| Brief Encounter Olivia Hamilton loved long train journeys, but she was less enthusiastic about business meetings. So as she arrived at King’s Cross station for the trip to Edinburgh she was full of mixed emotions. Olivia was 5’10” with a very trim figure. Today she was in a smart beige pinstripe skirt suit with a light blue silk blouse, blue seamed stockings and red stilettos. Her make-up was bold but tasteful, her long strawberry blond hair was neatly pinned up, and was complemented by dangly diamante earrings and a matching choker. The next day’s meeting was with the board of directors of the cosmetics company she worked for. At the relatively young age of 28, Olivia was already a senior manager in the product development division, and she was keen to show off some new lines, the marketing of which would be the core business of the meeting. This would be her first such meeting with the board, and it was a persistent rumour in the organisation that this kind of invitation was the first step towards being offered a directorship. But Olivia was pragmatic by nature and preferred to take things in her stride. She was quite excited because the train she was catching today had two special coaches on it which were modelled on the compartment trains she’d only seen in old movies. Her ticket stated ‘Coach C: Compartment F’ - she’d had to reserve it, and she hoped that it would be a relatively quiet one. Her heels clicked seductively along the platform as she smoked what would be her last cigarette for quite some time. She stopped suddenly in her tracks when she got there – the compartment was occupied only by a young girl. Olivia slid the door open and the young girl looked up from the pages of her 'Sugar' magazine. “This is compartment C:F?” she asked, gesturing at the empty seats. The girl nodded her head. Olivia put her briefcase and overnight bag up on the luggage rack. She sat down primly, straightening her skirt, and took her mobile phone out of her handbag. After making a brief call she looked intently at the little girl sitting opposite her. The girl was in a flowery cotton summer dress with a tiny white cardigan, frilly ankle socks, and brown sandals. A straw summer hat was lying on the seat beside her. She looked as pretty as a polished brass button. “Are you OK sweetie,” Olivia casually asked in her calm quiet voice. The girl nodded. “Where’s your mummy?”. The girl put her magazine down nervously, “I’m travelling alone, Mummy can’t come till tomorrow.” “Are you going anywhere nice? I have a boring business meeting to attend in Edinburgh tomorrow.” The girl perked up, “Ooh I’m off there too, gonna stay with my granny for a couple of weeks.” Olivia paused for a moment, “You’re very young to be travelling alone.” The girl responded confidently, “I just turned 9, but Mummy says I’ll be OK as long as I don’t speak to any strange men.” Olivia chuckled reassuringly, “That’s for sure!”. She looked even more intensely at the girl. “What’s your name sweetie?”. “Rosie.” “Well that’s a very pretty name, and you have rosy cheeks too!”. The girl blushed. Olivia tried not to lick her lips, “Mmm, and you have such beautiful fine red hair,” she added, admiring the mane that hung half way down the girl’s back. “I’m Olivia by the way.” Rosie leaned over to take hold of Olivia’s hand to shake it, “Pleased to meet you Miss Olivia,” she courteously replied in a faint Scottish lilt. “Umm I think you’re very pretty too,” she added uneasily. Olivia smiled and watched as Rosie sat back on her seat looking slightly flustered. “Why thank you. You’re a very polite young lady.” The train started to pull out of the station for the four and a half hour journey, and Olivia and Rosie continued to chatter on about all sorts of little inconsequential things, until Rosie asked, “Miss Olivia, what kind of business are you in?”. Olivia was just about to begin when they heard the clanking of a trolley outside. After a brief tap on the compartment door, a girl with a neat blond ponytail (who looked to be no more than about eighteen) stuck her head inside and asked, “Would you like any refreshments?”. Olivia looked the girl up and down, admiring the smart grey skirt and blue blouse of her uniform, and noted the name on her badge: ‘Laurel’. She surveyed the contents of the trolley. “I’d like a cappuccino (no sugar), and a prawn salad sandwich on granary if you have one. And whatever the young lady wants.” Rosie jumped up and down, “Banana milk shake please, and I’d love one of those scrummy looking chocolate muffins, if it’s OK?”. Olivia smiled, “Of course it is hunny.” She paid the trolley dolly with a twenty-pound note and refused to take any change from her. Winking at her she added, “Hope to see you again soon, Miss”. Laurel smiled and went on her way. Rosie started to fumble in her purse, “Mummy gave me some money for snacks…” she started. “Oh don’t be so silly Rosie, this is my treat…” Olivia responded, “…a pleasure in fact.” Rosie took a nibble of the muffin and slurped on her milkshake, “So Miss Olivia, you were about to tell me what you do?” Olivia dabbed the crumbs from the corner of her crimson lips, “I work for a cosmetics company”. Rosie looked puzzled. “That’s make-up and perfumes and stuff,” Olivia added. “Oh wowzers! That’s so neat!”. Olivia took another sip of her coffee. “Well it’s hard work, but worth it. I have a range of our new samples with me. Maybe you’d like to try something?” she casually asked. “Oh yes please Miss Olivia!”. Rosie shuffled to the edge of her seat. Olivia finished her coffee and took down her briefcase. She placed it squarely on her lap and snapped it open. “You can’t buy these in the shops just yet… Let me see… we have a new shiny pink lipstick that’s guaranteed not to smudge, and an exotic glittery green eyeshadow. I’m sure they’d look very pretty on you. But first, I’d love to brush that gorgeous hair of yours.” Rosie’s eyes lit up. She hopped over to sit beside Olivia, fanned out the skirt of her dress, and kissed Olivia squarely on the cheek. “You are so kind, Miss Olivia.” Olivia took a hairbrush out of her handbag and gently took hold of Rosie’s shoulders and positioned her so her back was half turned towards her. Olivia spent what seemed like a long time brushing through the soft shiny locks, and then to Rosie’s surprise she pulled a green ribbon out of her bag, and tied the red hair back into a loose bunch. “There, that shows off your pretty little face even better,” Olivia complimented, holding up a hand mirror for Rosie to see. Rosie beamed. “Now Rosie, wriggle round and turn towards me”. Rosie did so. Olivia stroked the girl’s flushed cheeks, and fleetingly kissed her on the lips. Rosie’s smile turned into a big grin. “Mmm!”. Olivia worked slowly and conscientiously applying the lipstick and eyeshadow to Rosie’s soft features, and added a hint of green mascara to her long lashes. She even dampened and slightly trimmed the girl’s reddish eyebrows. Rosie looked attentively at Olivia’s face. “I’d love to have my eyebrows shaved off and painted back in like you got,” she said, admiring Olivia’s black arches. Olivia laughed, “Well it’s best to have that done at a salon done by electrolysis, and it costs money, but I think your mummy might go a bit mad if we did that.” “Yeah she’d probably go fucking nuts,” Rosie responded. Olivia laughed again, feeling somewhat aroused by Rosie’s colourful language. “All done now sweetie. Here, look in the mirror again.” At first Rosie was stunned into silence, then, with a tear in the corner of her eye, she blurted out, “Oh fucking wowzers! Thank you so much! I look so fucking pretty.” She paused for a moment before pleading, “Please don’t tell me off for swearing Miss Olivia.” “Of course I won’t.” Rosie then studied Olivia’s finger and toe nails, which like her lips were painted crimson. “Umm, could you do my nails too please Miss?”. Olivia again rummaged in her briefcase. “Luckily for you, young lady, I also have the nail polish that goes with your lipstick. It’s so important to match your colours.” Rosie sat back opposite Olivia, kicked off her open-toe sandals, and stuffed her socks into her handbag. Olivia stroked the dainty feet and trimmed and filed the petite nails before carefully painting on the shiny pink varnish. Rosie wriggled her toes around to let them dry and then slipped her sandals back on. Next Olivia went to work on her hands, giving her a manicure and painting the nails. Rosie looked like a perfect painted doll and seemed delighted with the results. Her next action totally shocked Olivia. Rosie glanced over to study the compartment door and windows, “Why don’t we pull the blinds and put up the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign?”. Before Olivia could answer, Rosie had done it. “There, we’re more private now,” she said matter-of-factly. Olivia’s heart was pounding. Rosie didn’t sit back in her seat. Instead she stunned Olivia once more. She pulled off her pink cotton panties (dumping them on the seat), jumped up onto Olivia’s lap, hooked her hands lovingly round her neck, and said, “Kiss me please Miss Olivia.” Olivia didn’t have time to think about it because in a flash Rosie had locked lips with her, forcing her spongy tongue deep into Olivia’s mouth. Olivia cuddled the little child close to her, eventually daring to slide her hand up the girl’s creamy white thighs and finding her glistening honey pot. She ran her finger’s around the labia and carefully felt for the hymen, but it seemed it had already been popped, and her finger slid effortlessly into Rosie’s moist vagina. Rosie too slid a hand inside Olivia’s skirt, and lovingly caressed around the stocking tops and played with the metal suspender clasps, before slipping it inside the older woman’s lace thong. Her small fingers were soon diving between the shaved vaginal lips. They embraced like this for a long time - until they were disturbed by a tap on the compartment door. “Tickets please!”. Rosie leaped off Olivia’s lap and straightened her dress in preparation. Olivia quickly hid the child’s panties inside her own handbag. “Come on in!” she commanded. The conductor inspected their travel documents, clipped them, and sensing that he’d intruded on something, winked at Rosie and quietly left. The two girls carried on kissing and cuddling and groping for the remainder of the journey, and before they knew it, the train was pulling into Edinburgh station. “Time sure does fly when you’re having fun!” Olivia observed. “Here Rosie, you can keep the lipstick, eyeshadow and nail polish, I have got plenty more”. Rosie was thrilled and carefully put the items into her bag. They got the rest of their things together and made their way to the carriage door. When the train stopped, Rosie immediately spotted her grandmother waiting on the platform. She started to wave furiously, “Oh hi Granny!”. She turned to Olivia and gave her a hug, “Thank you so much, Miss Olivia, I’ve had a lovely time!” Olivia squeezed a twenty-pound note into the girl’s hand, “And so have I Rosie.” Rosie smiled. And with that Rosie had disappeared off with her beloved grandmother, both of them gaily chattering away. Olivia lit up a well-needed cigarette, ‘Oh Fuck!’ she thought to herself ‘and we didn’t even exchange phone numbers or emails. Oh fuck it!’. She did however still have the girl’s panties in her handbag. |