Pendolino

Pendolino Pendolino

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Submitted: November 02, 2015

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Pendolino

I simply can't help it... I just need to keep finding new ways to satisfy my need for eroticism. It's not about finding new ways to shag so that I can expand my own version of the Kama Sutra though. What I need is to find new ways of entertaining myself. I love pushing boundaries and I really get off on finding out what I can get away with and at the same time going about my normal business. I guess it's one reason I often lose my underwear and I love wearing my labia cuff with its dangy bits.

I was thinking about this as I settled into my seat on the late night train to Manchester. My Dad had paid my upgrade so I found myself in a lovely, comfortable first class seat in an almost empty carriage as we pulled out of Euston. No sooner had we started moving than a couple stumbled down the aisle, struggling with their luggage and clearly having caught the train by the skin of their teeth. I noticed the girl right away; tall and elegant in a New-age-Gothic kind of way; long dark hair, eyes like vanishing pools and a soft and clingy ankle length skirt. The skirt was gorgeous... I was mesmerised as she reached up to put her case on the rack and the fine, grey fabric moulded itself to the contours of the backs of her legs and over the swell of her bottom. I knew I was staring but there was no way I could break my gaze... and then she stumbled back against me.

It was instinct to put up my hands but I seemed almost detached from them as I felt them slide up the back of her thighs, feeling the firmness of her curves through the soft skirt... then I realised my right hand was pressing firmly against her womanhood and I could feel far more than could possibly be proper. As her companion caught and steadied her, I mumbled an apology and felt myself blushing from my toes to the tip of my nose. 'No, please, I should apologise', she said, 'I'm Penny, by the way'. 'Claudia', I replied... and I found myself gazing into those deep deep eyes, a silly grin on my face.

'Paul' said the man. Oh, I had forgotten he was there... but the spell was broken for the moment, so I shook his hand and said 'Hi'. Paul and Penny sat a row infront of me and across the aisle. Penny was facing me reading a book and I couldn't take my eyes off her... except when she caught me looking. Paul curled up in the corner with his music and soon his eyes were shut.

Virgin Trains hospitality in First Class was a real treat. By the time the steward poured my second tumbler (yes, tumbler) of Chardonnay I was feeling mellow but also frisky and less and less inhibited. Penny caught my eye as her glass was topped up, winking at me and smiling impishly... then without breaking eye contact, she began slowly drawing her skirt up to her knees, stretching her bare legs under the table. I really wasn't sure whether she realised she was being provocative or whether it was simply me, randy as usual, reading the most erotic connotations into it. So I reached for the hem of my skirt and drew it over my knees and half way up my thighs. Penny smiled... a lovely, free, open smile and I saw her cheeks blush before she turned her eyes determinedly back to her book. But she kept peeking over the top of it.

Feeling more sure of myself now, I eased my skirt a little higher, knowing Penny would be able to see most of my bare thighs as I stroked them slowly, tracing from my knee upwards with the tips of my fingers as far as the now bunched-up hem of my skirt. She looked around, then placed one finger to her lips in a 'shhhhh' gesture. My heart was in my mouth as I watched Penny open her bag and take out a small velvet pouch from which she took a little enammelled ball which she licked with her tongue. And then, to my delight but utter amazement, she opened her legs resting one foot on the seat and almost too quickly to see popped the ball inside her obviously bare sex. I gasped, realising my mouth was open in that most unattractive way and at the same time feeling the tingle run through me... a piece of elastic between my nipples and my sensitive place between my legs.

Penny looked at me and raised one eyebrow, an expectant expression on her face, as she pressed her hand between her legs. Well, what could I do? With the biggest, most wicked grin on my face I slowly parted my knees revealing my own nakedness and that I had waxed earlier too. I had been pretty sure she was bare under her skirt when she stumbled into me, but I didn't think she had realised that I was bare too. I traced my finger between my now damp lips and shuddered, closing my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them, Penny was standing beside me her hand reaching for mine.

I could hold a party in the accessible toilets on a Pendolino, but this party was for two. As we made our way back to our seats an indecent time later, I could feel the small enammelled ball moving inside me, sending gentle tingles through me and I knew that whenever I wear it, I shall remember sharing a train with Penny.


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