I was tucked away quietly in a window seat at the back of the train carriage, headed for a break on the Welsh Gower coast. I was reading a raunchy story in a lads’ magazine, folded inside a copy of a daily newspaper. I was also massaging my cock to a nice state of semi-hardness, idly contemplating whether to go to the toilet or finish in my boxers.
A shadow fell across the table. I looked up to see an attractive blonde woman ticket collector looking down at me. “You know you really should watch where you sit on these new trains,” she said with a smile.
I hastily folded my newspaper-magazine combination closed. “How d’you mean?”
She raised her head. “Because you’re sitting right underneath a CCTV camera! I’ve been watching you in action from my compartment at the back of the train.”
“You have?”
“For sure.” She pronounced it with a slight accent; I guessed she was eastern European, probably Polish. “Some of the tits on those girls are amazing, aren’t they?” she added with a smirk.
I breathed a sigh of relief. It looked as if I was off the hook. “Indeed.”
She picked up my ticket from the table and clipped it, before adding in a whisper, “Look, I’ve only got two more carriages to do. Then if you’d like to join me in my compartment – it’s at the far end of Carriage F – I’ll finish it off for you. Give you a hand, so to speak.”
“You will?”
“Sure.” She nonchalantly strolled off down the aisle.
A quarter of an hour later I made my way back through the train to Carriage F. In the furthest lobby was a door marked TRAIN CREW ONLY. NO ADMISSION FOR PASSENGERS. I tapped on it nervously and it immediately swung open to reveal a compact compartment with two swivel chairs facing towards a huge panoramic glass window. The ticket collector was seated in one of the chairs gazing at the view of the train track we had just sped over. “Have a seat,” she invited.