This entry to the Brief Encounter story writing contest is beautifully set, and I particularly enjoyed the subject matter. Have fun with ‘At Stazione Santa Maria Novella’.
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AT STAZIONE SANTA MARIA NOVELLA
BY THE TIME I FOUND OUR PASSPORTS, WE HAD MISSED THE LAST RAPIDO
TRAIN TO ROMA. WE HAD MISSED IT BY 45 MINUTES. ALEXIS MY BRIDE WAS
NOT AMUSED. USUALLY I AM ON TOP OF EVERYTHING BUT THIS TRIP, MY FIRST
TO EUROPE HAD BEEN LESS THAN AN IDEAL HONEYMOON FOR EITHER OF US.
HAD I NOT BEEN STILL RECOVERING FROM A NASTY BOUT OF FLU I MAY HAVE
HANDLED THE WHOLE THING IN AN EFFICIENT MANNER.
AS WE SAT IN THE NOW DESERTED STATION, ALEXIS RUMMAGED THROUGH
HER BAG. SHE IGNORED MY NERVOUS CHATTER. HER SILENCE FRIGHTENED
ME. FINDING HER HAIRBRUSH, SHE BEGAN BRUSHING HER LONG AUBURN
WITH SUCH INTENSITY THAT I JUMPED UP AND BEGAN PACING THE
DESERTED PLATFORM.
“STOP PACING AND SIT !”
SHE SPOKE SOFTLY BUT WITH A FIRMNESS OF TONE THAT BOTH FRIGHTENED
AND AROUSED ME. WHEN I RETURNED TO MY SEAT NEXT TO HER, I SAW IN
HER LAP THE RED BIKINI PANTIES. THE RED PANTIES WITH THE WHITE LACE
TRIM. THE RED BIKINI PANTIES WITH THE WHITE LACE TRIM THAT SHE HAD
MADE ME WEAR LAST WEEK WHEN WE WERE IN VENICE.
MY HEART STOPPED AS SHE TOSSED THE PANTIES INTO MY LAP. MY MIND
FLASHED ON THAT NIGHT IN ONE OF THE DARKENED ALLEYS OF VENICE, WHEN USING THE SAME BRUSH SHE HAD IN HER HAND NOW, SHE HAD BENT ME OVER, AND WITH SLACKS AND THE RED PANTIES AROUND MY ANKLES
HAD PUMMELED MY BARE BOTTOM UNTIL SHE SAW TEARS.
” PUT THEM ON, NOW ! ”
I KNEW BETTER THAN TO ARGUE. WITH A COLOR IN MY CHEEKS BRIGHTER
THAN THE COLOR OF THE PANTIES I HAD BUNCHED UP IN MY HAND I
SCURRIED AWAY TO FIND A RESTROOM.
WHEN I RETURNED SHE SAT QUIETLY SLOWING BRUSHING THE ENDS OF HER
SHOULDER LENGTH RAVEN BLACK HAIR. THE SILENCE IN THE HUGE AND
DESERTED TRAIN STATION ONLY ADDED TO MY APPREHENSION. FEELING
MUCH LIKE A SCHOOLBOY OUTSIDE THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE I WAITED.
ACROSS THE TRACK AND AT THE OTHER END OF THE STATION I SAW AN ELDERLY WOMAN SWEEPING. MY HEART SANK. I AVOIDED LOOKING AT
ALEXIS AND WAITED. FINALLY IT CAME.
” ASSUME POSITION NOW !” SHE SAID IN ALMOST A WHISPER.
AS I HAD THAT NIGHT IN VENICE, I STOOD DROPPED MY TROUSERS AND
THE RED PANTIES TO MY ANKLES THEN BENT OVER THE ARM OF THE BENCH AND WAITED.
I DONT RECALL HOW LONG I HAD TO WAIT WITH NERVOUS ANTICIPATION BUT
WILL NEVER FORGET THE SOUND OF BRUSH MAKING CONTACT WITH MY BARE
BOTTOM. IT ECHOED THROUGH THE STATION SWAT AFTER SWAT. I TRIED NOT
TO MAKE A SOUND BUT SOON THE BURN OF THE BRUSH ON MY STILL TENDER
CHEEKS, MADE ME CRY OUT.
” MERCY! PLEASE ! I AM SORRY ! “
THE WORDS TUMBLED FROM MY LIPS .EACH PHASE I UTTERED SEEMED SO INADEQUATE TO WHAT I WAS FEELING. AFTER WHAT SEEMED AN ETERNITY
IT STOPPED. MY ENTIRE BODY FELT THE FIRE AND THE AROUSAL . ***.
” COVER YOURSELF ” SHE SAID IN A MOCKING TONE.
“THIS IS A PUBLIC PLACE.”
AS I FASTENED MY BELT AND ADJUSTED MYSELF, MY EYES DRIFTED TO THE
END OF THE PLATFORM. SHE WAS STILL THERE AND WITH HER A VENDOR
WHO WAS OPENING HIS STAND. HAD THEY BOTH WITNESSED MY HUMILIATION?
WITH A WICKED SMILE THAT SO AROUSED ME SHE SAT AND THEN QUIETLY SPOKE.
“PET ” SHE SAID, ” IT LOOKS LIKE THAT VENDOR IS OPENING. DO BE A GOOD
BOY AND FETCH ME AN EXPRESSO “
AS I HEADED DOWN THE PLATFORM TO THE VENDOR, I HEARD ALEXIS
SLOWLY BRUSHING HER HAIR.
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Another great story, you certainly got some fantastic entries for this competition. It seems that the idea of a train station and the red briefs fired the imagination of many of us.
Oh god what an intense story. Perhaps it hits too close to home.
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