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The Stranger at The Station

Baker Street Underground Station. It's 5.34pm on a Wednesday. It's a sweltering hot summer's day and Loryn, like the other commuters during rush-hour is eager to get home in West London after a long day at work. The warm breeze from the street above filters down below making the train platform feel like a fan-assisted oven.

"Great", she thinks. "Another delay on the line due to a signal failure. Nothing to do other than wait and people-watch I suppose".

She looks around the platform. Loryn has been sexually frustrated for a while,  and to entertain herself she starts mentally rating the attractiveness and 'bed worthiness" of the people around her. Not just the men, but the women as well. As she's carefully considering the scale of 1 to 10 attractiveness of one unwitting commuter, a sharply-dressed middle-aged man in a navy-blue pin-stripe suit breaks her view as he squeezes between her and the other poor souls on the platform.

"Excuse me miss", he apologises with a gentlemanly smile as he tentatively pushes through. She is at once intoxicated by the waft of his aftershave.

As he walks further down the platform he gives a backward glance over his shoulder. Loryn smiles back and the connection is made. She can feel herself blush, unconsciously bites her lip and tucks a loose strand of her blonde hair back around her ear.

"Now he's definitely a 10", she decides.

She continues to survey her surroundings, but her eyes keep getting drawn back to this handsome silver-haired man standing a few feet away from her. He's reading the afternoon paper, and he catches her looking at her. He smiles back leaving Loryn slightly embarrassed yet also aroused that she caught his attention.

Moments later, her train arrives. The cool breeze as it squeals into the station giving her a moment of respite from the heatwave. The carriage is rammed and standing room only. She boards the carriage, and grabs hold of the handrail above her head. She glances behind her to see if her admirer has also boarded the train but he's nowhere to be seen. She concludes he may be on another carriage.

As the train leaves the station, she can't help but think about the exchange of glances with her mystery man and builds a profile in her head about him. Wondering what his name was, what he did for a living, whether he was married. The train pulls into the next station and the doors beep as passengers get on and off the train.

Suddenly, there is a familiar aroma behind her. The smell of the after-shave from the stranger on the platform. She looks at the window in front of her and can see in the reflection that her suspicions are correct. Yes... yes, it's him.

The carriage seems even fuller now. Everyone is crammed in tightly. So much so that she can feel his breath on the back of her neck. The train rocks and sways as it makes its way through subterranean London and a heavy jolt momentarily makes Loryn stumble sideways. A hand reaches out from behind her and grabs her tightly around the waist, making her gasp.

"Thank you", she smiles over her shoulder.

"No problem miss", he remarks.

As Loryn grabs more tightly on the handrail above her, she becomes acutely aware that he hasn't let go off her waist. Whilst it's reassuring that he'll be there to steady her again, surely thinks this clearly isn't normal.

The train reaches the next station and more commuters pack in like sardines. She can feel his body pressed ever more tightly behind her, and the motion of the train is causing him to involuntarily press himself up against her short, tight skirt.

Looking at the reflection in the window pane once more, their eyes lock. There is clearly a mutual attraction, and Loryn throws caution to the wind, arching her back slightly and pushing her bum back against his groin. Through her skirt and through his trousers she can feel a pulsating hardness, leaving her breathless.

She bites her lip once more as she looks around the carriage, wondering if anyone is witnessing what is going on in her personal space. Everyone is engrossed on their phones, reading the paper, or taking a nap, but she's aware that at any point someone could notice.

Loryn's anticipation heightens as she suddenly feels his fingers trailing slowly up her stockinged leg and under the hem of her tight, figure-skirt. His hand lingers enticingly on the lace-tops before rising to her bare flesh. Completely at this stranger's mercy, she pushes herself back harder in response and grips harder onto the handrail with both hands, giving him the green light to go further.

As his fingers slide forward towards her groin, she parts her legs a little. His fingers tip-toe over the front of her lace panties and pulls them aside. Loryn's clit is throbbing, aching for his touch. Helpless, she gasps audibly and tries to cover it by giving a fake cough.

His hand snake between her legs, his index and ring fingers parting her lips. His middle fingers gently push against her clitoris and, with a slow come-hither motion, rub against it. She begins to pant heavily and tries to stifle her groans as he builds momentum. The tips of his fingers occasionally dipping inside her as he continues to rub in a circular motion.

Her body begins to shudder, and she closes her eyes as the ecstasy builds. She's desperate for release as she knows the train is close to reaching her destination. Then finally, as the train slows down, brakes groaning, she succumbs with a knee-trembling orgasm. Her pussy clamps around his fingers as she cums hard but silently.

The train comes to a halt and the doors open. All passengers exit, including the mystery stranger, leaving Loryn standing alone to compose herself. She looks over her shoulder to see him walk towards the train station exit.

She exits the train just as the doors are about to shut. As she walks down the concourse, she can feel something scratching against her skin under the stocking top. She dips out of public view, hitches up her skirt to retrieve a hand-written note that has been tucked inside...

"Baker Street. Same time. Tomorrow."

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