She felt she was floating on air as she moved down the line of the TrainLink XPT coaches toward where a conductor was standing and waving the overnight passengers onto the sleeping coach. Liam was in Sydney now, 550 miles northeast, in New South Wales. She hadn't been this far away from him in the three years they'd been married—in the three years he had bee...
Taking a few days off work I decided to treat myself to a day out shopping I planned to stop for a meal and a few glasses of wine so decided to take the train. Showering then picking out underwear I settled for pale blue silk shortie briefs and matching balconette bra deciding what to wear was easy I slipped on my favourite pleated summer skirt. It comes to...
Molly waits impatiently at the train station, constantly checking the large overhead clock, willing the hands to move more quickly. She shuffles her feet anxiously, her black heels scuffing the floor beneath her feet. Without thinking, Molly begins to pace back and forth, almost knocking over an elderly woman who was passing. She apologizes profusely and sit...
This is an encounter I had on another occasion when I went back to the same park as the "Bill's Lost Bet" story. This time though, I parked on a residential street at the other end of the park, near the farthest skywalk. This area was on the other side of the major highway I spoke about in that story. To get to the park, I had to cross over double train trac...
The train was packed. Rush hour traffic in central Tokyo means being packed in like a tin of sardines as most of Tokyo takes to the rail system to get to where they're going. As an American, however, the Japanese try to give you a little space, but "space" in this instance only meant that no one was pressing against you like all the other Japanese, but inste...
Alan pulled on his gloves, turned of the light and pulled the door closed behind him. He waved to the night watchman at the desk as he left the building and to the gate guard as he left the ultra secure compound of Maggie Maye Cosmetics, where he had worked as a research chemist for almost 15 years. He pulled into a service station about a 1/2 mile down the...
July The train station is full, combined heat from the days sunshine and all the body heat being generated by each person is torturous. Its Thursday, I finished late and its still packed and hot. I push my way into the train car just like I have done every day for 2 years. I look for a seat but because I was late leaving work all are taken, so I will hav...
Several years ago there was this government sponsored campaign in the Netherlands that included large posters at the railway stations. I don't recall what the campaign was about -- safe sex probably -- but do remember the graphic nature of the posters and the commotion they caused. The posters pictured an 18-year-old boy and girl seated on a bed about to hav...
I'd like to start off by saying this is entirely Jezz Az's fault. He noted that the bare minimum number of words that can be posted to Literotica is 750 words, so he asked "what can you do with exactly 750 words? Not one word more, not one word less?" It's a good question and a number of writers have decided to tackle it. This is decidedly outside my typical...
Occasionally I would spend the weekend in London and I would head off to Hastings on the South Coast of Sussex where there was a nudist beach I had heard about. On my first visit I took the train from London, it was a Saturday morning and I took a small rucksack with me for essentials such as cash, G-string, towel, sandwiches, beer and a map etc, I wore a sk...