As I was playing with them she was nearing her orgasm. She took the shawl and placed it between her lips to stifle her sound. I kept on playing with h...r nipples as she came and her body relaxed. Then I tried to insert my hand inside her pajama but she held my hand and said somebody might see us and it’s not safe. just play with my boobs as they are covered with the shawl and for the pussy, you can touch them over the clothes but don’t go inside. I agreed to it… it was my first time in a train. "No. But I pretended I was." "What did he do next?" "He dry humped my butt." "Were you scared?" "Yes." "Did you feel anything else? Were you excited too?" "Maybe a little. But I didn't want it." "That's ok sometimes our bodies want somethings we don't. What happened next?" "He put his hand in my shirt." "He played with your tits?" "Yeah." So I did as he did it. Then I asked "what next?" "He started rubbing my pussy." "Like this?" "Yes. Then he stopped to put on a condom." I said "but he didn't. The previous week I complained that she’d repeatedly put me off seeing her for three weeks and I intended to see her that weekend to talk about it, and I expected her phone call to arrange it on Friday, at 7.30 as usual. Indeed she promised faithfully to phone.“That call never came, but at midnight, on Friday night mind, remember that, she phoned to say she was at your place and hadn’t been able to phone because the train was delayed three hours. She was phoning from a phone box, Derek.”“But. On Friday, the woman had a standing lunch date with her mother. It was touching, the man thought, that the woman would see her mother so often. He had spent a number of nights cramped in the space between the mother’s house and the one beside it. There, he watched the mother fuss over the woman, fixing her hair here or flattening a collar there. He had watched as they ate dinner together at the kitchen table. The man was grateful that the mother’s home had an open plan living and dining area:.