The Journey

by Joanne

We were on our way to my sister’s house in Cornwall. She is an artist and has always a bit strange. She makes her money doing face painting for the kids during the day and body painting during the evening for the adventurous and the drunken tourists.

She is 32 years old, just two years older than me. She is lesbian and has been out since she was 14 years old and fucking her teacher. The scandal had her leaving home for good. I haven’t seen her for years and wasn’t sure what to expect.

I have just got through a nasty divorce and desperate to have fun. My ex was very strict and never came within a mile of fun. I was travelling with my lovely ten year old daughter Stacey. We were on the intercity train and I was enjoying the experience. I was relaxed and enjoying the journey.

Although it was summertime the train was less than half full. Stacy and I were sat side by side, only because we both liked to face forward. The table in front of us was covered in barely read magazines and empty drink cans my hand bag and a box of tissues. The seat opposite was empty so that we could put our feet up if we wanted to.

Stacy asked what her aunty Julie was like. “All I remember,” I said, “is that she liked to go commando. She was very pretty and popular. The boys called her ‘Ever Ready’, you know like the battery. It was a shock to us all when she announced that she was gay and in love with her teacher.”

Stacy giggled, but I wasn’t sure that she fully understood. This was confirmed when she asked, “What is commando?”

I whispered the explanation in her ear. She just looked puzzled. I went back to her ear, “Being without your knickers in public is supposed to make youfeel good, and very sexy.”

She leaned over to my ear, “Can we try it?” she asked and then collapsed in a fit of giggles. I was dressed a summer miniskirt and top. She was in a summer dress and white socks. “I will if you will,” I challenged. She smiled, she was red in the face and then she nodded enthusiastically.

I went first, walking nervously to the toilet. I used the toilet but instead of pulling up my thong I just held them tightly in my hand. I am thirty years old and I have spent at least twenty of them making sure that I never showed my panties. I was sure that I could get away with this. Even so I was nervous and wickedly excited. My pulse was racing as I walked back to our seat. I couldn’t help it. I knew that I was walking sexily. The air that caressed my pussy felt wonderful and naughty.

I sat down and slipped my thong to my daughter. She slipped them into her pink plastic hand bag that went everywhere with her. “What’s it like,” she asked. “Lovely,” I said, “go on it’s your turn.”

She went off to the toilet. Her face was red and her walk was nervous. The skirt of her dress swayed with the motion of the train. She had her hand bag held close. If any of the passengers notice anything they didn’t show it.

She was in the toilet for what seemed like ages. Then, eventually, the semi circular door slid open and there she stood. She was smiling broadly. The hand bag was no longer held close, but now hung down held loosely by the strap. I knew what my little girl was feeling and the thought made my pussy moisten.

She walked slowly, the bag swinging backwards and forwards. She was smiling broadly, but was clearly flushed with excitement. Any slightest breeze would have showed her soft smooth pussy to everyone. There was more of my sister in me then I had realised, because my mouth went dry, my pussy swelled and wept and, most obvious, my nipples stood out, fighting with my bra’s efforts to contain them. I flushed red sure that everyone could see them.

I knew what she was feeling possibly for the first time. Was I the only one that could hear her panting, the little gasps of her breath as the thrills ran through her. Her hips swayed, perhaps with the motion of the rain, but I thought, perhaps by the slut that hides within us all.

I stood up to allow her to slide into the window seat. I was sure that my juices were running down my inner thighs. As inconspicuously as I could, I took two or three tissues from the box on the table and used them to wipe my pussy.

Stacy leaned over and whispered in my ear, “This is lovely,” she said. Now that she was sat down and covered by the table I slipped my hand between her thighs. She gave a little jump, but then relaxed and allowed me to feel the soft smoothness of her pubic mound. I was assured that she had not cheated. She gasped a little too loud when I found her slit.

I removed my hand at once. She just whispered, “Sorry, please carry on, I will be quiet.” I took one of the magazines and opened it up on the table in front of me. I leaned forward as if studying it closely. My right hand returned to her inner thighs. She relaxed, this time opening her legs slightly. She held onto the upper part of my arm and leaned into me as if she too was reading intently. My fingers found her slit. It was warm, soft and silky. As I slid up and down it, it became slippy and moist. I found her little clitoris and she dug her nails hard into my arm. She turned and leaned to whisper in my ear, “I love you mummy,” she said and then she shuddered through her orgasm.

I looked nervously around the carriage. Everyone was reading or sleeping. One of two were just staring out of the window. Nobody seemed to have noticed anything at all. I looked at Stacy. Her eyes were still misted over. Her lips were moist and ruby red. I wanted to take her into my arms and kiss her hard with all the passion I was feeling, but I didn’t. I just silently mouthed the words, “I love you baby.”