Sexy Train Ride

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Mid-week high-speed train trips between London and Switzerland are never very busy, especially in the first-class carriage. As controller, I am happy to see that as we near our departure time, there are no passengers on board. I mentally wish there won't be anyone so that I can relax and maybe even take a nice nap until we reach Paris…

Less than a couple minutes before the doors are automatically closed, I hear rapid footsteps and then the sound of luggage being pulled up the stairway. I turn around and begin to walk towards the hurrying passenger at the other end of the car. I am surprised to meet this most beautiful lady who is pulling on her luggage while catching her breath.

- You are headed for Paris madam? I ask politely.

- Yes, in fact I am going to Switzerland… I am on the right train I assume?

- You certainly are. Welcome aboard our first-class carriage, madam.

- Thank you. My husband suggested I take first-class because there would be less people on board.

- Your husband must know about train traveling, as you are the only passenger to have boarded the train madam. And I suggest you find a seat rather quickly as we will be rolling in a matter of seconds.

I kneel to pick up a piece of paper that I inadvertently dropped and my eyes admire the lady's lovely leather boots. They are knee-high with a zipper on the instep and a very sexy stiletto heel that must be about four inches high. But what really catches my eye is the slit skirt the lady is wearing. It reveals the lower part of the reinforced nylon welt of her stockings!

- You seem to be quite interested in my nylon stockings…?

- Pardon my curiosity madam, but we don't see many ladies wearing such beautiful hosiery nowadays. I would say most women wear tights and that is a shame.

- I agree with you. I personally dislike tights. These are real thigh-high full-fashion stockings, as you can see…

As she tells me about her hosiery, she boldly lifts her skirt past the top of the reinforced welt to confirm she is telling the truth!

- They are absolutely gorgeous garments ma'am… I say in a shy manner. I suggest you find a seat for yourself madam, as we are getting under way now.

- Anywhere?

- You have the choice, as you are the only passenger on board this carriage until we reach Paris! I tell her with a large grin on my face.

She seems somewhat surprised to be the unique person on board as she slowly sits down in the seat next to her. With her right hand, she reaches for the front zipper that holds her black leather jacket tightly closed up to her neck. I offer to take her luggage and place it in a secure spot between empty seats and watch the longhaired lady make herself comfortable. For some reason, she has some sort of devilish smile on her beautiful face…

The way she rests in her seat suggests she won't be staying there very long. Her shapely legs are still hanging in the aisle and she is looking at me in a funny manner.

- I have a feeling that you are definitely a female leg connoisseur, mister controller… She coyly says. If we are to be all by ourselves from here to Paris, I guess we can get better acquainted. I am Saffy…

- My name is John, at your service madam.

- Please call me Saffy. I don't really like the madam bit, as it tends to make me feel older than I am and I just hate that.

- Very well Saffy. May I offer you something to drink? A coffee, Perrier or a soft drink maybe? Unless the lady would prefer an alcoholic beverage of course…

- You are very kind, but not right now, John. I just need to make sure my garters are well fastened before I get seated comfortably.

Saying that, she stands in the aisle and lifts her skirt again, showing me her nylon welts while she rests her buttocks against the table. She is standing on the tips of her boots as her skirt rises further up. I just can't move my eyes away from those muscular thighs, encased in the dark grey nylon stockings… The garter snaps seem to hold her nylons tightly enough and I am puzzled by the way this lady flirts with me. She did tell me she was a married woman…

- Aren't these red garter snaps and ribbons truly sexy John? For a legman like yourself I presume you will agree with me on my tastes for undergarments? She asks with a large grin on her lovely face.

- Yes ma'am…! Very sexy underwear indeed, I politely reply.

Like a very young girl, she is holding her feet pointing inside and stands on her tiptoes while showing off her shapely legs to me. Her smile is quite warm and inviting but I am on duty and even though there is nobody else in this section of the train, and there is no way people from the economy class can reach this carriage, I prefer to behave and keep my distances…

Saffy is still pulling at her skirt and is closely inspecting her front garter snaps. I remain there, standing in the aisle and admire her very shapely legs. I notice that she is wearing lots of jewelry. I presume she is the wife of some rich businessman, whom she is joining for a weekend of pleasure in Switzerland. My eyes are riveted to her nylons and I would love to caress their shiny and smooth surface…! The creases behind her knee show that these must be vintage nylons that are pre-shaped to women's legs. The successive reinforced bands of the wide welt make them very appealing. I find myself privileged to witness such a scene!

- I will get a bit more comfortable, if you don't mind John. It is very warm in here don't you think?

- I can lower the temperature for you ma'am…

- No, please don't bother. I am sure it is the leather jacket that makes me feel a bit overheated. She says laughing.

I remain close by as she gets rid of her jacket to reveal a tight fitting top that molds her heavy breasts to her best advantage! My goodness is this girl beautiful! And if I am not mistaking, I am positive she isn't wearing a bra…!

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