FF (July 2013) Paris Rivera - Strangers on a Train - When Hiroko met Sally

Sally, 34, a pretty and fairly conventional office worker, is on her way home when she catches the eye of a stunningly beautiful Japanese girl. The girl smiles and comes to stand behind Sally, offering her mobile phone for inspection. On the phone is a written message: ‘Please keep your hands on the strap!’ With her arms raised as instructed, Sally is soon breathless and deliciously helpless as she lets this gorgeous, adventurous and assertive girl explore her, starting at the back of her knees, in the middle of a crowded train. Sally bites her lip and tries to keep quiet: for no-one must know the agonizing ecstasy she is beginning to experience… Even if you are just a bit curious, this hot and naughty story will excite and delight… Surely, commuting was never this much fun!

(20 pages)

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Sample

It had been a long day. The train was only averagely busy that night, but there were still far too many people for comfort. And Sally knew that they still had to stop at Piccadilly Circus, which would mean a whole lot more people. Oh dear! It was hot and muggy and Sally really, really wanted to be home. Surely sardines, she reflected, had a better life than this! At 34, she had been working in London for around ten years now, and that seemed like enough. She was getting weary: luckily, no-one had yet considered her sufficiently worn out to stand and give up their seat, but how far away was that happy day?

As Sally had anticipated, there was a surge of bodies at Piccadilly: more sardines. Sally herself pressed tightly against a portly and evidently long-sighted businessman who was apparently trying to read the Financial Times by stretching has arm far from his body; that was a pretty impossible assignment in these conditions, but he seemed annoyingly determined.

Sally breathed a sigh of relief when the man got off at Hyde Park Corner. Now at least she had a bit more space. She was able to look around the compartment a little and her eyes settled on a young woman sitting down about ten feet away. The woman was reading a book, apparently a romantic novel, and occasionally glancing at her light green phone. She was Asian, perhaps Japanese, with a delicate face and very beautiful pale skin. She must have been about 20 years old, perhaps a student. She had fashionable black-rimmed glasses, which Sally rather liked, and a small brown shoulder bag.

There was something about this girl, something indefinable that commanded Sally’s attention. Sally suddenly became conscious that her own gaze had been a bit too prolonged; she glanced away, half taking in the advertisements at the top of the rail carriage. But very quickly, as if drawn by some strange subterranean gravity, Sally’s eyes were drawn back to the girl. There was just something about her! What was it exactly?

Feeling slightly furtive, Sally allowed herself to glance at the girl’s body. The young stranger’s bright white blouse was cut quite tight to her body and Sally noticed that the girl’s breasts were high and surprisingly large. Were they real? Sally was not quite sure: they did seem a bit out of proportion! The top three buttons of the blouse were undone and if Sally strained her eyes a little, she could just make out the beginnings of a cleavage. Again, she caught herself looking and felt a little sneaky. Why was she so interested anyway? She had never identified herself as gay, after all, though she certainly appreciated the beauty of women.

Sally let her eyes drift down to the girl’s dark blue skirt, somewhere between a mini and a midi, and she could not help but notice the long and shapely legs that were crossed rather elegantly within the skirt, with milky thighs and smooth white calves that tapered down to delicate ankles and dark blue heels. Her nails were painted dark blue also. Wow, this girl was really something! So elegant! So…

Then suddenly the girl looked up! Oh, no, she had caught Sally staring right at her! And staring not at her face, but at her body!
The girl raised one eyebrow slightly, as if to say “Yes?” Sally felt herself blush and looked quickly to the floor. After perhaps ten seconds staring at various uninteresting pairs of shoes, Sally gathered her courage and looked back towards the girl. Oh my goodness, she was still staring, and she’d caught Sally looking once again! This was getting really embarrassing! Sally felt herself blush once more. The girl must think Sally was some kind of weird pervert! She would probably phone the police as soon as she could get a signal!

Sally at least reassured herself that she was looking good that evening. Her thick blonde medium-length hair had a nice shine and swirl to it. She was glad she’d put on her long black boots with the high heels; happy that she had a stylish brown skirt and black blouse; even a little excited that she had worn her black stockings that day…

It was while daydreaming in this way that Sally observed something rather strange. Despite the fact that the train was now at full speed and the passengers were still some way from the next stop, the girl stood up and began to walk in Sally’s direction! She continued walking as if to get nearer the door but brushed against Sally’s belly with her phone as she did so. Was that accidental? Probably: the train was still pretty crowded, so there was not much room to get by. Besides, the carriage was actually swaying a fair bit at that point. Sally herself had had to grip tightly onto the strap above her head and it seemed quite possible that the girl had been propelled towards Sally by the rattling train.

Even so, Sally felt a little ripple of something running through her. Was that a little shimmer of desire, a wake-up call from that little light green phone? Surely not?! Sally tried to put the thought out of her mind, but she could think of nothing but the girl.

So where was she exactly? Sally certainly did not want to turn around to look! That would risk compounding the earlier embarrassment. Somehow, she had a feeling the girl was quite close behind her, but she could not be sure. Soon the train was slowing and coming to a halt at South Kensington station: yet more sardines!

As the train pulled out of the station, Sally felt a slight push at her side just above her hip. She looked down and there, just in front of her, was the girl’s small green phone wrapped in pale fingers with dark blue fingernails! She could not believe it! Sally caught her breath once more: what was going on? Then she looked at the phone more closely and saw that there was a message written on the screen! When she read the message, she literally could not believe her eyes. In a delicate, italicized script, it read: “Hi, I’m Hiroko from Japan! Please keep hands on strap!”

Sally’s heart was racing now. She looked up and quickly inspected her fellow passengers to see if anyone had noticed. Luckily, everyone looked typically comatose! Sally looked down again to check she had not made a mistake, but the phone was gone. She blinked. Was she delirious after a too-long day in her office at Covent Garden? She had a strange sense of having entered a parallel universe, a world of intense emotions and bizarre excitements that was a million miles from the relentless tedium of the daily commute.

And then she felt something at the back of her right knee! It was a kind of tickling sensation, the sort that one might feel at any time for any number of reasons, but this, on reflection, was a little more sustained with a little more pressure. She could definitely feel something through her stockings! Sally froze, focusing every morsel of her attention on that area behind her knee. It felt as though a finger was moving lightly up and down there! Was this the girl? Surely that was not possible right in the middle of a public train? Sally felt herself breaking into a sweat. The sensation, by now, was now pretty unmistakable, and the message on the phone had been pretty clear too! Sally felt her heart racing faster than the rumbling train. This was incredible! Her knees were buckling a little now, and she gripped more tightly than ever to the strap above her head.

Another station, another game of sardines. But when they accelerated once more, that finger resumed its position! It was even heading north a little! Sally felt a rush of warm blood suffuse her body, and an intensely warm glow radiating from the pit of her stomach. She just could not believe what this beautiful, bold girl was doing, and, if she was honest, it felt amazing! She could feel herself beginning to blush: she always had a tendency in that direction, and she wondered if anyone in the carriage had noticed. Guiltily, she looked around. But luckily everyone was still in their own world. She had always cursed the zombie-like nature of her fellow commuters – not least because she had turned into something of a zombie herself during those long subterranean minutes of enforced proximity. But now that comatose tendency was her friend. It seemed to be giving her just a little privacy when she needed it most!

It seemed like there were two fingers at the back of her thigh now. They must be getting close to the top of her stockings! Sally felt grateful that her skirt was on the loose side. She could not remember being this aroused for, well, basically as long as she could remember! The fingers were continuing their delicate path northwards and Sally gripped ever more tightly to the strap above her head, just as she had been told to do.

It was a delicious sensation when the girl’s had reached the top of Sally’s stockings and stroked gently on the skin there. That felt so good! Suddenly, Sally felt a strong urge to move a hand down and touch the girl’s hand – a small, respectable, conventional part of her wanted to stop the intrusion, but another part wanted so badly to savor and hasten the connection. Sally remembered once more the girl’s instructions on her green phone: “Please keep hands on strap!” Sally kept going over those words, over and over. Somehow, she loved that she had been told what to do. She even loved that word ‘please’, and the instructions embodied a perfect combination of politeness and authority.

Those fingers were so high on her thigh now! They must have been almost touching her panties! Sally could actually feel herself getting wet now. It felt so wrong, and yet so right! Sally felt her mouth go dry. She knew that the girl would soon, in all probability, be touching that wetness below, that the girl would soon be realizing – and touching, stroking, feeling - just how much, just how achingly, drenchingly and intensely, her fellow traveller wanted her.

That thought itself was so deeply arousing that Sally felt herself sweating ever more profusely. She could feel her blood rushing faster and stronger than ever now, pumping up through her winter-white neck and coursing through her to her normally pale pink cheeks. Sally realized with trepidation that she must be blushing more visibly and more embarrassingly than ever. Again, she looked up and looked around. Fortunately, once again, her fellow zombies – though in truth Sally felt zombie no more right now! – were either meditating, dozing or staring off into no-space.

“Please keep holding strap!” Steph felt her knees buckle once more as she felt those fingers move delicately against the back of her panties. What was this pretty girl going to do? Perhaps it was just a reflex or some last vestige of modesty, but Sally noticed herself pulling away from those fingers just a little, shuffling her feet forward an inch or two. But sure enough the fingers followed her relentlessly. Had Sally been testing just how badly the girl wanted her? She wasn’t sure. But if she had, then the girl had passed with flying colors, especially since those eager fingers were now playing with the small valley that separated the large, muscled cheeks of Sally’s fairly ample behind.

Sally found herself feeling extremely grateful for all those long hours at the gym. It had been a struggle, but she knew she was in great shape. Her tummy and legs were toned and her butt was almost like an athlete’s. Did the girl like what she was finding there? There was no reason to believe she didn’t, and Sally noticed herself letting out a tiny little moan as those delicate fingers pressed into that warm valley, sending little ripples of delight through the older woman’s now-trembling body. She found herself pushing backwards a little so that her behind was pressing more firmly into those enquiring fingers.

Sally wiggled a little as if dancing to some inaudible music, and the girl responded, pushing more firmly with her fingers and stroking strongly up and down so that Sally felt delicious sensations shivering through her. Then, the hand withdrew and Sally felt her heart sink. But moments later she felt those fingers tugging at the elastic at the back of her panties, stretching it tight so that she could feel an increased tension across her taut tummy too. With that elastic still pulled out tightly, Sally thought she could feel the girl’s other hand pushing determinedly inside the back of her panties. Yes, it was true! She could feel a set of delicate fingers against the skin of her own behind now, and it was just the most erotic feeling ever! Sally let out a little whimper of delight, and looked around to check that no-one had noticed. But there was still no sign of life in the compartment. Whew!

Sally’s legs felt like they had turned to jelly now, and she gripped ever more tightly onto the overhead strap. For a moment, it felt as though almost her entire bodyweight was being supported by her two arms. She steeled herself, and gathered her composure. Stay strong, stay calm! she told herself. This could yet be an even more incredible experience!

Those delicate fingers were straying now to the very lowest part of Sally’s behind and pushing further between Sally’s legs so that the older woman could feel a finger now against the wetness of her pussy. Oh gosh! That felt absolutely amazing! Was this really happening! The Japanese girl was stroking now, with small precise movements, up and down, and then pushing further so that Sally felt a finger settle on her clit, profoundly aroused and engorged as it was. Sally’s legs went weak once more, and again she grabbed tightly onto the strap above her head. Hold on, girl! Hold on!

The girl had moved her other hand inside Sally’s brown jacket now – oh my goodness! - and Sally could feel that hand, concealed by the buttoned jacket, pushing against the crisp white cotton of her blouse at her belly and then moving upwards, upwards, so that it rested now, like a butterfly, on Sally’s ample bosom. Oh no, that was too much! Sally’s breasts were aching for a firm touch now, and the whole thing felt so, so dangerous and so, so sexy! Sally could not help but let out another little whimper of pleasure. Did anyone hear? Apparently not. But if anyone had looked directly, they would surely have seen the contours of the girl’s hand moving under Sally’s jacket like a mole under the earth’s surface!...

What a bizarre analogy! Sally thought to herself. How strange the things that pop into your head at moments like this! Sally smiled, but could not dwell on this image for long. The fingers of the girl’s other hand were flicking backwards and forwards over Sally’s swollen clit now, driving her wild with little ripples of delight, teasing her, then pressing harder and sending shudders through her entire body. Every nerve in Sally’s fit body was on fire now, and she could even sense the distant thunder of a slow-gathering orgasm. She knew she must be coating the girl’s eager hand now, as the easy milk and honey of her sex always betrayed the intensity of her own desire. That thought was itself profoundly arousing: much as Sally was trying to hide her passion from her fellow commuters, the girl would be only too well aware of just how much Sally wanted her.

Sally pushed