The experience I am about to relate could only have happened in Britain in the romantic days of rail travel, when there were still real trains hauled by steam locomotives. Those were the days when tights were worn only by principal boys in pantomime. Women wore fully fashioned nylons with sexy heels and seams and held them up with suspenders.
The day it all happened, I was just turned 18 years of age. Forty plus years on the erotic images in my mind of what happened on that day are as vivid as ever. I
