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Trains

I was on a train, in one of those old-fashioned carriages with separate compartments, three seats facing three seats. I was by the window; opposite me was a teenage girl and next to her her parents, mother and father, both soundly asleep. The girl smiled at me and settled down with a magazine. She was a pretty young thing, blonde hair, innocent face with yet a hint of knowingness. I fell to wondering if she was a virgin, what sexual experiences she had had and how much younger she had been than me. She wore a white T shirt and a very short denim skirt, leaving her midriff bare, as is the fashion. Clumpy high-heeled sandals completed the picture. Her bare legs were crossed, as smooth as silk. I envied her her perfect body.

The girl shifted her position, uncrossing her legs, slumping lower in the seat. The hem of the skirt rode up and exposed her neat little crotch, clad in white cotton panties. Such are the perils of tiny skirts. Mine, although relatively longer, only came to mid-thigh and I had to be conscious of not flashing anyone. The sunlight fell on her vee and highlighted the twin crescent-shaped cushions of her young pussy. I found myself staring at it.

The girl was restless - maybe whatever she was reading (it looked like some teen trash full of sex and make-up tips) was exciting her. She put one heel on the seat, raising her knee, and giving me a full-frontal view of her pantie-clad crotch. The thin cotton pulled deeply into her slit. I glanced at her parents, fearful they might have noticed me staring at their daughter, but they were both still fast asleep.

Her eyes still glued to the words, the girl slowly slid her hand down under the belt of her skirt. My eyes followed it. I saw the bulge of her fingers travelling downwards under the panties. Her fingertips reached the top of her slit, and she commenced a tiny circular motion. The young thing was masturbating! Unconsciously, heedless of anyone else who might be watching. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

A thin darker line grew in the centre of her crotch - she was getting juicy, the wetness soaking through the material! I found myself holding my breath. Suddenly I realised that I too was highly aroused, my nipples aching with hardness, my pussy swollen and hot, moist, itching to be touched. I checked the parents again. Well, if she could do it, so could I. Under cover of my book I slid a hand under the elastic waist of my skirt and into my own panties. I was surprised at just how wet my slit had got. Keeping my legs crossed, I wormed a finger in to stroke my hard little clit. Oh, that felt so good! I had to stifle a little gasp of pleasure.

Still watching the girl opposite slowly massaging her clit, I worked on my own. There was a long time until the next stop and I wanted to spin this joy out as long as I could. I was humming with delight. Time seemed to stop, the warmth and the gentle motion of the carriage invoking a trance-like state. The dark damp patch in the girl’s crotch grew larger ...

Suddenly something made me look up. With a shock and an instant hot blush I found that she was looking directly at me, grinning merrily. Her lips were full and red and her eyes sparkled with arousal. She knew. Knew that I was looking at her crotch, and that I too was masturbating. And she was enjoying it.

After the first rush of shame I recovered. The atmosphere was tingling. The girl let her raised knee fall sideways to give me an even better view of her crotch and the bulge of her fingers, now two or three buried deep in her slit, the puffy swollen labia straining against the wet cotton. Greatly daring, I raised my own knee and let my skirt fall back to expose my own crotch to her. Her eyes flicked downwards and she grinned. An unknown woman, almost old enough to be her mother, rubbing herself blatantly inside her damp panties!

Now that the ice was broken, so to speak, we could enjoy ourselves better. The girl closed her eyes and continued her slow massage of her clit, moving her hips minutely. I lay back and stroked my own aching nub, feeling the juice flowing out of me, keeping an eye now and then on the sleeping parents. Together in our separate worlds we strolled up the hill of orgasm. I was very close to the top ...

I heard the girl give a faint gasp. I looked at her face, radiant with ecstasy. She mouthed the word ‘Now!’ With a final flick on my clit I crested the hill and felt the climax break inside me. I watched as the teenager came in sympathy, her body quivering, the tendons in her crotch taut. The wet patch blossomed. We pulsed together for a glorious endless minute, holding each other’s smoky gaze.

The train began to slow and there was an announcement on the PA. The parents stirred and we hurriedly sat up, removed our hands and pulled our skirts down. They were getting off at this stop and there was a gathering together of belongings and bags. The girl stood in front of me, swaying slightly with the train’s motion, and I am sure I caught a whiff of her hot girl-juice. I saw her suck her fingers casually. Would she resume her masturbatory activities when they reached their destination, perhaps thinking about me? I wanted to reach out and stroke her slim smooth thigh.

They left the carriage, the girl casting a brief grin over her shoulder to me. I thought of her warm wet panties pulled tight against her pussy, chafing slightly as she walked, reminding her of me.

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I was on a train, in one of those old-fashioned carriages with separate compartments, three seats facing three seats. I was by the window; opposite me was a teenage boy and next to him two pensioners, both soundly asleep. He had clocked me quickly when he got in – woman in her forties, blouse and short loose skirt, bare legs, bust OK, quite pretty but much too old to interest him – and settled down with a magazine. FHM, I think, something about the 100 Sexiest Girls Next Door. He was fit and handsome in a boyish sort of way, about my height, in a thin jacket, T shirt and low-cut jeans. He sat, as men do, with his legs apart and crotch on display. I fell to wondering if he was a virgin, what sexual experiences he had had and how much younger he had been than me.

There wasn’t much of interest in the passing scenery so my eyes kept flicking back to him. He shifted position and adjusted the position of things in his crotch. Was I imagining or was there a growing bulge there? No, it was definite, his cock was swelling with every moment. It must be a good magazine – or maybe boys his age got erections all the time, I had forgotten.

Now there was a long cylinder lying at an angle across his loins. His hand kept touching it idly, and it kept on swelling. Pretty substantial for a boy his age – in fact for any age, in my limited experience. I felt my pussy growing hot and moist.

I must have looked as if was asleep, my eyelids down so that I could just see out, my breathing slow and regular. He looked around and boldly reached inside his jeans and adjusted the angle of his cock. Now it stuck up under his belt, the head forming a bulge under his T shirt. His fingers went to it and stroked the head slowly. The lad was masturbating, right in front of my eyes!

Suddenly I realised that I too was highly aroused, my nipples aching with hardness, my pussy swollen and hot, moist, itching to be touched. I checked the parents again. Well, if he could do it, so could I. Under cover of my book I slid a hand under the elastic waist of my skirt and into my own panties. I was surprised at just how wet my slit had got. Keeping my legs crossed, I wormed a finger in to stroke my hard little clit. Oh, that felt so good! I had to stifle a little gasp of pleasure.

Still watching the boy opposite slowly massaging his cock, I worked on my own body. There was a long time until the next stop and I wanted to spin this joy out as long as I could. I was humming with delight. Time seemed to stop, the warmth and the gentle motion of the carriage invoking a trance-like state. A small wet patch grew over the tip of his cock, where his pre-cum had started to ooze out …

Suddenly something made me look up. With a shock and an instant hot blush I found that he was looking directly at me, grinning merrily. His face was flushed and his eyes sparkled with arousal. He knew. Knew that I was looking at his crotch, and that I too was masturbating. And he was enjoying it.

After the first rush of shame I recovered. The atmosphere was tingling. The boy arched his hips to emphasise the bulge, circling his fingers over his T shirt, massaging his cockhead blatantly. Greatly daring, I raised my knee and let my skirt fall back to expose the wet crotch of my panties to him. His eyes flicked downwards and he grinned. An unknown woman, almost old enough to be his mother, rubbing herself blatantly inside her damp panties!

Now that the ice was broken, so to speak, we could enjoy ourselves better. The boy closed his eyes and continued his slow wanking, thrusting his hips minutely. I lay back and stroked my own aching nub, feeling the juice flowing out of me, keeping an eye now and then on the sleeping old folk. Together in our separate worlds we strolled up the hill of orgasm. I was very close to the top ...

I heard him give a faint grunt. I looked at his face, contorted with ecstasy. He mouthed the word ‘Now!’ With a final flick on my clit I crested the hill and felt the climax break inside me. I watched as the teenager came in sympathy, his body jerking. The wet patch on his T shirt suddenly blossomed as his semen spurted up onto his stomach. We pulsed together for a glorious endless minute, holding each other’s smoky gaze.

The train began to slow and there was an announcement on the PA. The oldies stirred and we hurriedly sat up. I removed my hand and pulled my skirt down. He pulled his jacket across to cover the wet T-shirt. They were all getting off at this stop and there was a gathering together of belongings and bags. The boy stood in front of me, swaying slightly with the train’s motion, and I am sure I caught a whiff of his spunk-scent. I wanted to reach out and stroke his smooth thigh.

They left the carriage, the boy casting a brief grin over her shoulder to me. I thought of his warm wet T-shirt sticking to his stomach, reminding him of me.

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I was on a train, in one of those old-fashioned carriages with separate compartments, three seats facing three seats. A boy and girl got on, holding hands, obviously in the first flush of young love. They sat down opposite me and in a very short time they were kissing and then snogging deeply, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. At first I was annoyed but then I got interested in watching them. In fact my annoyance was pure jealousy, I decided. It was a long time since I had been snogged and groped. I put my head back, almost closed my eyes so that they would think I was asleep, and observed.

She was a pretty young thing, blonde hair, innocent face with yet a hint of knowingness. She wore a white T shirt and a very short denim skirt, leaving her midriff bare, as is the fashion. I envied her her perfect body.

He was fit and handsome in a boyish sort of way, about my height, in a thin jacket, T shirt and low-cut jeans. I envied him his body too, or rather her easy access to it.

Thinking I was asleep, or just not caring, their exploring hands grew bolder. He caressed her smooth thighs, and she opened her legs to give him free rein. Soon he was stroking her panties, the thin white material taut over the twin crescent-shaped cushions of her young pussy. She stroked his thighs and soon strayed to his crotch where there was already a long cylinder lying at an angle across his loins. Her hand massaged it, and it kept on swelling. Pretty substantial for a boy his age – in fact for any age, in my limited experience. I felt my pussy growing hot and moist.

Their mouths still locked in an endless snog, they grew ever more intimate. His fingers slipped under the leg of her panties and I saw the damp cotton bulge as he explored her slit. She clumsily undid his zip and plunged her hand inside, straightening his cock.

Suddenly I realised that I too was highly aroused, my nipples aching with hardness, my pussy swollen and hot, moist, itching to be touched. I checked that the blinds to the corridor were down. Quietly I knelt on the floor in front of them, catching a whiff of her hot girl-juice and his aftershave. Gently I eased the crotch of her panties aside so that I could see his fingers disappearing inside her almost-hairless slit. I tucked the material behind her swollen labium so that he had free access. Then I undid the waist button on his jeans and his cock sprang free, her fist already wrapped around it.

They were so absorbed in each other, I don’t think they even noticed that there was a third person involved. Both had their legs spread wide to get maximum access to their sex. Carefully I licked my finger and inserted it between her wet lips. The boy kept up his assault on her clit. She was hot and tight but I decided that she could take two fingers. I got them in up to the knuckle, her young pussy gripping me firmly.

Then I moved my attention to his shaft, now standing up proudly from her little fist, a trickle of pre-cum running down the taut purple head. I bent forward and enclosed it in my mouth … god, it was ages since I had sucked a cock. I swirled my tongue around the velvety glans, feeling his hips buck with excitement. At the same time – yes, women are good at multi-tasking – I located the firm pad on the front of her vagina and started to massage it.

Feeling rather pleased with myself, I took the young lovers slowly up the hill of orgasm, synchronising their growing arousal. I could feel my own pussy leaking steadily into my panties, and with my free hand I reached down and started to rub my already hard and tingling clit …

I could tell from the tension in their bodies that they were both very close to the peak. Suddenly they both grunted and his cock swelled dangerously. Her hips bucked and her vagina clamped down hard on my fingers. A hot spurt of semen hit the roof of the mouth, and at the same moment – oh joy – I felt a jet of warm liquid against the palm of my hand. The girl had ejaculated! My own orgasm hit immediately, and we all three came together. It took all my control to gulp down his copious emission while keeping my fingers in her clenching pussy, and trying not to fall over as my climax washed through me.

When we had subsided I eased my fingers out of her, raised my head and removed my hand from inside my panties, and sat back on the seat. The train began to slow and there was an announcement on the PA. I feigned waking up as they hurriedly made themselves decent – he tucking his cock back in and zipping up, she restoring her panties to their proper position and pulling her skirt down. They gathered their bags and stood up. I could smell his semen and her juice. As they went out of the compartment the girl looked back over her shoulder and winked at me …

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