The Train Comes

Then, for a moment, Molly thought her luck was about to change. A voice she recognized said, “Hi, Molly.”

She turned around so that she was facing away from the tracks and toward the station. Standing in front of her was a guy she had met at the station just a week before. His name was Connor, and he was a big, sandy-haired guy, tall and athletic, and in great shape. They had talked at their first meeting, and ever since, Molly had hoped they would have the chance to talk again. She rather liked him.

He was smiling, she was pleased to see causing her to smile back. “Hi,” she said as a blush crept across her nose.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Connor said. “I’ve never seen you here at this time before.”

“I’m late for work,” Molly said with a little embarrassment, “on my first day.”

“Not good,” Connor said. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I don’t think so,” Molly said, “but thanks for asking.” She was already feeling better. This time, she should have enough time to ask for Connor’s phone number, or give him hers before she had to get on her train.

At this point, Molly was only paying attention to Connor. She had no idea how close she was standing to the edge of the platform, and was only barely aware of the roar of the arriving non-stop train.

One brightly painted locomotive and six equally brightly painted double-deck commuter cars roared past the station platform at 60 miles per hour. The second car in the train was old; it was one of the oldest cars the commuter railroad owned and it was in great need of body work after several years of hard use. Several bent pieces of metal protruded from the frame. Not far enough to be a danger to anyone nearby but close enough that they could possibly catch hold of anything being blown around by the wind, such as a skirt. As the train passed, a strong blast of air, a wall of wind, followed it. Molly was inches away from the edge of the platform, and the wind of the train’s passing lifted up her skirt, causing it to billow around her waist.

Before Molly could do anything, before she even realized it was happening, she felt a tug as the hem of her skirt snagged on one of the rough edges of the second coach.

The finest threads wouldn’t have stood up to the **** of several hundred tons of train traveling at 60 miles per hour, and the shoddy threads in the stitching of her skirt had even less of a chance. They gave way instantly, and Molly turned her head in time to see her ruined skirt, flapping like a flag from the side of the coach as it sped through the station and onto the tracks that would take it to the city.

At the same moment, the blast of air from the train knocked the side ties of Molly’s panties loose, then tore them off her revealing her carefully trimmed mound. The panties flew over the top of the train and landed on the opposite track, where they were run over by a train traveling the other way stuck to the front of its grill. The gust of wind had also managed to rip off the shoddy white blouse, since the skirt was no longer there to help hold it. So off it went her body revealing her black demi bra which left little to the imagination since her chest had barely been able to fit in the 32c cup bra anymore. Connor's eyes quickly affixed to Molly's now undressed state, as she felt a rush of cool air between her cheeks and lower sex.

All the nerves in Molly's head told her what just registered and she realized what happened, she was naked from the waist down. The blush on her nose expanded to the rest of her face as she felt what was on display to the usual people she saw daily at the station.

Her peachly round butt, landing strip bush pointing to her puffed up pink tulips and dolphin tramp stamp was now exposed to all the commuters on the platform. None of them were looking at her just then, but Molly instinctively shrieked in surprise and fear as the train had ripped most of her clothes off, and that got the attention of everyone there. Now all eyes in the station were on her.

“No!” Molly shouted again, trying to hide her crotch as best she could with her hands, trying to hide her thatch from further view from Connor who still had his mouth open in total surprise. Molly’s purse slid out of her grip and landed on the platform as she continued to try shielding her crotch from the man she wanted to go out with.

She couldn’t believe that it had taken only a second or so for her to end up in just a bra, in a public place she used five days a week.

Her only thought was that she had to get out of there. She acted on it. Keeping her hands positioned to cover herself as best she could, Molly ran from the platform and into the station, which was the only way out. As she ran, her sandals flew off her feet and skidded along the surface of the platform, leaving Molly barefoot as well. Oblivious to this newest clothing misadventure, Molly kept her eyes on the exit, ignoring everything else as much as she could.

Molly ran across the platform, giving the commuters still at the station a fine view of her shapely butt as she ran to go with the view from the front they’d already had.

Feeling every bit of her magnificent body bounce as she barrelled down the stairs. Molly brought her arm across around her breasts trying to contain her sensational orbs of flesh from continuously spilling out of them. She brought her right hand to cup her crotch as more people looked over at the bare tanned ass that hypnotically attracted anyone's gaze.

Currently she was on her way to the parking lot so she could drive home and tell her boss about an emergency that came up, hopefully exemplifying her from being even more late. She felt someone grab at her buns as she pushed past a group of people.