I saw her at the railway station, platform 4, just before 5:pm. Its funny, the silly little things you remember isn't it? She had her back to me, but I could tell it was her. I couldn't mistake that figure. That trim bum, those long slim legs, that softly curving waist. It was Miho! I hadn't seen her for ages, in fact I heard she'd quit town. But now, evidently, she was back. So I thought I'd surprise her. She's that type of girl. No, no not THAT type, I'm not being derogatory here. Its just she loved surprises. She liked other stuff too. Which is how I met her. We had similar tastes and....well you know how it goes. If you've got leanings in a certain direction and IRC access then you are bound to meet. So we met and we had some wild, wild times. I'll tell you about them one day, but now I'm firmly rooting in the here and now. Or should I say 5pm on platform 4. Miho and me, what a team! And I was just about to put us into play again. Creeping up on her was no problem. The platform was crowded with commuters going about their busy little ways, striding impatiently around in their business suits, pushing you out of their, self important, way. They wouldn't notice me. And neither did she. The first she knew about me even being there was when I snapped the handcuff on her wrist. I always kept a pair on me, well you never know when opportunity will come a knocking. Like now. She was so shocked that she just froze, which made it ridiculously easy to grab her free arm and imprison it in the cold, clutching steel. Bound tight with its twin. I grabbed her by the upper arms and pushed her face against a wide, brick pillar that supported the roof. She started to murmur I but I quickly gathered my old Army raincoat around us. It was a voluminous garment, built in the old days when you got yards of material for your tax dollars. You could hide a multitude of sins in there my friend. Very much like I hid her. The coat surrounded her completely, from her forehead down to her knees, it swept around her like a Bedouin's tent. She was such a tiny little thing. I pushed the gabardine lapels into her mouth, balling them tightly so she couldn't push it out with her tongue. Nor would the coat fall open. Finally I kicked her legs apart slightly. We were ready to play. "Hi baby, bet you never expecting to see me again huh?" As I kissed the top of her head. She made a noise. It could have been a grunt, a murmur, or one of Shakespeare's soliloquies, but all it sounded like to me was gurgling. Soft gurgling. "Gonna make up for lost time. Bet you've missed me." I said as my hand crept up from her waist, scuttling like a crab, towards the curve of her left breast. My right staying, holding her hip. The rearguard looking after the bridgehead. It will get called into action soon enough. But first the advance party must do its work. "Hmmmmm!" She wasn't being very expressive was she? She tried twisting her body and flapping her hands uselessly around. But she didn't make any intelligible, or more to the point, loud, noises. Even when my hand gently captured one of her breasts and started squeezing and tickling. She went dippy hippy on me. You understand? No? Well its when you start to wind a woman up, she starts to dip her hips from side to side and up and down. Oh come on you must have noticed. You really have led sheltered lives! Ok maybe you don't have the experience that I have. Maybe you don't tend towards winding your women up on a crowded railway platform. Anyway, she's dippy hipping and I was squeezing her tit and rubbing my rapidly hardening cock against her fabulously curved buttocks. We were having a hell of a time. I was whispering stuff like "How's that feel? You're getting hot aren't you? This is getting you off isn't it?" directly into her ear as I bent over her. She moaned. Quietly. What a nice polite girl. Not wanting to make a fuss. Just standing there on that platform having her tit fondled, in front of about a thousand people and she just moans, quietly. I just love the Japanese, they have such decorum. Such a tidy, collected race they are. No fuss, no hassle just a quiet moan. From deep inside my raincoat. I decided to reward her self control with a little excursion behind the enemy lines. First breach the outer defences. A bit of a minor struggle here as the button of her Levi's was a bit stiff, as they were so tight on her. Finally it was open, but it had not gone undetected as I could hear the moans increasing and her breathing change up a gear. The zip parted easily and I was able to start a slow rubbing with the tips of my fingers along the top of her panties. I could feel her exclamation mark of pubic hairs pushing against smooth cotton of her panties. They felt like workaday panties, plain and functional. My hand crept stealthily down towards its ultimate goal. Now she was hippy dipping furiously. So much so she was in danger of stopping me from acquiring my target. So I squeezed her nipple, rolling it between my fingers like a fine Cuban cigar. "Shhhhhhh!" I whispered. "Relaaaaaaax, don't worry, nothing bad will happen. Just relax." At first nothing, then I could feel her body start to unlock. So my hands took up their relentless rhythm. The tit hand was gently moulding its breast in a gently, but firm, squeezing action. It also had a secondary duty of teasing the nipple until it was steel hard. I'm happy to report that that didn't take long at all. And before long it stuck out like a machine gun from a pillbox. Down under, where the light rarely shines, my other hand had at last captured its prize and was eagerly seeking to take possession. When it first moved in she was mildly damp, virtually dry through the thick cotton gusset. So I started to gently saw across her clit in a nice, smooth, gentle, rocking motion. Of course I'd vary it a bit, every now and then, by describing small circles on her nub. Gently, gently oh so gently. Meanwhile the world walked on by. Occasionally jostling my back as I huddled over my girl. Pleasuring her. And she dampened her gusset, in response. "Mmmmmur mmmmmmmurr" She whimpered. Ooh! She was so sweet, I couldn't have eaten her up. My arm crossed her chest and started the assault on the rise of her other breast. In doing so I was able to pull her body hard against mine and lock her into position. I was getting ready for the finale. My hand started the crawl to the final line of defence and with a quick 'over and under' it crept inside the elastic of her panties and started the trek through the jungle of her pubes towards her valley of pleasure. With its little temple of venus where her goddess of rapture dwelt. Now her whimperings were coming through in short bursts while her chest heaved liked bellows. My tit hand had achieved its objective and now her other nipple stood erect like a sentinel on the hillock of her firm breast. "Right Sir I'm going in." "Good luck old chap." The handshake, the hand, the finger, the button. My finger delved inside her gash seeking out her clit. Her nether lips kissed the tip of my finger softly as I carefully pushed them aside to gain access to my prize. She stiffened slightly as flesh met flesh. Hot clit and deftly rubbing fingertip moving together. Her moaning stopped and even her breathing seemed to still as she stretched, on tiptoe, as I tickled her bud. The tableau continued for a couple of seconds then she relaxed, and virtually fell, against me. I pushed her jeans down slightly as I sought to get my hand inside the warm, sultry embrace of her upper thighs. Once home I switched to overdrive and my finger river-danced merrily around her rapidly wettening gash. Of course it took part in underground manoeuvres too, darting into the soaking darkness of her womanhood and then pumped briskly before withdrawing and tackling her love button again. "Hmmmmmmm uuuuuurrrrrrrr." Her breathing had reached terminal velocity and her murmurs were faint cries of ascending lust as I sped up my actions. My tit hand mauled and my cunt hand dipped and delved. Her crotch was now a mess of heat and wetness and I could feel her gash try to close around the imposition of my digit as I worked. Finally she was so wet that my finger naturally slid home. As if it had a perfect right be there. So I pumped her, working her rapidly, occasionally reaching and pressing her G spot. My pianist fingers, as my mother used to call them. Now the fingers that could easily span an octave were put to a more prosaic use as I worked them up inside her. Two fingers then three. Stroking deep, before coming out for air, then the plunge again. On and on. And she got hotter, and wetter, and more breathless. I could feel her start to stiffen and arch her back. It was coming. The big one was coming. The typhoon was starting to blow across the foreshore of her lust. Pow! Her head pushed back into my chest and her hips wriggled furiously as my fingers worked their magic. She went as stiff as a board and her whimpers became a long drawn out moan as she came furiously. She was incredibly hot. She couldn't have been getting much these days, if she came this hard. And in public too. It was lucky I stopped by. And still she thrashed around like a fish on a line. Finally it was over and I carefully rewrapped the package. Pulling up her tight jeans, looping the button then applying the zipper, all neat and tidy. Her chest was still heaving as she stood there, forehead against the coarse brick as I unsnicked the handcuffs and dropped them into my pocket. I swivelled her round to face me and said. "Wow! Miho, what a cum!" She steadied her breathing and looked up at me. It wasn't Miho.