She brushed past me, heading up the aisle.
I took notice because I'm partial to women in dresses, not the sexy kind
that hug the body, or miniskirts, which leave little to the imagination.
No, I prefer a plain kind of dress, like the ones office ladies wear - cut
just above the knee, giving only the slightest hint of a bulge in back where
her rump is. Pink, powder blue, soft gray - those are my favorite colors.
I can easily imagine her smooth pale thighs swishing back and forth
underneath.
I love it when a woman turns to smile at me - her torso twisting, crinkling
the crisp white blouse at the waist, hair tossed over one shoulder. There
was a stewardess once, bending and turning in the aisle - but I don't have
time for that here. 500 words...
I waited for as long as I could - a respectful interval - before heading up
the aisle after her. Outside the toilet, I counted to a hundred and
fifty-seven before knocking.
She stuck her head out the door, looking both ways before pulling me inside.
"Handsome man..." she said.
"Nice ass..." I replied, for which I got a playful pinch.
Then we were kissing, bumping up against the walls. I ran my hands down and
got a feel of that ass. Nice indeed. She had her arms between us, hands on
my chest as if fending me off - that ultra-feminine, helpless little girl
act I love. I wanted to cup her tits, but I couldn't manage to squirm my
arms inside of hers.
When I tried to undo her dress, she stopped me.
"...bad time of the month, you know..." Her eyelids fluttered and she
actually blushed. Completely disarming.
She crouched down and undid my zipper.
It took some doing to get me out in the open in that cramped toilet, with
her squatting and the train rocking. I applauded her silently and stroked
her hair when she took me in her mouth.
She had a nice technique, pinning the head of my cock against my belly with
two fingertips while stroking her tongue up and down the soft underside.
When she took me in her mouth again, I said; "You've done this before,
haven't you? In a train, I mean..."
I don't know what it is, but I like talking to a girl when she's giving me
head. I think it's the way she looks at me, all wide eyed, with my cock in
her mouth.
She made a little cuff with her curled fingers and coaxed me to a stupendous
ejaculation, most of which she bravely swallowed.
After she slipped out of the toilet, I counted backward from three hundred
and ten before returning to my seat.
***
A few days earlier.
The ticket-girl seemed incredulous. "You don't want to sit with your wife,
Mr Aoki? It's a long trip."
"No," I said. "Two cars ahead, just as I asked. If you ever get married
someday, you'll understand."
