Chapter 06: The Train Trip This was the last thing I needed on a Saturday night, or should I say Sunday morning, I usually go to Glasgow on a Thursday and come back Friday but this client could only view the house on the Sunday afternoon. I had been invited to a friends party tonight and really didn't want to miss it so I am now travelling on the milk train...
I had been doing some overtime one Sunday morning, I had a lot of typing to get done for the big meeting the following week so it seemed a good time to get it done without all the interruptions I would get. I looked at my watch the time had shot round and so decided that I had done enough that day set off on my journey home. I sat on the train reading my bo...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was...
Her instructions were quite clear, she had to leave work wearing the outfit he had purchased for her. A simple white cotton blouse which on the face of it looked quite demure. Closer inspection would reveal that it was tighter fitting than she was accustomed to wearing and made from a very thin fabric that while not being see through, certainly gave more tha...
This is a true story. It happened approximately 20 years ago. Only the names have been changed to protect the naughty participants. If you like it let me know and I would like to hear any comments you may have. I apologise in advance for any grammatical errors as I have dyslexia and have real issues with grammar. ***** Sandy and I had just been to an Adu...
The rattling of the train is a distraction, but only a minor one. The night is hot, humid and still, the air flowing into the train as it travels between stations a welcome relief, but all too often replaced by the oppressive heat when the train pulls into each station. Distracted by my thoughts, I am slightly shocked when I suddenly realise the next stati...
The next several weeks were busy ones for Kathleen as she spent her days in the classroom and her evenings and weekends getting ready to move. Anyone observing her during that period would think she was organized, well ordered and efficient, but she wasn't 'well ordered' at all. Her life was anything but. In the last few months she had unleashed something...
He had taken an early morning train, because he wanted to get to the city early enough to make a quick visit to the art gallery before his lunch appointment. When he sat down in the half full carriage the seat opposite him was empty. He took a journal about cinema from his bag and began to read it. He was reading it for his college course. Two stations aft...
Peggy was jostled as the train lurched forward and pulled out of the station. She was heading back to the Bordeaux Region of France to meet up with her husband and his golfing partners. As she fell back into her seat and looked out the window Peggy reflected on her time in Paris with her new friends, Marcel and Mathilda. It was an unbelievable extended weeke...
Harrow On The Hill station on a December night in 2010 was almost deserted. I was the only one in the waiting room. The last train to London's' Marylebone Station, a non stop journey of some 30 minutes, was late. The cold outside was bitter, the ice and snow that had been clogging London for days still held its wintry grip. I knew my other half would be wai...