In The Beginning – Part 1

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Crisp bags, half-eaten sandwiches and the odd cigarette butt decorated the faded vinyl floor to the buffet car.  I looked briefly at the empty rubbish bin standing, somewhat redundant, below the misted window as the train jerked slightly.  As it began to pull away from the crowded platform, my hand steadied a tepid bottle of Stella Artois as the shabbily dressed and seemingly lifeless bartender returned with my change.  He tossed it carelessly over the unwashed counter before bringing his charm to bear on the next customer.As I raised the bottle to my lips, my mind began to wander.  A sudden burst of adrenaline rushed through me as I pictured her standing there, close to the railings, waiting patiently for me to arrive.  I had deliberately told her that my train would arrive at 8.10 pm, fifteen minutes earlier than scheduled.  And even though she had probably thought to check the train times herself, I knew that she would be there early.  Just standing there, inappropriately dressed, as usual, her embarrassment clearly isvecbahis visible to all who passed by.It would, perhaps, be helpful to explain before I continue.  My name is James, I am twenty-nine years old and I work and live in London.  My girlfriend, Victoria, is twenty-two, extremely submissive and in her final year at college in the West Country.  Our relationship is incredibly strong and she often comments as to how comfortable she feels around me.  Or, more precisely, as she prefers to put it, that we fit like ‘a hand in a glove’.  The love that we have for one another is intense, to say the very least, and our sex life exceeds, by far, anything that either of us has ever experienced.  Having met just over a year ago, I catch a train, after finishing work, on most Fridays to be with her.  And whether it be rain or shine, our weekends together are always eventful.  An early start on the Monday morning is, however, the price that has to be paid as London once again, beckons my return.The train began to slow as it isveçbahis giriş approached my station.  An overwhelming desire for revenge eclipsed my thoughts as I placed the rancid bottle of beer on the floor as far from the bar as possible.  Creating a little extra work for the barman might, I hoped, add just something to his misery.  Grabbing my bag, my mind once again turned to her as I made my way towards the end of the carriage.  The familiar muffled announcements echoed along the crowded concourse as I pulled the window down and reached out. Stepping down to the platform, I turned briefly to help an older lady with her luggage.  After wishing her a lovely weekend, I slammed the train door closed, slung my bag over my shoulder and set off.“Good girl,” I whispered, looking towards the exit.  She was in the exact place that we had arranged, leaning almost casually against the railings to the underpass, her cheeks visibly flushed.  She really was so damn cute.  At just over five foot four inches tall, she was wonderfully isveçbahis yeni giriş slim and her boobs were a perfect 32B cup.  Her almost black, short page boy hairstyle made her look a little tomboyish, I suppose, but it suited her so well.  To be honest, she was absolutely stunning.  Stretching to her toes, she searched through the mass of passengers before spotting me and waving madly.  Her nipples pushed hard against her tight, dark blue T-shirt whilst the short black skirt that she was wearing barely covered her knickers.  With my heart rate surging, I let my bag drop to the ground.  My thoughts jumped immediately from just being with her again to something altogether more obscene as our bodies embraced.  With our lips locked, and tongues deep in battle, we kissed passionately as her back pressed hard against the railings.  Victoria pulled away as our lips parted and I stepped back.  She smiled nervously before widening her stance a little more, still managing somehow, to appear casual.  With her legs almost two feet apart, she looked into my eyes, softly biting her lower lip.  Her already crimson cheeks began to burn as she realised how totally exposed she was to the commuters as they filed up and down the stairs behind her.   

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