The Train!

And to tell the truth, just holding on to his arm like that, with her head against his shoulder, just felt so comfortable, so relaxing.  Somehow, she just felt safe.  After a short while, Julie became aware of the same light tickling sensation on her leg.  She became aware of Ed’s hand lying between them, and she could feel his fingers lightly sliding back and forth the tiniest bit on her leg.  She figured it was unintentional due to the train and her newfound hypersensitivity to touch.  As before, it was such a pleasant sensation.  She just relaxed against him and enjoyed the simple feeling.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that she realized something was intentional in his movements.  With the train’s motion, his hand would slide sideways or slightly up her leg but never seemed to slide back downward.  She opened her eyes just the tiniest bit and peered at Ed without moving her head.

Sure enough, he was looking at her lap with the utmost concentration.  Julie followed his gaze to see what had caught his attention.  Honestly, she was a little shocked to see the state of her dress bunched up much farther than she would normally have allowed.  And to make matters worse, her knees were not in their normal lady-like position but rather parted quite far!  She knew this was mostly due to Sandy’s bag between her legs, but there was no reason her knees still couldn’t be together.

But all of this went through her mind in a detached way.  In the row of seats on this part of the train, the only thing in front of her was the back of the next row, so she knew she was not flashing anybody.  And there was something sweet about this cute boy, Ed, obviously trying to get a better look at her.  Sitting like this with her little red dress pulled up so far on her thighs, she had only herself to blame.  The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass Ed again, like before, so she just closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hand rubbing her dress lightly over her stocking.

When the train suddenly lurched sideways, it wasn’t Ed’s hand sliding up her leg or the tightening of her dress across her lap that snapped her attention back to the present as much as the sharp intake of breath she heard from Ed.  When she slowly opened her eyes again, it took a moment to realize exactly what she was looking at.  Somehow, her legs parted even more, her knees outside her spread feet.  This had exposed even more of her thighs, and she could now see the top of the white thigh high on her right leg.  She stared at this moment, confused, forgetting she was even wearing stockings instead of pantyhose.

Then she heard a slow exhale from Ed and realized he must have been holding his breath.  Looking at her like this, she smiled dreamily, thinking how cute Ed was.  The sweet old man had looked after her so well on her trip home.  She certainly didn’t mind if he enjoyed looking at her a little.  There was certainly no harm in that!  She again closed her eyes and listened to the now quick, short intakes of breath by the old, sweet man beside her.  But then his breathing stopped altogether again.

Curious, Julie opened her eyes.  To her surprise, she saw he was leaning his head forward.  Again, it took a few moments for her to realize what exactly he was doing, but finally, it became clear.  He was trying to look even further up her dress!  She couldn’t help but smile again at the studious look on his face as he tried to get his head in the proper position while keeping the rest of his body from moving.  There was something about it that seemed too cute, trying so hard, looking so determined!

Barely suppressing a giggle she felt from bursting out, she watched him strain his neck, gaining perhaps an inch more.  But from the look on his face, she knew he was not seeing all that he wanted.  ‘What the heck,’ she thought.  ‘He’s been so sweet to me.’  And without another thought, she tightened her butt and slid herself forward about an inch in her seat so that her dress rode up another few inches.

As she peered at the pale-yellow panties now on display between her spread thighs, she heard a sound almost like a cough coming from beside her as Ed expelled a small burst of breath.  Her eyes drifted to his face, and the amusing image of a young adolescent looking through a Victoria’s Secret catalog ran through her head.  And it wasn’t as if she were wearing anything sexy, only plain cotton panties.  She surely wouldn’t have done that if she wore one of Sandy’s panties.  But in any case, he sure did seem to be enjoying the view.

Suddenly, as if sensing her eyes on him, he peered up at her.  When he saw her looking back at him, his eyes widened almost comically as he sat up straight and pulled his hand from her leg, causing her head to bounce off his shoulder.  The last thing Julie wanted was for him to feel bad about what had happened (which she knew was largely her own doing), so even as he turned away, she gently put her head back on his shoulder, hooked her left arm around his right and murmured, “It’s OK, Ed.”

She could still feel the tension in his arm and knew he wasn’t reassured.  Concerned, she pulled his left arm to her side and slid his hand back to where it had been on her leg with her right hand still on his forearm.

“Those light touches feel really nice, really.”

With her eyes closed again, she didn’t notice when he slid his arm back onto her leg.  It caused the hem of her dress to slide all the way up to the point where it revealed the leg band of her panties on the top of her left thigh.  She also didn’t realize that in pulling his hand toward her, his hand rested on the inside of her leg rather than the outside.  What she did notice, however, was that after a few moments, his body finally seemed to relax.  A moment later, she felt his hand move ever so lightly against her skin.  She smiled to herself, glad she had not embarrassed him again, and let her mind wander amid the pleasant tickling sensations coming from her leg.

Julie felt happy and content.  After a few minutes, she noticed that his touches, still pleasantly light, traveled along her thigh.  It was such a different sensation when he brushed his fingers over the top of her stocking instead of touching her bare skin.  She opened her eyes a little and watched his hand making small circles, his fingers floating gently over the exposed skin on her thigh, tracing along the edge of her stocking, then sliding over their white material.  She found it incredibly relaxing.

The movement circles seemed to be getting a little larger each time around.  On one pass upward on the woman’s thigh, Julie saw the tip of his pinky brush lightly against the yellow cotton of her panties, pressing gently into the soft pad of flesh of her outer labia before his hand slowly traveled back toward her stocking.  She noticed this in a detached way, the sensation of the touch so close to her most private places feeling much the same as when he touched her leg through her stocking.

The next time his hand came around, his finger once again brushed against the same area of her panties, traveling a little longer along the edge of her panties.  Julie watched his motions with only the slightest curiosity, feeling increasingly relaxed.  When Ed stopped the circular motions of his hand and settled on that one area of her panties, now sliding up and down on the side of her crotch closest to him with his middle finger, she began closing her eyes again, feeling on the verge of sleep.

Ed’s finger slid lightly up and down a few more times, then paused slightly before sliding sideways, up and down over the bulge of Julie’s sex to the other side.   Her eyes snapped open.  As his fingers slid over her panties, grazing her outer lips through the cotton material, a different, intense sensation jolted through Julie’s body.  It was as if a tuning fork had been struck in her crotch, which vibrated through her stomach, moving up through her chest to settle in her nipples.

In contrast to all the sensations she had been experiencing until this point, that one touch was so…sexual.  Almost immediately, her body reacted as she felt her nipples harden and felt a new kind of heat generating between her legs.  She watched as Ed’s finger gently stroked the right side of her panties and felt her body flinch again as it traveled back over her mound, stimulating that same spot and sending another jolt of pleasure through her.  She had never felt such an immediate rush of pleasure so abruptly before!

Her eyes were glued to the tip of his middle finger as it slid upward along the side of her panties, tracing the same path as before.  Still, somehow, the sensation was so much different now.  His finger traveled up, next to the vertical line of her lips, and slowly passed over her pubic area to the right side.  She felt her hip strain to the right as if trying to follow his finger and make contact again with that one spot that felt so good!  But his finger circled all the way down before centering itself on her panties again, pressing lightly upward through her panties into the small depression where her opening was.  The feeling was incredible, his finger touching her there at her entrance, but it wasn’t like that other feeling…

Ed’s finger stopped.  Julie subtly began tilting her hips forward, attempting to move his touch upward, where she so wanted to be touched again.  Finally, she felt his finger slowly slide upward along the folds of her lips.  When his finger passed over the small bump of the hood of her clit, she uttered the smallest grunt as her hips twitched and a new wave of pleasurable vibrations coursed through her.

Julie looked at Ed’s finger, resetting itself low between her legs, starting to slide upward once again, her hips again turned downward to guide his touch.  She no longer thought of him as a sweet old man.  All she could think about was those fingers and how she needed to be touched by them, needed to feel their pleasure!