”She looked at me funny, so I did the obvious and kissed her. It only lasted maybe a second, so I said, “Did that feel romantic, or like your brot...er just kissed you?”She got all glassy-eyed, and said, “Yes,” to both questions, and she kissed me just like Shirley had, and I responded the same way.My door was wide open, so I stood up, keeping her from falling, went over, closed, and locked my door.We looked into each other’s eyes and locked lips again, and it was unlike any kiss I had ever had. It was tastefully furnished in modern blond wood furniture and large, comfortable sofas. There was a shag pile carpet in a contrasting deep brown on the floor and I felt it's velvety smoothness on my bare feet.Bare feet! I was naked in a total strangers house, doing everything he said. My cock waved in front of me. I was afraid to touch it, lest I orgasm again. A fleeting thought passed through my mind that I should do that and get myself spanked, but no, that would not be a good way to start. ++++++++++++The ‘bing-bong’ of the tannoy brought me back to reality with a bump. Hastily I stopped what I was doing and tried to smooth down my skirt. Fuck, I had been so close to cumming yet again. Ah well, it would have to wait. I switched off my laptop and prepared to leave the train. The woman opposite me was putting away her papers and gathering her things together. She was obviously getting off at the same station as me.While I scrabbled around trying to cram all my stuff into too small. She had tried to tire them out so that they would just give up and go home. Most did, a few just got angrier.“That was you?”“Yes,” Betsy answered tiredly. “It was a long day.”“Thank you for your help.”When the rioters had finally left, he had been laying on the ground curled in a fetal position trying to protect his face and broken arm from further abuse. He had flinched when an elderly man spoke to him about it being safe. It took some time for him to relax enough to uncurl his body and sit.