It's Wednesday morning, you're sitting on a mid-morning train in an empty carriage. You've put in for a new job a couple of weeks ago, and had a reply asking you to attend a selection process in the city. You've arranged the day off work, but of course not told them where you're going. The train is swaying gently as it hums over the tracks, the rhythm of it lulling you off into a mild daydream. Your mind drifts over the preparations you've made.... That morning, you've taken extra care with your appearance, agonising over every detail. Fresh from the bathroom, you chose underwear very carefully. You have some fantastic lingerie, but this IS a business meeting, so you've kept it fairly simple. Clean white panties, a white, lace-edged plunge bra, then stockings and a suspender belt, just for the hell of it. Next, a plain white blouse with a conservative neckline. A red skirt suit cut just above the knee, with black edging to show off the colour. Plain black shoes, nothing too high, just enough of a heel to highlight the shape of your calves. The longest job was the make-up, very light and simple again, but very carefully applied. A little tasteful jewellery and you were ready to go knock 'em dead. The train slows to another station, and you look back from the window. A guy is getting on, and you sit up to get a better look. He's tall, somewhere around 6 foot, with shoulder length brown hair. He's wearing a tight white t-shirt, and you run your eyes down his body. Now THAT is a great body. You swallow a little nervously, as you realise he has noticed you staring at him. Quickly you go back to looking out the window. He has sat directly opposite you! You keep looking determinedly out of the window, but you're listening all the time. He's opened a bag, you hear the long low burr as he pulls a zip back. Rummaging. Paper shuffling. He's probably some city type, on a day off, trying to look cool. You look back at him quickly, and he's looking at you. He smiles, it's a warm friendly smile and it compels you to smile back. You can't stop looking at him. It's his eyes! Liquid pools of hazel brown, drawing you in. It's hypnotic just staring into those eyes, as the train gathers speed. You realise you're getting aroused, you can feel something stirring deep inside. Damn this train, it must be the rhythm of it vibrating the seat. You break away from those eyes, and look quickly of the window again. You tell yourself to stop being silly. He's hardly noticed you. You have a meeting to go to. He's not your type. Unconsciously, you cross your legs towards him. You can feel the smoothness of your legs in the stockings rub against each other , and the heat at the top of your thighs where the stockings end. It feels good. Christ, you never realised you were so horny. You smile wryly to yourself. You settle yourself deeper into the seat, and concentrate on the feeling that the vibration of the train is giving you. You can feel that warm damp sensation starting between your legs, and it's just what you wanted. You start to imagine sliding your hand down between your legs and fondling yourself, it makes you wetter still. His leg is brushing against yours as train sways from side to side. His leg feels so cool, or is it your skin is so hot? Every time you touch, it sparks off an electric sensation in you. You look back at him again, you just 't help it. Is my face flushed? Are my nipples pointing out? He 's still looking at you, but now he has a wide smile on his face. You desperately try to think about something else, anything else, but you can't. This is ridiculous. You've not even spoken to him, but want him to take you right now. You lick your lips nervously, he raises an eyebrow. At last he speaks. He leans forward, his face just an inch or two from yours; "Miss, I am going to fuck you senseless, and you're going to beg me to do it!" His voice is low, just above a whisper, and sexy as hell. It sends a thrill of excitement through you. You should be slapping his face. You should be running screaming into another carriage. Why are you still sitting here? Obviously, you want that fucking as much as he does. You say nothing, your mouth is dry, you just nod quickly. He leans forward and pulls open your jacket. Now he is totally in control. His hands are everywhere, on your neck, in your hair, holding your face. You grab hold of him, to pull him against you. You want to feel him pressing against your mound, damn, you want to feel ANYTHING pressing against your mound. His tongue is alive in your mouth, and you kiss him back . Your jacket is off now, and you try to get his clothes off. Instead, he reaches down between you and rips your blouse open! He forces it back off your shoulders and bunches it behind your back. Your arms are trapped at the wrist! You can't get them free. Try as you will, you cannot get your arms out of the sleeves. Then you realise, this is exactly what he wanted. He lowers his head to your body. He kisses the base of your neck, as he kneels between your legs. His lips and tongue on your skin is driving you wild. One hand slips inside the cup of your bra, and caresses the soft skin of your breast. His fingers pull at your nipple, as his mouth trails to your other breast. He squeezes hard at your nipple, and then takes the other one into his mouth. It feels so good! You're dying for his hands on your pussy, his mouth, his tongue. He senses this, and pushes you back onto the seat. He pulls your hips forward and slides that skirt right up. You imagine how this would look if anyone walked in. Sprawled back on the chair, practically topless with your nipples hard between his fingers, skirt rucked up your waist. You don't care. You just need a man, this man, right now. He pulls your panties off. Instantly, his finger slides between your lips and he teases you for a moment. He pushes one, two then three fingers inside you, and it's wonderful. You can smell your sex in the air. He takes his fingers from inside you, and runs them back up to your breasts. He lowers his head, and then his tongue is there. His tongue is so soft, so warm, and it feels so good. He runs it and over your clit. Softly, then harder, then softly again. He pulls your nipples with his thumb and forefinger, and then sucks your clit into his mouth again. He's sucking your clit, and running his tongue over it at the same time, and it drives you wild. You're moaning and thrusting your hips up to meet his face. You're so close.... "Don't stop, you bastard, don't fucking stop...". You realise you're saying this out loud. He moans into your pussy, then pushes a finger right inside you as he licks you harder and faster still. He's not stopping this time, and you know this is it, you're going to come. You squeal as you buck your hips hard into his face, and feel the orgasm burst inside you. He doesn't stop to take a breath, simply lifts you up and frees your hands. You kneel before him, and take down his jeans. He has no underwear on, and his cock is stiff in front of you. You run your hand over it, and get ready to give him best blowjob he's ever had. Before you can even start though, he stops you and stands you up. "This isn't about me, this is about you" he says. Then he turns you round, and makes you kneel on the floor, leaning forward against the seat. Before you know it, you the head of his cock is brushing against you. You love it from behind, it feels so deep and it gets you right where it feels best. Your lips part slowly, and you push back. He won't push into you. He keeps just at the edge of your pussy, the head of his cock brushing your lips. You need him inside you, right now! Desperately, you try to force your way back onto his cock, but he stops you every time. You moan, but he won't give you what you need. Finally, you're begging him to fuck you, to screw you, to take you. As you say this , he suddenly plunges his prick into you, filling your pussy and stretching it wide. Oh God, yes, this is what you needed. You rock against him, and he begins to stroke inside you. Every push feels so good, every thrust makes you gasp as your pussy is filled with his cock. He starts to thrust harder, then he's talking to you. He's talking dirty, whispering how good you feel, how soft your pussy is. He keeps talking about coming inside your cunt, and the crudeness of his words turns you on even more. Now his hands are busy , one reaches round to your nipples, kneading your breasts, and other snakes down between your legs. He's fucking you, talking you, fingering your clit, squeezing your nipples, your body feels as though it's being attacked from every angle. Then he starts to come inside you and it's too much. You scream into another orgasm as his come floods your pussy. He grabs your hips, pulls you hard against his cock, and slides one wet finger into your ass. Oh Christ, you can't stop coming and coming and coming... You slowly become aware of your surroundings. He's no longer inside ... You look round, and he's gone! How long has passed? You have no idea. As you start to straighten your clothes, and head for toilet, you realise you'll never see him again. Oh well, you have no regrets; it was just once but it was worth it. Looks like you'll have to do a little shopping before the interview though, as the suit, blouse and stockings are all ruined. And what became of your underwear...? Much later, you have regained some of your composure. You have managed to pick up the things you needed before the interview, and the prissy secretary sitting not ten feet from you has no idea that less than two hours ago you were screaming in ecstasy in a train carriage somewhere. You can't feel nervous now, too much has already happened today to make you care whether or not you get this job. The door opens to your right, and a tall well-suited man steps out to greet you. The first thing you see is those deep brown eyes.......