The last train

Jennifer was twenty, I’d just passed my driving test, saving for a car.

She was our neighbour’s daughter.

A pretty, plump girl, a bit shy.

We’d had a kiss and a grope at a family party, where she told me she had a secret boyfriend.

I wasn’t to tell anyone about him though, as he was married, and she confided in me that they were fucking like rabbits at every opportunity.

She told me all this at the party, slyly rubbing my cock through my trousers.

“His cock isn’t as big as this though “ she whispered, grabbing me tighter.

I had to behave myself as we were in her house with family and friends around, but she had got us in a corner, where no one could hear what she was saying or see what she was doing.

“He loves me sucking it” she continued, quietly “have you had your cock sucked”

I blushed (I used to when I was younger)

“Yes, but not by a girl” I confessed..

“Oh, are you queer” she stopped teasing my erection.

It was sixty years ago, that was the terminology back then.

“No, it was years ago, me and a mate were talking about sex, his girlfriend had sucked his cock, and he asked me the same question you just did. When I said no, he said it’s great, I’ll suck you, and I let him”

“Oh, you horny fucker” she said, her hand back on my bulging trousers.

“Did you like it, did you cum in his mouth” she asked, her face flushed with excitement.

“Yes, to both, but he wanted me to return the favour and I wasn’t keen, but I did wank him off”

“I’d love to watch two guys wanking “ she said

“Was his cock as big as this” she squeezed me through my trousers

“No” I gasped..

“Jennifer “ it was her mum, “help me serve drinks “ and that was the end of that.

Two weeks later, I was doing a shift in the Lyceum Ballroom which was quite a fashionable place, back in the day.

I was clearing tables, emptying ashtrays (remember them) waiting on patrons.

There was a group of six girls sitting talking and they waved me over.

I was in white waistcoat, shirt, tie, and tight black trousers.

One of the group was Jennifer.

“Hi” she said, “I didn’t know you worked here”

“Yes, doing two jobs, saving for that car I told you about “

Drinks were ordered, I fetched them.

There was a lot of giggling when I returned with the drinks, and Jennifer was blushing.

None of them looked at my face, all of them looked at my groin.

I think Jennifer must’ve been bragging about my equipment.

Drinks were paid for, with cash (remember that) and a nice tip.

I served them several times during the night,then the place was closing.

I lost sight of them.

Walking out the staff exit, I saw Jennifer waiting on the corner.

“Hello” she said, putting her arm through mine.

“I thought we could get the last train home, together”

Victoria station was deserted.

The last train was 11.45pm.

We walked up the platform and stood waiting for our train.

Jennifer pushed me back against the waiting room wall.

She was nearly the same height as me, in her heel’s.

Holding my face, she kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

“I’ve been hoping to see you, again, since the party” she murmured.

Her hand was between us now, rubbing at my groin.

“Your bum looks great in these trousers “ she sighed

I started to get hard.

“I had to frig myself off, after the party” she moaned.

“I was so wet and horny from rubbing this” she squeezed my growing cock, “and your confession about wanking your friend off”

“Hardly a confession “ I managed to say, before her tongue was practically down my throat, again.

The train eased into the platform and stood, and we got in a carriage.

But not the first one.

Back then, there were carriages for multiple passengers, or just two benches facing one another.

We, or rather Jennifer, found an empty one.

As soon as we slammed the door, we were kissing again.

She was grabbing at my cock, struggling with the zip.

Before we had left the station, she had my cock out.

“Oh fuck, it’s beautiful “ she sighed. “It’s so much bigger than Ernie’s” she bent her head and took me in her mouth.

“Oh fuck “ I groaned “oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s nice”

“Better than yer boyfriend “ she paused and chuckled.

“We’re coming into a station “ I moaned.

She threw her coat over my cock, just as the train stopped.

Unbelievably, a couple got into our carriage.

Jennifer’s hand was under her coat, holding my cock,squeezing my cock.

Her thumb was rubbing the stickiness of my precum over my helmet.

I groaned as quietly as possible, which got a strange look from our fellow passengers.

Two stops later, thankfully, they got out.

Coat pushed away, we were kissing like our lives depended on it.

She was rubbing me up and down, full length.

I had my hand up her skirt.

She was wearing stockings and suspenders (remember those days)

Her soft thighs parted and my hand was on a wet, hairy cunt.

I paused kissing her.

Before I could say anything, she said..”I took them off in the dance hall, just thinking about you had got me horny, and I needed to have a little rub in the loo”

Two fingers slid straight in, “oh yes, that’s nice” she moaned.

Her legs were wide and she was thrusting up to my fingers.

“Oh yes, go on, that’s it rub me, finger me, oh god I’m cumming “ she cried out.

And she jerked and thrust onto my fingers.

Holding my hand, she asked me to let her calm down, but continued rubbing my prick.

The train slowed and came to a halt. It wasn’t a station, but a points stop.

Another train was moving slowly passing by, going in the opposite way.

It came to a halt.

In the carriage opposite were two men, looked like working men, on their way to a night shift.

The trains were side by side. They were looking into our carriage.

Jennifer waived, “watch this” she laughed.

Standing up, her skirt up round her waist showing her stockings, suspenders and hairy cunt..she pulled her blouse up and pulled her bra down, exposing herself to the guys in the opposite carriage.

I don’t know who was more shocked, me, or them.

“Fucking hell, Jen” I said.

Then the guys were waiving and cheering.

She stood in front of me and pulled my head into her glorious tits.

As the train started to move, I sucked on her nipples.

“That was horny” she laughed.

“I bet they’ll be wanking over that later, like you and your boyfriend, wanking each others stiff pricks, I wish I had a stiff prick to wank” she laughed, dropping to her knees.

She was licking my cock like it was a lollipop now.

“Ooh it’s all sticky and gooey “ she sighed, her mouth covered it, as much as possible.

“Oh fuck, oh Jen the trains slowing it’s another station “ I groaned.

Covering her breasts, pushing her skirt down, the coat was back over my lap, as, yes you’ve guessed it, people got into our carriage.

She still had hold of my cock though, underneath her coat.

We were two stations from home.

We weren’t left alone.

I managed to struggle out of the carriage, her coat hiding my erection.

Down the stairs, round the corner, she pushed me into a doorway.

Taking her coat and slipping it on, she proceeded to rub my aching cock.

“Oh fuck, Jen, I’m gonna cum”

“Wait…cum in these” she pulled out her knickers from her coat pocket.

Just in time she covered the end of my knob and as she wanked me, I shot copious amounts of spunk into her cotton knickers.

“She held her spunk soaked pants to her face.

She breathed in deeply, then her pink tongue slid into my spend.

“Mmm, I’m going to save this for later, I might have to rub myself off again “

We only lived 100 yards from the station..

So, we were home.

“See you again “ she said.