Have you ever stood on a cold station platform waiting for train to take you to have sex with someone other than your partner? Kissed your husband goodbye as he heads off to work, both of you knowing that the next person you sleep with won't be him? I have. It's an exhilarating, heart pounding, stomach lurching experience........in a good way. The build up begins the night before. Choosing an outfit, he wants me to look slutty, I just want to look cute. Hair removal, body mosturiser, painted nails, packing my handbag.........tucking my strap on down inside it......oh did I not mention I was going to meet a woman? Let's call her Eliza, she'll know why I've chosen this pseudonym, I've known her for a long time. She's super hot, flirty and she has skills......oh boy does she have skills. She's six years older than me, she's shorter than me, I'm a slim size 10, she's a size teeny tiny. Her skin is always soft and she smells amazing......anyway I digress. So back to the train. I have a seat by myself. I have almost 90 minutes before I reach my destination. My carriage is full of city slickers on their way to the office. I wonder if anyone else on here is heading for extra marital sex? I feel quite naughty, knowing that very shortly I will be lying on my back, legs open with a delicious minx lying between them, there I go again getting ahead of myself. Pulling into the city, I know I only have two more stops before my bootie call destination. My husband and I are having a SnapChat conversation. 'Are you excited?' He asks. You bet I am, little butterflies tickle my stomach. Excitement is building along with a familiar dampness between my legs. I'm looking forward to spending time in her bed, ready for her body on mine. My stop is called. I head for the vestibule. Almost time. Almost time to relieve that ache between my legs. I jump from the train and exit the station, down the steps and towards her car. Then we chat, mundane bullshit, passing time until we can get naked yet nothing is awkward, we are very relaxed in each other's company. We remove coats and shoes and skip the hot beverages, we are hot enough, bedroom it is, no time to waste when you are against the clock, got to be dressed and respectable by school chucking out time. Then we come together, totally in harmony, reconnected and it feels amazing. Women just feel amazing. I wonder if women feel the same to a man as we do with each other? Soft, just so damn soft. She takes control as she always does, I'm sub, she most definitely is not. To do what this little firecracker demands of me is such a turn on. I lay myself open to her and she gives me what I need, working her magic, making me come undone in her mouth. I obviously return the favour, seriously can there ever be a better feeling than having a woman cum all over your face, hearing that orgasm build and pushing on until you tip her over that edge? What an achievement. I feel proud of myself everytime I do it. Getting hot and sweaty seems to be the order of the day and goddamn our hair......I totally understand the short hair lesbian thing, it makes complete sense now! After fingers and tongues have done their work it's time to bring out the plastic. I help strap her in and Miss Dominance takes me with her cock. I receive her missionary but decide me on top is the way forward. Bouncing up and down on her cock is a turn on, she can see it disappearing inside of me as I slide up and down it's length, I can take her perfect tits in my hands, lean down, kiss her mouth, her neck, her collarbone. Fuck me, women are sexy creatures. But wait, what is that noise? Is it the headboard banging? No, that's the window cleaner! The curtains are shut but not exactly blackout! Did he see us? Cheap thrill if he did! I think that deserves a free window wash! Anyway once we recovered from our little interruption, it was business as usual, if that business involves squirting, from me! Neither of us was expecting that,where it come from, fuck knows, how she managed to make me do that, fuck knows but it happened and then it happened again.......did I mention she had skills? And then it was time to get dressed, sad times, things are just better when you are naked. We had coffee, we chatted shit, which was lovely and she drove me back to the station. I really wanted to kiss the face clean off her but she has to live amongst these people, so unfortunately I couldn't. I promised that one day I would come for a sleepover, short pyjamas, pillow fights and all things sapphic. The train home seemed to take forever. I found myself sitting next to a young lass and really hoping she couldn't smell my sex hair. Hubby picked me up from the station. Home via the chippy and then to bed. He wanted a blow by blow account of my day, all the while sniffing my hair and smelling the sex it contained, very erotic apparently. I must admit that I love Eliza, not in the way that I'm in love with my husband, but the fact that she has taught me so much, she is my friend and whatever the future holds she will always mean so much to me.