TRAINSPOTTING
Written by Bapak©

 Trainspotting - by Bapak

Do you remember our first date as vivid as I do? After months of chatting online we finally decided to make the things come true that we only have been talking about. We both knew that no matter what would happen, it would be a fantastic meeting.

You would be wearing a black, silky, short skirt and black nylons, so that I knew who to look for on the train station. But even without that extra information I would know how to find you amongst the rushing people in the station hall. But there you are, in your black skirt, halfway on your thighs, and a white blouse. Black long coat, open. Shoes semi-high-heeled, black. We shook hands as anyone would do on their first meeting.

As it was a long trip to the place where I had to work and where we would stay in the hotel, we decided to buy first class tickets. More expensive, but at the time of the trip (after 8 pm) there would be a fair chance to have some privacy. And we did find a cabin with 6 chairs and a door that could be closed. Not locked, but I have the experience that when a door of a cabin is closed it is an unspoken rule to say "do not enter this cabin, it's occupied".

We took of our coats and seated next to each other and exchanged some words about the weather, the trip to the station so far and how exciting we found it to finally meet. As the train and time moved on, we began to talk about more intimate things. Our hands found each other and we began to stroke each others hand palms and fingers. Tickling your hand palm makes you shiver and I can hear how your breath gets heavier; a clear sign that you enjoyed my touches and that you were getting aroused.

Although the door was closed, there were people passing by our cabin who instantly looked at us. As anyone would do when you see a couple alone in a cabin. Some of them smiled and I could almost read what they were thinking. When another wave of by passers was gone, you pressed your left knee against mine, which caused that your legs spread apart a little. It was a short distance from your hand to your thigh and I began to touch and stroke there. The silk felt very smooth as I moved my hand lower to the inner side of your thigh and down to the edge where the skirt ended. Then my fingers touched the nylon of your stockings and to my surprise it was held up by a garter... oh my this was so exciting! The idea that I am touching you, that you were spreading your legs for me, that you were wearing classy stockings and that there was a risk of being caught... it all made us breath heavier and when I look at your face I saw that you had closed your eyes, with your head leaning backwards.

My fingers stroke your thigh, slowly from your knee, teasingly slow up to where your legs come together. And there I found the second surprise. You had obviously prepared this and you did not put on any underwear, except for the stockings and the garter belt. It suddenly came in my mind that we had spoken online about shaving our genitals. I trim and shave the pubic hairs around the shaft of my penis and with a razor I shave the balls. After doing this, the cock and balls feel smooth and soft. And you told, that you also shave regularly. All hair except for a small line above the clit. That was all told and now I would be able to check if it was true and if you had recently done it. I could feel that my cock was pushing against my trousers and that it wanted to escape from its little prison. But for the moment that was too risky. As I was breathing heavy and with warm cheeks, I began to explore the little triangle and yes... it was as bald as a table sheet. I could feel warm and wet the lips and with my index- and middle finger I massaged the lips softly, spreading the moist all over your pussy. Response from you came almost immediately as you push your hips forward, pressing your pussy against my finger, so that my fingers automatically got in a little deeper.

Thank god, I heard footsteps coming nearer, the heavy shoes from the train conductor. Right on time I took my hand back and you quickly brought your skirt into it's original state. "Tickets please", the man says. He didn't show any emotion that could tell if he noticed something unusual about us. But if he would have looked closer, he could see your red blossomed cheeks and he could smell my fingers that were glittering wet.

When he was gone, we giggle and laughed, reluctant about the fact that we were not caught in action. This caused a relaxation and made my penis shrink back to it's soft size. But you hadn't loose your excitement... You stood up and seated on the chair near the walking path. I changed seat too, so we sat opposite of each other, now having a look at the path, so we could see if someone was nearing from either side. You smiled an evil smile ... "Get your video camera", you say. We'd spoken about bringing my digital video camera to shoot each other, but that you'd come up with the idea now already, was the third surprise. So, I took the camera out of my bag and started to film you. Pointing at your face, as you gave some commentary. "It's Thursday night and we are on the train to xxx and a few minutes ago we had been almost caught by the train conductor, while your hand was rubbing my soaking wet pussy, mmm". You were absolutely beautiful when you spoke these dirty words and your naughty smile betrayed, that you had something in mind. I went lower on your body, down to your skirt and through the flipped-out camera viewer I see that you spread your legs so that I had a full frontal picture on your pussy. Oh my goodness! What are you doing? I could hardly keep the camera steady and it became almost impossible to hold it still when your hands came to your crotch and your fingers started to caress your pussy lips. Stretching it wider open so I could see how beautifully pink the inside was and how it was shining from the juices that were flooding out. I grasp for breath. With a wicked smile you began to work on your clit as your breathing changed into moaning. Two fingers from your left hand disappeared into your dripping cunt, while with the other hand you press your clit, exactly knowing what and where to do it. Giving you the most pleasure. When I thought you were going to have an orgasm, you stopped. You bend over to my leg and started to untie my right show. What was that? When the ties were loose, you took the shoe off and then the sock as well... Barefoot I awaited what you had planned. What a woman, I was thinking! "Give me the bottle of water in my bag", you say. And I took it from her bag, a 1 1/2 liter bottle of mineral water and gave it to you. Then you opened it and demanded me to bring my leg up so that you could wash my foot. Some water - though not much - was spilled on the floor. But you managed to clean my foot and after that, close the bottle again and put it away.

I kept filming while you were doing this, because I had a feeling of what was going to happen. "Give me your foot", you say and I obeyed. To get closer with my foot, I had to move my ass and I lay half on the seat, pointing the camera on my foot and your hands that were holding it. You bring the foot higher and your face lower and then you started kissing my toes and licking between the toes. That was a fantastic erotic situation and it tickled enormously, but I did not laugh - as I expected, but started moaning automatically. No one has ever done this to me and it felt so hot. And through the camera I could see that your tongue kissed my toes like you were kissing my tongue. After a few minutes, you pushed my foot away, saying that someone was approaching. I quickly put away the camera and sat in upright position again. False alarm! "Give me your foot again", you say, exactly knowing what you wanted. What happened next, I could hardly believe. I had heard of feet fetishism, but that it would be something like this, I would never have guessed. You placed my foot on the seat in such a position that you could bring your pussy close to it. So that you could rub my toes. I started moving my toes back and forth stimulating your wetness. And then, suddenly, it happened. My big toe disappeared in your pussy, all the way in. A low moan released from your throat. Sitting on the edge of the seat you managed to move up and down my toe, fucking it as it was my cock. It was a fantastic sight to see it in close up. Faster you went and this time I was sure that you were not going to stop. Up and down in fast motions, hands holding the arms of the seat, you fuck my toe and all of a sudden I see in your face that an orgasm was at hand. Red spots on your throat and chest area, heavy and fast breathing and your soaking pussy. And then one long, intense ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... With my toe still in you, you lean backwards and I could very good feel how your muscles strengthen around it, as to say "don't slip out".

"Geeeeez that was soooo good", you say as you moved to sit back on the seat and I released my toe from it's captivity. "Did you get that all on tape? I want to see it when we are at the hotel". "Yes, yes, and it sure has become a good movie, much, much better then even Peter North could have made". At that moment I stopped filming. At that very moment an older gentleman stood before our door and opened it, asking if he could sit in our cabin. As if nothing had happened we brought everything back in order and made a place free for him to sit. At that moment I realized that I was still barefoot and you started laughing loudly about it. "Damnit", I was thinking in panic, where is my sock? I looked around and found it on the floor under the seat where the mister sat. "Excuse me, can I grab my sock, please, it's under your seat?". But before I got on my knees, he was already reaching out for it and handed it over to me. "Put it back on, son. It's cold outside". And with a an embarrassed, red head I noticed that he winked an eye, as he said those words ... Did he ... Up till now I don't know.