It was in April 1961 during the final days of the age of steam when the Sharpington to Abbottsford train rattled through the Finchbottom Vale late on Sunday night.
Eric Pepper had spent the Bank Holiday Monday with a couple of mates
in Sharpington but Harry and Len had pulled a couple of local girls so they
decided to get the milk train back the next morning.
Eric was twenty three years old and had no hard feelings over his
friends getting lucky he had his chance but he wasn’t looking for knee trembler
in an alleyway or a bunk up under the pier, he was looking for something or
someone a little more exotic.
So he left his friends to their cheap thrills with cheap slutty girls
and got the train home.
He got aboard and slammed the door and walked down the corridor and
went into the first compartment he came to.
When he slid the door closed he sat down and found himself sitting
opposite a girl sitting quietly in the corner.
Her name was Rachel Kitcat and she had long straight brown hair and
was on the plain side of pretty with a heavily freckled face, lovely blue eyes,
a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile, which she greeted him with.
Eric returned the smile and sat down and slowly appraised the short
quiet girl in the pale lemon dress and cream cardigan.
Her legs were nice, he thought sheathed in tan coloured stockings and
she had tiny feet, always a bonus for Eric, small feet.
Although he didn’t know it she was the same age as him and had also
spent the day in Sharpington.
They spent the next twenty minutes exchanging glances, his of
curiosity mixed with lechery, and hers of coquettishness.
But then the motion of the train soon began to lull him off, it was
only the sound of a train rattling by in the opposite direction that brought
him back and through half opened eyes he saw the girl seated diagonally
opposite him across the aisle.
He was starting to close his eyes again thinking that he had already
surveyed her meager attributes when she did something that brought him wide
awake.
Her right leg was on the seat, bent at the knee, and was resting
against the seat back and she drew it up towards herself, while her left leg
was stretched across the gap between the seats.
The girl sat there, head back, eyes closed and a hand on each knee,
and then very slowly she slid her hands down the inside of her thighs and under
her skirt exposing her gorgeous stocking tops.
Her eyes may have been closed but his were wide open as the fabric of
her skirt slowly moved upward exposing a hint of bum cheek up her knicker leg.
The girls hand continued and the material kept on its upward trend and
the full majesty of her hairy minge was visible through the silk of her
drawers.
Rachel’s tiny hand and nimble finger then returned downward and one of
them pulled the silk aside and he could see a glorious expanse of thick brown
hair extending either side of her closed lips and when the lips peeled open
like a piece of ripe fruit it revealed to him the soft moist pink flesh inside.
The girl then slipped her small digits between her open lips and began
working diligently on herself while his pants bulged with appreciation for her
craft.
She was good, very good, and the antics of the quiet girl he was
compelled to watch certainly fell under the umbrella on the exotic.
And as he watched her deft fiddling fingers frigging at her fanny he
suddenly became aware that however exciting she was, and it would undoubtedly
make it to Eric’s wank bank, he thought to himself she was never going to
finish herself off before the next station,
He knew the train was definitely going to arrive before she did.
So he moved across the aisle and perched on the edge of her seat, once
in close proximity to her he could not detect the telltale smell of alcohol
which he thought would explain her uninhibited performance.
Eric placed his left hand on the inside of her right thigh on her stocking
top while two finger of his left hand invaded her creamy cunny and he frigged
her as her own fingers continued their exotic work.
Rachel’s spare hand grasped his as it worked on her as she grew closer
and closer and closer until she came and pulled his fingers hard into her
cunny.
Then as her thighs came together Eric did something he hadn’t done
since he was 15, he creamed his pants.
She smiled coyly at him as she released her grip on his hand.
“That was very nice….” he began
“Rachel” she said “My name is Rachel”
“That was very exotic Rachel” he continued
“I’m Eric” he said and kissed her on the lips as the train pulled into
the station
“Is this you’re your station?” he asked
“No” she replied “I’m going to Abbottsford”
“Good” he said and kissed her again “So am I”
“So we’re both going all the way” she said and giggled
“Yes but maybe not today” he thought as he kissed her again with
sticky pants.
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