The train controller

I'm already there at the platform, waiting for my train to arrive. I can't keep my eyes off the train controller, beautiful as hell, in her killer heels and her super tight uniform that highlights her curvy figure.

She looks just so confident in her own skin, the quality that has always attracted me the most in a woman. She follows every railway wagon's movement with visibly expert eyes, knowing exactly where each other of them must stop and at which precise minute it should leave the station.

The sound of her heels on the ground make her look somewhat more authoritarian. I can hear her ask, with a firm voice, to check the tickets of a group of tourists.

I've always been attracted to women wearing uniforms: my most unconfessed dream is that of a sexy female cop arresting me and forcing me to satisfy her sexual needs while I'm constricted in metal handcuffs.

But there's no more time to wander with my mind now: the train has arrived and I must bring my luggage through the carriage doors. I sit down and put myself to rest with a nice read and my iPod with some music, but I can't stop my mind to keep fantasizing about the moment of the ticket check.

Minutes and minutes pass, and when we finally leave the big city directed to the countryside, the train car starts to become desert: everyone got off at the biggest railway stations, leaving me completely alone to continue the travel to my small rural town.

It's when the train is completely empty and I'm starting to fall asleep, that I see the bombshell controller coming towards me, to check my ticket. I hurry picking it up from my purse.

'Here's the ticket, ma'am...'

She doesn't want to see the ticket. She has in her hand that metallic police handcuffs from my dreams, and her uniform has already went off leaving pretty few things to my imagination.

'You're arrested', she whispers. 'But it's a nice thing'.

I end up handcuffed, blindfolded with a silk scarf branded with the railway company's logo, having mind blowing sex with the ticket controller right on my seat. Who knows if the train driver is hearing those endless moans of his naughty colleague, or worse, if the conductor will find out.

What's sure is that the gorgeous mistress on top of me doesn't care at all: she just keeps moving her hips over me, stimulating herself with my body as if there was no tomorrow.

As soon as the grating voice from the speaker announces my train stop I burst into a powerful, body-shattering orgasm while I instinctively try to free my hands from the restraints to reach for my luggage. Mistress immediately understands I need to get off: she releases my hands, and

before I have the time to free my eyes from the blindfold she's gone, leaving no trace of herself.