Choice Tales from the Vale – (416) The Santa Express – Tight Access

 

The Santa Express was in reality the Finchbottom Flyer, a 4-6-2 standard gauge four-cylinder steam locomotive built at the Northchapel Works in 1933, liveried in the black and gold of the DCRN, Downshire County Railway Network.

It was a great work horse of the DCRN from 1933 until 1962. 

After it was taken out of service it was stored at the Northchapel Works and remained there for twenty-five years, until it and several other engines and assorted rolling stock were acquired by the Downshire Railway Preservation Society, with the financial support and patronage of Baron St George of Mornington, who was a man with a strong sense of history and his stewardship of the Mornington Estate wasn’t restricted just to the land and properties within the Estate, they also ensured the protection of historically significant buildings and landmarks under threat from modernizers.

Although steam railway engines didn’t really fall within the Estates normal parameters his Lordship made an unprecedented exception.

The acquisition of the Flyer was made in 1988 and the restoration was completed in 1992. 

The maiden journey for fare paying customers was on the August Bank Holiday in 1993 and ran from Sharping St Mary to Sharpinghead and then onto Sharpington.

It wasn’t until seven years later when the Sharpington spur line was completed, when they had access to the main Finchbottom line and were able to go County wide.

It was two years earlier than that when the Flyer had its first outing as the Santa Express which ran from Sharping St Mary station to a secret location where Santa was waiting in his village and grotto.

It was actually the old herb drying sheds which had been preserved and renovated and dressed for the season.

The train picked up children and their parent’s late afternoon so that they arrived at the grotto in darkness in order to make the most of the spectacular lights.

It ran every day from the first of December up until Christmas and there were always plenty of Elves aboard to ensure the children didn’t escape from the carriages.

 

Four of the Elves, Tony Vine, Katie Battista, Demi Holdstock and Tracey Smedley, were all college students trying to earn some extra money for Christmas and were aboard the train when it left Sharpington at midday for the journey to Sharping St Mary to meet the hordes of overexcited children, and more than one of them were over excited themselves.

When they were kids, it was one of the high points of the year, they all remembered their parents taking them when they were young kids, now the Santa Express was just a chore.

 

The four of them were sitting in a carriage as the train rattled its way out of Sharpington station, Demi and Tracey sat and watched

Katie whisper in Tony’s ear and judging by his reaction, it was something dirty, then Tony took Katie’s hand and led her into the next carriage

“See you later girls”

 

Demi and Tracey made themselves comfortable, Demi sat in the corner by the window and Tracey sat beside her.

A combination of the train’s motion and Demi’s familiar exotic perfume stirred Tracey’s juices and then Demi cuddled up to her, drawing her legs up underneath her and hugged Tracey’s  arm as she rested her head on her shoulder.

Tracey glanced down at her thru lusty eyes and noticed a little bit of pale pink strap showing, and by adjusting the angle of her head she managed to glimpse the lace edging of her silk vest inside her green Elf shirt, and she could even discern the silhouette of a nipple pushing through the silk of her vest.

Demi stirred as if conscious of her gaze, but she continued looking anyway simply because her body was too gorgeous not to.

After a few minutes Demi took hold of her hand, which Tracey thought was sweet, but then Demi was tucking her hand between her knees and her palm was resting on the material of her green woolly tights and the quality flesh they contained, so her palm began its trek along the inside of her thigh as Demi opened her legs enough to aid her advance and the touch of the woollen shod feel of her inner thigh brought a dampness to her pants.

With her head on her shoulder Tracey could hear and feel her steady breathing as her hand advanced, creeping ever higher up Demi’s firm thigh as she opened and closed her legs in anticipation and she moaned quietly, then Tracey could feel the heat from her pussy as she neared her objective.

When her hand arrived at the point where Demi clearly had the itch that she needed Tracey to scratch, she began to rub her pussy through the fabric and Demi’s breathing changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for her hand to proceed were now at right angles to one another.

The consequence of her action, plus Tracey’s rubbing had rendered the cheap Elves tights very wet, until Tracey poked her fingers straight through the wet gusset, and her digits then proceeded inside Demi’s sodden pants and beyond, into her creamy wet minge.

Shangri-La having been reached she relished looking upon the recipient of her lust as her buttocks clenched and she wriggled and squirmed on the seat beside her.

Demi was stifling her moans by burying her face in her coat, which she needed to do, as Tracey was deep in the heart of Demi’s fire as she frigged her, and Demi was not a quiet lover at the best of times.

Tracey heard some very loud moaning coming from the adjoining carriage where Tony was obviously banging Katie, Demi obviously heard it too and gripped Tracey by the wrist and urged her to frig her to the abyss.

So as the Downshire countryside hurtled by she attended to her wet gash, Demi’s cream oozing between Tracey’s fingers as she stroked her pussy, until Dem 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 her hand.

“Hmmm” Demi murmured when her head emerged from inside her coat and then she kissed Tracey wetly before cuddling up to her again and they sat there like that for about five minutes

“I’ve made a bit of a mess of your tights” Tracey said

“That’s ok I’ve got a spare pair in my bag, I’ve got a spare pair for you too” Demi replied as she knelt on the floor in front of her, then she pulled Tracey’s knees apart and ripped the crotch out of Tracey tights before thrusting two fingers into her wet gash.