ASSTR;'TrainHome.txt'{Bunyip}(MF)[1!1]
Subject:	Train Home
Date:		Wed, 29 Dec 2004
From:		Bunyip
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Archive:	AASTR/Authors/Aussie_Bunyip
CAUTION:	This story contains adult themes not appropriate to minors.
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Train Home
by Bunyip

I was tired from a long hard day and the train was packed when I got on. By the last stop before the long climb up the mountains we changed from the suburban train to an older, two carriage Railmotor. There were just three left in the back carriage though I think there were rather more in the front carriage. Myself, a young girl in her late teens, and a younger boy, 16 or so.

I had flopped back into the seat and with my sunglasses still on, he had assumed me to be asleep. The girl was also ether asleep, or tesing him. All the way up the mountain pass he was checking her out, peering at her exposed legs, trying no doubt to see how far he could see up her dress. She may have been asleep, but I still wonder if all that she was doing wasn't meant to tease him. Her legs would shift and he would get a glimpse of her upper thighs, perhaps her panties. He'd grin and adjust his trousers presumably to comfort his restricted cock.

I smiled and remembered having such young boys catching glimpses of my pristine pussy, panty clad of course, a few years ago now, as I travelled this very same route. I remembered many exciting times with boys so starved of the sight of bare legs in those days that the very sight of a stocking top drove them to an erection.

I watched silently as he became more bold and lifted the hem of her skirt with his toe, for a better peek. She moved and he clambered back up into his seat as if discovered. I almost laughed at him but kept my silence.

She awoke, seemingly, and stretched with her hands behind her head and her elbows well back, so she presented her rather large breasts with her blouse stretched tightly across them. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and his hand went straight away onto his cock to straighten its lay inside his pants.

She smiled at him and asked if he had enjoyed the view. He stammered and stuttered as she grinned a knowing grin. The railmotor engine had eased from it's laboured roar and we all knew it was almost at the Lookout, a very small village atop the gap, and the last stop before a good half hour run to the terminal, where I lived. The girls rose and so did the boy, and I thought they were both going to get off. 

"Very Good!" I thought to myself, I wouldn't mind a personal, private moment to scratch an itch inside my panties. I had become a little wet at the thought of those two playing those sexy games with one another. The railmotor always stayed awhile at the lookout, allowing it to cool down a bit I guess, and the two were gone long enough for me to begin teasing my pussy through my pants and skirt, simply rubbing the skirt so the material rubbed against my panties, which is always very nice. I had my eyes shut for a moment, perhaps longer than I thought, and when I opened them the boy was watching me intently.

I looked at him and said "Oh, I thought you had gone!"

He smiled at me and said "Nope, I'm going all the way with you!"

"In your dreams." I replied softly, and that seemed to stir him on even more.

He asked if I minded him seating himself in the seat across from me, and I nodded motioning for him to sit down just as the railmotor tooted it's little horn. I found myself staring at the boy whose erection was not such a little horn! As he sat he had to adjust himself, his cock I mean, and he sat back into the seat as if trying to hide his erection.

"She really got you horny then didn't she?" I asked.

He blushed and then added "Not so much as catching you playing with yourself!"

"I was scratching an itch." I insisted to which he nodded.

"Oh yeah. I scratch a lot of itches myself." he added as he now openly rubbed his obviously hard cock through his trousers. 

"If I catch a few moments sleep, then you'd be a gentleman and look the other way. In case I exposed anything you shouldn't see!" I said grinning from ear to ear. He nodded profusely, crossing his heart with his fingers and kissing them as if holding a rosery.

I lay back watching him a moment, then let my legs open slowly, teasingly slowly. I didn't realise that he might see my wetness, that my panties would by now have a long wide streak of wetness along the crotch, but it soon became apparent to me that I was very wet down there, and I had really, really wet my undies with my juices. My panties were a mid blue but the center line of the crotch had become a much darker blue as I was later to realise. He groaned loudly as he saw my wetness, and he grasped his cock in his strong young hand. His legs fell agape and he rubbed at his great lump of boy meat.

I lifted a foot onto the front of the seat either side of him so my skirt tented up over my knees, and presented my panties in a curtained theatre of silk and lace. I rolled my hips and I noticed that the train motion felt like sex, I was moving in a rythm that very much reminded me of having sex. 

He was agitated and nervous when he finally asked if I'd be offended if he pulled his "Penis" out, as it was hurting him to be so hard yet confined in his pants. Of course I looked at him, and kept him in suspense for around a minute, then smiled at him and said "OK, but don't get any ideas. I'm not inviting you to do anything else. Understand?"

"Yes, eh, I mean no, that is I won't do anything else..." he stammered as he unzipped his flies. He looked up at the coach door and then pulled it out, long and thick, red and very erect! He stroked it in the open air as if it was the ultimate release. It was a onder he didn't come there and then. Of course I felt a little hornier as well, at the sight of that delicious meal he was holding. Yes, I wanted to suck on him, and to feel his thick hard cock sliding inside it's loose outer skin, sliding between my lips. I wanted to taste theat pearl of pre-come on the tip of his now purple cock head.

I constrained myself, and slipped a couple of fingers under my panty leg, over my pussy hair, and parted my lips so that my fingers slipped into the very wet, very slippery, very sensitive parts within! I felt so dirty, yet so horny to be rubbing my twat in sight of a young boy half my age, probably even younger. As I rubbed myself slowly but sensuously I could see his urgency build and before I could warn him to slow down, he had shot all over the carriage floor. The sight of his come streaming out, spurt after spurt, got me off as well and I was soon oozing even more juices into my panties. It felt so good that I forgot about it being in any way dirty, and I kept rubbing as my eyes closed and I dreamed of sex.

When my eyes opened, I thought he had gone. Then I realised that he was kneeling on the floor, with his head under my skirts. I pulled my skirts up and saw him still gripping his flacid cock, basically sniffing at my juices though all I could smell was his come on the floor. I was excited I guess, and hypnotised by my previously unknown state of inhibition. I guess I was flattered by his attention and without a conscious thought I peeled my panties open for him to view my pretty pussy. He took it as an invitation and lurched forward to lick me.

Now that was something I had never experienced, and the sensation of his tongue sliding up along my exposed and wet pussy sent shivers through my body. Now I was more excited than I had ever been, and all because of a young boy's attention. Instead of objecting I found my spare hand on the crown his young head, pulling him into my wetness. He didn't object of course and he was soon licking and slurping away at my exposed parts. His tongue occasionally parted my pussy lips but didn't seem to find my now yearning hole. 

He did however find my hard clit, and sucking it into his mouth drove me to dilerium. My whole body seemed to want him sucking on my clit, and it shivered in anticipation. He did still slurp my fresh juices from deeper down and then he found my cunny hole. I wanted his tongue to be a foot long and as thick as my wrist, but of course he barely entered it with his probing tongue. That left me wanting something bigger, larger, harder inside me. I was confused. I didn't want to owe this boy anything, but I sure as hell recognised that I needed a man, and soon. He was now sucking on my pussy lips, then a finger found my quim, and another, and soon he had at least two fingers hard up inside me, filling my hole even as he sucked on me. 

I tipped my head back and enjoyed an orgasm, shuddering, releasing even more juices onto his tongue, and then I recognised that there were buildings on the hills we were passing, and we were nearing the township and station. I brushed my skirts down, over him as well and told him we were nearly there. He knelt up and grinned saying me too as his cock splattered even more come under the carriage seat. As he got up I saw come on his pants knees and I begged him to get up, catch his breath, and wipe that mess off his pants. He wiped his mouth in his handkerchief as he went back to his seat and I hurriedly rearranged my panties so they were no longer up my wet path. I gave my hair a brush just as the train pulled up at the station. 

As I got off the train I noticed that he got off from the other end of the carriage, and walked the other way, not even turning to say goodbye. Still I was mortified that he might turn at any moment and thank me, and I didn't want anybody wondering what for!