Midnight Train For Georgia by WolfyLikes..,
Georgia sat staring into space, office life carrying on around her while she gazed blankly out of the window. Her mind wandered, wondering and planning how to change her evening around.
It was Friday afternoon, and her dilemma was that her sales team had hit an all-time record, and pulled in a lucrative deal. Their boss had bought several boxes of wine and lagers for them to toast their success. Normally that would have been brilliant news, but Georgia had promised she’d travel back down to London to spend time with her parents at their home as it was her mother’s birthday.
She quickly snapped back to reality and checked available train times. That mode of transport would get her home quicker and allow her to have a few drinks, something she couldn’t do if driving back. The train station was only five minutes’ walk away so she set an alarm on her phone and booked the ticket.
Georgia had never had a proper serious relationship. She was far from being a virgin but had put all her efforts into university and pushing herself workwise that she didn’t allow time for a full-time relationship. She had a couple of friends with benefits and wondered if she should indulge her mother with details of one of them when the inevitable question came up about settling down. Georgia was quite happy renting her small apartment on her own.
She phoned her mum to tell her she’d let herself in as it would be late and asked her to sort out an outfit for her to wear the following day. Despite moving into the apartment three years ago her bedroom at her parents was still intact, along with a lot of her clothes. This would also mean Georgia wouldn’t need to pack a case to travel with. Out of the office, straight onto the train, no messing about.
The evening turned out to be fun. It helped that there was only one other woman around the same age as herself, twenty-six years old. There were two others but they’d been around for a while, both in their fifties, which meant when the drinks started flowing, the flirty comments started to be aimed at herself and her young accomplice. Georgia had taken a shine to a guy she’d been talking to, she hadn’t recognised him and when asked he told her he was Dave and he worked at one of the smaller offices in the city and not at the main office.
Music played loudly, Georgia gyrating sexily around Dave, both of them enjoying teasing each other. She pulled Dave into a corridor and kissed him hungrily, forcing her tongue down his throat. His hands wandered over her body, squeezing her arse and tits, her hand wandering down over his growing bulge. They quickly sprang apart as a door opened, pretending they were both chatting. Georgia looked at her watch, she had about thirty minutes before she had to leave for her train. She excused herself saying she needed the toilet. Getting in there she quickly removed her bra and slipped it into her handbag, then slid her thong down over her stocking-clad legs and placed that into her bag also, noting how damp the gusset was.
Going back to the main room she looked around for Dave. Her idea was to drag him to the toilets, even if people saw them go, and ride him as hard and fast as she possibly could. Disappointedly, she couldn’t find him, someone telling her that they thought he’d left. Soon the alarm sounded on her phone, so she made her way to the train station.
Getting there she was confused as to how many people were about. Birmingham New Street is a busy train station at most times, but tonight seemed overly busy, especially at 11.30 pm. She saw a guard and asked him why to be told the concert had finished and there were a lot more people than normal trying to get home. It didn’t help that a train had been cancelled meaning more people were waiting for the train she was to catch.
Georgia had forgotten about the concert, a famous singer was visiting the city. People were getting agitated with waiting, more so when an announcement rang out that some of the extra carriages would be standing only to try to get everyone on board as the next train wasn’t for another thirty minutes. The train finally arrived to ironic cheers and a crowd of people surged for the doors. Georgia found herself moving with the crowd, trying to get through to another part of the train, but giving up with her attempts useless.
Getting into a carriage it was a standing one, with no seats at all. The carriage quickly filled, with no space between people as they packed in like sardines. Any thoughts of walking the train to wait for a seat were quickly dismissed from Georgia’s thoughts. At least she was on the train, she’d hold put until it emptied a little, then try to find a seat.
The train started moving, Georgia putting a hand up to one of the leather grab handles to steady herself as the train rocked its inhabitants like they were bobbing about in the sea. Various bodies around her nudged into her occasionally, usually getting by a sorry, even though it was inevitable with the train swaying and bumping. She felt someone move behind her, the back of a hand resting along her arse. Georgia turned and saw a man behind her. He was a little shorter than she was, mainly due to the six-inch heels she was wearing. He was around her age, quite decent looking although he wasn’t looking at her directly. He was leaning on the carriage wall, in a corner so nobody was behind him.
The train rocked and the hand brushed along the crease of her arse, a firmer touch. Once they’d stopped rocking the hand stayed where it was. She felt the fingers move slightly, brushing slowly across her buttocks, then down to her thighs. Georgia was wearing a black skirt that reached halfway down her thighs, but the hand had found the split at the back. She trembled as fingers grazed across her skin, down over her stocking tops, then back up again. They stopped on her thigh, pushing inwards between her legs. That was the point when she remembered her underwear was in her handbag still.
Georgia quickly looked around. Nobody seemed to have noticed or was doing a very good job of ignoring it. She glanced over her shoulder, but still, he wasn’t looking, facing away to look down towards the carriage. She could have cried out. She could have made a scene. But something inside her told her not to. Maybe it was the trickle of her pussy juice starting to ease from her. Maybe it was Dave who had left her high and dry. Either way, she felt a weird pleasure at being groped with so many people around.
She jumped a little as the fingers edged upwards. She bit her lip as the hand snaked upwards and paused, tantalisingly close. If they were waiting for an invitation they got it when Georgia altered her legs slightly and her thighs parted a little more. What seemed like an eternity later, one solitary finger slid into her wet folds. Georgia darted her head, looking around anxiously. Surely someone else had heard the sound of her pussy squelching at the touch, it seemed so loud?