Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 15:47:42 +0000
From: Tammy Lismore <tammikinz@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Train Journey

This is the first story I have written since "My Little Sister" which
finally came to a conclusion last year.  I hope you all enjoy it as much.

As usual, all comments, suggestions, and yes, even criticisms, are very
welcome.  Please write to me at:  Tammikinz@Hotmail.com

Happy reading!

Tammy Lismore.
March 2007


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A Train Journey

It was the start of a long train journey -- all the way home to London from
Edinburgh, where I'd been visiting my aunt and uncle for a week during the
school holidays.  I settled down in a window seat at the back of a block of
pairs of seats all facing forward and got out my magazine to help pass the
time.  The journey would take more than four hours so I'd be needing it!

As the train pulled out of the station, crawling through the Edinburgh
suburbs, I sat there musing briefly over the time I'd had with my aunt and
uncle, and then on to the prospects of school next week -- moving up to the
sixth form college -- a big step.  And a change from single sex to mixed
classes -- that was an exciting thought!  My aunt and uncle had teased me
about the prospects of that, but they were fairly young and relaxed about
sex and although it had taken me a while to get used to them, we ended up
having a good laugh about it. They made a habit of wandering around the
house half naked, or occasionally, completely naked!  And I'd heard them at
it a few times too!  I chuckled to myself remembering the times I'd
masturbated in my room listening to them.  I don't think they minded at all
that I might hear -- in fact, I wondered once or twice whether the idea
actually turned them on.  They certainly didn't seem to try to keep the
noise down at all!

I found myself squeezing my thighs together as I remembered, a shiver of
excitement running through me.  It was hot and the sun streamed through the
carriage window and I was glad I'd decided to wear just a skirt and
short-sleeved top for the journey. My legs were quite well tanned from days
on the beach near my aunt's house and I amused myself crossing my legs and
watching the light skirt ride up slightly, exposing more of my tanned thigh.

The train rattled along faster now as we reached the open countryside and my
mind wandered further, remembering the times on the beach and my shyness at
wearing my new bikini.  My aunt had been really encouraging saying how nice
it was and how well it fitted me, and I'm sure my uncle had appreciated it
too, but in a rather different way - I'd caught him sneaking glances at me a
few times when he thought I wouldn't notice!  But I soon got used to wearing
it and even started to get a bit of a kick from knowing that he seemed to
like looking at me in it.  I even used to watch his trunks for stirrings of
interest!  Wicked girl that I was!

My aunt always sunbathed topless, of course.  Her quite nice boobs were
almost as tanned as the rest of her body. They'd both have probably
sunbathed in the nude if they'd had the opportunity!  She'd usually get my
uncle to put the sun cream on for her, including her bare breasts.  I think
they both enjoyed it -- she gave me a cheeky smile one day as he was doing
it, spending rather longer than was strictly necessary I think, rubbing it
well in around her surprisingly large nipples. And the next day she'd asked
me if I'd do it for her.  I had been really shy about it and done all over
her stomach first before she eventually urged me to stop avoiding them and
do her breasts. It had felt really strange to start with but when she
murmured that I was doing fine and it felt really nice, I started to quite
enjoy it.

For the first few days, I felt quite shy enough wearing my new bikini -- the
thought of going topless was quite out of the question.  She didn't push me
at all to emulate her, but as time went on, I started to feel almost prudish
keeping my top on with her being so relaxed without one right beside me.
No, she hadn't pushed me, but she had certainly given me gentle
encouragement!  So half way through the third day, I'd taken the plunge.
I'd often undo it whilst sunbathing on my front, so I didn't get a strap
line, but of course, usually I did it up again before I turned over on to my
back.  But that time, I didn't.  I turned over just holding it in position
against me, then having checked no-one was looking, I slipped my arms out of
the straps and laid it to one side.  The feeling of lying there with my bare
boobs exposed for all to see was incredibly nerve-wracking at the start.
But, of course, I gradually relaxed and started to enjoy the feeling -- the
warm sunshine, the soft breeze playing on my nips ...

It was soon after I'd taken the plunge removing my top, I remembered, that I
definitely did see Uncle Luke's trunks bulging more than usual -- I'd been
really starting to relish the feeling, stretching out relaxed, face up, on
the sand, my legs slightly apart, my arms above my head.  I'd heard him
rolling over and peeped through half closed eyes as he looked at me!  I
remembered the thrill I got from seeing him having to readjust his trunks to
accommodate the swelling!  My aunt also noticed and told me off for not
having sun cream on the pale skin, insisting very pleasantly on doing it for
me.  So I'd let her.  I remembered clearly how strange it had felt at first,
those fingers gently rubbing across my newly exposed boobs.  And I also
remembered my embarrassment and surprise as I realised that my nipples were
responding quite positively to her touch.  She had made a point of rubbing
the cream into them, muttering about how sensitive they were!  And I'd
realised that it really felt very pleasant!

My mind returned to the present and I found myself squeezing my crossed
thighs even more and looked down now at the slight rippling of the muscles
in my thigh as I clenched them.

I'd been so carried away with my memories that I hadn't noticed that the
train had stopped at a small station and a few more people were getting on.
And just at that moment, a young girl walked into the carriage from behind
and pausing, she turned to me and asked if the seat beside me was free.  She
looked about 13 or 14, two or three years younger than me, and was dressed
in a cute little skirt and summery top which seemed to show off the sweetest
little pair of budding breasts very nicely.

I smiled and said she was very welcome to sit there, and she settled herself
down.  I watched as she smoothed her skirt down primly over her slim little
thighs, almost as brown as mine.  I soon discovered she was also going to
London, so we chatted a little and I discovered her name was Emily.  It
turned out that she'd also been away on holiday, but she'd been staying with
her father -- apparently her parents were separated and she lived with her
mother down in London normally.

I was still buzzing slightly from all my thoughts before she'd got on, and
kept finding myself thinking how cute she was -- a sweet face, lovely smile,
bright blue eyes framed by long straight fair hair, little pink lips, and
those perky little budding boobs.  What was I thinking?  I didn't usually
think about other girls like this!  She did seem to like me too though, and
of course that just encouraged me!  Especially when she looked at my thighs
and complimented me on my tan.

"Thanks very much", I laughed, "I've been spending a lot of time on the
beach and the weather's been brilliant.  You've not got a bad tan yourself",
I returned, deliberately looking at her legs too.

She giggled, "Thanks, I did get in quite a bit of swimming over the last
couple of weeks.  My Dad took me surfing quite a bit -- just `belly-boarding'
of course.  It's nice having a good tan isn't it".

I agreed with her and felt an increasing sense of excitement that I could
have some fun with this sweet little thing.

"I even managed to get my boobs tanned a bit, for the first time ever," I
laughed.  "My aunt eventually persuaded me as she always went topless
herself.  I'd never done it before though so I was terribly shy at first.
But after a while, it just felt great!  I did still feel too shy to walk
across the beach like it, or go swimming topless though".

Emily's eyes widened slightly and her eyes instinctively moved over my
chest, imagining my breasts exposed to the sun probably.  I don't have large
boobs at all, but they're quite firm and perky really.  Her eyes moved on,
slightly embarrassed I think.

And she giggled again, "I wouldn't dare do that -- although I guess it must
feel nice.  I'd just be soooo embarrassed though!"

I chuckled, "Yeah, I do understand, but it's so silly really isn't it.  I
mean, I can see you've probably got a real cute pair and there's no real
reason to be shy of them".

She blushed beautifully and I felt the warmth returning to my body.  I was
getting a buzz from this conversation.  I didn't know where it was going,
but it was fun!

"Thanks", she giggled, "They're a bit small still but I guess they're OK -
I'd still be shy of going public with them though!"

I looked across at the seats beside us, wondering if anyone was likely to be
listening to our conversation, but there was just one elderly woman who was
dozing, and a couple in front who were deep in their own conversation.

I leaned closer to Emily conspiratorially.  "I'll tell you a secret", I
whispered, "Once I got in the sea, I did take my top off a few times -- when
no-one could see.  I made sure I kept my boobs below the surface and
splashed around holding my top scrunched up in my hand!"

Her eyes widened again, "What was it like?" she asked, fascinated.

"Beautiful!" I laughed.  "I loved it.  All the cool fresh water splashing
over them -- it just felt so free and unrestricted!"

Then I leaned across closer again and said chuckling, "it felt fantastic on
my nips - it made them stiffen up so hard -- hard as little pebbles!"

She giggled again, her eyes bright and excited.  "Really?  I guess it
would".

"I loved the feeling", I continued, "Had me tingling all over!  If you know
what I mean!" and I winked at her.

This time, she leaned towards me, "You mean it got you turned on?" she
whispered, her eyes shining.

Those words coming from such innocent young lips!  Such a cute little thing.

"Yeah", I laughed, "had a buzz for a while after!  Rushed back to my towel
and threw myself face down quickly, convinced everyone would notice them!
But then of course, pressing down on them didn't exactly calm them down!"

Emily laughed really loudly at that, "No, I guess not.  Mine perk up
sometimes and it's a lovely feeling just pressing on them".

"Mmm, it certainly is, I know.  Well, you can guess what I did as soon as I
got back to the house that day -- I dived into the shower and enjoyed
myself!"

Emily almost exploded trying not to laugh too much, "You mean you ...  you
know...  you did it?!" she whispered.

"I certainly did", I laughed, "Wouldn't you have?  I love doing it in the
shower.  How about you?"

Her sweet little faced blushed furiously but, after a brief pause, she
happily admitted it, "Mmm, I like the shower too.  Especially if it's got a
removable shower head!" and then she blushed even more as she realised what
she was telling me.

I chuckled again, quickly agreeing with her, "Oh, absolutely.  I just love
that so much".

We laughed together, both of us visualising getting off in the shower, and I
realised I was getting very turned on.  I squeezed my thighs harder, without
really thinking about it and my skirt inched up just a little further.

"My God, Emily -- this is getting me quite hot!" I laughed.

She giggled, "Me too!" and I noticed her cute little thighs tense and
squeeze slightly as well.  I felt a tingling in my nips now and looked down
at my boobs.  I could just make them out now, stiffening slightly against
the brief material of my bra.

"Look, you can even see these are waking up", I laughed, pointing at my
nipples.

Her eyes went to them and she giggled again, not able to look away for a
moment.  "You're right", she murmured, "You can clearly see the little bumps
now".

Her eyes lingered a little and she said, "You've got lovely boobs haven't
you -- I hope mine develop like yours".

I wanted to take her in my arms and hug her right there. What a sweetie!

"I think yours are coming on just perfectly", I answered.  They're
beautiful!"

She looked down at her own, blushing a bit again.  "Thanks", she giggled,
"And I think maybe all this talk has made mine perk up too!"

I looked openly now and she was right -- there were two little bumps just
visible.  I chuckled, "You're right" and almost without thinking, I reached
across and ran my fingers across her right boob.

She jumped and I thought I'd gone too far.

"Oh, sorry", I laughed, "It was just instinctive.  It looked so cute; I just
wanted to see if I could feel it".

Her face was burning, "It's OK, I didn't mean to seem scared", she replied,
still giggling.  "It felt rather nice really! And I think you've woken it up
even more now!"

I couldn't believe what a sweet gem Emily was.  And I couldn't believe how
excited this was getting me.  My nips were really tingly now, and that
wasn't all!  I just had to get a bit more direct pressure on my pussy --
squeezing my thighs just wasn't doing enough any more.  I uncrossed my legs,
the skirt now lying high across my thighs and pressed my left hand down into
my lap.

Emily chuckled, "Are you getting horny Kate?  You'd better be careful or
that'll start to look a bit obvious!" and she looked meaningfully down at my
lap.

I laughed, "You're right, it's got me really going talking to you like this.
  I think I might just lay this magazine across my lap -- might help to hide
it a bit!"

"Well, you've got me going too", she giggled, "especially touching me like
that.  I can still feel where you touched now.  It sort of sent a shiver
right through me -- I guess you know where that shiver went down to!!  I
wouldn't mind if you did it again!"

Oh, this was too much!  She was now openly asking me to stroke her boobs.
My fingers under the mag pressed up under my skirt and found a pair of very
warm, very damp, panties.  I trembled, my own boobs feeling tight and
tingly.

"I'd love to", I whispered, "but I hope you'll return the favour!"

"Of course!" she giggled, "I've been dying to but didn't have the nerve!"

"We'd better be careful though -- don't want to shock anyone!" I said and
glanced around to check no-one was watching.  Then I leaned across and
pretended to whisper in her ear.  What I actually did was to give it a
little kiss as I quickly ran my fingers over first her right boob and then
her left.  They were exquisite, small but very firm, with hard little
buttons of nips pressing through her flimsy bra.

She gasped with pleasure, quickly suppressing it as soon as she realised,
but I could feel her body respond, pushing instinctively out against my
hand, lapping it up.

I pulled away after a few moments, scared that someone would see, but not
before the mag had slid off my lap, exposing the crotch of my panties and my
fingers against it.  This time it was my turn to go red with embarrassment,
even though Emily knew what I was doing -- and no-one else was looking
(luckily!).

She grinned at me, openly looking down at my hand and muttering, "Oh my God,
I've got to do that!  But first, it's my turn now!" and she leaned across
and repeated exactly what I'd done to her, but to me -- kissing my ear and
running her fingers over my already taut boobs and stiff nips.  I tried hard
to suppress a groan of pleasure, but it was very difficult.  My whole body
was shaking now with arousal and I found myself with a desperate urge to
make love to this sweet little 13-year old.

The arousal gave me a new level of boldness, and I leaned across to her
again and this time really did whisper in her ear. At the same time, I slid
a hand quickly up her firm slim thigh and homed in on a very hot damp
panty-covered pussy.

She squirmed, but with pleasure.

"Em", I whispered, "I can't take this any more.  Do you fancy coming to the
loo with me?"

She pushed her boyish hips forward, eagerly thrusting her pussy harder
against my hand and stammered, "Yes, please -- I'd love to".

We both wriggled out of the seats, straightening our skirts as best we could
on the way, and stumbled as fast as we could, without making it too obvious,
to the end of the carriage.  Thank goodness the loo was empty.  And even
better, it was one which was designed to take wheelchairs so there was
stacks of room!  We both stepped in quickly whilst no-one was looking and
eagerly closed the door behind us.  Then I put out my arms to hug Emily and
we both burst into laughter as we squeezed each other.

"Em", I stammered, "I've never done anything with a girl before.  But you
got me so horny in there, I really do need to get off -- and I'd really love
to do it with you. Is that OK?"

She squeezed me harder, her eyes wet with emotion.  "Yes, yes, yes please!"
she murmured.  "I really love masturbating but I've never even thought about
anything like this before.  But I couldn't believe how good it felt when you
touched me in there.  It was like an electric shock ran through me!  I love
it when I do that, but your touch was something else!"

I laughed with relief, with passion, and with sheer pleasure.  "Kiss me, Em.
  I'd love to feel your lips on mine!"

She didn't say anything, just looked up into my eyes and planted her sweet
lips on mine.  A powerful tingle shot through me and I clasped her tightly,
aware now that we were standing, that she was a good few inches shorted than
me, her firm little buds of breasts pressing hotly into my chest just below
mine.

I tentatively touched her lips with my tongue and she eagerly let it in.  In
moments we were panting with the excitement of the kiss, the feel of our
writhing tongues and sensitivity of our lips sending tremor after tremor
through our bodies.

We swayed from side to side as the train raced southwards, struggling to
keep out balance.  After a few moments, I pressed Emily back against the
side so we wouldn't lose our balance.  And as we stepped back against the
wall, I somehow found Em's thigh between mine and mine between hers.  The
slight pressure of her firm young muscle against my pussy made me almost
squeal with pleasure.  And as I did, I felt her push forward against my
thigh, a deep satisfied moan coming from her young mouth.

She was no newcomer to the joys of sex!  She knew she loved it even at her
tender age.  I could feel it in the thrust of her hips, as she fired herself
against me, her breathing getting more ragged already.

I slid my hands down her slender back to her backside.  Firm hard little
buttocks eagerly pushing her hot little pussy against me.  I squeezed them,
encouraging her.

"Oh my God, Kate!  Oh yes! Oh my God!" she moaned.

Our lips had broken apart, unable to hold the kiss as our breathing turned
to panting.  Emily had transformed from the gentle shy little girl who'd
first sat tentatively down beside me, to one who was overcome with lust!
And I really wanted to make it good for her now, as well as getting off
myself of course -- I was just as keen as she was for that!

After a few minutes of thrusting eagerly against each other, we broke apart,
panting heavily.  I looked down hungrily into her eyes - clear blue and
bright with passion.  I noticed her face was glowing with sweat.  And below,
her budding boobs were heaving as she panted, the hard little bumps of her
nips now clearly evident.  I bent down slightly and placed a kiss on each.
She giggled again, sexily pushing them forward at me.

I needed to see them.  I wanted to feel them naked beneath my lips.  I slid
my hands up from her bum and got hold of her top, easing it up.  She happily
raised her arms so that I could slip it over her head, exposing a sweet
little bra -- just two tiny cups of sheer silky material, only serving to
emphasise the hard bumps beneath.  I quickly reached behind her and found
the catch, undoing it. She slipped it over her arms and tossed it in the
basin beside her, lurching suddenly as the train rocked and shook as it flew
along, throwing us from side to side.

I felt a shiver of anticipation as I looked down at her, now naked from the
waist up.  Her little boobs were just as I'd imagined -- perfect pale
swellings against her tanned chest, topped by hard brown buttons.  I quickly
bent to take them in my mouth, sucking first one delectable little nipple
followed by the other.  She groaned with pleasure, her hands clasping my
head eagerly against her.  It felt so weird.  I'd never ever sucked a girl's
nipple before, at least not since I was a baby!  But it sent shivers of
delight through me.  I cupped each of the sweet little breasts in my hand in
turn as I sucked and nibbled and licked.  So pert, so eager!  And so
responsive -- she was loving it, groaning happily with pleasure.

I reached down my other hand and slid it eagerly up under her skirt, quickly
finding her warm, damp panties.  She moved her legs slightly further apart
encouragingly and I rubbed my fingers over the tight material covering her
pussy.  She grunted, jerking forward against me.  I couldn't wait to go
further and quickly eased them to one side and found her smooth hairless
pussy beneath.  The two little puffy lips were hot and sticky and my fingers
slid easily between them, sliding up and down.  She groaned again, pushing
her hips hard forward, wanting more.  Her breathing was fast and ragged now,
her body shaking with more than just the train movements.  Suddenly she
shuddered violently, gasping with emotion, as a small orgasm shook her to
the core.

"Ohhhh yessss!" she groaned, "But please don't stop!"  My fingers pressed
harder, slipping further between the lips.  I rubbed over them, between
them, back and forth, up and down, and she simply seemed to be getting
wilder and wilder, quite unfazed by her first orgasm!

I sought out her little clit.  The button was quite positive, hot and
swollen.  I stroked around it and then, as she shrieked with pleasure,
pressed hard against it.  She cried out as though in pain, but I could tell
by the urgent thrusting that she was really in ecstasy.  Her grunts became a
long drawn out cry of pleasure and her hips took on a life of their own,
thrusting hard and urgently against my hand.  My fingers were just inside
her lips, up against her still unbroken hymen, the palm of my hand against
her clit.  I'd straightened up my body by now as I couldn't keep my lips on
her breasts any longer -- she was writhing about too wildly.  But I managed
to keep my other hand free for rubbing and squeezing her gorgeous little
breasts and nipples.  Her hands were on my back now, clutching me to her.  I
felt her small fingers slip under my top, sliding over the bare skin of my
back.  I shivered with pleasure.

She forced her clit hard against my hand and with a shriek, she started to
come again, her fingers digging urgently into my skin.  I pinched her
nipples harder and pressed back with my hand against her pussy and her whole
body shook and shuddered as though she was having a fit.  Fire coursed
through me as well.  I was really close to coming myself, so excited was I
at bringing such pleasure to this sweet thing.  It was difficult to believe
that such a slight body could exude so much energy, her slim hips thrusting
and writhing vigorously against me.

At last, she started to calm down, panting hard, her face a sheen of sweat,
her eyes wide with passion.  She pressed herself to me, holding tightly,
perhaps fearful of losing her footing.  The train was slowing slightly,
possibly approaching a station.  We ignored it, only vaguely aware of the
changing rhythm of the wheels.

I bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.  She smiled sweetly up at me,
"Thanks, Kate.  That was incredible!  Far better than anything I've ever
done before" and she broke away from the kiss and laid her head against my
breasts, nuzzling against them.  I stroked her head, enjoying the pressure
of her against me, my boobs tight and sensitive still.  She rubbed a bit
more, then pressed her cheek back and forth over my right nipple.  I moaned
softly -- I was fantastically turned on still.

"I think you need a bit of attention too don't you", she chuckled.  "I'd
love to kiss these, and maybe have a little suck.  May I?"

"I'd love you to", I sighed, "Here, let's get this off for a start".  I
eased myself back from her slightly and whisked my top off over my head.
"There we are.  Now the bra!"

Emily was looking at my bra as I reached behind to undo it, licking her
lips.  "Wow!" she murmured.  It was a nice little bra -- one of my favourites
-- virtually no structure at all - just very fine, soft, white material
clinging to my boobs.  They didn't really need any support and it certainly
didn't provide any -- it was more just something to cover them really -- but
then, of course, that's exactly what Emily's sweet little one had done too.
I quickly peeled it off once the strap was undone and Emily watched eagerly.

"Oh, yes!  Gorgeous!" she breathed.  "I just knew they were beautiful
before!"

I smiled, "Come on then.  They're desperate for your touch".

She tentatively reached out and ran her fingers over them.  Fire coursed
through me and I shivered with excitement.  She grinned as I moaned
encouragement at her and leaned forward to kiss them.  Her soft warm lips
alighted on my right nipple and very softly kissed it, her lips then opening
slightly and her tongue slipping out to brush across the top.  I groaned
with pleasure as delicious sensations ran through me.  This girl was a
natural!  And then she was softly sucking whilst moving her tongue back and
forth over it.  I squirmed with pleasure -- it was lovely.

As Emily enjoyed herself with my boobs, I was vaguely aware that the train
had come to a stop.  Through the frosted glass window of the loo, I could
just make out a few people walking along a station platform.  I briefly
wondered where we were before quickly switching my mind back to enjoying
Emily's ministrations -- the train stopping really didn't affect us.  The
only thing that might do was the occasionally rattling at the loo door as
someone tried to get in!  Each time, we just ignored them, hoping they'd get
bored and move on to try another one eventually!

Emily was moving from one boob to another, my nips now tingling furiously
with all of her gorgeous attention, and now as hard and swollen as I'd ever
known them.  I stroked her sweet little head, running my fingers through her
long fair hair, clasping her to me, encouraging her enthusiastically.  My
pussy was burning with excitement too now, and I was desperate for pressure
against it.  I found myself twisting my thighs against each other, trying to
get a bit of tension into it.  She soon realised what I needed and, reaching
down with her right hand, she quickly slid it up under my skirt and I
trembled with anticipation.  Then I felt the soft touch of her fingers as
they reached my very damp panties. I grunted with pleasure and pressed
forward encouragingly.  She rubbed over my panties, pressing against them,
and I groaned again.  My God, I wanted her to make me come now!

I muttered hoarsely to her, "Take them off, Em.  Please take them off!"

"OK", she replied, chuckling slightly at my eagerness.  And so saying, she
quickly moved her hand up to the waistband and eased them down.  I reached
down with my own hand to help.  The panties were tight and damp and I was
very sweaty now, so it wasn't that easy to get them down.  But we soon
managed between us and I lifted a leg and pushed them over my foot.  They
dangled from the other ankle but I was too desperate to bother about that at
the moment.  At least my pussy was free now and I could open my thighs as
much as I wanted.

Emily returned her mouth to my boobs while quickly moving her hand back up
under my skirt to my now bare pussy.  I was frantic now for her, my body
starting to shake.

"Yes, please, Em", I moaned, thrusting forward eagerly.

Oh what heaven!  Her little fingers struck home immediately, slipping
straight between my swollen wet lips.  I gasped, clutching her to me harder.

I was vaguely aware of the door rattling again behind me but pushed it from
my mind.  The train was at least moving again now so was drowning out our
noises better.

I found myself urging her on, muttering things like, "Oh, yesss, Em, harder!
  Oh my God, yes!"

Her fingers pressed deeper, slipping into me. Pressing home hard.  I writhed
against them, the pressure really building now.  I was getting very very
close.  She nibbled harder on my left nipple, and now had two fingers inside
me, driving them hard.  I felt her curl them inside me, pressing her hand
down on my clit.  I squealed with pleasure and felt the wave about to break.
  I thrust back and forth against her, firing myself wildly.  The pressure
built higher and higher.  It must break any second.  But still it increased.
  I lost all awareness of where I was.  My whole world centred on the
fantastic sensations this sweet girl was bringing to my boobs and my pussy.
My body writhed and bucked, barely able to stay on my feet.

"Yes, yes, yessss!", I squealed, and at last, at long last, the dam broke,
and the waves of pleasure rolled through me -- wave after wave, coursing
through my whole body.  My legs gave out and I collapsed on the floor, Emily
clinging to me as I went down, and cute thing that she was, never once
letting go!  And still I bucked and shook as the sensations only slowly
subsided.  I was soaked with sweat and panting furiously -- but I felt as
though I'd gone to heaven, and my heart went out to this lovely girl and at
that moment I loved her more than anyone or anything in the world.

The train sped on.  And the door rattled again.  At last I opened my eyes
and gradually came back down to earth.  I looked down at the tousled haired
head resting now between my bare breasts.  Slowly she looked up, a bright
very pink face, covered in sweat and saliva -- and with a smile that went
straight to my heart. I beamed back at her.

"Thanks, Em.  That was absolutely brilliant!"

She moved up a little and we reached round and hugged each other hard, our
sweaty naked breasts sliding over each other as we kissed tenderly.  I'd
never felt anything quite like this before.  I felt so protective of her, so
loving towards her.  I was so happy in her arms I was almost shedding tears
of emotion!

The door rattled again and I looked at her and said, "I suppose we'll have
to move.  I could do this for the rest of the journey but I guess we might
get into trouble.  Come on, maybe we should tidy ourselves up a bit."

We eventually dragged ourselves to our feet and looked each other up and
down -- and simultaneously burst out laughing.  We were both such a mess -
our hair a total disaster, our faces smeared and sweaty, naked from the
waist up, and skirts which looked very badly screwed up!  We put our bras
and tops back on and tidied ourselves up as best we could.  At least there
were water and paper towels in there to wipe our faces.  Then, having
checked each other over, we affectionately kissed, and nervously opened the
door.  We were met by the sight of a middle-aged woman looking distinctly
annoyed.  And when she realised that there were two of us emerging, her face
took on an even crosser look.

"There are other people who need to use these facilities", she muttered, and
stomped in.

We waited until she had closed the door and then burst into a fit of
giggles.  "Oh dear, we were using `these facilities' for a bit too long I
think", I said, mockingly, and Emily giggled again.  Moments later we were
sliding back into our seats as though nothing had happened -- well, apart
from the fact that we still both looked quite flushed, and still a little
tousled!  But inside, of course, we both felt very different.  I felt
marvellously relaxed, a deep warm glow seemed to have spread right through
me and I just sat back, smiling broadly.  I looked across at Emily and she
looked back at me, her face a picture of health and happiness as well ...


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