After a few
minutes of perverted drooling the long blinks were setting in with a vengeance
and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and then he slept.
He was only
asleep for minutes and when he opened his eyes Jane had stirred again, and as
he came to, she slid one hand down his arm until she was holding his hand.
Greg
thought that was sweet and began to drift off again but he was brought back to
the moment as Jane was tucking his hand between her knees and his palm was
resting on the thin bobbly Railway Station panty hose, but the cheapness of the
tights did not detract from the quality of the flesh they contained so his palm
began its trek along the inside of her thigh, and Jane opened her legs enough
to aid his advance.
He
preferred the silkily smooth 70-denier hosiery she normally wore but even
cheaply shod the feel of her inner thigh brought a lump to his pants, and with
her head on his shoulder he could hear and feel her steady breathing as his hand
advanced.
So, it
crept ever higher up Jane’s firm thigh as she opened and closed her legs in
anticipation, and she moaned quietly.
Greg could
feel the heat from her pussy as he neared his objective, although he wasn’t
sure of his intention once he got there or what her expectation was.
But when
his hand arrived at the seat of her heat, where she had the itch that needed to
be scratched, he began to rub her pussy through the fabric and her breathing
changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for his hand to
proceed were now at right angles to one another.
The
consequence of her action and his rubbing and the inferior quality of her
tights caused his fingers to push straight through the gusset; and his digits
then proceeded inside her sodden pants and into her creamy wet minge.
Shangri-La
having been reached he relished looking upon the recipient of his lust as her
buttocks clenched and she wriggled and squirmed on the seat beside him.
But he was
conscious of the fact they were in an open carriage, sparsely occupied though
it might have been, he still had to keep a weather eye on the aisle to ensure
they were not discovered.
Obviously,
the risk of being caught added to the spice, the hardness of his cock and the
wetness of her cunny.
Jane for
her part was stifling her moans by burying her face in her coat, which she
needed to do, as he was deep into the heart of her fire as he frigged her, and
she was not a quiet lover.
All of a
sudden Greg heard the door open from the adjoining carriage so his fingers
exited Jane’s love tunnel and she closed her legs.
He
nonchalantly rested his hand on her knee as a passenger opened the door,
however the indecisive passenger, paused for a moment then went back the way he
came.
Immediately
the door closed behind him, Jane swung open her legs and gripping him by the
wrist thrust his hand inside the gaping hole in her shredded tights to return
to their previous duties.
So as the
Downshire countryside hurtled by he attended to her wet gash, and her cream
oozed between his fingers as he stroked her pussy until she closed her thighs
and came, letting out a muffled scream inside her coat as she did so, and after
a moment or two she relaxed and her thighs released their grip on his hand.
Just being
on a train made him horny being on a train with Jane made him more so and after
their little divertissement, he had the mother of all erections.
Under
normal circumstances he wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to satisfy
himself but he was content to wait until they got to the hotel when it would be
a hundred times better when he exploded inside her.
“Hmmm” Jane
murmured when her head emerged from inside her coat and then she kissed him
wetly before cuddling up to him again.
They sat
there like that for about half an hour when Jane started fidgeting beside him
and he thought, “here we go again”.
But then
she sat still again, but only for a minute or two, then she began squirming in
her seat once more before another period of immobility.
“It’s no
good” she said suddenly sitting up
“What’s the
matter?” he asked
“I’m all
sticky” she whispered “and uncomfortable”
“Ah” he
replied “Well we’d better get you to the Hotel pronto and get your wet knickers
off then”
“I can’t
wait until then,” she said playfully slapping him
“Can you
get my bag down?”
He obliged,
despite some discomfort from his erection, while she rummaged in her handbag
for her other pair of tights,
Greg set
her bag down on the seat he had occupied while she discreetly delved inside for
something, which he assumed to be unsullied pants.
He then
replaced the bag and stepped aside so she could pass.
“Thank you
horny,” she said lightly squeezing the lump in his trousers, Greg choose not to
respond to her jibe even though it was Miss Sticky knickers that had initiated
the cause of her own discomfort.
Greg just
smiled as he watched her walk down the aisle with a very un-lady like gait.
Jane
returned about ten minutes later, moist knickers in hand.
“Are you
feeling better now?” he enquired
“Definitely
more comfortable” she replied and then whispered
“I’m still
very horny though” and kissed him slowly and seductively on the mouth.
“The sooner
we get to Abbottsford then the better” he added and kissed her back.
The
remainder of the journey seemed to take far longer than the reality, as their
mutual need to shag was becoming all-consuming.
Greg
certainly couldn’t wait to get her out of her sticky knickers and relieve the
ache in his balls.
Once they
had disembarked at Abbottsford, they made their way quickly to the taxi rank and
joined the queue.
Impatiently
they waited their turn feeling as if they were stuck in a time warp but
eventually they reached the front and got into the waiting cab and he was
sporting a throbbing erection when they finally arrived at the Hotel.
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