard. He dressed casually and wasn't anything special in the looks department, but his deep eyes and the way he carried himself oozed self-confidence.

Douglas wasn't on board the train that evening to which Cara realised that she had been open to the idea of chatting with him some more.

As she settled into bed later that evening, Cara came to realise that Douglas was the first man in a long time to make actual conversation with her outside of work or those typical social type interactions.

The train journey from where Douglas boarded in the morning to where they both departed on days that Douglas was in the city was 13 minutes long. Cara knew in order to find out more about Douglas she had to make the most of that short length of time. Cara now hoped to see him the next morning.

That next morning was a little different than usual. Cara had woken an hour or so earlier than usual to ready herself for work. Today, instead of trousers and a comfortable sweater, she wore a dress that fitted her figure, without being too tight of course.

Although it wouldn't be seen, she had chosen a pretty lace bra that offered much more support than the unflattering potato sack ones she usually wore. Even the shoes she selected had a heel instead of her usual boring flats.

Cara opened a new packet of sheer nude colour hold-up stockings as her freshly shaven legs would otherwise be exposed.

She then finished off her mini makeover with a slightly more interesting hairstyle than usual and a minimal amount of makeup.

As she looked in her full length mirror to check her appearance, she told herself not to mess this up. In that moment she felt happy with herself, not pretty or even sexy, but simply happy.

As Cara reached for her usual perfume, she paused slightly then instead chose a bottle of perfume she had treated herself to sometime ago but felt she hadn't had the opportunity to wear, until now.

Later, having arrived at her station, Cara boarded the train and really hoped she'd see Douglas after making the effort to look and feel more confident and presentable.

As the train pulled into Douglas's station,  

she felt relieved to see him standing at the platform. Douglas boarded and sat down, greeting Cara with a warm smile as he did so.

They were exchanging the usual good morning type pleasantries when Douglas suddenly remarked on Cara's perfume, "That's Deeper Enchantment isn't it?" he asked.

"Your perfume," Douglas quickly added.

"Yes it is, how observant of you," Cara replied.

"It's Felicity's scent, from the books, isn't it?" he said, to expand on the reason he recognised the scent.

"My ex-wife wore that too, but I don't need to bore you with that detail," he continued.

The comment regarding his wife led Cara to realise that Douglas was single, or at least no longer married, otherwise he would have referred to her as his first wife, she thought.

She also realised that he knew the books well enough to recall the name of a character's perfume and to recognise the scent of it.

"You look different today, happier, more confident" Douglas commented.

"Yes, I have an interview for a promotion later," Cara said, obviously telling a white lie to justify her new appearance and brighter mood.

"But I need to make it clear that any extra lengths I have gone to are for my own self confidence and certainly not for a man to find me appealing," she insisted.  

"Which of course, you are," Douglas said a little suggestively to compliment her efforts.

Cara crossed her left leg over her right to adjust her posture. As she was wearing a dress, she hadn't realised her movement had caused the hem of her dress to ride up just above her left leg's stocking top.

Douglas caught a quick glimpse of the exposed lace patterned trim and smooth milky white thigh then immediately directed his stare elsewhere, as not to be seen admiring Cara too intently.

"Good luck with the interview, should you need it that is," wished Douglas, trying to keep his eyes away from Cara's shapely crossed over legs but failing miserably.

His cock began to waken.

She rotated her left foot to stretch it out having said that she wasn't used to walking in heels. It was then that she noticed Douglas's eyes transfixed by her nylon encased legs.

His gaze travelling from her pointed foot to her exposed thigh. Usually she would have scolded a man for looking at her in such a way, but this was quite different. She found herself feeling sexy and a touch aroused.

Cara could sense the admiration and longing in his eyes. Douglas raised his head to see her looking intently back at him, but before he could apologise for his behaviour he realised that Cara looked proud at the fact she had allured him.

For a few moments, neither of them realised exactly what was happening in the carriage.   Time seemed to have frozen and the sensual train experience felt just like a chapter in the steamy books.

Cara had decided enough was enough with her meek and timid persona and felt an overwhelming urge to be dominant and assertive just like Felicity.

Cara slipped off the shoe from her crossed over leg and lifted her foot onto Douglas's lap, pushing her nylon covered toes deep into his crotch. Douglas kept his moans of pleasure quiet as not to alert other passengers to his pleasures.

Through Douglas's jeans Cara could feel his hard shaft pulsing in response to the movement of her pointed foot. This reaction made Cara feel empowered knowing she had brought this man to a full state of erection.

She felt a tingle in her panties, something that was quite unexpected for her. Usually she needed absolute privacy, an X rated book and her vibrator to feel this level of arousal.

Cara continued guiding her soft toes along the length of Douglas's cock, running it back and forth as it strained against his jeans. She felt like kneeling down infront of Douglas, whipping his cock out and sucking him off right there on the train.

Douglas imagined pulling out his cock and rubbing it directly onto the nylon covered foot in front of him before furiously cumming all over it. The sexual tension aboard the train had reached boiling point.

As the train had been slowing down for some time, people were beginning to gather their belongings and stand up in readiness for the train to come to a complete stop.

In a heartbeat Cara quickly realised the absurdity of the sexual act she was performing on Douglas and immediately stopped. Without a single word or making eye contact, Cara promptly removed her foot from Douglas's groin, slipped her shoe back on, picked up her bag and exited the train as fast as the situation would allow.

Douglas seemed to be in a state of shock from from how quickly Cara went from hot to cold and had rapidly departed the carriage.

He remained in his seat until the conductor insisted he should exit minutes later.

Douglas continued to use the train whenever he travelled into the city but didn't see Cara again. Maybe she had got that promotion and her commute time or even job location had changed, he thought.  

A year later Cara was working in her city office having actually received a promotion shortly after her interaction with Douglas. An office junior approached Cara at her desk and passed her a small parcel.

Cara took the parcel and ripped open the outer plastic courier wrapping to find the contents were the size and shape of a book.

and wrapped in brown paper tied with string.

Upon seeing how it was wrapped she immediately thought back to her time aboard the train. Cara pulled open the knot and folded the brown paper back to discover the as yet to be released 5th book in the salacious series.

She recalled how Douglas had mentioned being in the publishing sector, which explained the unreleased book being available to him. She did however wonder about how he knew where she worked.

She had driven home using the company car given to her with the promotion and after her evening meal ran herself a hot bath.

Having undressed and lit some scented candles she relaxed into the luxurious bubbles and opened her new book.

Like the last book Douglas had given her, there was an inscription on the first blank page

It read...

"My dear Cara, I hope you enjoy reading this 5th and final installment in the series as much as I did writing it. The time we shared on the train still lingers in my mind".

"I offer you my sincere apologies for not disclosing that I am indeed the author of these works and that I use a female pen name to write under".

"I'll be at the restaurant named in the first book this Friday evening at 7pm and will explain everything... X,".

Whilst holding the book open with her left hand Cara turned to the start of the first chapter using her available right hand.

She reached over the side of the bath and picked up her 7" vibrator from on top of a stool positioned nearby. She switched the vibrator on and returned her hand into the

water.

Cara slowly allowed the rapidly pulsing cock to drag over her soapy breasts and nipples, then over her sensitive tummy, coming to rest at the top of her shaven pubic mound.

Having waited for a few seconds to build anticipation she extended her arm and turned the vibrator back toward her before plunging it deep into her hungry pussy, screaming "Fuck me hard Douglas," as she did so.