Choice Tales from the Vale – (153) The Girl in the Second Hand Clothes

Oliver Key stood on the platform at Millmoor station in the inclement weather as the Childean train arrived.

Once on the train he knew that one of two things would happen, he would either fall asleep within minutes of the train departing the station or the motion of the train would give him an erection.

Neither of which was entirely uncommon for a teenager even if his teenage years were nearly at an end.

As it turned out he got a hard on and then fell asleep, it was a fitful sleep full of erotic images and lusty dreams.

The result of which was that he had a much larger erection when he awoke than when he dropped off.

The good news was that they were only about five minutes from Childean, he checked his watch and he was sure he would easily make the connection for Shallowfield.

But that was before they stopped at a signal and waited there for what seemed like an eternity, and when they eventually got going again it meant meeting his connection was going to be a very close shave indeed.

 

As the train pulled into Childean station it was raining hard, very hard.

Luckily the connecting train was still there on the adjacent platform but Oliver could hear whistles blowing so he had to sprint across the platform to get on board and out of the rain again and he made it with only seconds to spare before the train pulled out.

He was in the last carriage, which meant he would disembark at Shallowfield on the uncovered section of the platform.

This was easily remedied by walking through to another carriage further along, but he couldn’t be asked.

He made himself comfortable and was quite confident that he would sleep and dream away the short duration of the journey.

That was until a rain soaked figure in a blue hooded cagoule appeared dripping water everywhere including over him, which was when he turned into his mother and tutted loudly.

Realising what they had done the figure turned around.

“I’m so sorry did I get you wet?” the figure said before continuing with surprise and a thin-lipped smile

“Oh Oliver”

He tried to recognise the owner of the voice but there was only a small circle of face visible and that had hair plastered to it and drops of rainwater were dripping off their eye lashes.

It was definitely a girl, small and wet, he suppose it could equally have been a small, wet effeminate man but he didn’t think he knew any.

Not having a clue who it was he did the only thing left open to and feeble said.   

“Hello”

The figure unzipped their cagoule and removed the hood and he could see it was a short girl with straight brown hair and an attractive face, with freckled cheeks, and hazel eyes, and when her wet cag was removed she was wearing rather dowdy shapeless skirt a baggy sweater, shabby shoes and equally shabby tights.

“Rachel” he said, “I didn’t recognize you”

Rachel McCaffrey was the eldest child of his next door neighbour’s.

She was a year older than him and worked three jobs as she was the only breadwinner for the family which was why she was always so shabbily dressed as all her clothes came from charity shops.

Oliver had always liked her despite that and had asked her out several times but she was always too busy with her jobs and looking after her widowed mother and three younger siblings.

She threw her wet cagoule down on the seat and was about to sit next to it when the train jerked and she fell onto Oliver’s lap but she quickly pushed back against him with her buttocks and scrambled to her feet.

“Sorry” she said and as she did so he was able to detect the faint aroma of perfume.

The train lurched once more and she again fell against him but once again she scrambled to her feet.

“Sorry” she said once more, but almost immediately the train lurched again and she fell onto his lap.

This time as she scrambled to regain her feet he tried to aid her ascent by grabbing her bum with the intention of pushing her up but instead he ended up caressing her arse and feeling every inch of its curve then suddenly she made a renewed attempt to escape.

“Sorry” she said again

“Stop apologizing Rach” he chastised her and he sat her on the seat beside him.

“I’m not sorry in the slightest” he added “you have a very nice arse by the way”

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said blushing

“Why not? It’s true,” he said and then he did something he had wanted to do for a long time, he leant over and kissed her which at first she resisted but then reciprocated with interest but then she stopped abruptly and looked around the carriage, it was much busier than she was comfortable with.

“Too many people eh”

She nodded

Oliver stood up and led her around the bulkhead away from prying eyes and kissed her again, a long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, so much more electric than he had imagined it would be, so he took it as a sign of encouragement so while his lips busied themselves with hers, his hands made in roads inside her sweater where he found another layer to contend with, which appeared to be a cotton vest.

Oliver hadn’t come across a lot of vests, it was one area of female apparel that he had found lacking in his limited experience.

But getting “in it” he had every intention of doing so quite undeterred his hands sought out her tits and found them braless and her nipples aroused beneath the cotton.

He was still figuring out how to get on the other side of her vest when the driver announced they were approaching Shallowfield station.

“That’s our stop,” she said

“I don’t want to stop” he replied

Rachel didn’t say anything but blushed scarlet which told him she didn’t want to stop either.

Reluctantly they returned to their seats and donned their coats.

But as they were waiting for the doors to open Rachel said.

“I don’t want to stop either”

“Good” he said but wasn’t sure how it would help.

It was still lashing down with rain and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm raging to accompany it, so outdoor courting was out of the question, her house was a nonstarter and so was his.

As soon as the doors opened everyone scurried for cover and the exit, Rachel and Oliver were at the back of the pack.

He was thinking about how he might get inside her vest and she was looking around and as they first got under cover she suddenly pulled him sideways and he found himself outside the disabled toilet where Rachel opened the door and pulled him inside.

He bolted the door and the second the lock snapped shut he heard the rustle of Rachel’s cagoule as she threw it in the corner and then she kissed him hard on the mouth and he finally got in-between Rachel and her vest.

 

Apart from a good deal of kissing and being rewarded for his efforts in infiltrating her vest where he cupped her lovely breasts, nothing else happened even though they both felt a burning desire to do so, neither of them wanted to consummate their want in a public toilet. 

So they waited until the next train pulled in and joined the rear of the throng of passengers.    

“This is exciting” Rachel said and giggled and held his hand.

They held hands all the way home and then kissed goodnight at the gate and three days later he removed the second hand clothes, including the cotton vest, from her lovely body and made love to her in his bed.