The train slowed as it turned into the loop line of the station, its aging wagons creaking, clanging, and rumbling before coming to a stop with a screech of brakes. It was a goods-train, a long one, so long that the engine and the last wagon, the guard's van, were both well outside the precincts of the small rural station. Vasan, the guard of the train put o...
This chapter can be read as a standalone story, but I suggest you read Chapters 1-3. It will give you a better understanding of the characters and the story to this point. As always, constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. Also as usual there are no graphic sex scenes in my stories. Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I h...
It’s a crowded train, in fact it's standing room only. All the seats are taken and people are pressing against each other. You’ve been on the train since Victoria station and on this hot summer day, the temperature inside the carriage is rising. People are becoming hot and sweaty, and all around you there are people who are growing irritated. As the train pu...
"Tickets please." I hear him coming down the train car. What can I say, I like a man in a uniform. And a cap. And a little red tie that I can use to pull him into the dark corners of the train as I head home late at night. We've never exchanged names or numbers, we know nothing about one another. But I like the way his hair curls out from under his cap, an...
Julie wanted sex, no, she needed it and the bit of playing on the phone with her husband the night before didn't help any. Yeah it was kind of exciting, but he had been traveling for over a week and she needed more than his voice to satisfy her. Even after she brought herself to orgasm running her fingers over her clit as he described how he wanted to eat he...
It was a lovely day. She got out of her apartment and sauntered towards the station. She had a train to catch. She was going out of town. Not very far away but still a good three hours of travelling by train. She wore dark glasses and loved watching the reactions of men as she walked. She wasn’t bad looking; she was young, had just completed her 20th birthda...
It was one of her favourite parts of the day. That small window of time that she was by herself. Work was finished and she was on the train headed home. Often she caught herself people watching, mostly while on the platform waiting for her connection. Making up stories in her mind of where they had been and where they were going, especially if she saw the sa...
It's the strangest feeling driving a train at night. In the cab up front with the lights off, you can see the world and nobody is looking at you. Even if they weren't distracted by the huge train you're driving, with darkness enveloping the cab you are practically invisible. Private yet public. I've been driving trains for about a year now. Started as an en...
It was a lovely day. She got out of her apartment and sauntered towards the station. She had a train to catch. She was going out of town. Not very far away but still a good three hours of travelling by train. She wore dark glasses and loved watching the reactions of men as she walked. She wasn't bad looking; she was young, had just completed her 20th birthda...
For Frisky... ******** The train was crowded. The closely packed passengers bumped against each other as the car rocked back and forth. It was evening rush hour on a suffocatingly hot summer day. Bored-looking businessmen loosened their ties and stared out windows. Women struggled to keep their balance in high-heeled shoes and stylish business suits. The a...