I’d noticed the woman sitting opposite me on the late night train when she got on. Her long slim legs caught my eye, and I saw her glancing at me before sitting down. She had shortish black hair, and wore a brown leather jacket over a grey t-shirt. Her denim skirt and converse somehow accentuated how long her legs were. Her phone rang and from what I could hear she was travelling home to go to a funeral. As she hung up she caught me looking at her and smiled sadly before I looked away. She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a hip flask, took a long pull and offered me some. I accepted and we started talking. Her name was Kath and she wasn’t looking forward to the funeral. We were both on the train until it terminated. I said I was sorry and she laughed and drank more. Before long the fiery brandy had loosened us both up and we were swapping life stories. She was funny and sharp and a bit cynical. I needed to use the bathroom and as I staggered drunkenly down the swaying train I decided I liked her and to ask for her number when I got back.
I opened the door to leave the bathroom and suddenly she was standing in front of me. She kissed me hard, pushing me back in, and locked the door behind us. I was hard almost immediately at the prospect of sex and began fumbling with my belt. She bit my lip and leaned back against the sink, using one foot on the bin to push herself up into a seated position. The rubber sole was useful for this. I was still fumbling as her skirt rode up around her hips and exposed skimpily cut black underwear with a scarlet trim to match her lipstick. Finally I was free and the head of my hard cock was pressing against the fabric. Her deft fingers exposed her pussy, a neat slit with a small strip of dark hairs above it. Two of her fingers explored inside and withdrew glistening. She used them on her pink clit as I roughly pushed myself in.