Back in my 30's I was living in South London, attached but still kept half an eye on SH. I chatted to a few people, and met even fewer. Some were one night stands, mostly visiting couples staying in hotels, and some went on for a while (generally South London couples looking for a bull/Dom). But there was one local lady who I got chatting to and eventually had repeated meets with. Most first meetings I find are either in pubs or bars for a social, or homes or hotels when people just want to dive straight into it. But our first meeting was rather unusual, and this is the tale ofit.
My memories have faded somewhat so I'm not sure how we started chatting, but we did. She was looking for older guys, but the fact that we were very local meant that she was happy to keep chatting away. As we talked about local things we eventually realised that our paths crossed occasionally on the train. Depending on how late I was running for work she would occasionally get on my train at the next station.
This sparked her imagination and so we arranged a rendezvous, with a twist.
On the prearranged day I set off late for work, knowing full well that she'd be getting on my train. Because it was a later train it was a lot quieter with lots of seats. Usually I'd tuck myself away in a corner pair seat with my book, but this time I sat on one of the larger seats, where it's two seats side by side facing another pair of seats with what can only be laughingly described as a table. Anyone that's caught the train regularly in London will know what I mean. Regular commuters will also know that people have 'their' seats on their train, so she was able to tell me exactly which seat I should sit in to fit in with her plan.
Somewhat nervously I waited as my train pulled into the next platform. I looked out of the window at the faces passing by as the train slowed to a stop, wondering if I'd catch a flash of her face. I thought I had, but then the train stopped and I turned my attention back to my book as I heard the doors open.
I was sitting with my back to the door as they opened and the passengers got on board. Naturally I looked up as some moved down the train to where I was sitting. One older guy gave me a slight, scowl as he took the seat opposite me, which I expected as I knew I was sitting in 'his' seat. A younger severe woman sat diagonally opposite from me, probably similarly discomforted by my alien presence in their bit of the train. And then my rendezvous moved to sit next to me.
There is something very thrilling about the first time you meet someone in the flesh. We had exchanged face photos, so we knew what each other looked like. She had also seen full naked body photos of me, which felt strange....this woman having seen me, and my arousal, and now sitting next to me as a stranger.
I was able to take a brief look at her before she sat down. Obviously it had to be brief or her travelling companions would have wondered what I was doing staring at her!
I knew she was in her fifties but she had that ageless character that many women of colour possess. She was smartly dressed and had the appearance of someone in a senior role heading off to work. Her blouse had one button too many undone, something she remedied during the journey whilst making a jokey comment to her colleagues about giving people too much of an eyeful. A comment which had my cheeks flush red as I had been enjoying the glimpse of her majestic cleavage.
She was about 5'4, and would be well described as a BBW. Sitting down beside me her body pressed against mine, train seats aren't exactly spacious so there was no excuse needed for her to sit so close! She gave me the most cursory glance as she sat down, but as she did so she gave me the tiniest wink and grin.
The doors had already closed as the train pulled away from the station. I took out my phone and sent a message "good morning Miss  ", and tried to hide my shock as her phone beeped loudly as my message arrived. I tried to look as if I was already engaged in a conversation, so it didn't look as if I was messaging her. She took out her phone, read my message and I had just enough time to switch my phone to silent mode before her reply arrived....
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