Chapter 4

With my apologies for posting chapter 2 twice... ☹️

On the evening in question, Cassie watched as Mike heaved their bags into the rack above their seats. She took off her coat, straightened the dress and sat down. There were only a few other passengers and they were at the far end of the carriage, which comforted her. Outside it was pitch black, as the train ran through the countryside. Cassie glanced at her reflection in the window. The round neckline of the dress revealed a lot of her breasts, and the valley between them said she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were within an inch of being on show and, because they were erect, they made little bulges in the thin material.

She leaned forward towards Mike, allowing him to stare down the front of her dress.

“Wow!” he said. “When you do that I can see the whole of your breasts!”

“Is that what you want?”

“For a start, yes.”

Cassie raised her eyebrows and sat back, catching her breath. She’d assumed that the dress was an end in itself, not the first step in something Mike was planning. “What else do you want?” she asked.

“Just a moment. Here comes the ticket collector.”

As Mike held out their tickets to the man, one of them slipped through his fingers and dropped to the floor. Without thinking, Cassie bent down to pick them up. The collector’s eyes opened wide as Cassie’s bare breasts swung in front of him. She blushed, but Mike and the man shared a complicit smile.

“Everything in order,” the man commented, returning the tickets to Cassie. “In fine order!” He passed along the carriage.

“Mike! You did that on purpose!” Cassie protested.

“Yup! And you looked great! Right, let’s sort something for when he comes back.”

“Pardon?” Cassie was shocked, but also, she had to admit, turned on by being exposed to a stranger.

“Well, he’s admired your breasts, so maybe when he comes back, we’ll let him see some leg.” Mike said.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Cassie said.

“Very much so. Are you on for it? Three weeks of housework?”

Cassie didn’t reply. She wasn’t sure about this. But if it made Mike happy ... She leaned back and crossed her legs, relieved that she’d decided to wear tights. The dress was a lot shorter than she was used to.

“Okay,” she said. “It’s up to you ... You know what you’re aiming at, so just tell me what to do. It’s all your responsibility. You decide how much you want him to see. I’ll follow instructions.”

Mike leaned across towards Cassie and pushed the dress further up her thighs. The reinforced section of her tights came into view. He sat back, examined her and shook his head.