This story is copyright Amanda 2004 © please do not reproduce this work without my prior approval as it is close to my heart.
Carla felt a shiver run down her spine as an icy blast of wind whipped down the train station platform belying the fact that it was only late October and the clear sky hinting at the warmer days of summer that had just ended. It was this fact that had made Carla put on a thin blouse and stockings with her light grey business suit rather than something a little warmer. She tried to stop the wind blowing her long blonde hair across her pretty, expertly made up, face with one hand whist the other held the hem of her short skirt to stop it lifting.
Finally the wind eased and Carla managed to arrange her hair just as the early morning commuter train pulled into the station. As usual she opened the door of the end carriage and sat in the bank of 4 seats that didn't have a table between them so she could stretch out her long slender legs. It was the only good thing about having to get the early train, the fact that on most journeys she had all 4 seats to herself, unless some guy sat opposite and spent the whole journey pretending not to look at Carla's legs.
Carla opened her newspaper and started to read away the boring journey. Just as the train was pulling out however she heard the carriage door slide open and, thinking it was the inspector coming to check the tickets she glanced up over the top of her paper, just as a girl of about 18 but wearing school uniform of black and white saddle shoes, white ankle socks, grey pleated skirt, white silk blouse and black and red stripped tie. Her dark hair was tied in bunches at each side. As Carla watched the girl slid onto the seat opposite her.
"Warm in here, isn't it?" The girl said after a couple of minutes. Carla lowered her paper to reply and was confronted by the sight of the girl staring straight into Carla's eyes as she slowly pulled the knot of her tie down to 'Half Mast' and undid the top 3 buttons of her blouse.
"Er, yes. I suppose it is." Carla agreed noticing for the first time how very warm it was despite the cold morning outside. Just as Carla was about to return to her paper the girl crossed her right leg over her left knee, her foot gently scraping Carla's stocking clad calf. The girl smiled but said nothing and so Carla just returned her attention to her paper.
"My name is Angelina." The girl suddenly announced.
"What?" Said Carla "Oh I see, sorry, I'm Carla." As Angelina uncrossed then crossed her legs, once more brushing Carla's calf, causing Carla to look down and as she did so Angelina picked up a bottle of water and, tipping her head back and causing her firm young breasts to press against the material of her blouse, took a long draught. "Mmmm, that's so nice when it's so hot." Angelina purred as she licked her now moist lips.
Carla found herself swallowing, her throat dry. Again Angelina recrossed her legs.
"Don't warm train journey's make you feel sleepy." Angelina said as a statement of fact, not a question. "You look a little sleepy, to me."
Carla stifled a yawn and agreed.
"White cotton." Angelina stated.
"I beg your pardon?" Carla asked, somewhat confused. Mistress
"My panties. They are white cotton. I couldn't help but notice you looking." Carla started to protest but Angelina ploughed on "Oh it's Ok, I'm used to it, although, usually it's the men that try to get a flash. Are you gay?"
Carla's faced flushed as she said. "No! I most certainly am not."
"It's Okay to be gay." Angelina almost sang.
"I know it is." Carla said, sounding like she was defending herself. "But I'm not."
"Then why?" Angelina asked uncrossing her legs and, with her knees together, placed her feet either side of Carla's. "Were you looking at my white cotton schoolgirl panties?"
"I.. I wasn't it was just the way you kept catching my leg." Carla said sounding very unsure.
"Do you like my touching your leg then, is that it and not my white cotton schoolgirl panties?" Angelina asked her legs sliding forward so that her thighs brushed against Carla's as her knees parted. Angelina let her hand pull the hem of her skirt higher so that her panties were just visible.
"I don’t mind you looking at them." Angelina said softly. "You seem to like them and I want you to. I want you to look at my white cotton schoolgirl panties, Carla. When people look it makes them hot and when they get hot they want to lick my pussy. I like that, having people lick my pussy because they got all hot and horny looking at my white cotton schoolgirl panties."
Carla couldn't tear her eyes away as Angelina's fingers started to stroke her panties with her long red fingernails. "Come close, Carla." Angelina instructed. "You will be able to see my white cotton schoolgirl panties so much better if you kneel between my legs."
In one fluid motion Carla slid forward on her seat and sank to her knees as Angelina also slid forward, offering her panties for inspection.
"You like looking at my white cotton schoolgirl panties, don’t you, Carla." Angelina said, not asked. "Just looking at them makes you hot and horny, you want to taste the pussy that is within my white cotton schoolgirl panties, don’t you, you little whore."
Carla licked her dry lips, she could almost taste the cum that she knew would soon be there, and watched as Angelina slid one long manicured finger under the side, lifting the material away from the prize she kept within. "How easy you are taken." Angelina said, a hint of disappointment hanging in the air after the words had ceased.
"Come and quench your thirst, Carla. Taste my honey on your tongue." Angelina said as she put her hand behind Carla's head and directed her newest conquest towards the source of her power.
Any resistance that Carla had was long since dried up and eagerly she abased herself before her desire.