She ran along the platform towards the train, her long brunette hair flying out behind her. If she didn’t make this train, she’d be stuck in the middle of nowhere until the following morning. She’d been out at the theatre with some old college friends and had to catch the late night train home to make sure she didn’t miss work the next day. It was a quite a long journey, nearly two hours, with no stops until she got home, but it was worth it. She hadn’t seen her friends in several months, and she’d had the chance to dress up for the evening. She’d made a special effort to look good that night, wearing a midnight blue satin skirt with matching corset, a black shrug over the top, and black beaded slippers on her feet. Her hair had been swept up on top of her head, but had fallen down as she ran for the train.

 

She came to an open carriage door, and climbed aboard. Seeing just one other person, she chose a seat at the other end of the carriage, so she could relax and stretch out in relative privacy. The doors slid closed, and she sighed with relief, having only just made it on time. Damn her friends, making her stay at the bar for “just one more drink”! She made herself comfortable as the train pulled away from the station. The carriage was quite dark, being lit by only a few dimly glowing lights, and she felt rather sleepy. She was soon roused by a deep male voice.

 

“I saw you running along the platform. You made quite a breathtaking sight!”

 

She looked up at the owner of the voice, and suddenly felt wide-awake. He was very handsome, about 6ft at a guess, with broad shoulders encased in a well fitting dark grey suit. He looked several years older than her, maybe in his early forties. He had short dark hair, with a sprinkling of grey around the temples, and beautiful bright blue eyes. She smiled up at him, and felt herself blush slightly.

 

“I would’ve been in trouble if I’d have missed this. I’ve been to the theatre with some old friends, and you know how easy it is to lose track of time.”

 

“May I?” he asked as he gestured towards the seat opposite her, and she nodded in response.

 

 “I’ve been in town on business myself; I come in about once a month. But this is the first time I’ve ever seen such a beautiful woman run for the train. You looked like a goddess with your hair and your gown flowing out behind you!”

 

“Well, thank you! I don’t tend to make a habit of it,” she said with a coy smile, “and I would have never made it if I’d been wearing heels”.

 

He looked down at her feet, and with out a word, he gently lifted one foot on to his knee. Taking her in his hand, he began to trace a circle around her ankle. She surprised herself by letting out a gentle moan of pleasure. She looked over at him, and saw a wicked smile playing on his lips.

 

“They’re very pretty shoes,” he said slowly putting her foot back down.

 

As he did, she could see the crotch of his trousers beginning to strain. She couldn’t help but stare at his growing bulge, and involuntarily licked her lips.

 

He arched an eyebrow at her quizzically, “You like what you see?”

 

She nodded, blushing furiously. She had never behaved so wantonly before. She had done some pretty risqué things in her life, but what