Indescretion

Rain spattered on the windows as Usha sipped on her coffee, while waiting for the afternoon train. Each day was the same, train for half an hour to the city, work at the office and then commute back by train to her husband.

She knew he would be tired from construction, and had already planned what to cook for dinner.

A soft sigh escaped her, as she looked out the window from the station café.

‘Train 4 to Scottsdale arriving in 10 minutes’

The voice rang out and for a moment dimmed out the sounds of people moving about in the station.

Each day, bleed into the next, and that grey common day life was wearing her down.

The coffee was finished, just a minute or two before the train arrived and she picked up her suitcase and went out to board the train, her white blouse soaked during the half a minute in the rain between the café and the train.

Cursing under her breath she took the first viable seat she could find and sat down with a deep sigh.

Oblivious to the world around her, Usha tugged at her wet blouse and were almost to tears, now she had to clean as well when she got back home.

“Rough day?”

Usha blinked and looked at the brunette sitting beside her, a slightly upturned cute nose and blond locks in her otherwise dark brown hair.

Ushas heart leapt, as she looked into the eyes of the most stunning woman she had ever seen.

“Yah..” The reply came as a stutter but then she quickly gathered her thoughts and unbidden spilled the horrors of her work day with the woman beside her.

The half an hour train ride home, went quicker then ever and a station before her the woman rose, offering a smile.

“I’m Scar by the way.”

The woman chuckled softly under her breath as she departed the train and left Usha on her own once more.

The rest of the evening and night went by as if in a blur, and she fell asleep in her husband's arms, dreaming vividly about coffee and train company.

***

The coming four weeks, Usha found to her delight that Scar shared almost the same train habits on the return back home. Near each day, they sat together and spoke about their days and finally more and more private matters.

Usha learned that her new friend was a dance instructor in the city and had a tad bit more energetic and adventurous life than her own.

As time passed by, Usha shared that she had not slept with her husband for seven weeks and she feared that a lot of the romance had died down, killed by the monotone and dull life they both shared.

It was a Thursday, mid november when Scar asked Usha if she could arrive a little late on the coming day. She needed to give Usha a surprise.

Usha nervously agreed, not quite comfortable breaking her schedule but her husband had poker night with his friends and was out of town.

Friday went by, a few angry phone calls at the office but Usha left work with a lighter step than in years as she went to the station to meet her friend.

To her dismay, this friday it poured again and as she entered the station her soft blue blouse was moist and clung to her body like a second skin. She adjusted her suit jacket and hefted her briefcase in her hand as she took a deep breath and went inside.

Near a hundred people were crammed into the station, moving like an organism our of this world, each little motion from one person spread into the next three and spilled out through the crowd.

Yet like a beacon of light, she saw Scar standing in a stark red dress, slit up along her left leg, leaning against the wall by the bathrooms.

She moved up and was greeted by a bright warm smile, as Scar then embraced her in a hug. The hug broke off with a warm chuckle from Scar.

“I know I look good, but your already wet”

The other woman brusquely took a hold of her arm and led her into the bathroom.

The restroom was classic, white tiles, four cubicles and four sinks next to a massive mirror that ran along the whole wall.

Surprisingly it was empty, and it was at this point Usha registered there had been a sign on the door as it swung open.

Usha found herself pushed into one of the cubicles and pressed up against the wall, staring into the dark brown eyes of the other woman.

Scar parted her lips, but did not speak instead she licked her lips and reached a hand down, and Usha could feel her sharp nails scrape against the inside of her thighs, outside of her thighs.

Usha felt a shiver rise from her groin, up along her spine and a sharp intake of air left her lips as she just stood there, pressed against the wall.

Scar kept a smile on her lips as she eased the grip on Usha and used her other hand to slowly unbutton the lower buttons of her blouse.

“Tell me to stop at any moment, sweetie.”

The warm sultry words left Scars lips, as her adventurous fingers slipped in under her blouse to brush against Ushas stomach.

Usha sank her teeth into her lower lip to prevent her from gasping, and she could see the desires in her eyes reflected in Scars, as the other woman leaned in and planted her lips upon Ushas.

Together they kissed, deeply with a passion Usha thought lost years ago and she could feel how Scar moved her fingers up along her thigh, until her fingers pressed against the fabric of her panties. A blush spread over her cheeks as she knew Scar could feel the throbbing heat emanating down there.

Usha felt a nailed finger, gently traced the outlines of her panties and then like a snake slipped in under. She shuddered once again, as she could feel the warm skin of Scars finger against her now exposed moist sex, and she broke the kiss and widdened her eyes.

“Scar?”

The name was barely made audible, and was met with a throaty chuckle by the other woman who quickly withdrew her exploring hands and nodded her head.

“Have a wonderful weekend sweetie”

Then like a hurricane, Scar left the cubicle and the restrooms, leaving Usha standing on unsteady legs against the thin wall of the cubicle.

***

The autumn rains had shifted into a white thick carpet of snow that covered the grounds, everywhere you went you could hear jingle bells and Christmas music playing.

The life in the station died down a bit as people went on vacations over the holidays.

Life for Usha had taken a swing for the better as of late, she still commuted with Scar on her way back now and then, the spoke friendly shared stories about their days but not once did either of them mention the vivid moment in the cubicle. It was like a distant fond memory, as if a dream.

Ushas husband, Chris, had received new orders as a reserve officer and had to spend the holidays in Germany.

This had taken up a lot of the conversations between Scar and Usha about what to do on Christmas when alone. Thankfully Usha had her family to spend the holidays with, but once the day after Christmas came she found herself alone in her house once more.

Usha sat in the kitchen window, overlooking the street outside, savouring the decorations when her phone buzzed.

She almost choked on her hot cocoa as she studied the text.

‘Can I come over, I need to talk’

Chris wasn't home, could she possibly allow Scar to come over, she had never taken Scar into her home that would almost be breaking some rule, making reality of a dream.

Shaking fingers she typed in her address and the words ‘Always’

Two hours later, covered in snow, Scar showed up and unlike most often she was underdressed. Instead of the near constant dressed to kill outfits, dresses and designer clothes she came wearing black sweatpants and a grey hoodie.

It was visible she had been crying, her mascara had suffered from the tears and a slight hint of red could be seen under the eyes.

Whatever was to come, whatever the conversation were it needed wine.

Usha invited Scar in, and living room and brought two large glasses and a bottle of wine with her.

“What's the matter, Scar?”

Three bottles of wine later, hours of talking and seven logs into the fireplace, Usha had gotten a clearer image of her friend than ever before.

Scar had been in a relationship, a long term one, but had in a heated discussion mentioned her trespass with Usha. In retaliation her lover had thrown a spat and cheated on her in turn.

Now Scar, the ever adventurous, was without shelter, no roof over her head but a steady income.

“Chris is not home for another month at least, you can have the guest room.”

Usha widened her eyes, as she realised she had not thought those words in fact they had been voiced rather sternly even, as if there were no debate and no way to turn down such an offer.