The Locomotion
Part of a series of short Dalliances Erotica
By
Dominic Lorenzo
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The Locomotion
Copyright © 2011 by Dominic Lorenzo
The Locomotion
I settled down, exhausted, to a bumpy sleep fully stretched out on my reserved seat in the empty ‘first class’ train compartment after drawing all the blinds on the windows, including the sliding door to the corridor. The only other reserved seat was opposite mine by the window. My flight to Ipswich had been cancelled because of mechanical failure and I had no choice but to catch the last 11.45pm rattler, all stops to my destination in time for my spin to my Client for a significant advertising campaign proposal. I was only 21 and I wasn’t in the best of moods.
The weather had suddenly turned on its autumn welcome and I now regretted not bringing my overcoat. I turned off all the lights except for an adjustable desk lamp fixed to the windowsill, which I left on. With my head nestled on my hands I slid into a fitful doze on my side facing the seat.
After what seemed to be interminable stops, the door to the corridor sliding open and closed wakened me from my stupor and I glanced over my shoulder to see a pretty airline attendant in a red two-piece uniform with a knee-length straight skirt, wearing one of those cheese-cutter hats with hair tucked under, reaching up to deposit her holdall on the luggage rack.
I turned over on my back and to further examine this apparition. I’d put her age at around early 30s or less. To my surprise she was wearing tiny white silken gloves. Now on tiptoes, she reached up again with both hands to place her cute cheese-cutter hat in the holdall that was defying being unzipped. This effort displayed the taut muscles of her calves clothed in dark tan stockings (I hoped); the concave curve of an ample rump exemplified by a narrow waist as her tunic jacket rode up. The patent red high-heels gave lustre to an outline of perfection to a tired eye.