Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2005 07:14:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Anne Boleyn <anneboleyn69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bisexual Story - Love on a train Part 1

Love on a Train

Part 1

Lesley stepped on to the train and made her way down
the corridor to an empty compartment. There didn't
seem to be many passengers that night. She closed the
sliding door and sat down. It was quite warm in the
compartment and she took off her coat. There was the
sound of a whistle and the train lurched forward and
crawled out of the station, slowly gathering speed.
Lesley watched through the window as a panorama of
street lights, bridges, fences, brick walls and back
gardens flashed past, eventually  giving way to the
blackness of the countryside.
She glanced down at her skirt, wondering if she should
have worn a longer one for the meeting with her boss.
It was black, and very short. She was wearing black
stockings, with suspenders. Lesley was feeling very
relaxed from the three glasses of wine she had drunk
at the hotel. Still feeling warm, she unbuttoned the
top two buttons of her white silk blouse, pulling it
open, revealing the tops of her small,
beautifully-shaped breasts. She leaned back in her
seat and closed her eyes, not noticing that her skirt
had slipped up a little and was showing the lower edge
of her stocking-tops.
Lesley suddenly had a strange feeling that someone was
looking at her. She opened her eyes and looked up.
Outside in the corridor were two teenage boys, staring
at her, open-mouthed. One was very boyish-looking and
cute with brown hair down to his collar, and the other
had much longer blonde hair, a pretty boy; he looked a
bit like a girl. They realized that Lesley had seen
them and they glanced at each other and hurried on
past. 
Lesley looked down and realized that her skirt had
slipped up even higher, showing her stocking-tops and
a little bare thigh above them. She smiled to herself.
No wonder the boys had been staring at her. She felt
quite pleased that they found her attractive and sexy,
even though she was thirty-two.
The train rattled on through the night. It was
eleven-thirty and it was going to be a long journey.
Lesley's mind went back to the meeting at the hotel
with her boss, Elaine. Elaine was older, forty
something, but looked fantastic for her age. She was
slim and pretty, with short blonde hair, blue eyes,
and a very sexy mouth, Lesley thought. Elaine had
offered to put Lesley up at her apartment for the
night, to avoid the long train journey back to London.
"You can sleep on the couch," she had said. Lesley was
sorry she had turned the offer down. She liked Elaine
a lot, she had worked for her for two years now. She
knew Elaine liked her too. She trusted her and
confided in her. They had a lot in common as they were
both divorced and lived alone. Elaine had recently
started going out with a man, much younger than
herself, but he had not moved in with her. There were
rumours that she liked girls. Lesley sometimes found
herself attracted to other women, though she had never
actually done anything about it. She thought that if
she ever had sex with a woman she would like it to be
Elaine. She often wondered what it would be like to
kiss that sexy mouth of hers.
After a while Lesley realized she needed to pee,
probably because of all the wine she had drunk. She
grabbed her purse, slid the door open and made her way
down the corridor, past three or four empty
compartments. One of them was not empty. She
recognized the two boys who had looked in at her. She
couldn't believe what she was seeing. They were
kissing. The pretty blonde boy had his shirt wide open
all the way down the front and the dark-haired boy was
kissing him on the lips. They hadn't seen Lesley and
she stood transfixed, watching them. They were kissing
tenderly, sweetly, almost like girls, their eyes
closed, their arms around each other. The dark boy
slipped his hand under the blonde boy's shirt and
started stroking his bare chest as they kissed. Lesley
found the scene very erotic. She had never seen boys
kissing before. She felt herself getting strangely
excited. 
After a while the boys stopped kissing and  the blonde
boy looked up and saw Lesley. He sat back in his seat
and looked at her, his mouth open. Lesley thought he
looked so pretty, his lips parted, wet from kissing,
and his shirt wide open. His chest was beautifully
smooth and hairless. The dark-haired boy  turned round
and saw Lesley watching. They both stared at her for a
few seconds, then Lesley came out of her trance and
moved quickly on to the Ladies' toilet.
She lifted her skirt and slipped her panties down over
her stocking-tops, and sat on the toilet, beset by
weird feelings. Boys kissing. It was such a lovely
sight. She wondered what they thought of her, a woman,
watching them kiss. She was starting to get quite
horny. She finished peeing and fished around in her
purse for some Kleenex, and taking a couple of sheets
she wiped her pussy. She sat there thinking about the
boys, her hand still between her thighs. She started
stroking her pussy, lightly running her fingers up and
down the moist lips. Pretty boys kissing. She wondered
what else they might have been doing. She felt her
pussy getting wet. She couldn't stay here. She pulled
her panties up and smoothed down her skirt. Pulling
the flush, she stepped out of the toilet, and made her
way back to her compartment.
On the way back she glanced curiously into the boys'
compartment. They were sitting side by side, both
looking at a magazine. There was a picture of a
beautiful redheaded girl on the cover. She was wearing
black stockings and suspenders and nothing else. It
was a porn magazine. The two boys looked up at Lesley
as she went past. She paused briefly and gave them a
knowing smile and a little wave. They smiled back
nervously. She thought they were very cute, especially
the blonde-haired one.
Lesley made her way back to her compartment and sat
down. She felt a rush of strange feelings. She
wondered how old they were, probably about sixteen.
Looking at naughty pictures of girls together and
getting turned on! Fairly normal for teenage boys, she
thought, smiling to herself. Lesley was not averse to
watching the occasional porn film herself, alone in
her apartment. But watching boys kissing was something
new to her, exciting and lovely. She couldn't stop
thinking about them.
Lesley looked out of the window. Lights and buildings
were starting to appear, and the train was pulling
into a station. There was a squeak of brakes and the
train stopped.
The station was deserted except for a young man
sitting on a platform bench, just outside Lesley's
window. He obviously wasn't getting on this train.
Lesley thought he was quite handsome and she stood up
and went to the window. She unbuttoned another blouse
button and stood there provocatively, with her pretty
little breasts almost falling out of her blouse,
fluffing up her hair. She wasn't sure if he could see
her, but she got a perverted thrill out of having her
blouse front open so wide. She felt extremely horny
and she wanted to tease him. He was only a few feet
away from her on the platform, but didn't seem to see
her.
Suddenly the train started moving, and just as it
slowly pulled out, the young man looked up and saw
Lesley in the window. He stood up and stared at her.
Lesley looked back at him and slowly slipped her hand
inside her blouse, cupping her breast, letting him
see. He walked along the platform with the train,
watching her in astonishment as she played with
herself. Just before the train sped up and left the
platform she pulled her blouse wide open and exposed
her beautiful breasts completely to him. He stood
there staring after her, slowly disappearing from view
as the train went round a bend. I'm such a naughty
girl, thought Lesley. I hope I turned him on. I think
I did, she thought.
Lesley went and sat down leaving her blouse wide open,
her breasts exposed. She played with them, softly
touching them and caressing them, running her
fingertips over the pretty brown nipples, feeling how
hard they were. She felt incredibly horny. She moved
her hand downwards, pulled her skirt up, and felt her
panties. They were wet where her pussy was. She
started slowly rubbing herself through her panties,
whilst feeling the soft little mounds of her exposed
breasts with her other hand. She could feel the soft
wet lips of her pussy under the silky black material
of her panties. Feeling very daring, she put both
hands under her skirt, took hold of her panties and
slipped them down, over her stocking-tops, down her
legs and over her shoes, letting them drop to the
floor. Now she had nothing on under her skirt. She
felt outrageously sexy, sitting there with no panties
on.
Concerned that someone might walk past and see her,
Lesley fastened the bottom button of her blouse and
pulled it together a little, so it was just covering
her nipples. She picked up her panties and stuffed
them in her handbag. Sitting back, she eased her skirt
down over her stocking-tops.
Her mind kept drifting back to the two boys in the
compartment further down. She wondered what they were
doing now. They were such cute, sexy boys, she
thought. She would have given anything to watch them
kissing again. Maybe they were looking at pictures of
naked lesbians and getting erections. Lesley felt a
warm, tingly sensation in her crotch. Her hand drifted
down between her thighs. She pulled the hem of her
skirt up slightly and felt the slinky nylon of her
stocking-tops. Her fingers slid upwards over the top
of her stocking to the beautiful smooth skin of her
naked thigh. She stroked the insides of both her
thighs really softly, feather-light. It was such a
lovely sexy feeling. Lesley drifted off into sexual
heaven as she gently played with herself.
All of a sudden she glanced up and saw the dark-haired
boy looking in at her through the glass door. He was
watching her as she sat there, her skirt hiked up, her
stocking-tops in full view, stroking her thighs. His
cute little face was a picture. He couldn't believe
it. Lesley moved her hands away from her thighs but
she didn't quickly pull her skirt down. She let him
look at her sexy stocking-tops for a second, then she
slowly pulled it down. She looked at him and smiled.
The boy stood mesmerized outside the door. Lesley
leant over and slid it open.
"Hi," she said, "can I help you?" She was leaning
forward holding the door handle, her blouse front wide
open. She noticed him staring down at the soft, round
tops of her little breasts.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, you ought to close
your blind," he said, gulping.
"Where's your friend?" she asked, sitting back in her
seat.
"Joey's back in the compartment," he said, "he's
reading." He was blushing. Lesley thought he looked
adorable.
"I'm Lesley," she said, extending her hand, "what's
your name?"
"Billy," he replied, taking her hand. She squeezed his
hand gently before letting it slip slowly out of her
own.
"Come in and sit down for a bit," she said, "I'm all
alone."
"Are you sure it's OK?" he asked nervously.
"Sure," Lesley replied, "Joey can live without you for
a minute, can't he?" She thought of them kissing.
Billy sat down on the seat opposite Lesley. He was
wearing blue jeans and a pale blue T-shirt with short
sleeves. He was a slightly-built boy and she admired
his slender, smooth arms.
"How long have you known Joey?" she asked.
"About a year," he replied, "we're best friends."
"I noticed that," Lesley said.
Billy blushed again. He looks so cute when he blushes,
she thought.
"He's beautiful," she said.
"You saw us kissing," he said shyly.
"Yes," she said softly, "I thought you looked lovely."
Billy looked into Lesley's eyes.
"Really?" he said, "you like that?"
"I never saw two boys kissing before," said Lesley.
"I love kissing him, he's so pretty," he said
honestly.
 "It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen," she said,
taking his hands in hers.
"Honestly?" he said.
"Yes," she replied, squeezing his hands gently, "it
really turned me on."
There was a sudden sharp double blast of a railway
horn and the deafening roar of a train passing them in
the opposite direction. They both looked out of the
window to see lighted carriages flashing past rapidly.
Then a return to darkness and relative quiet. Lesley
looked back at Billy, to find him staring at her legs.
"You looked really sexy just now," he said, "you know,
with your skirt pulled up and everything."
Lesley squeezed his hands again, then let go of them
and leaned back, letting her skirt slip up her thighs.
"I do feel sexy tonight," she said. She put her hands
on her thighs and, keeping her knees together, she
slid her skirt up so that her stockings-tops came into
view. Billy stared at her sexy legs.
"Do you like that?" she asked, looking at him
seductively.
Billy gulped and stared longingly at Lesley's pretty
thighs.
"Yes," he stammered.
Lesley slipped her skirt back down. I'm such a tease,
she thought. This poor sweet boy.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"Not right now," he replied.
"But you like girls?" she said.
"Yes," he said, timidly.
"You must do. I saw the magazine you were looking at,"
she said, "it looked like a girlie magazine."
Billy blushed again and gulped. He opened his mouth to
say something but nothing came out.
"Did it get you excited?" said Lesley softly.
"Yes," he said, watching her as she ran her hands
slowly up her thighs, over her skirt.
Lesley was getting very aroused. She leaned towards
Billy, her pretty face close to his. "Why don't you
tell Joey to come and join us," she said softly, "and
bring the magazine."
Billy looked at her, panic in his eyes.
"Go on," said Lesley, "he must be feeling lonely. He
is your best friend."
"OK," said Billy and he got up and went out. Lesley
rummaged in her purse and got out her compact and a
tube of lipstick. She applied fresh lipstick, checking
herself out in the little mirror. Not bad for
thirty-two, she thought to herself. Putting the
make-up back in her purse, she settled back in her
seat and pulled her blouse apart a little to reveal
more of her breasts, then fixed her skirt so that some
stocking-top was showing. 
Five minutes went by and she wondered whether the boys
would come back. She stared out into the night,
thinking that maybe she had come on too strong and
scared Billy off.
She heard the door slide open and turned round. Billy
came in, leading Joey by the hand.
"Joey, this is Lesley," he said. He pulled Joey in and
they both sat down together on the seat opposite her,
still holding hands. Joey looked shyly at Lesley.  He
was clutching the rolled-up magazine.
"Hello Lesley," he said. 
Lesley looked at him. At close quarters he was
beautiful, with his soft golden wavy hair, down to his
shoulders, big blue eyes with long eyelashes, and a
pretty girlish mouth. She noticed his lips were red,
almost as if he were wearing lipstick.She felt a
sudden strong desire to kiss him, but restrained
herself.
"Joey, you're such a pretty boy," she said,
overwhelmed. She glanced at the magazine in his hand.
"Is that what you two were looking at?" she asked
them.
They looked at each other.
"Can I see?" said Lesley. Joey handed her the
magazine. She unrolled it and looked at the front
cover. It was called "Stocking Fetish". There was the
girl with red hair, naked except for her black
stockings and suspenders. She had huge breasts.
Implants, Lesley thought. The girl had her pubic hair
shaved down to a thin line above her pussy.
"Where did you get this?"asked Lesley, thumbing
through the magazine. She came to a close-up picture
of two pretty dark-haired girls, taken from the waist
up, with nothing on. They had their arms around each
other, their naked breasts pressed together, the
nipples touching. They were kissing. Lesley felt
herself getting quite turned on looking at the
picture.
"We got it from a shop in Manchester," said Billy, "a
sex shop."
She looked at the boys. They were still holding hands.
She thought they looked adorable. Little boys in love.
"You're such naughty little boys," she said. She
flipped over another page. Another girl, sitting on a
bar stool, with red stockings on and red panties, and
a red blouse open at the front, showing her breasts,
which were small but beautifully shaped. Her tits are
like mine, thought Lesley. The girl was drinking a
cocktail, looking seductively at the camera.
Lesley looked through the rest of the magazine. There
were more girls with various coloured stockings on and
little else. She found herself drawn to the pictures
where there were two girls together, kissing or
touching each other in intimate places. Then she came
to the centre picture, spread over two pages. This
picture gave her a wild, sexy thrill. There were two
blonde girls, sitting up on a bed leaning back against
huge fluffy pink pillows, again with nothing on except
black stockings and suspenders. They both had small,
nice-shaped breasts with pretty little nipples. Their
long, slender legs were wide open, showing their
vaginas in intimate detail. They had natural, soft,
golden pubic hair, not shaved. Lesley liked that. On
girl had her leg crossed over the other girl's and
they had their hands on each other's pussies. They
were kissing. One girl had her tongue in the other
girl's mouth. It was extremely tastefully done. The
girls were beautiful. Lesley found this picture
incredibly erotic. She felt herself getting more and
more aroused. She turned the magazine around to show
the boys the picture.
"I love this one," she said, "it's very well done."
"Oh yes, we love that one too," said Billy, "it's the
best one."
"Do you like it when girls kiss each other?" she asked
them, holding the magazine sideways so they could all
look at the sexy picture.
"It's really sexy," said Joey, "black stockings are
great."
"I love when two girls do all that stuff," said Billy.
He wriggled in his seat a little.
"So do I, it's really beautiful," said Lesley, staring
at the picture and getting more and more turned on.
"I love it when boys kiss too," she said softly,
"that's really beautiful to me."
She looked from one to the other intently.
"It was such a turn-on watching you two kissing," she
said.
Lesley put the magazine down beside her and sat back
in her seat.
"I'd love to kiss a girl," she said, looking at the
picture again, "they look like they're really enjoying
it."
She reached out and touched the picture, sliding a
fingertip up one girl's nylon-clad thigh, up over her
stocking-top.
"You like black stockings, Billy?" she asked him.
Billy nodded.
"They're incredibly sexy," agreed Joey, staring at the
picture.
"Do you like mine?" said Lesley. She put her hands on
her skirt and slid it upwards slowly, pulling it all
the way up to the top of her slender, pretty legs,
revealing her stocking-tops and a few inches of
smooth, bare thigh above them. She felt such a naughty
thrill, letting two young boys look at her in such an
intimate way.
Both boys let out a gasp.
"You're really sexy," said Billy, his eyes riveted on
Lesley's thighs, "you could be in that magazine."
"You've got beautiful legs," said Joey.
Lesley couldn't stand it, she was so horny. She let
her legs fall open just a little. She knew that Billy
must be able to see up between her thighs. And she
wasn't wearing any panties.
Billy stared at her, gulping.

To be continued... if you like it! Please email me at
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