In hindsight I wish I'd taken a taxi. I put that particular error of judgement down to the silly amount of Zinfandel I'd drunk with colleagues after the training course had finished, but it was pointless doing anything about it now as the station was only another ten minute walk away.

The summer solstice was supposed to be the high point of long, lazy summer evenings with an almost never setting sun happily dragging daylight hours to ten o'clock and beyond. As I walked towards Manchester's Piccadilly Station, there wasn't a hint of that in the night to come. The sun had battled all day for attention with the numerous thunder storms that had that littered the sky and was now hastily sinking to the West and making a dash for the other side of the world where there was the promise of clear skies to brighten.

The sun just managed to find a clear spot when it finally kissed the horizon at the far end of Portland Street, setting the sky aflame with beautiful hues of orange and crimson as it sunk into the tarmac. Moments later there was an ominous clap of thunder overhead and the heavens opened. Fat drops of rain started tumbling from the sky as the last of the day's thunder storms rolled over the City. I was soaked in seconds. I didn't care. I was in a care free and giddy mood, and just like the sunset, my knickers were aflame with thoughts of Abi Hames, the lead trainer on my course. I could still feel tingles in all my secret places after she'd smiled and hugged me goodbye in the bar not more than twenty five minutes earlier.

I dashed into the station, glad to be out of the storm but horribly drenched. The information board told me the last Virgin train of the night to London was scheduled to leave in ten minutes from Platform 12, which was located against the far right hand wall of the last of the four huge ornate Victorian arched canopies that covered the station. I just had time to pop into Pret to buy a sandwich to try and soak up all the wine I'd drunk.

It was while I was dithering over a tuna melt or chicken and bacon toastie that I started daydreaming about Abi again. All week I'd fantasised about her body and had desperately struggled to drag my attention away from her curves and back to the class. I fancied her so much that work always lost out to the dreamy curves. Night after night I'd lie awake in my hotel room pleasuring myself with my fingers at the thought of Abi's naked body pressed to mine as we kissed and made slow passionate love. She was just my type and would have been perfect for me.

"Why are all the good ones straight?" I muttered to myself as I paid for the chicken and bacon I'd just grabbed from the shelf, before squelching my way across the concourse towards Platform 12. Despite my drenched state, I was still feeling frisky with rude thoughts of Abi and I hoped I could find some way to sort myself out on the train. There was no way I'd be able to make it to London without finding some sort of self-relief.

Toastie in hand I slipped my ticket through the electronic barrier and made my way down the platform looking for Carriage C. Thankfully A was nearest the barriers, so I didn't have far to walk. I swung open the heavy door, climbed up, waited for the automatic sliding door into the corridor to open and started to look for my seat. The carriage was four seats wide with a central aisle running its length. Most of the seats were in rows of two all facing the same way like you'd see on an aeroplane, but others were facing each other in groups of four, separated by a small table. Although the carriage was almost deserted, I had a seat booking, so set about looking for number forty-nine which I hoped had one of the little tickets that slid into the top of the seat to help me find it.

As I walked down the aisle, there were only a handful of seat booking slips so I didn't think mine would be hard to locate. Forty-nine was about a third of a way back down the carriage on the right, and was one of a group of four separated by a table. I put the toastie on the table, my bag in the overhead rack and flopped down in the seat nearest the window. I knew I was soaked and would have to find a towel or something sooner or later, but right then I was just grateful to be on the train and out of the wet. I was also curious to see the seat opposite me had a little booking slip on it too. Quickly glancing to see where the booking was from and to, I noticed it was the same as mine; Piccadilly to Euston. It was hard to believe that Virgin, with a carriage as seemingly empty as the one I'd just boarded, would put two bookings directly opposite each other, so I resigned myself to the potential of having to fight for leg room all the way to London and looking after myself in the toilet rather than in the seat. I closed my eyes and waited for the train to leave. The towel and the relief could wait a few minutes.

Two minutes later, when the remaining passengers had finished their mad dashes to board the last London bound train of the night, the conductor's whistle blew and the train crept sluggishly into life. It barely seemed to move at first, then slowly gathered pace as it left the station. Once outside the canopy I could hear the incessant beat of the rain against the roof of the train. Looking through the window, the quickly receding lights of the City of Manchester were streaked and blurred in the streams of water that cascaded down the glass. As the train moved through the suburbs, gathering more and more speed as it went, the drips that had initially funnelled their way vertically down the window, gradually changed angle until they were whipping and splattering their way almost horizontally across the glass. It was while I turned my head to follow the random splatters across the window that for the first time my gaze took in the carriage around me.

It still had barely any passengers. Two girls, both in their late teens, sat three rows further back on the other side of the aisle. They looked and sounded like they'd just had a night out on the town. Both were dressed in mini skirts and flimsy cotton tops and I could hear their muffled giggles as they reminisced about their night out. Further down, two businessmen sat opposite each other deep in conference as they huddled over their open laptops, probably conspiring to fix exchange rates or short sell shares on the London Stock Exchange the following morning. Apart from that, the carriage was empty. Well empty except for Miss Elle, who had slipped quietly into the seat opposite me while my eyes had been closed. She was totally engrossed in her magazine as she flicked through pages showing the latest hot offerings in the world of fashion, beauty and entertainment.

Miss Elle was gorgeous. I couldn't help but stare as I took in the beautiful honey coloured hair that cascaded down over the flawless skin of her neck and shoulders, like gentle waves of gold lapping against an untouched beach. Her face was angelic, with the deepest blue eyes I could have imagined and full lips I instantly dreamed about kissing. All my lusty thoughts about Abi Hames morphed into another round of delicious tingles now that I had a new vision of beauty to focus on.

She was elegantly but professionally dressed in a light grey Calvin Klein suit with matching skirt and jacket. Still engrossed in her copy of Elle, I watched intently as she slipped the jacket off her shoulders, fold it neatly and place it over her stocking covered knees. It was the movements she made to her upper body that I loved. She pushed each shoulder forward in turn as she fought to free her arms from the sleeves. Her breasts squished against the table and she huffed in frustration as the flesh was forced upwards, the peaks of her nipples clearly visible through the soft material of her bra. My own nipples hardened with desire and the tingling I had between my legs perceptibly heightened as I stared and imagined kissing and licking her breasts and nipples.

While she radiated both sophistication and beauty in equal measure, I could see hints of speckled reddish brown flecks in those gorgeous blue eyes that gave her whole face a mischievous look it might not otherwise have had. She also had a tiny diamond stud piercing on the right of her nose which hinted at the possibility of a naughty but very alluring streak of rebellion. The combination of sophistication, beauty, mischief and rebellion made my attraction to Miss Elle instant. She was quite simply one of the most breath taking girls I'd ever seen.

Luckily for me, Miss Elle was totally lost in her reading and oblivious to both my presence and my stares. She kept squirming a little in her seat and smiling to herself as she flicked from page to page. It was when she squirmed and turned slightly to her right that I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of the page she was currently so engrossed with in the reflection from the window.

I was stunned and even more turned on than I was already at what I saw. Rather than pages previewing the forthcoming Fashion Weeks in New York and Milan, Miss Elle was smiling at a delightful picture of a very naked brunette. The model was posed on all fours, her hips high in the air and her knees wide across the crisp white sheets of a bed. Her head was low, pressed to the pillow, with her face turned to the camera and a sultry smile playing across her face. She was reaching round behind herself and clutching the cheeks of her bum, letting her fingers spread them wide to display a very delicious looking pussy and ass. Hidden behind her copy of Elle was the real reason my travel companion was so engrossed - she was reading a porn magazine! No wonder she was smiling and squirming in her seat, I thought to myself. And just maybe all the good ones aren't straight after all!

She suddenly looked up and caught my eye. There were no two ways about it, I'd been caught completely red handed staring. Caught or not, I couldn't help but continue to look. I was spellbound by her beauty, even more so now I knew what she was reading and what her preference was. Rather than look annoyed or embarrassed at my stares, I saw her own gaze wander fleetingly over my body before her eyes met mine again.

I have no idea what she thought of me. Not two hours before I'd applied some makeup at the vanity unit of the toilet of the bar we'd been in. Foundation, a touch of glittery eye shadow and a subtle black eyeliner. While I think I looked passable before the rain, I had suspicions it had all streaked down my face and was in need of attention. My usually long flowing and shiny dark brown hair probably looked a lank mess too. Water was still dripping from the ends, soaking my cream blouse. I glanced down, breaking eye contact for the second time, to see just how wet I was. I felt my face flush when I saw my swollen nipples were now pushed hard against my very wet blouse. It was obvious they desperately needed the same level of attention as my makeup did. I knew the very naughty Miss Elle had seen that too!

"Are you wet?" she said by way of an introduction, a broad and very sexy grin spreading across her face.

My hair was still dripping. It must have been obvious to anyone that looked at me that I was soaked. Her magazine choice, the suggestive introduction she'd made and the scan of my chest all added up to the obvious conclusion that I was being chatted up. I already had butterflies in my stomach and was most certainly horny enough to be receptive to any advances she made.

"I got caught in the rain on the way to the station. I must look a mess! And yes, I'm wet... everywhere, and...ahem...not just from the rain either. I'm sort of betting you are too," I replied, winking and nodding my head in the direction of her magazine.

Miss Elle blushed at my reply, then quickly folded up her two magazines and put them on the table. "You saw?" she asked.

"Yep," I said. "She was yummy wasn't she?"

"Very," Miss Elle replied before rummaging around in the side pocket of her beautiful black leather Louboutin shoulder bag and pulling out a small white towel. "And you definitely look wet, but are anything but a mess. Here have this," she said, handing it over the table to me. "You'll be even more gorgeous after a bit of dabbing with that. Use the towel as much as you like but I hope you stay wet at least somewhere. I'm Sarah by the way. Nice to meet you."

"Thanks Sarah, I'm Katie," I replied, taking the towel, barely believing where the conversation was going. "And trust me, the towel will only sort out the wetness you can see," I added, giggling at the brazen way I'd replied to her 'wet' remarks.

I could see Sarah continue to smile at me while I started to gently rub up and down the length of my hair. There was also a perceptible look of lust in her eyes as she watched me dry myself off. I began to think that maybe, just maybe, I'd get myself sorted out in a way I hadn't expected.

"I'm travelling down to London for a trade exhibition at the Excel centre tomorrow. What brings you onto the train this late at night?" Sarah asked while I dabbed up and down.

"I've been on a training course in Manchester all week. I'm on my way home via London now. And thanks for thinking the soggy version of me is gorgeous. You're not exactly seeing me at my best though. You on the other hand are truly stunning. Whatever you do, please don't move seats for more legroom."

"Never," Sarah said. "You're stuck with me til London now. Anyway, if I move somewhere else I wont be able to look at you like I can now."

We both blushed again, Sarah because of the line she'd just delivered, and I for receiving another fabulous compliment from her.

"So, are you okay now?" Sarah asked as I finished with her towel and put it on the seat next to me.

"Well I don't feel quite so bedraggled thanks, but my tights are still soaked," I replied, hoping my hair looked vaguely normal again.

Sarah paused, smiled again and looked me straight in the eye. "Why don't you take them off?"

"What! Here? Now?"

"No one's going to see."

"What about you? You're right opposite me."

"I promise I won’t peek." Sarah paused again momentarily before adding, "Well, not unless you want me too." This time she added a very subtle wink with one of her gorgeous blue eyes to her sexy grin.

"Okay, what if I wanted you to?" I replied, barely able to contain my excitement at where the conversation was going.

Sarah thought for a second before replying. "Then I'd be truly flattered and I'm sure you'd find a way to take them off so I could see."

If I wasn't still giddy with the wine from earlier I would certainly have felt giddy now with the flirts Sarah and I were sharing. Our talk was becoming ever more risqué and I had little self-control over my desire to push the flirts further. Even if I'd had some control, I don't think I'd have used it.

"What would you like to see if you could?" I replied shamelessly.

"You," Sarah said somewhat cryptically.

"Which bit?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Yes."

"I could make us both blush again if I answer."

"Make me blush. I want to know."

"I'd like to see your panties Katie. That's um...if you're wearing any?"

"I'm wearing some...for now at least."

"So, tights off?" Sarah asked, daring me a second time to remove them.

I stared into Sarah's eyes for what seemed like an eternity as I weighed up just how daring I was prepared to be. I'd been insatiable all week lusting after Abi Hames' body, so the decision was a very easy one to make. Without breaking eye contact I stood in my the seat, lifted each side of my skirt and pulled the top of the tights down over my hips until they were bunched around the top of my thighs.

Sarah sat forward in her seat so she could see over the top of the table. She smiled at me one more time before shifting her gaze from my eyes and down my body to my legs. I took off my shoes, sat, then slowly dragged the tights down, lifting one knee and spreading my legs a little once the tights had passed it. I ensured Sarah had a clear view of the tops of my thighs and the front of my beige lace panties. The fact I was wet had never been in doubt, but when I looked down I was even more turned on to see a wide damp patch had spread across the front of them.

"Oh, Katie. You're gorgeous. I can't believe you just did that," said Sarah. "And that doesn't look like it's from the rain," she added.

"Nope. That's from looking at you," I replied.

"Your panties are very sexy, Katie. Do you think they'll stay on if I do this?" Sarah asked, tilting her head to the side and peeking coyly through some strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face. With that, I felt her toes, encased in her sheer nylon stockings, start rubbing seductively up and down my bare calf under the table.

"Maybe they might. Or maybe not," I teased.

"Okay, what about if I do this?" asked Sarah, as her toes rubbed a little higher up my leg until they were caressing over my knee.

I was just about to answer when the train slowed and pulled into Birmingham New Street, the only stop on the trip to London. Sarah withdrew her leg from under the table and sat patiently as the two giggly girls walked past us down the aisle and got off the train.

The carriage was now empty except for the two corrupt bankers sat down the far end of the car, both of whom were still engrossed in their laptops.

Once the train had left Birmingham the toes quickly returned to my leg, rubbing ever higher up my inner thighs. All the time we exchanged nothing but glances, both content for Sarah to explore me in silence. We both slumped down in our seats until the tips of her toes were wiggling and pushing against the damp spot on my panties. I widened my legs a little, allowing Sarah's toes to caress me just that little more firmly. She took full advantage, pushing her toes over my wet and puffy labia through the rough material of the lace.

Sarah eventually broke the silence. "Panties Katie. How about now?"

I was just about to answer when I was interrupted by the crackle of the train's intercom system and the muffled voice of the conductor making an announcement. "Ladies and gentleman, the carriage lights will now be dimmed for the remainder of the journey to Euston. There are lights on each of the tables or on the underside of the overhead racks for those that wish to use them."

Just as he'd promised, the lights dimmed and Sarah and I found ourselves peering at each other through the gloom of the near empty carriage as it sped southwards across middle England. Almost as if that was her cue, Sarah rummaged in the side pocket of her Louboutin and fished out a fountain pen. She looked at me briefly, then casually but very deliberately dropped it on the floor.

"Oops! Silly me," she said. "How careless. I'll um...just go and get that." As Sarah slid off the seat to retrieve her pen from under the table she handed me her neatly folded jacket. "Back in a sec. I'm sure you'll work out what to use this for."

I wasn't entirely sure what to expect but I didn't have to wait long for the answer. I muffled a tiny gasp and felt my face flush as Sarah's lips and tongue nuzzled softly across my knee. I instinctively tilted my hips towards her, loving the teasing touches of her kisses and licks as she moved slowly up my inner thighs.

Sarah was right; I did work out a use for her jacket. I wanted her to have everything I had to give, so lifted my knees up and pushed them against the edge of the table, then slowly spread my legs wide, my skirt riding higher and higher up my thighs until it was round my waist. I opened her jacket out and laid it across my knees, protecting both my modesty and hiding Sarah's explorations from view to the casual eye.

I sighed quietly in delight when the tip of Sarah's tongue gently licked up and down each side of my panty line as it curved down between my legs. The sigh turned to a moan when she replaced the tip with the flat of her tongue and made one long hard sweep from top to bottom over my mound and labia through the lace of my panties.

"Sarah," I whispered. "That ‘maybe not’ I said before Birmingham, it's now a yes please."

She didn't reply or need a second invitation to slip her fingers under the hem of my panties. I pushed my knees against the table and lifted my bum a little off the seat which allowed Sarah to slide them over my hips and round my cheeks. I closed my legs and wiggled them a little, helping Sarah slide my panties down my thighs, calves and off. I felt deliciously wanton as I shuffled my knees wide again, my now naked sex spread beneath the jacket for Sarah's total pleasure.

As she leant into me again, her hair tickled the top of my inner thighs, bringing a rash of goose bumps out across my breasts and down my arms. Sarah finally touched my exposed pussy, her lips grazing my engorged labia as she teased me with tiny kisses and nips up and down each in turn. I squirmed in my seat as she probed and then slipped the tip of her tongue in the groove between my inner and outer labia, then gently drew my inner labia into her mouth, sucking on them softly, gently drawing more and more blood into them.

I was in heaven when Sarah rubbed the length of my wet and swollen lips with one of her fingers. Once moistened, she started gently stroking and rubbing it around my hidden pearl. She knew I was begging for more when I pushed myself hard at her rubs. The fingers on her other hand pulled back my labia, the movement freeing my clit from its nest. Once exposed, she kissed it once softly, then gently started licking and sucking it while rubbing and patting at my entrance with her fingers. I'd always loved constant pressure on my clit. Sarah didn't disappoint. Now exposed, she moulded her mouth to my sex, and was quickly into an incredibly erotic rhythm of licking through my swollen folds, sucking my hard pearl between her lips and rolling it round and round on her tongue. I was dripping wet and started to rock back and forth in my seat, rubbing the full length of my labia up and down over her mouth.

Sarah didn't stop there. Her fingers moved downwards and she started softly caressing and massaging my ring with soft circular strokes. I moaned quietly as the pad of her finger started pressing in ever tighter circles, pushing harder with every turn, gradually stretching me open.

Her mouth left my sex for a moment and her head popped up from beneath her jacket.

"Do you trust me, Katie?" she asked as her finger massaged ever harder at my ring.

"Implicitly," I replied. "What you're doing is amazing!"

With that Sarah disappeared again beneath the table. Not able to wait any longer I pushed my ass hard at her finger until the tip entered me. Sarah just left it there for a moment, allowing me to get used to it, before slowly starting to slide it in and out. Every time she slid it in I relaxed a little more, allowing her to go deeper with every push until her entire finger was inside my ass.

While Sarah fingered my ass, I felt pressure again at the entrance of my pussy. This time it wasn't her fingers, lips or tongue. It was my panties which she slowly started pushing inside me. The lacy material felt incredible as bit by bit it entered my soaking pussy, rubbing roughly over my inner walls as it gradually filled me.

Once my pussy was full with my panties, Sarah started to work her finger in and out of my ass. The sensation as she twisted it when passing through my ring was exquisite, even more so when she started curling the tip deep inside me, the pressure make the panties in my pussy push hard against my sweet spot.

I was panting and on the edge of a powerful orgasm when Sarah decided to be the ultimate tease and stopped finger fucking my ass. She gently pulled her finger out, then very slowly dragged my sticky panties out of my pussy. Her hand briefly popped up from underneath the table and quickly pulled her Louboutin off the seat to join her below. Even though I truly did trust her, I couldn't resist lifting the edge of Sarah's jacket off my knee, intrigued to see what she was doing. Her hands fished around in the bottom of the bag before pulling out the most beautiful clear glass dildo I'd ever seen. It was sleek, but beaded with five rows of quite pronounced balls, each a little larger than the first and had a smooth curve from one end to the other. Sarah looked up at me from under the table. She didn't need to speak as I already knew the question she was asking. I nodded quickly. There was no doubt in my mind. I wanted Sarah to fuck me with the dildo.

The last thing I saw before I plunged Sarah back into darkness was her licking the tapered tip of the first bulb, lubricating it nicely with her saliva. Seconds later I felt the pressure of the tapered tip of the first and smallest ball, but not where I expected it. Sarah had quite deliciously placed it on my bum and was teasing me by rubbing the ball in tiny circles around my rose. The sensation felt amazing and having already had her wet finger sliding in and out of my ass, it didn't take too much pressure for the first ball to stretch me open and pop inside.

My backside gripped the shaft of the dildo and I instinctively pushed my hips and bum hard against it, wanting it deeper. Sarah put pressure on the end again, twisting it slightly with her wrist until the second ball popped inside.

"Your pussy's really tight, Katie," Sarah whispered from below the table as she slowly spun the dildo again, allowing the third ball to stretch and enter me. "Really, tight."

I could sense her almost frowning with the effort of pushing the toy through my ring, but then it dawned on me what she'd just said. Sarah didn't realise she was fucking my ass with it! I didn't care. I was more than happy with where it was.

"This feels amazing Sarah, please don't stop. Just go nice and slowly," I said as I reached down under her jacket and gripped her wrist. Instead of pushing her away I started pulling her in deeper. I also started gently rocking my pelvis at the dildo, needing its full length inside and desperate to feel the largest balls stretch me open then penetrate me.

I was sopping wet and could feel the honey dripping from my empty pussy and running down between my legs. I pulled at Sarah's wrist again allowing the fourth ball, now well lubricated with my juices, to slide easily inside. I let it sit there for a second before pulling Sarah's wrist a final time. My ass throbbed around the fattest part of the toy as I slowly drew it through my ring, then with one final pop, it slipped in. I held the it there for a moment, with Sarah's hand trapped between my thighs, luxuriating at the feeling of having the whole dildo inside my ass.

"Pull it out now, Sarah," I implored as I squirmed my hips in delight at the feeling of having my ass full with the toy.

I opened my thighs, freeing Sarah's hand. She pulled back on the dildo making me whimper a little in sheer ecstasy as she dragged the toy out of my bum. I thrust my ass forward, instantly needing the dildo in deep again. Sarah pushed the first ball back into my ring again and held it there, circling it just inside me.

"Do you want it again, Katie? Do you want this deep in your tight pussy?" she whispered.

I pushed forward on the seat again, desperate to have the beads sliding in again. "Oh, God yesss," I hissed sharply as she eased the dildo deep into my ass for a second time.

I gripped it tightly as Sarah began to slowly ease the dildo in and out. I could feel the orgasm I'd nearly had earlier building deep within me again as the beads rasped back and forth over my ring with each stroke. At the top end of one of the strokes when the toy was buried, I could feel Sarah's fingers search in the darkness again for my clit. She paused momentarily as her thumb brushed over the entrance to my empty pussy.

"Don't stop Sarah," I urged.

"But..."

"Please, just don't stop!"

"Oh my God, Katie," she squealed, finally realising where the dildo really was. "You're naughty!"

To Sarah's credit it didn't bother her that she'd got it so wrong. If anything it spurred her on. "I really need to see this," she whispered frantically as she pulled the toy back out and then pushed it back in deeper than before. "I have to see my dildo in your ass."

I was so turned on, Sarah could have asked for anything and I'd have given it to her. I pulled her jacket off my knees exposing myself to her gaze and to the view of anyone else in the carriage should they happen to look.

"Katie, you have such a pretty bum," said Sarah as she pulled the toy out of my ass again. "Can I kiss it?"

"Quickly, then please keep going. I need it in again," I begged, pushing my hips at the toy.

Sarah leant into me and kissed my ring, making me squeal in delight as her warm wet tongue circled it then probed the tiny gape that the toy had opened up.

"Sarah, put it back in now," I hissed again. "Give it to me!"

"It's hard to believe it'll take all this," said Sarah looking at the dildo as she fed the beads into my ass again, pausing only to lick round my ring while it was stretched round the biggest of the five.

My hands moved to my cheeks, pulling them wide. "Fuck me with it," I pleaded.

Sarah started sliding the dildo in and out of me quicker and quicker while my hips bucked frantically back and forth in time to her increasingly frantic thrusts. I could feel my toes curl and strong spasms in my torso and pelvis as I teetered on the edge of orgasm. Sarah continued to fuck my ass deep and hard with the toy, and sensing I was close to climax started rubbing hard over my swollen pearl in time to the thrusts with the dildo. Having my clit teased and rubbed as well as having the beaded toy pushing in and out of my ass finally took me over the edge to a shuddering climax.

Sarah pulled the dildo roughly out of my ass one last time, just as I flooded myself. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, the convulsions in my pussy squirting my juices out all over Sarah's face and chest.

Once the squirt had subsided, I could feel Sarah's lips meet mine as she kissed and licked me through the rest of my orgasm, then her tongue lap up the trickles of sweet nectar that had run down between my legs. When my climax finally eased, I peeked down at Sarah see what she was doing. She looked a little shocked. A glistening sheen of my honey coated her face and her blouse was plastered to her breasts where I'd squirted over her.

I was shocked too. I'd never done that before and had never imagined I could. "I'm so sorry," I said, holding my fingers over hers.

"Why? I'm not," she replied, looking up into my eyes. With that, Sarah put her hands to her cheeks and slowly rubbed the sheen off, toying with the sticky strands of my juices between her fingers before popping them in her mouth and seductively licking them clean.

"Looks like it's your turn to need this then," I laughed, handing Sarah her towel back from where I'd left it on the seat beside me.

"Looks like," Sarah smiled, as she unbuttoned the soaked blouse and peeled if off her chest.

One fresh blouse from her Louboutin later and Sarah climbed back out from under the table and, almost as if nothing had happened resumed her seat. Her timing was perfect as the lights in the carriage came back up and the train perceptibly slowed until it was almost at a crawl. It wasn't more than a minute or two after that when the bright lights of the platform at Euston started creeping past the window.

"You'll want these," Sarah giggled, tossing my tights and knickers back over the table to me. I could feel they were both still damp. My tights because of the rain and my knickers with my juices from where she'd poked them inside me.

"I think I'll manage without," I grinned as I stood up and slid them inside the zipped side pocket of my travel bag on the overhead rack.

As the train ground to a halt, I straightened my clothes while Sarah quickly freshened up her face and make up using a compact she took out from her Tardis-like Louboutin.

"So, how long are you in London for?" asked Sarah as we walked down the platform together towards the exit.

"I'm staying in a hotel tonight, then getting a train home from Liverpool Street in the morning," I replied. "You?"

"I'm in a hotel too, then off to the Excel early tomorrow."

"Which hotel are you staying in?"

"I'm in The Ambassadors at Bloomsbury. It's only a short walk from the station. I can't believe what just happened on the train. We can't just part our ways like nothing happened." Sarah paused in thought for a moment before continuing. "Do you fancy coming to the exhibition tomorrow with me? The trade stuff might be a bit boring and I do have to manage the stall for a while, but we could have lunch maybe?"

"That sounds fab, but for right now, I have a better idea."

"What's that?"

"Ask me which hotel I'm staying in tonight."

"Okay, which hotel are you staying at?"

"Oh, I'm in The Ambassadors as well."

"Really?" Sarah asked, visibly struggling to believe the co-incidence.

I gazed straight into Sarah's eyes and let a very playful smile spread across my face before I replied. "No, but I am now. You're going to invite me there."

"Oh, I am, am I?"

"Yes, and you're going to ask me right now too."

"Give me one good reason why I should."

"Because there's an exhibition to be had before tomorrow. A private one. You and me. You'll have a totally captive and very receptive audience of one, and I'll take whatever you want to offer me. Every inch of your body in every way if you want. I think I owe you that for the train."

As I slipped my fingers into Sarah’s while walking towards The Ambassadors, I smiled at how lucky I was to have caught the last Virgin.

I'd love to pass on my thanks to two special people without whose input this story never would have been written. The first provided the spark of the idea simply by posting a picture of a train on my wall. She's been fabulous inspiration for me to be able to write something so detailed and sexy. The second was incredibly supportive throughout the writing process with both her encouragement and feedback. You both know who you are and I hope you both know how grateful I am too. Katie xx