Birthday Treat

by Joanne

It was my birthday. I was thirty that day and I was desperately sad to leave my twenties behind. I was still single. I was still twenty eight when I dumped my last boyfriend. All I had left to help me to stay sane were my fingers, my rabbit vibrator and my imagination.

I was on the early, red eye, train to the city on my way to an interview for a new job and perhaps a new life. I had work to do, to prepare for the interview I was heading towards. I had my lap top computer on the table that separated the two opposing seats.

The train was half empty and so I was a little annoyed when a school girl sat opposite me when there were many vacant seats she could have chosen. I had my work to do and really did not need any distractions. I looked at her as sternly as I could, but she just smiled back at me showing me her beautiful white, even teeth. She was Afro Caribbean and very pretty, no more then twelve years old.

The journey to London was going to take over two hours, giving me just an hour to get to the office. I was cramming up on the affairs of the company when my mobile phone played my favourite tune. It was the human resources manager full of apologies and wanting to delay my appointment by four hours. I was so uptight that I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but had to agree.

I sank into the chair unsure if I was happy or sad, at the same time trying to put the phone back into my bag. All I managed to do was to drag both off the table and onto the floor. I swore in a hiss under my breath as I stooped down to retrieve them.

There was not a lot of room under the table, it was cramped. All I had on my mind was to receive my personal stuff as quickly as possible. I could see the condoms I always had with me, you can never rely on men to have a supply to hand and a girl has to protect herself. My tampons stood out, and to my horror, so did my travel vibrator. I was concerned to see if the girl was looking. She was not only, not watching, but she seemed very relaxed with her legs slightly spread. I could see her white panties shining out against her black skin and overcoming the darkness of her skirt.

The sight of these panties sent a shock wave to my loins and briefly transported me back to when I was no more then twelve and my best friend’s mom taught me the delights of the female tongue on my pussy. I was staying overnight and sleeping with my friend. She was still fast asleep as a got out of bed. I needed a pee and went to the bathroom. As I enjoyed the relief of peeing, my friend’s mom burst into the bathroom. She was very drunk. She dropped to her knees and, holding my legs apart, she plunged her face into my loins while I was still peeing. I could hear her slurping but could feel nothing, but as soon as my flow finished she dragged me forward and licked at my pussy. I remember the thrills exploding throughout me.

I never told my friend and never stayed there again. The feelings would return from time to time, over the years, in wonderful dreams. I would wake up horny as hell and fuck the brains out of whatever boyfriend was there. Sex was never better than when it followed those dreams.

I must have been under the table longer than expected, because the girl started to inch her way under it. This had the effect of pushing her skirt up and exposing more of her panties, which now tightened against her crack. My pussy wept at the sight of her, but I held her thighs to stop her. I called out in a voice that sounded to me as if it was thick and lustful, “No honey, there isn’t room.” She stopped and began to retreat. I felt real remorse. I desperately wanted to kiss that pussy.

As I tried to regain my composure I fiddled with my computer, “Where are you going, sweetie?” I asked.

She smiled her lovely smile, “Home for the holidays,” she said. “You don’t mind me sitting here do you?” she asked.

I didn’t mind anymore, my work was done. “Not at all, why do you ask.”

“You seemed upset earlier,” she said.

“I was busy I wondered why you didn’t use one of the empty tables,” I smiled reassuringly.

“My mother always tells me to sit with a woman she says that weirdo’s won’t bother you if you are with a woman.”

“Your mother is very wise,” I agreed.

We travelled along in silence she was looking out of the window and I was dozing, drifting in and out of sleep. I was startled when the girl nudged me. She was sat beside me. She put a hand to her mouth as if to prevent anyone lip reading her. She spoke in a stage whisper, “I want a wee,” she said.

“So, go and have one,” I was still half asleep.

Another stage whisper, “I can’t work the door thing.”

“Go on then,” I said, and with that she waddled up the centre carriage, clearly clamping her pussy lips together. I following giving the impression that it was all a great inconvenience, but really I could not get there fast enough.

The semi circular sliding doors of modern train toilets are tricky for a child to operate. I quickly closed and secured the door. The girl had her panties around her ankles. The expression on her face told of the sheer pleasure of release. I could only guess how she had waited for me to wake up before gaining the courage to nudge me.

I experienced a flash back and remembered that time at my friend’s house and the wonderful dreams I have had since. Suddenly, I wanted this child to have those dreams. Before I knew what was happening I was on my knees taken the pure white panties off her ankles. I spread her legs and plunged my face into the darkness. I felt the soft beginnings of her curly black minge. My pussy exploded wetting my panties, the thrills rippling through me. I lapped at her sweet urine until her flow subsided. I then pulled her forward just has my friend’s mother had all those years ago. I spread her legs wide the pinkness of her pussy shining invitingly. I licked her to a frenzy tracing her crack and playing around her clitoris until she shook through her climax. I had slipped one hand into my own panties and had finger fucked myself climaxing with her.

We returned to our table and I returned to my dozing. The misty far away look in her eyes told me that this would not be our only visit to the toilet.