"There's a compartment at the end of the carriage..." the Conductor had explained. It was quite late. And, the only way that Lieutenant Susan Donovan could get to Sydney was on the overnight train that stopped at Wagga Wagga in the early hours...
"Thanks...It'll be quite okay, thankyou!" she replied. The empty compartment was the last in the corridor. It was at the end of the train and so, it was unlikely that she'd be `disturbed' during the four hours it would take to travel to Sydney Central.
As the train pulled out of the station, she took a moment to remove her uniform jacket. Despite the Indian Summer' that she'd been experiencing at the Kapooka' Army Camp, regulations stipulated that she wore winter' uniform. But, the Lieutenant had unofficially shortened' the sleeves of her `candy striper' uniform shirt. She placed her travelling bag on the luggage rack and sat down. It was not her preferred method of travel. Her car had broken down, and the Australian Army was loathe to help Susan with any other form of transport. It was the train or nothing!
She sat down. The train was now rumbling over the long bridge that spanned the Murrumbidgee River on the outskirts of town.
"Mmmm, " she thought aloud, sitting back in her seat, "At least, I'm finally on my way to Sydney at last!"
Making herself comfortable, she gazed apathetically out the window at the passing countryside. There was a full moon. And, the Conductor had kindly turned the lights of the railway carriage down for the comfort of the passengers.
"Hello there..." a voice said. Susan turned. Standing in the doorway of her compartment, a woman stood.
"Hi there?" Susan replied. The woman hesitated. The moonlight illuminated Susan's nocturnal visitor, accentuating the woman's Fashion Model' figure as she stood in the open doorway. Wearing a skimpy halter-top' and black mini-skirt, the blonde smiled.
"I'm sorry to `disturb' you, but I thought we'd keep each other company for awhile...I can't seem to sleep on the train?"
"Sounds like a good idea..." Susan agreed. Standing up, she beckoned her `visitor' in.
"In all honesty, I can't seem to sleep on a train either!"
"You're in the Army?" the woman enquired.
"Yes..." answered Susan. Pausing for a moment, she waited for the woman to take a seat.
"I like your uniform...?"
"I'm with the WRAAC..." Susan explained.
"WRAAC?"
"Ah, the Women's Royal Australian Army Corps..."
"Oh..." the woman sighed. Susan sat down beside her ;visitor'...
"My name's Susan, " she said, speaking in a hushed tone, "Lieutenant Susan Donovan that is!"
"Nice to meet you, Susan..." the woman murmured. Gently, she placed her hand on Susan's knee...
"Penelope is my name!"
There was a moment of silence. Lieutenant Susan Donovan looked down at the woman's hand on her knee. As she had sat down, her green uniform skirt had ridden up her thigh slightly, offering the woman a better view of her shapely legs...
"Is it true, Susan?" the woman whispered. Susan hesitated.
"Is it true what they say about female soldiers?"
"What do they say?" Susan queried. Without waiting for an explanation, she took hold of the woman's hand.
"Are there lesbians in the Women's Royal Australian Army Corps?" the woman asked.
"Yes..." Susan confessed. Gently, she forced the woman's hand up her leg...
"I have a `confession' to make, Susan!" the woman sighed. Susan's lid the woman's hand under her uniform skirt.
"Penelope, " the brunette servicewoman teased, "Are you trying to `seduce' me because I'm in the Army?"
"Yes..." the woman answered. The woman's fingers slipped under Susan's panties. She caressed the servicewoman's moistening labia...
"Mmmm, " Susan groaned, "I've not been with another woman for some time, Penelope?"
Stationed at the Kapooka' Army Camp, there was little opportunity for Lieutenant Susan Donovan to taste a woman's pussy'...
"I've never fucked' a female soldier before!" the woman murmured. Her fingers slipped between Susan's pussy-lips' and she started to `finger' the servicewoman. Susan bit her lip. The woman was teasing at her clit as they sat together in the darkness.
"I've never done `this' before either..." groaned Susan.
"What about that Conductor, Penelope?"
"She won't say anything, Susan...I know her!" the woman reassured her. Susan squirmed a little in her seat. Beneath the crisp `candy striper' fabric of her uniform blouse, the servicewoman's nipples grew hard and erect.
"You do?"
"I travel on the overnight train all the time, Susan!" Penelope whispered. Even in the darkness of their compartment, she could see Susan's nipples hardening under her shirt. Still gently `fingering' the servicewoman, Penelope leant forward and kissed Susan's right nipple through the fabric of her uniform shirt.
"You see, " she then told Susan, "I work on this train as a prostitute!"
"What...?" gasped the servicewoman. Penelope lowered her head and kissed Susan's other nipple through her shirt.
"I'm a prostitute, Susan!"
"Oh...?"
"Don't worry, Susan...I'm willing to give you a servicewoman's `discount' tonight!" the woman added.
Closing her eyes, Susan shifted in her seat as the woman fingered' at her clit. It had been six months since she'd slept' with another woman. Leaning down again, Penelope started to suck' at Susan's left nipple – the prostitute smearing lipstick and saliva on the servicewoman's uniform shirt as she lovingly sucked' the nipple through the crisp `candy striper' fabric...
"I've never been with a prostitute before, Penelope!" Susan gasped.
"I saw you on the platform at Wagga Wagga Station..." the prostitute whispered. Pausing, she started to unbutton Susan's uniform shirt.
"And, I decided that one way or another, I was going to have you tonight...on the train!"
"Mmmm..." the servicewoman groaned. As the prostitute unbuttoned her `candy striper' shirt, Susan reached under the woman's mini-skirt.
"That's good girl, Susan!" Penelope gasped. The servicewoman was now `fingering' her as well.
"Yes..." gasped Susan. The prostitute had unbuttoned Susan's `candy striper' shirt to her waistline, revealing the bra that she wore underneath. Penelope smiled wickedly. Opening her own eyes, Lieutenant Susan Donovan looked at the woman – she pressed her mouth to the woman's moist lips and they kissed, unaware that they'd been caught out!
"What the..." a familiar voice gasped. Apart from the regular `clickety-clack' of the train's wheels, there was a moment of silence...
"Penelope, "the voice hissed officiously, "What are you doing, Slut?"
"Shhhh..." the prostitute murmured. Turning, she looked at the Conductor in the doorway and smiled.
"I've warned you before, Penelope?" the Conductor added. Still `fingering' the prostitute beside her, Lieutenant Susan Donovan looked up at the Conductor...
"Please..."she begged. Lesbianism within the Australian Army was quite taboo.
Red-faced, Susan uttered a muffled sigh before continuing her heart-felt plea...
"Don't report this, Ma'am?"
"I've done nothing wrong, Miss Jackson!" the prostitute snapped. Licking her moist lips, she continued to finger' the servicewoman's moistening pussy' as the Conductor watched.
"And, anyway Miss Jackson...You didn't complain when I tongued' your cunt' in the `Ladies' after Albury?"
"Bitch..." exclaimed the Conductor. In the gloom of the carriage, Susan could not see the woman's reaction.
"I should've known!"
"You can `watch' if you like?" the prostitute suggested. Penelope enjoyed teasing the lesbian Conductor...
"You know I `work' the train on a regular basis, Miss Jackson!"
"Penelope...?"
"I'll make it up to you, Ma'am?" Susan promised. It would not be the first time that Lieutenant Susan Donovan had offered `a piece of the action' to another woman in order to keep out of trouble.
"No, you won't...I look after Miss Jackson all the time, Susan!" Penelope growled.
"Bitch..." the Conductor cursed. As she watched, Penelope and the servicewoman continued to `finger' each other...
"Every night I'm on this train, I give her a `freebie' in the guard's van after the stop at Albury!" Penelope explained.
"I should've fucking known...bloody `Soldier Girls' are Sluts!"
Breathing a sigh of relief, Susan watched the Conductor turn and disappear.
"I bet, "whispered Penelope, "She wanted you all for herself, Susan?"
Before the servicewoman could answer, Penelope caressed Susan's mouth with her lips and kissed her once again. The train was now passing through the outskirts of Junee. Despite what happened, the prostitute knew that `Miss Jackson' would make sure that they were not disturbed. Their tongues entwined. Lieutenant Susan Donovan was rather partial to a loving kiss...
"I think it's time I tasted' your beautiful cunt'...?" Penelope sighed as their lips parted. For a moment, a long dribble of saliva hung between their mouths. Taking her own hand from the prostitute's pussy', Susan raised it to her mouth. Her fingers were wet' with Penelope's fragrant cunni. Opening her mouth as the prostitute watched, she took her fingers between her lips and tasted' Penelope's sweet pussy-juices' in a somewhat sensual' manner. Watching the servicewoman's every move, the sexy prostitute fumbled with Susan's dishevelled shirt. She pulled the unbuttoned candy striper' shirt from where it had been tucked into Susan's uniform skirt. Moments later, as Susan continued to savour the cunni on her fingers, Penelope stripped' Susan of the shirt. As she did so, the servicewoman's pussy-juice' on her own fingers was smeared over the shirt's `candy striper' fabric.
"You taste so good, Penelope!" Susan moaned. Lifting herself slightly, she let the prostitute lift her WRAAC skirt about her waist.
"I hope you have a clean' shirt in your bag, Susan?" Penelope joked, almost apologetically. She wanted Susan's candy striper' shirt as a souvenir. Hitching her crumpled skirt up for Penelope, Susan let the prostitute relieve her of her sodden panties too...
"There's lipstick and `pussy' all over your shirt..." the prostitute sighed.
"...I have my uniform jacket! the servicewoman thought aloud. She'd never really meant to answer Penelope's last comment.
"I'm going to make this worth your while, Susan!" the prostitute assured her.
Slipping to the floor, Penelope knelt between Susan's legs. The servicewoman's `candy striper' shirt lay on the compartment floor with her panties. The train slowed to a stop at Junee station. There was a little movement in the carriage as passengers left the train. Although, they could not see her from their compartment, they could hear the Conductor at the other end of the carriage...
"I just get you have you `Soldier Girls' do this to you in the barracks, Susan?" Penelope whispered in a suggestive manner – she lowered her head between the servicewoman's thighs and kissed at Susan's moist vagina. The effect was immediate. Susan let out a muffled groan. Their darkened compartment was on the other side of the carriage from the well-illuminated Junee platform.
"I've only ever slept' with female soldiers, Penelope..." the servicewoman admitted. She'd been exposed' to lesbianism at the Georges Heights WRAAC School. And, although she would never have admitted it, Susan had joined the WRAAC to meet other lesbians!
There were still a few passengers boarding the train when Penelope caressed the servicewoman's moist pussy-lips' with her tongue. Teasing the female soldier, the prostitute ran the very tip of her tongue up and down Susan's pussy-lips' as she savoured the taste. Each move of her tongue caused Lieutenant Susan Donovan to squirm in her seat. Closing her eyes, the servicewoman ran her fingers through the prostitute's hair – she held the prostitute's face to her pussy' as Penelope's tongue slid between her pussy-lips' at last. The train was still at Junee. And, as the prostitute's tongue violated' her vagina, Susan used every bit of self-control that she could muster. She wanted to scream. And, she wanted to scream an obscenity' as Penelope mercilessly tongued' at her aching clit. Breathing heavily, she could only allow herself a muffled groan. For a moment, as she felt the train start to move again, she thought that she saw the Conductor watching from the compartment door again. Kneeling before her, the prostitute was intent on performing cunnilingus on her. Suddenly, Susan realised that her compartment door had been closed. And, as she felt Penelope's tongue inside her, the female soldier realised that her panties were now missing' too!
It wasn't until about five o'clock that Lieutenant Susan Donovan seemed to regain her composure. She had not experienced such ecstasy for months. Sitting back in her seat, she gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Beneath her crumpled skirt, her `pussy' still felt as if it were on fire. Standing at the door, Penelope had put Susan's discarded uniform shirt on. For almost thirty minutes they had lay together on the carriage seat, kissing and caressing each other. Penelope had picked her moment well...
"I want a favour, Susan?" she had whispered in Susan's ear. She's used the candy striper' shirt to clean the pussy-juice' from the seat. Toying with the prostitute's hair, Susan had not heard the prostitute at first.
"Susan...Can I ask you a little `favour' please?"
"Penelope?" the servicewoman had answered...
"Have you got another uniform shirt?"
"Yes..." Susan had replied. Caressing the prostitute's cheek with her finger, she had smiled knowingly at Penelope.
"You want my shirt, Penelope?"
"I want a uniform, Susan?" he prostitute confessed.
"You wouldn't be the first `prostitute' in a WRAAC uniform!" teased Susan. During the First World War, prostitutes had joined the British Army. And, from time to time, prostitutes had been caught as members of the Women's Royal Australian Army Corps...
"Can I have your shirt please?" Penelope asked. She kissed at Susan's neck.
"If I had a uniform, I could pretend; to be a soldier girl'...it would be just the thing I need to increase business, Susan!"
"You can have my shirt, Penelope..." Susan answered.
"I'm not sure about a full WRAAC uniform though?"
"Thankyou..." the prostitute sighed. They kissed again, unaware that they'd just passed through Goulburn...
"I want to see you in the uniform shirt too?" the servicewoman demanded. They kissed again - It was to be their penultimate kiss as Penelope would have to leave the train at Liverpool to avoid the `suspicions' of the New South Wales Police Force in Sydney.
Sitting back, Lieutenant Susan Donovan now watched as Penelope put her discarded candy striper' shirt on. She had another shirt in her travelling bag. Penelope had been in the Ladies' when Susan put her fresh uniform shirt on. And, upon her return, Susan had presented' the prostitute with the other shirt. Lipstick smears contrasted with the green candy striper' fabric...
"I'll be on the train back to Wagga Wagga on Tuesday, Penelope?" the servicewoman had confided. Penelope took the shirt.
"And, " Susan had then asked, "I want to watch you `fuck' that bitch of a Conductor?"
The prostitute did not react. Standing at the door, she put the uniform shirt on...
"I might have Miss Jackson' have some fun' with you, Susan?" she suggested. Whilst going to the toilets, she'd inadvertently met the Conductor in the corridor of their carriage. Miss Jackson had not let the opportunity slip. She had reminded Penelope of her debt – to work on the train, the prostitute would have to pleasure' the Conductor in the secluded guard's van. And, she had once again told the prostitute that ...female soldiers are all Sluts!'
Toying with the wide collar of her fresh; uniform shirt, Susan smiled wickedly – Lieutenant Susan Donovan was well aware of the kinky reputation' that female soldiers sometimes gained. As she watched, the prostitute tied the uniform shirt halter-style' about her waist. The thought of fucking' the officious Conductor was rather `arousing' for the servicewoman...
"I'm going to have to use the train more often?" she whispered.
"I'll be on the train, Susan..." Penelope answered. Pausing for a moment, she tugged at her shirtsleeve,
"I'll see you again, on Tuesday night at Central Station!"
"Mmmm..." sighed Susan.
"And, " the prostitute added, somewhat mischievously, "I have put my telephone number in your bag too!"
"Oh..." answered the servicewoman. She sat up...
"Whilst you weren't looking, " she explained to Penelope, "I put fifty dollars in your handbag too, Penelope!"
"But...?" Penelope protested. Lieutenant Susan Donovan had paid her for the night...
"I told you, tonight was a freebie'...I wanted to offer you a Servicewoman's Discount' tonight?"
"You're a prostitute..." explained Susan. She took a moment to look Penelope up and down in the morning sunlight.
"You can't afford to give `it' away!"
"The shirt, Susan?"
"The uniform shirt was a `gift' from me to you...Penelope, you were worth every cent!"
THE END