On A Train
- 4 years ago
- 29
- 0
There Is Always Another Train. free porn video
It was late on in summer.
We were driving across the county, back towards home after clothes shopping. Martin had bought me some lovely new lingerie at a large sex shop we found in Birmingham, all lacey and red. I had great fun trying it all on. Modelling it in front of him and the black male shop assistant, who showed more than a passing interest. I even let the assistant adjust the straps on the stockings, giving him glimpses of my shaved pussy through the sheer fabric. The shop had a promotion on, if you spent over £80 you could choose a free toy up to £20, so I chose a lovely 8 inch dildo which doubled as a strap on, the assistant even threw in the batteries.
It was as we journeyed home from our shopping expedition we saw a young woman hitch hiking, she looked a little distressed as we passed so I told Martin to stop and reverse.
“Oh! thank you, thank you so much for stopping,” she cried.
“What on earth is wrong?” I asked, concerned.
“I had a terrible row with my best friend and I need to get home to Torquay,” she replied.
I looked her over, she was stunning, long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, deep blue eyes and wonderfully high cheek structure. Her breasts were rising and falling under a crisp white blouse and long legs that ended in tight jean shorts, cut seriously high, gripping her pert bottom. I felt a twang of envy and wished I could turn back the years.
“Well we are going as far as Cheltenham if it helps,” I replied.
“Yes please, thank you. I may be able to get a train from there.”
“I expect you will struggle to find a train tonight as it is now 5.15pm but let us try.”
Martin put her small case in the boot and she jumped in the back.
As it turned out, her name was Chantel and she was 21, on a sabbatical from medical college. She and her friend had been renting a cottage for the last four weeks whilst doing the summer festival circuit and it had all been going fine until today. Then, this morning, an argument started that escalated into a serious row. She did not elaborate so I left it at that and for the rest of the journey we chatted generally about life and clothes.
When we arrived in Cheltenham we went to the train station but, as I thought, no direct trains till Monday morning, so I offered her to stay at ours. She jumped at the offer and soon we were at home having tea and sandwiches. I made up the spare bedroom and showed her the bathroom. We made small talk for a while before all deciding to turn in.
Martin had already left for work when I awoke around 7 am, I jumped in the shower, threw on a robe and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. It was not long before Chantel joined me and we sat chatting away. I told her there was a direct train at midday and I could run her to the station.
“That would be fantastic,” she said, throwing her arms around my neck causing my robe to slip and expose my breast.
“Oh, I am sorry,” she apologised.
“That’s fine, no harm done,” I said across the table, smiling to reassure her. “There is cereal and toast, if you would like some.”
We ate a little and I told her,
“the water will be warm enough now if you would like to shower.”
She padded off and I tidied up. I remembered I hadn’t put a large towel out so I grabbed one from our room and knocked the door.
“Come in.”
I opened the door and she was just stepping out of the cubicle. The water glistened on her gorgeous torso as the rivulets ran down her body. Her breasts jutted out, so firm and full, nipples erect on an island of light brown areola. Her body was slim but not skinny with no trace of fat. A tattoo of a small heart, with the initials P E inside, graced her bare mound. She turned slightly as she vacated the cubicle and I saw how firm her bottom was.
Stunning was the only word that came close.
“Do you like what you see?”
“I ffforgot to gggive you the towel,” I stuttered like a young girl.
There was a short pause.
“You did not answer the question?” she quizzed.
“I…..I…..Chantel, you are truly beautiful.”
She wrapped the small hand towel around her head, turned away and said “Please dry my back.”
I stepped forward and raised the towel as she looked back over her shoulder at me. We made full eye contact, she smiled and lent forward into me, kissing me gently. My lips parted. I felt her tongue caress my lips and push past to explore my mouth. I had not kissed a woman sexually since high school, nor had I any inclination to do so since, but her kiss gave me butterflies. I pulled away slightly, looking deep into her blue eyes, eyes so blue you could have swum in them and then went back for more. Our tongues mingled and tasted each other. I put my hands around her back, caressing her shoulder and holding her. I moved lower running my hand over her pert bottom, feeling the firmness of her cheeks. We parted and she took my hand, leading me to my bedroom. She pulled at the cord holding my robe, allowing it to part and gently pushed it from my shoulders, I shivered as it slid down my body and she whispered into my ear,
“Be still my darling, I will be gentle.”
I felt her nails trace a line down my spine and our lips met. I responded and our tongues danced with each other. As we fell gently into the sheets she ran her hands across my breasts, caressing my nipples with her finger tips. A moan escaped my lips as she kissed my neck and placed my hand on her breast. They were firm and the nipples erect. I lowered my mouth to one and gently licked it, sucking and nibbling with my teeth. She arched her back and with my other hand I traced a line along the crack of her bottom. She was whispering in my ear, telling me how she was going to run her tongue all over me, probe my crevices and take me to places I had only ever dreamt about. Her hand was meandering up the inside of my thigh, very slowly, caressing the skin as it climbed higher. It reached the V between my legs and she cupped my mound, gently squeezing, her fingers rubbing across my labia. I trembled and she whispered to me again,
“Don’t be afraid baby …I will not hurt you,”
She brought her fingers to my lips and I opened my mouth to allow her in. I licked the tips and sucked at them like they were a cock. She withdrew and with the same hand she opened my flower and caressed the bud, using my saliva as a catalyst. I exploded into an orgasm. She laughed quietly and kissed me full on the lips.
Her tongue traced circles over my chin, down my neck and across my shoulders. She lifted my arm and slowly licked my armpit, I turned my head to look and she smiled, licking it even slower. It was so erotic, sexual beyond belief. She continued her exploration to my erect nipples, flicking and lingering at the excited teat then engulfing it with her mouth. She journeyed onward down across my belly, kissing and teasing my nerve endings. I felt her breath on my vulva and I opened my legs a little, feeling her twist towards me as she straddled my body. I opened my eyes to drink in her beauty. Her pussy shone with juices leaking from the folds of her beautiful place and I surveyed her anus. A truly erotic sight. She moved back a little more and I stretched out my tongue to taste her honey. She shuddered as I deftly flicked her hole, pushing her up a little so I could enjoy her puckered anus. A primeval sound, a low growl, escaped from deep inside her body,
“More my sweet love, more,” she commanded.
Encouraged by her words I probed and curled my tongue inside the folds. I stiffened it up and thrust in and out. My fingers caressed her rosebud and she came in rush of panting breaths. I licked at her love hole, enjoying her nectar, leaving my tongue to linger outside her tunnel, feeling the droplets of her climax alight my tongue. It was so very sensual. Her tongue was dancing on my clit and her finger found its way into my pussy. I felt the orgasm rising inside me, again thrusting my tongue inside her tunnel whilst my thumb penetrated her anus. I felt her climax again as she clasped her thighs to my head holding me there as it subsided. More fingers were inside me, stretching my hole and filling my tunnel. She found her target, my innermost place. She caressed the spot and I exploded again, my head spinning with excitement. Reaching under the pillow I found the new toy and, turning it in on low, rubbed it against her pussy. She laughed, wriggling back on it.
“Put it inside me, fuck me my love” she whispered.
It slid in past her beautiful lips and into her love tunnel. Her opening closing around it in a vice like grip. She rocked her hips against and started to moan. I kept it at that speed for a while, probing and teasing but when I heard her breath quicken, I increased its speed. She started to violently push back against it as I tongued her puckered hole. She came in a torrent, her juices soaking my face and hair, my mouth ajar to catch the heavenly rain.
“That was naughty,” she laughed. “Let me have it.”
She took the toy and looking intensely at me, slowly cleaned it with her tongue.
“Mmmmm,” she smiled, “how good is that?”
Without waiting for an answer, she turned me over and raised my bottom. I felt her damp hair fall across my lower back, her breath on my buttocks. Every nerve ending was alive, tingling, waiting for her touch. A finger nail caressed the creases of my second opening and, as she touched my pussy with the toy, waves of ecstasy raced through my whole body. She pushed my head down to the bed and I imagined her view, my bottom jutting up and both my holes exposed for her pleasure. I heard her breathe in, deeply, and felt a warm wind blow across my anus as she exhaled and lent in. Her tongue was lashing at the hole, probing into the orifice. The vibrator was on top speed with my body reacting to it and her endeavours. I let out a large moan, almost a scream, as my climax hit me. My insides felt on fire as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed my whole being. Orgasm after orgasm consumed me. I felt the juices cascade from my pussy down my thighs, perspiration leaking from every pore. A tear escaped from my eye as I collapsed in a heap and she lay on top of me.
“Come here my love, let me hold you,” she said, as she wrapped her arms around me.
I turned to face her, our arms enveloping each other. She kissed me tenderly and licked away my tear.
“I should go…I have a train to catch…” she smiled…“Unless there is a later one…”
Fawn
- 20.10.2022
- 40
- 0
- Category:
- Lesbian
The Day I Left My Wedding Dress On A Train
- 2 years ago
- 29
- 0
Danielle on the Train
- 4 years ago
- 27
- 0
