The Commuter and the Girl on the Train: Groping, Watersports, Pantyhose, Sex Clubs, Crime and Erotica
Description
Robert 58 works as a manager at the head office of the HSBC bank but is in a sexless marriage. He becomes infatuated with Anya 27, a girl he sees every morning on his commute to London on the train. A secret groping encounter leads to him finding out that Anya is unhappily married to a Russian mobster that runs a lap dancing club. He helps her escape after finding out his wife is having an affair and all hell breaks loose.
Enter Cassandra 23, a lap dancer and friend of Anya’s who they also help escape from Anya’s now ex husband Dimitri. The adventure starts in England and progresses to Florida where Robert tries to purchase a villa and stunning motor yacht. However, things do not go to plan and people start getting killed so they end up on the run yet again.
Lots of naughty fun and games with Anya and Cassandra who are bi-sexual, love watersports, nylons, pantyhose and threesomes The story also involves groping on a train, group sex in a fetish club, squirting, fisting and anal.
The Commuter and the Girl on the Train: Groping, Watersports, Pantyhose, Sex Clubs, Crime and Erotica
Table of Contents
Characters
Prologue
Chapter One – First contact
Chapter Two – Fun on the train
Chapter Three – Unexpected coincidence
Chapter Four – Anya calls in distress
Chapter Five – Making plans
Chapter Six – Rescuing Cassandra
Chapter Seven – Threesome with Cassandra
Chapter Eight -Miami
Chapter Nine -The Cuckolds Lounge
Chapter Ten – Cassandra goes missing
Epilogue
Characters
Anya 27 – Girl on the train
Robert 58 – Telling the story
June 54 – Robert’s wife
Cassandra 23 – Anya’s friend
Dimitri 45 – Anya’s husband
Barry 63 – Robert’s contact in Winchester.
Glenn 28 – Young guy in the Florida bar
Kirk Davis – Florida Detective
Prologue
This story is about a girl I see every morning on the train while commuting into London. I don’t know her name but she does notice me when I get on at St Albans and when I caught her staring at me, she quickly looked away while smiling to herself and clearly embarrassed at being caught. I assume she’s in her late twenties and married as she wears a gold wedding ring and looks Eastern European. Slim and attractive with long brown hair and blue eyes, quite tall in her high heels and always wearing an elegant outfit with stockings or tights.
Now just for the record, I’m Robert, also married, in my late fifties and work at the HSBC head office in the City.
Chapter 1
First contact
I have no idea why but I always seemed to end up in the same carriage as her. Maybe because I always try to get on the first or second carriage, so as to avoid the queue to exit at St Pancras station in London. And because the train is almost full by the time I get on, it’s normally standing room only and I always try to stand close to her or if she’s sitting down, where I can view her beautiful, long, nylon covered legs.
This has been going on for a good few months now and about two weeks ago, I ended up standing directly behind her near the exit door. She was trying to act normally but the train was full and we were constantly being pushed into each other. I eventually had to apologize as another rather large male passenger was trying to squeeze past and I was literally pressed right into her.
Surprisingly, she just turned to me and smiled before nervously turning away. I’d never been so close and as I felt her bottom pressed against my bulge, I recognised her expensive perfume, Must de Cartier as it was one of my favourites, of which I always bought for my wife when returning from a business trip abroad. She was also wearing a long black coat and I was sure she enjoyed our close encounter as much as me. My erection was hard to hide and she must have felt it pressing against her bottom. This only lasted for about five minutes as the train terminated at St Pancras and everyone was pouring out onto the platform. I let her walk ahead as I followed behind, staring at her lovely long legs and was pleasantly surprised when I saw her glance behind and our eyes locked for a brief second. I continued walking and just before she disappeared out the main entrance and I was about to go down the steps to the tube, she stopped and glanced around. Again our eyes met and I saw her smiling to herself as she turned and was gone.
The next morning was interesting as when I boarded the train, she was sitting down and as I was standing a few feet away in the gangway. Her coat was undone and she was wearing an above the knees skirt with black tights or stockings. She was texting on her phone and as she looked up and our eyes met, I gave her a friendly smile and was surprised to see her smile back. That was a first and I spent the next ten minutes staring at her legs. She continued scrolling away on her phone and I was sure she glanced up at my cock a couple of times. I wasn’t hard or anything and was wearing my bankers business suit. Then the woman sitting next to her got up to exit at the next station. It was only another five minutes to St Pancras so I continued standing but she then looked up at me and indicated with her eyes for me to sit down. My heart now racing as I never expected that and just as I stepped forward to sit down, another passenger beat me to it. I gave her another smile as I shrugged my shoulders but she promptly got up and moved towards me. Both now standing by the exit door holding onto the handrail, her facing the door and me slightly behind her, I leaned forward and whispered in her ear,
“Hello, you were lucky to get a seat…!”
Turning her head slightly she replied,
“Yes, my name Anya…. Why you look me every morning…?”
“Err… I don’t know, maybe because you’re very attractive…!”
“But you married like me,” she replied pointing at my ring.
“Yes, what a shame,” I replied smiling.
She didn’t speak for what seemed like ages but just as the train began slowing down, she placed her hand over mine on the handrail and held it there until the train stopped and we all exited the carriage. She then walked off briskly as I followed behind in the crowd. She didn’t look back but the fact she held my hand for a good ten seconds or so, my palms were sweating and my heart was definitely beating faster.
The Commuter and the Girl on the Train:
Groping, Watersports, Pantyhose, Sex Clubs, Crime and Erotica