The Train

An early weekday train trip, direct to London. Its five cars were nearly empty. Most commuters wouldn't even be awake yet. Even the woman who checked her ticket looked half asleep. A few minutes later, there was an announcement that the café car was closed due to a lighting issue. She sighed. No coffee this morning.

The only sound was the train engine. Outside her window was darkness. An hour in, she decided to stretch her legs. As she entered the next car, another passenger walked towards her, likely with the same idea. His piercing eyes lingered on her inquisitively as they approached each other. Suddenly, she felt self-conscious.

The narrow aisles made passing each other awkward. She tried to lean away from him, but their hips bumped and slid against each other. She couldn't help inhaling his scent, warm and fresh, as he passed and it made her lightheaded. They both whispered "Sorry" simultaneously and smiled with embarrassment as they moved away.

When she got to the exit, she looked behind, hoping to catch one more glimpse of him. He was gone. Damn.

At least she found the café car, at the train's end. The door was open, but the café was deserted and dark. She sighed and decided to make herself a coffee. Unlikely anyone would catch her. She switched on the coffee machine and rummaged for a mug while waiting for the water to boil. The entrance behind her banged open and she whirled, ready to apologise for being where she shouldn't.

It was him. He looked startled.

"I..." he pointed at the machine.

They laughed in mutual understanding and she held out her mug to him. She looked into his intense stare once more and he didn't look away. He approached and took the mug gently from her hand, then slowly placed it on the counter. His arm brushed hers and she jumped, very slightly.

He came closer. She didn't move. Suddenly she was acutely aware of the sound of the train, the thrumming coffee machine making the countertop vibrate gently against her back. She swallowed nervously. Their bodies were nearly touching. Neither of them spoke. He leaned down and she felt his warm breath on her lips as his mouth hovered there for a long moment, testing her. She turned her face up to his. Their mouths met, softly at first, brushing each other's lips, testing, teasing, then warming to the delicious pressure.

He moved away suddenly with a sly smile, and locked the door.

She pulled him back against her and they kissed again. She instinctively reached up to caress his face, and run her fingers through his hair. Her hands slid down to the back of his neck, pulling him in tighter. They kissed deeply and their bodies met completely for the first time. She felt the tip of his tongue teasing her lips, curling, beckoning her, and she opened her mouth. A muffled moan escaped from her and she wrapped her arms around him. His fingers ran through her hair, down her neck, over her breasts, around her waist to her back, pulling her to him, pushing her against the counter.

Her hands drifted down to his hips and thighs, stroking them under the trouser fabric, clenching fistfuls of the fabric. He shuddered. Their kisses grew deeper and more urgent. Finally he broke their kiss and slid his mouth over her jawline, down the deep V of her shirt between her breasts. She slid her own hands around his waist, pulling his shirt up to expose his skin. He groaned when her fingers touched him. They drifted around his waist up to his chest, pushing his shirt up to caress his nipples.

She was already wet when he grabbed her hips and lifted her up onto the counter, moving in between her legs. As her legs parted, her skirt slid up over her thighs. He slid eager hands up her legs to her hips, pulled her panties down, then knelt between them. He paused there for a moment and she flushed, watching him looking at her. She gasped as he pressed his face into her, felt his hungry mouth moving, his tongue exploring her.

Her breathing grew ragged and she felt wetness trickling down her bare thighs. She moaned helplessly and her hips began to undulate on their own. She wouldn't last long like this. He pulled away from her, panting, fumbled with his trousers and pressed urgently between her legs again, kissing her so that she tasted herself. This time she felt the thick round head of his cock pushing into her and their moans were muffled by their kiss. He slid deep into her, his arms holding her steady on the edge of the countertop, and suddenly the train began to rhythmically sway as the wheels hit rail joints in the tracks. In unspoken agreement, they surrendered to the train's motion, letting the machine's rhythm set their pace, savouring each sweet, gentle stroke inside her. Soon it wasn't enough. He hooked his arms under her legs to penetrate her more deeply. Impatient now, he moved faster inside her and she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Trapped steam from the coffee maker wreathed around them, mingling with their sweat.

They cried out together and she felt his hot fluid fill her to overflowing. With a shudder, he sank weakly to the floor, pulling her down on top of him. She collapsed onto him, straddling him while he was still inside her, and buried her face in his neck. They lay there together for several minutes, drained and quiet, listening their breathing. Finally she lifted her head and smiled down at him. He stroked her face. No words were needed in the moment.

She got awkwardly to her feet, hurriedly cleaning herself up with a fistful of napkins and adjusting her clothing. He did the same.

As they finished dressing, he picked up the mug again and handed it to her with a smile.