‘Pretty lady on a train’ (the twist – pt3)

Original in every way, a story written by me ©Andrew 

My erotic tale is sexually explicit (err very but if you know me it’s a happy good natured tale and my favourite :/ ) anyways if you’d like to read then feel free to comment I’ll give you the password and if you wish I’ll delete the comment. 🙂

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Continued……………… swallowing hard I replied a boyishly quiet “because I’d love to see them”, then feeling ever more confident,

“because I want to suck one of those hard nipples”, trying not to laugh at the same time!

A thought flashed my mind, wow I’d said that involuntary without any self control, I deserved a slap around the cheeks, Emily crying out for the guard, an accusation of sexual harassment.

“No” Emily replied recoiling away, my face must have been a picture, mouth wide open me with thoughts of jeeze what have I gone and done now, the pits of my stomach ached as though punched hard!

I was dumfounded frozen in time, not a part of my body moved as I watched her stand from of her rather grimy cushion, then she threw me another one of her sweet smiles, omg I’ve never been more relieved in my whole life, she inched her slim hips around the desk showing me shapely strong looking thighs inside tightest of tight blue jeans and as she moved I watched the raw cotton follow the contour of her crotch, that oh so sexy curve of a woman’s body disappearing through vagina bridge back towards what I assumed was a trim ass.

Then my attention’s suddenly drawn to her face again, the outline of Emily’s sexy frame, a gorgeous slender figure gracefully rising, her hand reached out fingers clasping onto the headrest next to the door frame, door already held open by a door stopper so as to allow refreshment carriages to pass through. Pausing looking across at me, standing tall now balancing between seat inside this old carriage rhythmically swaying side to side. 

Slipping her rain coat up over her shoulders, throwing it back to the seat she’d just vacated, now looking the handsome young woman she actually was, stretchy cotton tee shirt hiding her slim waist yet clinging to her body over large breasts jiggling in response to our train weaving itself through rain sodden northern moorland. Emily looked into my eyes, smiled, momentarily glancing down toward the other end of the carriage ascertaining how many people accompanied us, for your knowledge, I was correct a lady and her five year old daughter many rows away, she returned her gaze and in hushed voice knowing our micro family could be listening, said,

wait one minute then follow me through that door”, pointing as she moved away, catching my eye with a tiny wink

In a state of near shock, I reclined my body into soft cushions, rubbed mist off the glass gazing out the window hedgerows streaked past replacing the monotony of purple tipped heather, wow I thought to myself they’d never believe this at work my heart rate slowing a little, and now she wants me to follow her to the bathroom, I smiled to myself ‘are you going after her or sit here and read your book?’ twenty minutes ago I was a tourist making my way to a Yorkshire village famous for drama’s on the telly, now I’ve just been propositioned by a hiker called Emily.

One agonising minute passed!………………..Then one more………..then another, I’d nodded off into a deep sleep, head cocked to one side resting deep into the cushioned headrest, a combination of heat rising from the heater beneath the bench seat, rhythmic rocking of the coach, excitement from meeting Emily, prospects of probably the most fantastic sexual experience in my life all sent me to sleep!

Another five minutes, then I near jump out of my skin! The shock of a gentle tap on my shoulder near killed me stone dead, coming to my senses, I looked up at a man standing wearing blue hat with ticket puncher in his hand,

“My apologies sir!” he said, “but I’m afraid I must see your ticket, quickly I rush rummaged through my pockets handing it to the train guard whilst hurriedly barging past him hand grabbing the same head rest Emily had touched many minutes previous,

“Oi careful” he exclaimed “what about this ticket” pushing it toward me, I paused turning round grasping the white piece of card breathing ever quicker.

“And you’ll be wanting this” producing what looked like a pair of pink panties still damp from his pocket with the other hand! “But five minutes ago a young lady walked right past you, coming up to me whilst I chatted to a lady and her young daughter!”

“WHAT” I said in a panicked state of mindless confusion!

“You were asleep sir, your wife paused to look at you then near ran up to me pressing this underwear into my hand, she glanced at the mother, called her a nosey bitch then ran up the aisle in that direction” as he pointed to the open carriage door furthest from me,

“Crying she was sir, very upset.”

I sat back down in Emily’s seat both my hands pressing upwards into my cheeks tearful eyes staring straight ahead.

“Well I’ll bid you a goodbye” patronised the guard, pressing the pink cotton cloth into a palm of my hand then proceeding to walk through the carriage door Emily had walked through but ten minutes earlier.

I looked down at the scrunched up ball of material resting upon my unfurled hand and could just make out a large round circle of red, she’d been bleeding into her panties gusset hadn’t she!

You can imagine the state I’m in, shaking my head angry at myself, “how could you be so stupid”, I mumurred to myself, grief stricken distraut “jeeze Andrew you were gonna f**k her and now Emily’s gone.

Wait I said to myself, this is a train, it hasn’t stopped no one’s gotten off, head out of my hands a look of dawning composure crossed my face,

‘EMILY IS STILL ON THIS TRAIN!’

Holding that thought in my mind I turned and ran along the carriage aisle, right past a startled mother pulling her daughter close to her bosom, carried on running I did through the open entrance doorway, past a closed toilet door, coming to a breathless halt in that small area where two cars at joined together.

Second giant shock of that afternoon who’s standing before me? Emily naked not a stitch of clothing on her body, right arm outstretched her hand clasping shiny handle of an open carriage door, the one you use to alight and depart. The wind rushing inwards, sounds of clackety clack as the carriage hurtled along it’s tracks, the sound banging in my head so loud I couldn’t make out the words Emily was mouthing me, looking upwards from her feet she’s a vision of Venus, brunette mound of hair sprouting from her vagina her tits jumping up and down to the rocking rhythum of the coach my gaze upwards again her pretty smile had disappeared, blood red replacing emerald green in her eyes.

“What are you saying” I shouted, “what!” “I can’t hear!” With that she beckoned me closer with her free hand, dutifully I felt my way forward outstretched hand pushing against the toilet door inching me forward until one foot distance lay between us.

“What!” I shouted again the mixed cacophony of noise deafening both our hearing senses.

Emily that sweet smile wiped from her face, evil anger in her eyes, viciously groweled shouting ” You missed your chance you c*nt” whilst throwing her head back screaming like a lunatic, then with all her might this slim woman could muster, lunging both hands into my chest, me losing all sense of balance, this possessed she devil pushed me out the open door, my hands unable to clasp the door frame as I fell through on to the tracks where I smashed my head against sharp stones, gasped my last breath and died!

And here’s you thinking I was going to the dining car, Emily and I sharing lunch together, me fingering her wet pussy as we ate dover sole 😉

To be continued………..

©Andrew

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Erotica. Pretty girl on a train pt1 (age 25!)

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Original story written by ©Andrew only wish (big sigh) this one was true!

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English summer’s traditionally begin mid June and end early October, I should qualify with a usually lasts that long! So more often than not our summer days of decent weather lasts longer than people overseas may imagine, of course we don’t get months of hot searing heat radiating from white hot suns, no there’ll be few of those, but interspersed they’ll be many more wet windy and cold winter’s days, for example, days such as in this little tale. If you were riding this railway carriage with myself, a day’s excursion on the North York Moors, you’ll hear no end of well known British weather sayings, may even be one such as this,

“Winter’s come early”, said the young lady sitting on a cushioned seat near opposite me, her abruptness waking me out of my contemplative day dream, “pardon miss”, I replied with a shocked start!

“Winters’s come early”, she repeated pushing her arms and shoulders forward, fondly smiling, making out she was shivering and I’d guess pressing clenched hands deep into her lap. I say guess because a large wooden table fixed to left side of the carriage obscured my view of her waist down.

Such a strange involuntary reaction shivering, I wonder if it really helps one warm chilled frozen stiff muscles?

The young lady continued smiling at me, and don’t you find the timespan for a smile represents how greatly a lady likes you, what she wishes from you in return? Too short and she’s forcing herself to make small talk, too long and she’s really into you or is that soppy old Andrew reading too much into feminine flirtations again, when a lady starts to talk to me I fall in love. Happens a lot, I go all submissive puppy-like instantly wishing wanting needing her.

I returned a smile this time going one step further looking into her eyes, and now I’m inwardly panicking having been caught off guard, nervously I answered with possibly the lamest most awful reply known to man, wait for it!

“Yes but the weather man on the radio said it’ll brighten up by this afternoon”, when really I wanted to say something very different, my eyes glancing below her chin for a spilt second then lower still, returning upwards re capturing her gaze.

Oh yes what I really wanted to say to this pretty girl, not beautiful as in a makeup model straight from Vogue magazine beautiful, no she was very much the pretty girl next door type, lovely delightful appealing with curly long brunette hair resting atop her shoulders, ah recalling the actual question crossing my mind. me now feeling the very end of my dick tingle and twitch, shaft hardening to the point of feeling slightly uncomfortable inside tight jeans! what I really wanted to say was,

‘honey why are you not wearing a bra?’

I hadn’t caught notice of the ladies face or her bosom till a little way into our journey, the train had stopped at Gothland Station I clambered aboard, crossing a grubby green carpeted aisle, my legs touching brushing past her jeans on the way, making mental note she’s wearing walking boots, then plonking myself down on the seat by the window! I hadn’t given the lady a second glance really.

Well that’s untrue, seated I looked across for the briefest of moments, enough to see her head was bowed, I assume concentration etched across her face reading a map (hold that thought), then getting my act together I layed my belongings out on the table, sighed rather loudly then gazed out the window watching the incredible scenery pass before my eyes, only then after a couple of minutes did I turn my head in the direction of my female traveller, only then did I notice that her walkers rain coat was unzipped open exposing two mounds of a rather large breasts, within tight navy blue tee shirt I might add!

So of course my attention’s magnetically drawn to her rather prominent nipples pointing through the soft stretchy cotton, oh yes I noticed those two alright! Walking boots and an outdoor coat all indicate she was a hiker and here’s the payoff just like me, I’m virtually dressed the same without hard nipples.

The train pulls away and slowly rumbles its way through beautiful rain sodden countryside, flat and dark green only spongy heather for vegetation. Now comfortably settled with rucksack on the seat beside me, heritage train book and packed lunch an arms length away in front on the table, we rocked and rolled through a picture perfect beautiful landscape that attracts people from across the globe, yet on cold wintry summer days such as these, a low grey cloud, a persistent deluge of heavy rain meant we were the only two souls in the carriage.

Though hold on a second! Listening to a hushed chatter from what sounded like a young woman also muffled occasional squeals of laughter from a child we were NOT alone, a voice of slightly higher pitch making the number five pop into my mind. A girl of five years old, I guess a mother and daughter were seated at the very far end on a day out like us two strangers.

Anyways the change in weather meant only we four travelled today in a carriage pulled by this gruff throaty diesel engine, 1960’s, preserved for tourists in seek of nostalgia.

We trundled our way through rural Yorkshire me time to time glancing across our shared light coloured oak table, and looking about the rail car the whole interior was a soft golden hew, where was I? Voyeurism, every sixty seconds or so out of the corner of my eye I’d glance across at her breasts again jiggling side to side up and down, they were large enough to notice and certainly enjoyable to watch, bouncing higher when a carriage jumped two connecting rails, and I’d say round enough to know they’re more than a handful when holding one up, though now positioned a good couple of inches above her tummy, made no secret this I’d guess age 25 pretty young lady had boobs on the bigger side.

I thought to myself she should really be wearing a bra because they’re just that little too heavy not to be supported, in a few years when she reaches thirty they’ll drop, sag to not far above her belly button, but they’ll still look adorable parting a resting position well to sides of her chest still looking sexy as older woman’s boobs do, I nearly said to her ‘you’ll only ever get sexy cleavage again by wearing a Wonderbra’, I didn’t!

Anyways as you’ll have deduced by now my attention is drawn to her boobs rather than spectacular scenery, then totally out of the blue she looks up from the map she’s interestedly following and beams me such a sweet smile and saying,

To be continued…………

©Andrew