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The story is entitled "A Pleasant Train Trip
Sitting in the station waiting room was uncomfortable, the seats were so hard, just plain wood but fortunately I didn't have to wait long. The arrival of the train had been announced so in just a moment or two I'd picked up my bag and wandered out onto the platform with my ticket in my hand. My seat was reserved so there was no hurry. I only needed time to get myself comfortable and as soon as the train set off on it's journey the attendant came be round with a selection of drinks, either hot or cold.
The weather had been so hot in this area that preferably I thought I'd have a cold drink although sat in the waiting room had been nice, it was air-conditioned. I was on my way to where my mum and dad live I hadn't seen them for ages so I was looking forward to the pleasure of seeing them. I knew they'd be disappointed not to see the kids but I'd promised them I'd bring them with me when I come the next time in a few weeks time.
It wasn't an urgent visit but finding myself with time on my hands and someone reliable to look after the kids I'd decided to take the opportunity for a day or two away. I'd booked a corner seat in the carriage so that I could gaze our of the window and not talk to anyone, I just wanted to look out of the window at the passing scenery. Just before the train pulled out there's a scramble and two young women come into the compartment and as the train shuddered as it took off they almost collapsed on the seat opposite me.
It had seemed as though they'd not even fully dressed themselves before they'd left home because once we'd set off the taller of the two had pulled her skirt up and pulled on a pair of stockings, not panty hose, just stockings. As she'd pulled them up I'd been able to see her pretty little panties, a lovely little pair in apple green. Although I'd never worn underwear that colour I've had a dress in an almost identical colour. The other girl, very petite had hitched up her skirt and taking a pair of panties out of her bag had proceeded to pull them up to her waist. During the operation I'd caught a glimpse of her pussy, the pubic hair was jet black.
The taller of the girls had turned her back to me and when I saw what she'd pulled out of her bag I'd nearly fainted, she'd pulled out a bra and a very nice one at that. Facing the partition between our compartment and the next she'd slid her blouse off and although I hadn't been able to see her directly I'd seen her breasts in the mirror and almost instantaneously my nipples had come erect with the vision of those delightful mounds on her breasts.
Calling to the shorter girl to help her fasten the bra she'd turned around, not deliberately I don't suppose but nevertheless I saw everything she had to show. Very nice breasts, not too big, just what a man would call a nice mouthful, any more and it would have been wasted. She then pulled her blouse around her shoulders and fastening the buttons she'd tucked it in her skirt. Her underwear was expensive, I know that very well because as I'd seen her panties and then her bra I recognised them as a brand I sometimes wear. Not often, I can't afford to wear that kind of underwear on a daily basis, it has to be saved for something special.
Once the taller girl was all fixed up it appeared it was the turn of the shorter one. She'd already put her panties on and I'd had that clear view of her pubic hair and her panties so what could happen next I'd wondered. She had been wearing a "T" shirt that had to be pulled off over her head and she'd leaned forward so her taller friend could pull it off. I'd been surprised at the size of the smaller girls breasts, for someone so small she had quite large ones and whether they'd been involved in sex earlier I had only been able to guess, her nipples were giant sized, much bigger than mine and I prided myself on having nice big ones especially when they were erect.
Speaking of being erect, they'd been erect just then, had it been the first girl pulling on her stockings and then her bra or had it been the shorter girl showing me, inadvertently, her pussy and panties before letting me see her breasts.
Notwithstanding the reason, my nipples were now beginning to show through my blouse and to try and hide myself I'd reached up for my bag to get a cardigan to wrap around my shoulders to hide my breasts and particularly my erect nipples.
The continually movement of the train had led to both of their breasts, and I suspect mine too, moving convulsively under our tops and as mine had moved, rubbing against the inside of my silk bra, the erection had become even more prominent. The situation had become somewhat intolerable, not for me because I was thoroughly enjoying seeing their breasts moving, but because I was sure they could see me "on the move too".
I'd stood to leave the compartment so as to go to the toilet but really I didn't need to use it but I hoped that perhaps splashing cold water on my face could cool me down and persuade my nipples to deflate even if only a little bit. It had no apparent effect on them and I sat on the seat wondering what I ought to do. Without any interference from me my hand had travelled to where my pretty little panties, quite like the one's the taller girl was wearing, covered me and I'd moaned as I'd lost control of myself and pressed my fingers against my wet pussy.
Obviously it hadn't been enough for me, I'd succumbed to slipping a finger inside myself. It was only then, although I'd known I was wet, that I realised just how wet I was and without any pressure from me my finger, or was it fingers, had slid deep into that disgustingly lubricated well called my pussy. However how many fingers were inside me it was not my fingers doing the work I'd found myself riding them with my hips moving slowly backward and forward until eventually I showered my fingers with hot, wet, sticky "cum". As I'd reached for the toilet paper to wipe myself I'd let out such a satisfied moan thanking myself on a job well done.
Having cleaned myself up I started on my way back to my compartment but I don't know what had stopped me, perhaps some of the scenery outside the window, but as I'd stopped I'd turned just that little way and out of the corner of my eye I'd seen the smaller of the girls down on her knees in front of the taller one sucking her pussy as hard as could be. Had I wasted my time in the toilet? Should I have stayed right here? Perhaps they would have done the same to me and the question that had run through my mind was would I have let them.
Apparently they'd satisfied each other as the taller girl had rearranged her skirt and the smaller girl was busy wiping round her mouth with a handkerchief before standing up, looking in the mirror, applying her lipstick and smiling at me as though she'd known very well where I'd been.
I'd opened my travel bag and taking out a cup and a thermos I'd offered to share my tea with them. I'd passed it to the taller girl first who had a sip, then the smaller girl before I had some myself. The purpose of passing it round that way had been to make sure that the smaller girl had it just before me and then as I'd sipped from the cup I could taste the taller girl's `cum" on the rim. So, it had been quite a nice train trip after all.
As I'd walked from the train the smaller girl had lowered the window and thanked me for sharing my tea with them but I think she was a little surprised when I'd said, "No, thank you". Little did she know that they had in their own small way contributed to the pleasure of the journey first for turning me enough for me to masturbate in the toilet and secondly for giving me a taste of her friend's pussy and "cum".
As my mother and father had come to meet me she'd asked what had made my journey so pleasant that it had brought a smile to my face but that will remain my secret that I only intend to share with you.