Railway Rendez-Vous

I sat on the bench in the quiet evening sunlight, enjoying the cool breeze and the last rays of the spring day. I looked across the tracks to the other platform and spotted the movement I had been patiently awaiting.

It was the flash of colour that gave her away, that and her careless grace in the high, high heels she had on. That was my cunt, all right. Right on time.

She had arranged this rendez-vous, although I wasn't the intended participant and she didn't know I was here. She thought I was safely at home.

She had her hair up in a more severe style than was usually the case when I saw her, fitting given her intended role this evening. She had on a long, dark coat covering her from neck to just above her knees. It wasn't fully closed, so every so often as she strutted down the platform a flash of thigh would show through the front of the coat, confirming that she was wearing stockings for those observant enough.

They were a sheer, vibrant red, again in keeping with the persona she had assumed for this meeting. The high heels had the effect of making her strut, fully in control and in charge.

I smiled and tapped at my phone briefly. There, just for a flash, if you'd been watching her you might have seen a momentary hitch in her step, as if something had put her off for a second.

Better. Can't have her getting ideas above her station now, can we?

She regained her stride and evidently arrived at her destination as she sat down on a bench outside the disabled toilet.

The frustration was evident on her face from 20 yards away as she glanced at her phone and back up, looking around.

"Oh dear, that doesn't bode well for somebody," I murmured under my breath.

"Perhaps I should take her mind off it," I pondered.

I tapped at my phone again and the remote figure stiffened, her body arching and her eyes visibly rolling in her head.

"Oops, perhaps a touch too high," I opined as I tap-tapped again.

The woman relaxed but still remained nervous, shifting in her seat.

"Heh, Goldilocks it is," I chuckled.

Turning, I heard an uneven clopping sound on the hard platform. I knew immediately that this was the other half of the party.

I saw a young, slender girl, all legs and elbows, wearing a short coat that could have done with being a great deal longer for her benefit. She had blonde hair and a narrow face. The most noticeable things about her were the stripper heels, which had given her away, and the long legs in green tights. They had to be tights; the coat was so short it barely maintained her decency.

I knew immediately that this was who the first woman was waiting for. I’d not known what her correspondent looked like, but I was very aware of the requirements that had been laid down for her regarding her appearance from the messages I’d had access to.

She was hurrying down the platform as quickly as she could, which was an amusing sight as she was simultaneously trying to pull her coat down and looking like Bambi on ice as she braved the vertiginous heights of the heels she had on. Clearly she wasn’t used to wearing them, although she was making a good fist of it.

The first woman spotted her and, with a scowl on her face, adjusted herself and stood up, tapping her toe as she waited impatiently for the newcomer to reach her.

“Time to stir the pot a bit,” I mused as I tapped away on my phone.

This time it was the newcomer who nearly fell off her heels in surprise, with her heavily made-up mouth forming an O I could see from where I was sitting.

I tapped again and she recovered gamely, finally making it to her impatiently waiting partner. I couldn’t hear from where I was what was said, but the body language said it was abrupt and probably not very nice.

The first woman turned and gestured to the disabled bathroom. The girl walked gingerly in front of her into the room, nervously glancing behind her as she did, as if expecting something to happen.

Once she’d gone through the door, the first woman turned and scanned around her. Seeing no one around, she took what looked to be a sign out of her bag and attached it to the outside of the door.

She took a final look to see if anyone was watching and then strode through the door after the girl.