The offer from the discount holiday site popped up in my inbox towards the end of a long day at work. It offered a cheap deal on dinner, bed and breakfast for two nights at a hotel in a remote village in the Dales; even for a single girl it was value for money.

I got home and found the idea of escaping - for even just one night, never mind two - so tempting. My sister was clinging, my parents were overbearing. I went and booked it straight after dinner, and enjoyed the feeling of having done so for at least a day, before I told anyone about it. I checked train times, and bus links to the place, and planned what to do with my time there: mainly a couple of good, long country walks. I started to really look forward to it.

I told my family that I wanted a few days away. I charmed my boss into thinking he could manage without me - the deal was only valid on weekdays. Holidays - and getting there - always made me feel excited (and, truth be told, slightly horny)...the promise of the unknown, I think. Also, the utter dearth of available women in my small town was really beginning to get me down, so a few days somewhere new could only be a nice change. I wondered vaguely if I would meet someone, because it certainly couldn't be any harder than around here. But mainly, I was honestly just desperate to get away for a while. It was proving to be a balmy Autumn, and I relished the idea of walking in the bright air, with the mist, the crisp air, the colours of the flowers, the leaves on the turn. I settled in to my normal regime with a certain buoyancy that only the anticipation of a whole three days by myself could give.

Finally, the time rolled around. The night before, I ate with my family, then went to pack. I intended taking only a smallish rucksack, and the bare minimum of clothes. My walking boots were the heaviest (but really important) things. As for the rest, I settled on a versatile but functional selection of stuff, to cover all eventualities. Finally, I laid out what I wanted to travel in, and slid into bed with a real sense of anticipation.

The next morning, I showered and dressed and dried my hair before putting it in a loose plait. I finally threw my emergency make-up, some hair grips and my hairbrush into my bag and I was good to go. I tied the ends of my open shirt around my waist, stuffed something to read and my notebook into my handbag, made sure I had my purse, phone and keys, and pulled on my fleece. My dad was going to drop me at the station on his way to work. It was early for a day off - but no earlier than I usually set off for work. I was quite ridiculously excited in myself, though! Ah, to be off on my own, somewhere new!

The local station was pretty deserted as my dad left me. I bagged myself a window seat when the train arrived and enjoyed the view rolling past - although, like everyone else, I had to tuck in as more and more people got on. A young chap in a cheap suit sat next to me. I took great pleasure in ignoring his attempts to catch my eye for the rest of the journey.

At the mainline station where our train terminated, I found the waiting room and pulled out breakfast from my bag - a ham and cheese croissant and a small flask of coffee. I drank a cup and ate the croissant, then moved to the platform for my connecting train.

The black trousers of a trim woman in her early thirties caught my attention, and I whiled away the waiting time by surreptitiously checking her out. I would have wasted a whole journey trying to attract her attention - had I not, at the last minute, clocked a pretty redhead in a denim mini and a scruffy jacket slightly further down the platform. This girl smiled as I caught her eye. She was a bit short for my liking, but she smiled again as we stepped forward to meet the incoming train. We got on at opposite ends of the carriage, and met in the middle. She was really very nice - small, but perfectly-formed, with a gorgeous smile.

This train was filling up, and as I slid into a set of airline-style seats, she touched my arm and spoke. 'May I?'

I felt my heart flip quickly, as I looked at her over my shoulder. She was pointing at the seat next to the aisle.

I nodded. 'Just a sec.' I heaved my bag into the overhead rack and slumped down in the window seat. She slid in gracefully next to me, making my pulse begin to race. Cute, smooth in her movements, with a good grasp of grammar and a pretty voice. And now sitting next to me.

I struggled out of my fleece and untied my shirt, pushing it a little to either side of my body - and watched out of the corner of my eye as she wriggled out of her battered green jacket to reveal a nice pair of bare shoulders and a tight black strappy top, which hugged a very tempting pair of breasts. Her hair tumbled over pale, slightly freckled skin. I rested my heel on the heating rail thing below the seat and leant my elbow on my knee, letting my hand dangle between my thighs. She gathered her loose, curly hair up and pushed it over her far shoulder, revealing a milky neck. How lovely it would be to kiss that neck, I thought.

Under the hem of her top, I could just see the edge of a lacy bra. She glanced over and we smiled at each other. When I dropped my gaze, my eyes ran down over her, and I noticed the outline of a navel ring through her top. I bit my lip gently, as a stab of arousal pierced my insides.

Slowly, she crossed her legs away from me, letting me appreciate the shape of her thigh through her sheer black tights. She felt in the pocket of her jacket as the train pulled away. The guard started making his announcements. I shifted slightly in my seat to turn a little towards her and allowed myself a few long moments to appreciate her. Fingering my ticket in my shirt pocket, I let the open shirt slide away from my breasts. She pulled out a Blackberry phone and checked her messages.

I felt my heart beat faster. I'd just upgraded to a Blackberry. I still had very little idea of how to use it to its fullest. With a dry mouth, I said softly, 'I've just got one of them.'

She looked up at me, and I pointed at her handset. She smiled prettily. 'And? Do you like it?' Nice posh accent like mine, but with a hint of somewhere northern.

'Er...yeah, I s'pose. I'm not really sure how everything works on it yet, though. It's literally new, like this last weekend.'

She rested hers in her lap and turned more towards me. 'Let's have a look.' She held out her palm. Her skin looked soft, and her small fingers were thin and delicate.

I fumbled in my jeans pocket for my phone, and caught her looking at my legs as I pulled it out and handed it over. She fiddled with it for a few seconds then asked, 'You're not on BB Messenger, then?'

'Um...no idea, to be frank.'

She giggled and fiddled with both our phones for a second or two. 'You are now.' She handed mine back and our fingers lingered together. She grinned at me, and I had a good look into her bright eyes. It was possible she was teasing me, but I suddenly and recklessly didn't care. She was very cute.

She typed something quickly on her phone, and I felt mine vibrate in my hand. I opened the message. It was from someone called Kat. hi, amy. welcome aboard.kx

She watched me read it, and grinned again when I held the phone up for her to see. 'Is that you?' I asked, unnecessarily.

'Yep. It's like texting but completely free. Just between Blackberry users.' She uncrossed her legs, and I enjoyed the movement of her thighs. She shifted in her seat and crossed them tightly towards me instead. I moved my leg to give her foot a bit more room, and was very conscious of how near the toe of her boot was to my calf.

'So I could reply to you, without actually knowing your number?'

Her eyes definitely moved over my body and legs. 'Yep.' She was still smiling, waiting for me to catch up.

I hit reply, and typed, hi kat. you remind me of someone.ax

As soon as I'd sent it, I regretted it. Then I cleared my throat and asked aloud, 'It kind of relies on us both having the same phone, though.'

She shrugged. 'Aren't we lucky?' She gave me a broad, tempting, slightly naughty smile. Her phone buzzed - with my message - and she automatically moved her fingers to display it. I watched her begin to read it, then looked away, embarrassed. I felt her eyes on me as she glanced back. I genuinely thought the little giggle she gave was at something else, and I didn't dare wonder what she was doing with her phone. It hadn't been the best of lines ever, but I felt under pressure, on the spot. And I was out of touch.

My phone vibrated, and before I had time to think about it, I was checking the new message.

someone nice i hope.kxx

I know I blushed, but at that moment the guard entered our carriage. I made a great show of getting my ticket out of my shirt pocket, while I desperately tried to think of something cool to reply to Kat. I'd lied in my message. I'd just always quite liked the idea of redheads.

The guard checked both our tickets and confirmed both our destinations to us as he handed them back. He moved on, and I felt myself deflate slightly: Kat was leaving the train soon. The idea of having established contact with her, then losing her, sharpened my mind. My heart was beating fast, and I sensed I'd been given a gilt-edged opportunity. How not to throw it away, then?

Kat looked at me, but I blushed and looked away. Not before noticing the bright wideness of her lovely eyes, though. I began typing into my phone again. nice enough. sexy and ginger anyway.axx

When her phone buzzed subtly again, I held my breath. I know she looked at me, but I didn't dare catch her eye. Her fingers typed, my handset buzzed in my lap. I watched her, then read the message. bet you say that to all the girls. :) kxx

I thought for a second then replied. what, ginger? only where it's true.axx

I watched her read it, and saw the grin spread across her face. When she looked up at me, I held her gaze for once. She almost said something, but her face looked so pretty, I felt as if I was beginning to lean in to kiss her. She looked down suddenly and began typing into her phone again.

I read the message quickly, my mouth dry. oh it's true, baby. what about the 'sexy' bit?kxx

I shifted in my seat, and felt her shoulder against mine. She didn't move. I wanted to say something, but when our eyes met, I could only open my mouth dumbly. I felt us lean a little together, though. I shut my mouth again and began typing on the keypad. oh that's true too, def :) axx

As she opened the message, she uncrossed her legs and sat back in the seat. Her bare shoulder pressed into mine, and I felt her move a touch closer. I took a long moment or two to admire her thighs. Her cute knees pressed together against the back of the seat in front. I let mine drift a little more apart and judged the gap between my knee and hers at a couple of inches at most. From there, my eyes moved up over her waist (ohhhh, that navel ring again) and up to her breasts. I could see some lovely cleavage, and a hint of curve, under the thin black top and lacy pink bra.

She glanced at me and typed her reply. enjoying the view, then?kx

I looked at her, and saw her pull at her top a little, to reveal just a tiny bit more of the curve of her breast.

mmm, loving it so far.ax

After a moment's thought, I sent another: you started it, tho. you smiled at me on the platform.x

I watched her smile. Her reply came quickly, then she turned her head to watch me. i always smile at hot chicks.kx

Her eyes moved quite openly down from my face, over my body and legs, before going back to my face. Her eyes were bright and round, and drew me in. Her lips were full and slightly parted. She smiled again, and this time I smiled back.

and does it get you anywhere?ax

sometimes. getting good vibes today. what do you think?kxx

Our arms were pressed together, and I dared to move my knee across towards her. It connected with hers, and a little tingle of pleasure ran through me. She felt warm against me. We leant in to each other a little more as our legs pushed closer together. I took great pleasure in seeing her knees open a little, and relished the slight tautening of her miniskirt across her thighs.

think you cld go anywhere you want with me.axx

Her leg moved gently up and down against mine, slowly. I could feel the heat of her body, and smell the sweetness of her hair so close to my face. Her fingers hesitated, then flew over the keys of her handset. really? is that a promise?kx

She typed again, after letting her eyes linger again on various points of my body and legs: btw...with, or on? ;P kxx

I paused for a moment and watched her chest rise and fall quickly. Just for a moment, I had a shockingly vivid mental image of the two of us together, her mouth moving from mine down over my neck and chest while I kissed her shoulders...I wondered how her skin would taste on my tongue...

We were stealing lingering glances at each other as much as we could. I wanted to fold her into my arms and kiss her milky skin, feel her move on top of me and, well, let her do whatever she wanted to me. I took a deep breath and considered my response for a second.

with or on. both. or in. all 3 wld be good. only if i get to check out the ginger thing, tho. ;) axx

She more or less held my gaze on her while she typed the reply. sounds like a deal to me.kx

The train began to slow, and the guard announced the stop. She messaged again. got to go. been fun. :( see you soon?kx

can i have your number? :) axx

She grinned at me as she reluctantly stood up and pulled on her jacket, gathering her stuff. A final message for me before she shrugged her bag onto her shoulder. stay in touch, babes.kxx She slipped her phone into her pocket.

I smiled at her and wiggled my fingers in a shy little wave. She returned the gesture, then moved off down the carriage.

I strained to see her through the window as she got off the train, but she was lost in the crowds. I moved myself across both seats and prayed I'd be left alone; I calmed myself, deep breathing as the train pulled away, and shook my head, hardly daring to believe what had just happened.