Zurich's best kept secret

He stepped up and into the Vaduz to Uster train, a 59 y/o, balding, yet a kind caring perverted gentleman, wearing a trench coat and felt hat to keep out the November chill. He was towing a cabin baggage sized bag, containing a change of clothes, and a few gifts from his native country for the special Lady he was due to meet at the Uster train station. He found a seat, and popped his bag up into the overhead racks, he glanced around the open plan carriage at his fellow passengers for the next one hour and 50 minute trip: a small number, and a mixture of people, housewives chit chatting with harsh sounding Germanic vowels punctuated by their breezy laughter, and a few business men pouring over their laptops.

He relaxed into his sat as he took out this Swiss guide and practiced in his mind a few German phrases that he might use to try and impress the Lady, as the train pulled out of the station, he stretched like a cat, at the uncertainty he was entering into. He put the book aside and tried to doze as he train rocked him gently, (he was still rather jetlagged from his travels up from the other side of the world)...he dozed...and before he knew it the train pulled into...as he glanced at the signs repeating: Sargans Bahnhof.... Sargans Bahnhof... Sargans Bahnhof.... flicking past his window....

With this special Tip Top Lady he had been lucky enough to have built up an online relationship, (if such a thing existed?)...And She had ever rung him a few times on his telephone via WhatsApp...ohhhh how he had thrilled to the sound of Her husky Germanic voice with hearty laugh and naughty giggle. She really was such a DOLL, (and She sure looked like one too: “DDG” – “Drop Dead GORGEOUS;” Double GG CUP breasts, that THRUST up like the Swiss Alps, - he had fantasized the TWIN peaks where named “Gee-Gee”), and he JUST adored how Her BOOT heels pushed up Her REGAL arse high into the air, OMG: he wondered if he would ever have the nerve to ask Her, “if he could “KKHR?” – “Kneel and Kiss Her Ring?”). The online relationship had somehow lasted, and even stretched out over the many months, despite the distance between T/them, the online banter, sometimes lost in translation, sometimes hitting the ‘nail on the head’.... but She remained intelligent, patient, kindly and caring as though grooming him...the train’s brakes JERKING him out from his perverted reverie....

He watched some passenger’s disembark down the platform from his window seat, and the shuffling ofother passengers stepping up into the carriages...his eyes drooped.... drowsy...and then his nose twitched at a new WAFTING scent...a deeply Primal Perfume perhaps.... and his yes snapped at open at the CLACK CLACK CLACK of high heeled feminine boots...that scent, those BOOT CLACKING sounds...something in his fetish filled mind went on RED Alert and he SNAPPED open his eyes and looked up in the direction of the newly arrived passenger........he also noted other heads too had noticed the disturbance too and he followed the direction of their gaze....................OMG OMG.........was it Her???

Lady Alegra..!!!

The Lady of his dreams here on this very train...in this very carriage!!.....

“HOLY Hell” he whispered under his breath...

As a tall regal COPPERhead Lady wearing Russian Red MAC lipstick, and sporting a long, long Sable fur coat, with leather gloves, one of then gripping a black leather handbag with a silver chain dangling...and patent black boots peeping from the under the long coat hem.... his mind went ABBBBLLLLUUUUUR as he drank Her in: Tip to Toe in a nano-second that seemed to DRAG like eternity....

”HOLY Hell” he repeated like some ancient chant............

And now She WAS actually talking to him!!! His fetish brain was in overload as She stood their askinghim something:

”Ist dieser Platz frei?“

He gulped....

Rather he GULPED...

As he looked up at Her radiant smile....

Could it be really be Her..............the one and only Lady Alegra???

He stammered: “i am very sorry, but i don’t speak German“

She smiled beauteously and repeated Her request?

“Is this seat free?“

Hearing Her sexy accented English............he replied:

“Ohhhh of course“ he said and standing up, banging his head on the overhead luggage rack...“OUCH!“...And then grabbed his hat and coat he must had selfishly left on the seat opposite him to make room for Her...

She nodded and stepped into the seat alcove.... She put down Her handbag on the space just vacated by his coat and hat and then turned away from him and fumbled with Her coat buttons...

He sat back down is his seat, not sure what to do, (his mind ABBLURRR and his heart THUMPING inhis chest).... the other passengers were mesmerized too at this tall Queen like Bee that had buzzed into their shared humble train carriage...

She slipped the coat off her shoulders and was pondering what to do with it, and he rubbing his hurt head...eyes almost POPPING out of his head at her skin TIGHT leather trousers, and soft satin blouse...he stood up gingerly, and offered in English:

“i could pop that up on the rack if you so wished Liebe Frau?”

She smiled, as his hands brushed Her butter soft leather gloves as he took the Regal Fur and reaching up draped it on the luggage rack above them...(like some FELINE animal)...petting it as though to comfort it.... (The feel of he soft soft fur made him slightly giddy)

She settled into the seat...and he looked down.... She held his passport in a gloved hand...offering it back to him.

“HOLY Heck,” he stammered....

She merely smiled and said, “It must have fallen out of your coat pocket err...Mr. Hooper”

He went BEET red and looked around the carriage at the other passengers, but they were taking no notice of them now....

She smiled at his embarrassment....

She added “thank you for being a gentleman Mr. Hooper.”

He BLUSHED even a deeper shade of red, and sat back down on his side of the facing seats and fumbled as he put his passport back in his coat pocket...

She knew who he was, yet She hadn’t let on who She was....

Was She teasing him?

Or was it a mere coincidence that what looked like the Lady he was due to meet at this train journey’s end was sitting right NOW just across from him...his mind went into OVERDRIVE...trying to work out what was happening here: if She was Lady Alegra how did She know what train he would be on? And how did She know he was coming this way to Uster and not from the Genf side of Switzerland?...Or was this all the dream, he pinched himself and let out a little yelp........”Epp!”

She arched an eyebrow at him...then ignored him.

He settled back into his seat to snooze...perhaps if he closed his eyes all this would become clearer....His mind drifted.......(the thought back of a previous train meet...a couple of years ago: whenwas he was in De Hague, walking near the pool of the Mauritishus...., and he happened to spot this young lady wearing a black leather jacket and Burgundy coloured tight leather pants, and she had long black hair, such was her appeal and her CHIC and how he diverted his walking so he could see her face.....she was very pretty...but curiously wore flat all ballet type shoes, (given the leathers)....and she was alone....he didn’t think much of at the time....though he rather liked the tightness of her arse in those leather trousers...A couple of hours later he was waiting inside a train due to leave De Hague Station to go to Rotterdam...he was by then a little headachy and tired of walking and was filling in time resting in train till it departed....when the VERY same lady walked into my carriage, (btw: he was seated at the back of the carriage)...and she asked him in a soft husky voice "was this train going to Rotterdam"....(but in Dutch)...he said "yes" to the Rotterdam bit....and before he knew it...he blurted out to her..."lovely leathers......” she looked surprised as she sat down in the seat across the aisle from him...and said

"What?" .....

He knew in an instant she was a Trans, (her husky voice)....but he was in deep ...so he said again "lovely leathers"

She smiled and said “Thank you” (all in English now)....

OMG OMG...it had just came out....

He tried not looking at Her as we waited....and then after a few moments she to got up and moved into the seat in front of Her....(better to see the info board outside I think)...and his heart sank, ....but in actual fact it gave him better view of her....as She then started to preen herself...using a compact mirror,attending to her lashes, her cheeks, and finally her lipstick, even purrrfume dabs....this continued long after the train moved off, (probably 30 minutes on and off), even with a few people seated immediatelyin front of me....(She had to be a Trans, a female wouldn’t spend that long preening in public)...!She even caught him looking as she tilted her compact and our eyes locked for a second OMG..he blushed...and GULPED.......!

It turned out we were both getting off at Rotterdam... but as She stood up the leave seat She smiled slightly embarrassingly...and him too back to her...then She turned so her red leather arse was facing me.....holding the seat top whilst the train slowed to a halt.....!GOSH he just didn’t know what to do....he supposed he should have been BRAVE asked Her to join him for a drink.....but in the end - She went back down the carriage to exit from the other door...perhapshe was meant to follow that GORGEOUS sexy wiggling leather clad arse..he didn’t know....he exited via the other door,.....and She was gone......sighs those dull red leather pants, he wont ever forget those dull red leather pants...OMG perhaps She might be a leather clad TV Domme.....!!

He dragged myself back into the here and now!!!

The COPPERhead GLAMOUR Lady across from looked up at him just then...She was slipping off a large ring from her left gloved hand, it was a Dazzler, it looked like a Blue Sapphire...how had he missed that in his earlier surveillance, (well perv really)

“Können Sie diesen lieben Mr. Hooper halten?”

He looked nonplussed at Her............

She merely smiled at his gawping and repeated so he could understand:

“Can you hold this dear?”

She slid the blue stone ring off Her middle finger and handed it over to him....then She proceeded to gentling ease the tip of the glove off Her finger with Her pearly white teeth, careful not to get lipstick on the butter soft black leather......and what followed was a slow and DEEPLY erotic “glove strip-tease”...each gloved finger eased with Her teeth, and then the other hand tugging at each finger glove to release each in turn ...he felt like a puppet on strings as She disrobed each finger......to reveal puuuuuuurfect Red enameled nails..........

She looked up, gazed into his eyes softly, yet steady........he wilted....his trapped erection even HARDER in his trousers.....She remained silent and waited........

“Ohhh silly me” he murmured when he finally realized She was waiting for and handed Her ring back...............

She Smiled and slid the Blue Sapphire back snug onto Her middle finger.....

She laid Her gloves on the seat beside Her and reached into Her bag and drew out a laptop...She powered up and set to work ......

(He thought: “thank GOD” Smoking is not permitted on trains these days....because if this SWISS Miss She had drawn out a ciggy and asking him for a light...for sure to be sure...he would have messed in his pants).....

He gazed at the curve of Her red lipsticked lips.....GOSH he wondered “what would it feel like to kiss such lips....FULL ON and open mouthed, (Lady Alegra’s resume had said “no tongue”...such a shamethat....anyway – he knew he was just DREAMING – that would never happen)....She glanced up just then from Her laptop and pursed Her red lips at him...then went back Her typing.....(OMGosh – Was She a mind reader too?)...

His mind wandered again...back to other Domme’s he had the pleasure of meeting in public, (often They had insisted that he send them a pic of himself in advance of the meet – he knew it was a test, andhad reluctantly done it the first time, taking comfort in that such ProDomme’s wanted return customers – so it was not in their favour “to out him” on a mere whim....and one Lady even didn’t want to know what he looked like...T/they met at a International airport, She knew, that he knew what She looked like, so She knew he would find Her outside the terminal, as pre-arranged...and it turned out to be a thrill for Her not knowing...and having this gentleman stroll up to Her – even if he had botched up the kissing of the back of Her wrist in public.....and another Domme had insisted He hold up a Welcome Card at his Airport ARRIVALS Hall with Her “Queen Neptune” name on it, as though he was a mere taxi driver or some chauffeur!! OMG!!...)...

He sighed as he came back to reality and gazed at what seemed like a Goddess across from him, his eyes surveyed Her attire, his eyes WIDENED (now the sable coat had been shed), at the CHIC Hermes Blouse and Her black leather trousers TIGHT as a though a second skin on Her PRIMAL Beauty, Her magnificent Breasts THRUST superbly into the soft satin of Her top, (he even pondered if She was wearing a old-fashion bullet-tipped bra...OMG)....Her CHIC jewelry, modest but alluring, and the discarded gloves of course, (a FAV fetish too)...the tight leather trousers with a silver metallic belt WASPING Her waist.....and Her dream like “f_ _k-off” HIGH heeled ankle boots, OMGosh...SO erotic to this pervert.....AND Her Auburn hair...so so HOT to this hair fetishist...but what really droveinto his fetish mind was Her scent...........was it?......was it?.....really J'Ddore by Dior?.....his mind wandered went back to his last birthday......a few months back, when he treated himself to sniffing a sample of “J'Ddore” at a local Beauty Salon.....panting like a puppy and asking for a whiff’s of J'Ddoreby Dior more than once as the uniformed Salon assistant assisted him...!!

OMG the fruity and heady notes of the scent NOW today WAFTING over him, in this train carriage....surely he was dreaming all of this.....!

The Lady opposite was ignoring him now and busy busy on Her laptop and now had Her right leg folded over the other...Her right boot waggled softly, teasingly....as the sunlight splashed over the sleek black leather due to the motion of the moving train....(OMGosh – what he wouldn't give to get down on his knees, right here and WORSHIP those divine BOOTs...sliding his WET slimy tongue over Her cool BOOT VAMPS...turning his head under and sucking on Her “f_ _k-off” heels...OMG..OMG) ....his mind was ABBLURRR and he was really tired...perhaps a siesta would clear his mind...he had this useful knack of being able to drift off anywhere...so he closed his eyes and sighed softly........

He awoke with a start, was it a lurch of the train......no it was the WAFTING J'Ddore by Dior...EVEN stronger than before....his eyes snapped open as his nose twitched at that slice of HEAVEN....the Ladywas dabbing fresh splashes of scent to Her swan like neck....OMG....he rubs his eyes WIDE open...purrrrrrrrrhaps this was not a dream....

She merely smiled as She performed Her dabbing ritual.............

His nostrils twitched like the glutton his was.........he tilted his head and sniff sniff sniffed....(he really wanted to utter an OINK OINK OINK...but didn't dare in public...!)

He sat up and found his phone in his coat pocket beside him...he now had a plan – he had “The Lady of Uster’s” phone number...perhaps he could text Her and see if this LUSH sitting across from glancedat Her phone when his message was sent through.....He scrolled through his contacts to “MAlegra”...and clicked onto Her name....

He BLINKED...........”....”

And

BLINKED again........”....”

A Message was already there!!.....and it read...:

”Hello dear, hope you are winging your way to My Velvet clad arms....waiting here as agreed @Uster Bahnhof...xx”

He glanced at the time...it had been sent 47 minutes before...he glanced at his own watch and saw he had been travelling from Vaduz for over an hour.....“

HOLY F_ _K”...he whispered...and he groaned inwardly...

The Lady across from him looked up for Her laptop innocently........arched and eyebrow then went back to Her screen...

His brain whirrrrrrred into overdrive again....if the Lady Alegra was waiting for him in Uster...WHO the HECK was this look alike across from him...Did She have a twin sister? Or was this a hologram or was this a dream nightmare unfolding that he was somehow caught up in???

He wondered if he should confront the Lady across from him, She wore similar clothes to the Top Ladyhe was due to meet in Uster Bahnhof.....but confronting a Lady such as this BEAUTY was hardly becoming of a gentleman such as himself.........

...His mind wandered off again..........head dipping as though Her puuuuurfume was some sort of DRUG......

And He fantasized:

MsAlegra was standing down the end of the train carriage’s toilet door...Her gloved middle finger gleaming, sparkling, brazenly beckoning silently him to follow Her into the small tight cubicle.....he did so like a helpless piglet....once inside She locked the door behind them.......Her glove unbuckled Her metal belt......the unzipped Her trouser zipper....he GULPED but knelt obediently and OOOOOOOOOO’ed his lips....as She took out Her magnificent SheCOCK....took aim.......and calmly pissed Her WARM fragrant PISS right into his open mouth......>>>>>>>>>>>>>

OMG OMG OMG...the sound of Her Golden Nectar gargling down his submissive gullet....

“Ja, so ein gehorsamer Urinal-Lieber“....MsAlegra whispered....

as She calmly tucked Her Tool away and ziiiiiipppppppppped up, buckled up.........and turned on Her heel........

He woke up from his fantasy with a JERK... the train was NOW pulling OUT of Zurich Bahnhof.........and seat across from him was EMPTY.......!!

The Lady had GONE!!...

He rubbed his eyes.......hell this MUST have been a dream!....he stood...BANGED his head on the overhead rack again......F_ _K!!!...

He shook his head, and if there ever was a Lady across from him...She was indeed gone.....He sighed at this thought, his loss, his fantasy...OMG he was SO hard in his trousers....!!

He happened to look up and saw a sable fur coat above him in the luggage rack...............HOLY Hell......!!!The same one from his dream nightmare?.......or did all of the above really happen...??

He took the coat down and caressed it with his hand....OMGosh SO SO SOFT...he held it to his cheekand SNIFFED the SAME J'Ddore Dior scent.....his mind flashed back to the Mystery Lady...and he felt slightly giddy....he had to sit down....

“Breath DEEPLY” he muttered to himself...... “Breath DEEPLY”

What to do now!!.... how would he re-unite that beautiful coat with his rightful Owner??...he really should hand it in at a Train Station, they must have Lost Luggage Counters in Switzerland...that was the honourable and right thing to do...they would sort it out...he sighed.......

Later when the train rolled into Uster Bahnhof...he stood at the door waiting to disembark...his coat and hat on, his carry-on bag in one hand, and under his other arm the GORGEOUSLY soft sable fur coat.......

He stepped off the train as it pulled into Uster Bahnhof.......he glanced up and down the platform......no one else got off.......and soon the train was gone.....leaving him all alone, sable coat and bag in hand......he wandered through station, he couldn't see any Lost Luggage signs or even the Station Master...just a few metal box ticket machines...he pondered...and then he wandered on to the car parkbeyond ......there over to the right, (his heart beat SURGED) there was soft top Red Ferrari (hood down) with a tall Regal Blonde clad in a leopard print crushed velvet Cat suit waiting behind the driving wheel ..............” > O..O < “

He was instantly HARD again in his trousers.............:-))

She looked up from Her phone and smiled as he strode up to Her car and he whispered the agreed code:

“Mr Hooper has flown the Coop”

She SMiled up at him, and at the correct password phrase.......She now knew who he was........

She replied the agreed response:

“Need a Red Ride Mr. Hooper?”

He smiled...She SMiled as T/their eyes met, held in a M/mutual gaze...all this time, all his dreams, all his fantasies of how he would meet with Her...and here he was, right here, right now...OMGosh shouldhe kneel, right here in the car park and offer to kiss her gloved hand.....but She interrupted his thoughts:

She BEAMED at the sable coat.....and said ...”ohh Mr. Hooper a pressee for Me...so kind of you.......Such a gentleman aren’t you....!”

He blushed beet red, (and thought ‘well She wont tell’) and offered the sable coat to Lady Alegra on bended knee beside Her red car in the railway station car park... She SMiled Beauteously...as She tookfrom him the SUPER DUPA SOFT Sable FFFFFurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr coat..................:-))>

THE END ..

Or was it rather just the Beginning...?

 

(Written by a Kiwi)