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The Sleeper Train
By Jill Gossard
I was travelling on a journey to the southernmost tip of England
and decided, as it's a long drive, I'd take the sleeper train. I
was to spend an overnight in a hotel near Falmouth, so I decided
to take my alter ego Jill with me in my bag so as to have a
little gentle fun while in the confines of my hotel room. It was
past 11.30 in the evening, the night train was standing silently
at a platform on Paddington station in central London. The
steward showed me to my berth. I was reminded how tiny a space
the berth is and was relieved that since there was no other
luggage I may be travelling alone.
I stowed my bags and went to the dining car for a nightcap before
bed. The train was leaving Paddington as I finished my glass and,
never forgetting the feminine items locked away waiting for me in
the cabin, decided to slip off to get some sleep before the train
arrived some 7 hours later. In the cabin I took the lower bed.
For those who don't know, the compartment has a drop down bunk
for the upper bed, there is a basin about 6 inches in diameter
with a tiny pair of taps and there is no hanging space. With the
beds in place there is very little standing room. I removed my
clothes and slid into the bed under the covers that are also only
just big enough to reach the edges of the bunk, even without a
person under them. I placed my bag at the foot of the bed so I
could fondle Jill's clothes.
I started to fondle myself, too. Of course I started to get
aroused and decided since I had the cabin to myself that I should
slip into my nighty. I still didn't feel entirely comfortable
that no one would come in so pulled a navy blue, satin, long
length item from my bag and under the covers. Pulling it from my
feet up and wriggling sensually within its silky folds, I slipped
the straps over my shoulders. I gasped to myself in sheer
pleasure and relief.
The journey from my office earlier in the evening to the station,
knowing I was carrying these items, had built up to quite an
uncontrollable desire. I fumbled again and brought out a pair of
lace top stocking, and panties and dressed myself further. It
felt so nice with the silky fabrics sliding against each other
and my tingling flesh. It was warmer, too, than the single sheet
and thin blanket. I switched on my laptop and brought up some of
the saved erotic stories I keep in a locked folder.
I was reading the stories and softly rubbing myself. Feeling
sleep coming on, I laid the laptop on the floor; I was about to
fall to sleep. Outside in the corridor there was a lot of noise.
Earlier, I had jumped at each click, slam, clatter or thump on
the door as the various denizens of the night train went about
their business, I was relaxed now and off my guard. Thud, Crack!
Click; the door burst open! My pc was scraped across the floor
by the opening door. I had a roommate.
"Ach sorry mate," said a slurred voice, loud and blunt "I've been
in the bar, sorry to wake you. Did I wake you? I've got some
cans. You want one? Here!"
Pssht, he opened the can and thrust it down at me. I froze. The
can shook, I could only see his legs. Dark blue, thin man made
fabric, a business suit I guessed.
"Go on you're awake now might as well."
I took the can. It was tricky to drink while keeping the covers
over me. He leaned down to move my computer, then lifted it up to
his bunk. I got a glimpse of the man; short ginger hair, sturdy
not fat, with a clear complexion and obvious stubble. He looked
tired and certainly red-faced with drink. I drank more of the
strong lager, sitting up but huddled as best I could. I was
trying to drop the straps and get the feminine clothes out of
sight.
" Could I have that please?" I asked.
But he was silent. I knew he could see what I had been reading.
"Blimey mate you're a strange one. Is this what turns you on?
'... as Roger pumped into my girlish ass I imagined that yes I
was really his girlfriend and couldn't wait for the moment he
gave me his love juice in my tight little pleasure hole.'"
I saw the man's body start to bend and his red face loomed into
view.
"Ohh my, you are going to have fun girly boy. What's your name
then?"
"Jill" I said gruffly.
"What's that? You don't sound like a girl. Tell me again."
"Jill," I said softly.
"Again, like you mean it," he demanded in a little voice, like he
was taking to a child.
I drank again on the can and felt an alcoholic rush and lisped,
"Jill"
"That's better. Do you want to be Jill for me? I think from what
I'm reading here that you probably do. Have you been with a man
before Jill?"
I nodded.
"Good! Then you know what I want."
With that, he stood facing me but with his elbows on the bunk
above. I pulled the straps back over my shoulders and swept aside
the blanket. My nighty was standing tent-like in my lap. Yes I
wanted this. I reached out and undid his thin leather belt and
tugged down his zip. Using both sets of fingers, I fumbled to
undo the two buttons holding the waistband of his trousers. They
fell straight down to his ankles.
There was his bulge 18 inches from my face. He wasn't hard but
the great pack looked huge. I reached out and held it and
smoothed my hands over the coarse cotton . My fingertips took
the waistband and pulled it towards me. He lay like a sleeping
snake on the balcony this formed. I was uncomfortable so I swung
my legs off the bed. I had to keep my head low to avoid the upper
bunk. With my feet either side of his I took down his pants and
looked at his cock as it hung like a lonely horse, inches from my
face.
"Go on then, make me hard you girly slut!"
Wrapping my hand round the thick animal, I started to milk him.
The soft flesh responded well to my touch and began to grow. With
a series of jerks he was fully erect and had become a frightening
size. I have sucked a few men in my time as a girl and know what
will fit at a glance. This looked OK in tooth clearance but it
was long and I knew already that tomorrow I would have a sore
throat!
I filled my mouth with its head and sucked and slobbered on it.
As I worked I cupped and fondled the heavy ball sack, one hand
always on his shaft to protect my tonsils. He took my hands and
placed them on his hips.
"Deep throat, Jill. The girl in this story likes to do deep
throat, doesn't she?" In the story he was reading on the bunk
above the theme was similar to the situation where I found
myself. Caught with consequences. "In the story, Cindy gets
fucked till she gags. Is that what you want Jill?"
"Ooohh Haa aaahhh" I squeaked, as closely as I could to the sound
of a pre-orgasmic female
"Good girl"
He thrust into my mouth and I gagged but he held me onto it. I
was choking! It was frightening, but he did let me off as I
gasped and blubed "Please, I don't like that." Seconds later he
pulled me back on.
"I do though, you sissy cock sucker"
He fucked my throat and I reminded myself of the techniques I had
read. I tried to swallow the cockhead right down, that way my
body knew it's ok and the gag stops. I started to feel the reflex
subside and could feel the cock in my neck, mushing up all my
soft organs like a great big vagina taking a manly cock all the
way. I wanted him to come so it would all be over. I was hard
myself and ready to come any second but the fear was holding me
back a little. "I am too pissed to come," he said and pulled out
of me. "Turn over. I need something a bit tighter to get off.
He lifted the top bunk and strapped it into its day stowage
position. He saw me for the first time fully in my pretty
lingerie. "You don't look much like a girl. Have you not got any
make up? And you are a bit flat chested as well."
"I have some other bits," I wimpered. With that I went to my bag
and got out my makeup. I quickly put on some lipstaick and took
the opportunity to get a condom and lube from the same bag. I
passed him the rubber.
"That's better, what pretty lips you have. Now turn 'round. I
don't want to look at your face."
The wrapper fell to the floor and I heard the snap as he placed
it in position on his still rigid cock. I reached around between
my legs and applied some KY to my hole and rubbed it in, I wasn't
confident that he cared if I was ready or not. "Nice. Nice Jill,
get her ready for my Billy boy. Tell Billy what you want Jill."
"I want your cock, Bill" I said in my most womanly husky voice.
"You've had my cock already. Tell me where you want it this time"
"In my pussy Billy, my fucking lover, fuck me with your big manly
cock."
"Are you ready for it Jill? Its mighty big, my cock. Will it be
too big for a girly like you?"
"Probably will be, but if you are gentle I'll stretch for you."
With that he rubbed the tip up and down my slit. The lubricant
and the condom making it all feel slippery and ready, the tip
passing again and again the soft yielding part that was my
entrance. After several passes he stopped and began to push. As
always, it hurt as my soft flesh resisted the quick change in
diameter and then the ridge of the glans was past the tightest
part and he was in me. Now he made short pushes in and out
working the lubricant and flesh together to inch into me. After
some 5 or even ten minutes of complete silence on both our parts
he was fully in and I could feel his thighs on my pantied bottom
(he hadn't removed my knickers).
"Now Jill, how does that feel? Ever had such a big one?"
"Honestly, no sir. It's a delight," I lisped breathlessly."
He giggled. I heard another can open on the bunk above. He
steadied himself.
"Do you want a sip?" The can waved in front of me but I was
pressed into the hard mattress by his bulk.
"No thank you sir," I lisped again sweetly, although it was hard
to be so demure being so full of cock. I just wanted to grunt
like a whore. I felt him move in me as he tipped his head back to
drain the can. I heard the can go down. He started to move his
hips and his cock went deeper into me. I was relaxing and it was
wonderful. He must have been in me for over ten minutes now and I
was ready to enjoy him. His fucking started so slow as to be
lightly pleasurable, my hot inside was being burned by his hotter
member, fired as it was by his hot drunken blood.
The cock felt rigid but softly covered. Its tip was touching
something deep in me that was uncomfortable but gave pleasure at
each touch. Bill started to hammer me. Now I was shaking in
response, my whole body propelled like a girl's dolly as he
hammered my girlish bottom. He went into overdrive and was
obviously trying to cum, grunting and slapping my bottom,
fondling me all over. The hammering against that thing in side me
caused me to come and it hurt the fluid came so hard from my
skinny, hard little cock.
I was fucked now and waves of release came over me. I wanted to
collapse and enjoy the orgasm but Billy wouldn't like that. I had
to carry on performing for him. I needed to get him to finish. I
squirmed my bum, I backed to his thrusts. I was loosening off and
so tried to clench to grip and give more friction to milk his
very come.
"URRGGHH. Take that Jill you whore!" With a big thrust he locked
onto me and held my hips hard. I was pressed against the cold
Formica bulkhead and he spasmed. And spasmed. And held me. He
shuddered and gave a final couple of humps then fell on top of
me. Within a minute he was shrinking out of me and when he stood
up had left the full condom in me. He pulled my panties into
place and covered my exposed stocking tops with the skirt of my
night dress. His large hands smoothed down the nylon against my
stockings.
"Fucking hell! Sorry mate, I wish I hadn't done that. Are you
alright? I wasn't too rough, was I?" I went to hug him but he
pushed me off. "Sorry, I'm going off to sleep. No hard feelings
but I feel bad now."
"Its OK. I understand, really I do. No need to talk any more.
Night."
I pulled the thin blanket over me and slept in my nighty . In
the morning Bill was gone. There was the condom wrapper still on
the floor. I was still in my nighty. I checked and my laptop was
still there. I looked at the story I was reading last night.
There was Bill's mobile number. He had also typed the name of a
hotel in Falmouth.
Not such a regret after all? I felt my bottom, the condom was
still there, although its contents had leaked and made my panties
stiff. I felt such a slutty girl. I struggled to remove the
smeared lipstick in the tiny sink and packed my girly stuff back
in the bottom of my bag. The guard knocked to say we has d 10
minutes to go.
I phoned the number. "Bill? It's Jill. Thank you for last night.
You made me such a happy girl."
"Sorry mate, can't talk. Ring back later if you like"
I guessed he was with colleagues in the breakfast car. I will try
again later. My next call was to book a hotel room.
Gert
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