[stockinglover21]

When I was in my 20s I had a long train commute into London. On the trains in and out you usually sat in a similar seat and saw the same people.

On my return journey I noticed a cute blonde and we would smile and nod hello. One day the trains were really held up due to a signalling fault and the delays were expected to last hours. I saw her standing a few places ahead of me and I said this could be a long evening. Come and have a drink and something to eat with me it is better than standing on the concourse for hours.

She did and we had a great time and stayed even though the signals were fixed. We caught the last train and were like giggling school kids who had been naughty. We snuggled together on the train back and sneaked a few playful kisses. When we reached our station I made sure she was in a taxi and was home safe.

This developed over a couple of years and we sat next to each other on the train back every night and we met once or twice a week in the evening and most lunch times. We progressed to hotels and I borrowed a Mate’s flat and we fucked ourselves silly. She was up for any position and as many times as I could manage and it was sheer lust.

One evening on the train she said she would not be on the train for the next 2 weeks plus as she was getting married on Saturday and going to Cyprus for her honeymoon.

I said that was strange she had never mentioned getting married over the last year but I was cool with it. I asked if we were going to continue meeting up when she came back and she said of course, it was fun and she wanted to continue.

On Friday, my wife reminded me we had a wedding to go to on Saturday. I had completely forgotten. She had told me months ago that one of her subordinates at work was getting married and had invited us. I had never met him or his fiancé and had completely forgotten. I did laugh to myself and wonder if it was my train girl’s wedding but dismissed it as too much of a coincidence.

Of course it was her wedding and the look on her face when her husband introduced my wife and me was a picture. She recovered well, said I looked familiar and did I work in London as she thought she had seen me at the station. I said I did but did not recognise her.

Later that evening we both slipped away and I took her from behind in her wedding dress. I did not cum inside her as she could not go to bed with her husband that night with my cum dripping in her so I pulled out and she swallowed every drop and licked her own juices off my cock.

We went back to the reception separately and nobody knew a thing.

We continued fucking in London for another two years until she wanted a baby and we stopped so it would be her husband’s and not mine. We remained friends but never fucked again.