Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica
From: paola@arcglade.demon.co.uk (Paola Kathuria)
Subject: The Train (F/F)
Date: 5 Jun 1994 16:30:35 -0400

			 The Train

	Walking from the train my hand brushed against a woman's leg.
The sudden feel of her skin through the fabric of her thin skirt felt
surprisingly wonderful and I realized that even though people are
familiar to the touch of themselves during the day, even so familiar
that any contact is cut out from everyday sensations, that people
never touch each other, really feel each other, become aware of
someone's skin, unless it's like this, by accident.

	So, I had the feeling of soft thigh, of her legs together as
she was walking. I could imagine how it would feel if I rubbed the
cloth against her, exploring the softness. I turned round to
apologize, and saw a small thin dark young woman who looked shy and
embarrassed, someone who looked like they had never been touched
before.

	As I walked away, I thought about how I wanted to touch her.
I would take her somewhere where we wouldn't be disturbed. I'd want
her to stand behind me, to one side, as one hand replayed the touch of
her leg. My hand would move across her thighs, dipping into the gap,
grazing over her mound lightly. I would start to gather up her long
thin cotton skirt in my hand, so that it uncovers her legs, to rest
the cloth on my wrist, leaving my hand to explore. My hand would slip
between her legs, moving up, tracing a finger over her panties,
following the elastic over her belly, feeling her quiver and begin to
breathe faster. Her hands would be on my shoulders, holding me.

	I take hold of the elastic and start to pull it down slowly.
Only enough for me to cup her in my hand with a finger pointing down.
I pause as I feel her hair on the palm of my hand, then move my finger
down until it enters the beginning of her outer lips. Wiggling my
finger slightly as it moves further down, I part her and reach down as
far as I can go. I drag my finger up slowly, retracing its path.

	I turn around and gently push her to lean against the wall.
The skirt drops again and I gather it in my hands, letting it rest on
my arms as I start to ease down her panties, slowly, so that I can see
her emerge from white cotton. I pull them over her knees and she
steps out of them. I kneel before her to hold her hips as I nuzzle my
face in her pussy; her hands move to my hair. I breathe in deeply,
moving my face, feeling her on my cheeks and nose. Then I let go of
her to get her to shift her legs open for me, lifting one leg to rest
over my shoulder. I lean forward, my breasts pressed against her, and
lick the closed lips and hair between her legs. My fingers move to
rub her gently, opening her, sliding up and down her, until she starts
to move against my finger, whimpering. I pass her wetness from cunt
to clit, leaning to take her clit into my mouth, sucking and nibbling,
while a finger slides down the wetness, entering her, gently,
lingeringly. I push my finger into her, as far as it will go, feeling
her tight wetness then pull out. My finger slides in and out of her as
my other hand strokes her legs, squeezes her cheeks, passes between
her legs to meet my other hand. I take her lips in my mouth, draw
them in, suck them, tasting her, while my finger moves faster in her.
I feel her clench my finger as her hips move, so I slip in another
finger slowly, ease it in, watching it disappear, then begin to slide
them both in and out quickly. I nudge her open further with my nose
and she has to hold onto me. I can feel the rising heat from her, as
I tease her clit out with my tongue, then flick it with the same pace
as my fingers. She begins to ride my fingers and mouth, small gasps
escape her lips, then she stops as her body begins to tremble, my
fingers still in her, as she flows into my mouth. I continue moving
my fingers until the trembling stops then lick her wetness from her,
to stand up, lift her blouse, pull away her bra to kiss her breast.

	I walk away.

Paola

paola@arcglade.demon.co.uk