The Downshire Star was
a 4-6-2 standard gauge three-cylinder steam locomotive built at the Northchapel
Works in 1933 which had all the romance of the Flying Scotsman and the grace
and style of the Mallard.
It was a stunning
sight liveried in the black and gold of the DCRN, Downshire County Railway
Network, pulling the Prix Deluxe first-class coaches, dining carriage, and
sleeper cars, as well as second and third class wagons, and it ran from
Abbeyvale to all points North via Abbottsford, Finchbottom and Nettlefield.
In the dying days of the steam age
John Cooper and Hayley Jeffrey were aboard a crowded carriage travelling from
Northchapel to Abbottsford to do their Christmas shopping, and just being on a train made
him horny, being on a train with Hayley made him even more so, and on that
particular journey he had the mother of all erections.
Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have been able to resist the
urge to satisfy himself, by skewering her at the earliest opportunity, but
their options were limited, even if time wasn’t against them and she hadn’t had
her period.
“It’s a shame you’ve
got the decorators in,”
“Especially when
trains make you
horny” she retorted lightly stroked the lump in his trousers and she just kept
going, mile after mile.
He was close to creaming his y-fronts as the train pulled into
Northchapel station, so they exited the carriage, which was uncomfortable for
him, but she steered him to one side to wait for the crowd to disperse.
It was lashing down
with rain and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm accompanying it
and everyone scurried for cover and the exit,
“Come on” he said “All the cabs will be gone”
“But I think we need to deal with him first” she said
Out of sight of the
main pack, she bundled him into the lady’s toilet and sat on the seat and unzipped his fly,
tugged out his cock and took him in her mouth.
“That’s so good, gorgeous” he said
He was already in an
advanced state of arousal before they got off the train, so when she began to perform on him so
expertly, he was soon approaching the
point of no return, and he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she
knew what she was going to do.
So as the Downshire
Star pulled noisily out of Abbottsford station he exploded in her mouth.
“That was so good” he mused
“That was an early Christmas present” she corrected him
“So, I expect my Christmas Stocking to bulge as much as your oxford
bags did”
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