Gary Kitchen and Sara
Sund were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a
working railway station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a
place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were
staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of
the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with
Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are
they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he
replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she
said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just
wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could
remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of
fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it
when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest
facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and
left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was
already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just
after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother
dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to
the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the
room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked
buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck
to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous
sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her
hard.
After that first
surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to
try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted
But the new
adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the
summer holiday was over.
And they spent their
spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to ball Sara brains
out.
But they were also
regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old
adventures where he would sully her anew as well as finding new and evermore
sensual exploits.
Which was why they took
every opportunity to get back to the Vale because there intimate exchanges
always seemed hotter there than anywhere else so they became regulars at
Maxlins holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave
them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous
memories.
But their sex life was
not wholly dependent upon what Maxlins had to offer.
On one occasion they
were travelling on the Finchbottom Express during evening rush hour as they
travelled to Abbottsford for a business seminar.
They boarded the train
and the carriage was a little over half full and took the seats by the door and
made themselves comfortable, Sara sat in the corner by the window and Gary sat
beside her.
They were at the
opposite end of the carriage to the toilets so they thought there wouldn’t be
much thru traffic and therefore a quieter journey and as it was a very early
start for them they were very tired and hoped for a bit of a snooze.
They were soon under
way and enjoying the views as the train clickety clacked its way through the
Downshire countryside, which was bathed in spring sunshine.
A combination of the
train’s motion and Sara’s familiar exotic perfume stirred his loins but the
urge to fall asleep was greater than his lust.
Even before they had
reached the Finchbottom Vale Sara had cuddled up to him, drawing her legs up
underneath her and hugged his arm as she rested her head on his shoulder and
fell asleep.
He glanced down at her
thru sleepy eyes and noticed a little bit of pale pink bra strap showing, and
by adjusting the angle of his head he managed to glimpse the lace edging of her
bra inside her blouse where he thought he could discern the silhouette of a
nipple pushing through the cotton of her blouse, but whether it was his
imagination or just wishful thinking, he was wide awake.
Sara stirred as if
conscious of his gaze but he continued looking anyway simply because her body
was too gorgeous not to.
After a few minutes
the long blinks were setting in and his eyelids were getting heavier and
heavier but he quickly came to as she slid one hand down his arm until she was
holding his hand which he thought was sweet then closed his eyes again but was
brought back very much to the moment as Sara was tucking his hand between her
knees and his palm was resting on the thin material of her tights and the
quality flesh they contained, so his palm began its trek along the inside of
her thigh as Sara open her legs enough to aid his advance and the touch of the
thinly shod feel of her inner thigh brought a lump to his pants.
With her head on his
shoulder he could hear and feel her steady breathing as his hand advanced,
creeping ever higher up Sara’s firm thigh as she opened and closed her legs in
anticipation and she moaned quietly and Gary could feel the heat from her pussy
as he neared his objective.
When his hand arrived
at the point 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 plus his rubbing and the thinness of her tights caused his fingers
to push straight through the gusset and his digits then proceeded inside her
sodden pants and beyond, 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.
This was not the first
time they had had an adventure on a train but it was the first time on a
commuter train.
It was not the first
time they had had an adventure on a train but it was the first time on a
commuter train.
He was conscious of
the fact they were in an open carriage, though not fully occupied, but he still
had to keep a weather eye on the aisle to ensure they were not discovered but
obviously the risk of being caught added to the spice, the hardness of his cock
and the wetness of her cunny was testament to that.
Sara 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 at the best of times.
Then he heard the door
open from the adjoining carriage so his fingers exited Sara’s fanny and she
closed her legs and Gary nonchalantly rested his hand on her knee as a
passenger opened the door and he smiled to himself as he looked down to where
his hand was resting, and noticed the Downshire sunshine glistening on Sara’s
viscose juices on the two fingers that had previously been engaged between her
lips.
The indecisive
passenger, meanwhile, paused for a moment then went back the way he came and
immediately the door closed behind him
Sara 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, her cream oozing 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.
After a moment or two
she relaxed and her thighs released their grip on his hand.
“Hmmm” Sara murmured when
her head emerged from inside her coat and then she kissed him wetly before
cuddling up to him again and they sat there like that for about five minutes
Just being on a train
made him horny, being on a train with Sara made him even more so, but after their
little adventure he had the mother of all erections.
Under normal
circumstances he wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to satisfy himself
but their options were limited and time was against them
“Thank you horny” she
said lightly squeezing the lump in his trousers
“That was gorgeous”
“Good” he said
“But I think we need
to deal with him” she said and unzipped his fly
Sara then performed on
him expertly in the busy carriage and as the Finchbottom express rolled into
Abbottsford Station he exploded inside her mouth.
They were the last off
the train and walked slowly off the platform and then once on the concourse she
started looking around
“What’s the matter?”
he asked
“I’m all sticky” she
whispered “and uncomfortable”
“Ah” he replied
unhelpfully
“There’s one” she
announced “Back in a mo” and Gary smiled as he watched her walk towards the
knicker shop with a very un-lady like gait.
Sara returned about
ten minutes later, walking much more comfortably carrying a plastic bag which
Gary assumed contained her moist knickers.
“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.
“Then you know what
we’ll be doing when the seminar breaks for lunch?” he replied and kissed her
back.
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