Last Train from London Bridge 1968

As the train moved away from the platform, we started to kiss.

Those teenage kisses, full of lust and anticipation.

I pulled her blouse from her waistband.

My hand was under it, pushing it up, searching for her bra covered breasts.

Our breathing was urgent, our kissing passionate.

I could feel her nipples, pushing at the silky fabric of her bra.

Her blouse was over her breasts, as she leant into my kisses.

I undid her bra and pushed it up.

She gasped as my hands felt her naked breasts.

I felt her nipples hardened to my squeeze.

She lay back into the seat and I slid my hand under her skirt.

Stocking tops, warm, naked thigh, her legs widened slightly.

I could feel the damp silk at her crotch.

We broke from our kissing and she gasped as my fingers worked past the crotch of her nickers, and I slid first one, then two, into her wetness.

Her hips thrust up to meet my fingering.

The carriage door slammed, and I covered her as best I could.

The door to our compartment was opened.

“Tickets please”

She lay into my side, trying to hide herself against me.

I handed the guard the tickets.

He clipped them without looking. He was taking in the situation.

He could see her stocking tops, her naked thigh.

“You alright, love” he asked croakily.

“Uh huh” she mumbled.

The door slid shut and he carried on to the next compartment.

She giggled excitedly as I pushed her back in the seat, kissing her hungrily as I did.

My hand was between her legs again, and she spread them wider.

She was even wetter now, was she excited from being caught.

Was she excited from being seen in a state of undress, by a stranger.

“Take my nickers off” she moaned, “they’re in the way”

I needed no further instruction.

As I pulled them down, she kicked them off.

I had her skirt up round her hips, a thick bush of pubic hair covering her mound.

“Have you got a condom “ she asked groggily.

My fingering and teasing was getting her very wet.

“No” I groaned…

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, don’t stop, I’m cumming don’t stop” she cried out.

And the train gathered speed.

Her cunt was pulsating and creaming, my fingers, still in her, covered in her cum.

“You can’t fuck me if you haven’t got a condom “ she gasped.

“Lick it, get on your knees and lick my fanny, you bastard”

I was between her legs, stocking tops were down, warm thighs against my head.

She had her hands on my head, pushing my face into her cunt.

“That’s it” she moaned, “oh yes, there”

“That’s it, lick there, bite gently,ooh gently not too hard”

I slid three fingers in her as I licked and bit on her clit.

“Oh fuck that’s nice, oh yes”

The train was rocking, but she had my head gripped firmly.

I finger fucked her frantically, her juices were running down my hand and wrist.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh fucking hell I’m cumming again “ I could only just hear.

My head was pushed in hard against her mound,thighs holding me tight.

I drank in her sweet sexy juices…

“Oh fucking hell that was nice” she sighed.

I sat up next to her.

Her tits out, nipples hard.

Her skirt up round her waist, her pubic hair glistening with moisture.

She turned and kissed me,licking her juices from my lips and chin.

Her fingers were at my flies.

The zip went, then she unbuttoned my waistband.

Her hand went in, down my pants.

My cock, hard, urgent to be free.

She pushed my trousers and pants down together, my cock sprang out.

Precum oozing copiously from its eye.

She rubbed it up and down, cupped my balls.

She stopped kissing me.

Ran her thumb over my sticky knob end.

She put her thumb in her mouth and sucked it, her eyes never leaving mine.

She kissed me again, I could taste my cock on her tongue.

Her hand gripped my erection rubbing it, jerking it.

“It’s a shame you don’t have a condom,” she purred.

“I’d love this big boy in me, now” she whispered in my ear..

She was rubbing me, teasing my bollocks with her fingernails.

“Oh, oh, that’s nice, let me fuck you, I’ll pull it out before I cum” I moaned..

“No you won’t” she whispered…”I wouldn’t let you…You’ll just have to let me rub it”

“Then you can shoot all that hot spunk over my tits, you bad boy”

Her hand sped up, she was leaning forward, aiming my cock at her breasts “

“It’s nice and big, and really hard, are you going to cum on my tits” she sighed.

“Do you like me rubbing it, are going to cum, soon” she teased.

She leant in with her breasts, stop rubbing my cock, just holding it.

I was hard and throbbing nestled against her warm breasts.

A movement caught my eye.

In the passageway, I could see the guard looking in at us.

He had his cock out, he was wanking, watching me being wanked off.

“The guard is watching us” I croaked “he’s got his cock out, he’s wanking”

She sat back, her breasts on full view, she started to rub my cock, again.

“Is he watching now” she whispered.

“Yes, he’s matching what you’re doing “ I groaned.

“Dirty fucker” she laughed, then she spread her legs wide.

She sort of turned so the guard would get a better view.

Her hand was slow at my cock, then she was squeezing my balls.

“Oh fuck, that’s nice “ I cried.

She stopped using her right hand, sat further back on the bench seat.

I looked at her, she had her eyes tight shut, her left hand was on my balls.

She started rubbing my cock again, awkwardly, left handed.

Her right hand went down to her cunt, she started fingering herself.

I watched her fingers, she bought them out, sticky, then started rubbing at her clit.

“Is he still watching “ she moaned..

“Yes” I replied “he’s wanking himself quickly now.

“Has he got a big cock, is it bigger than yours” she moaned

“Yes, it’s bigger and thicker too” I managed to say.

“Tell me when he cums” she could hardly speak.

“Is he watching you or me” she laughed.

“Both” I gasped …”he’s got a really big cock”

She was wanking me left handed, which was awkward but really exciting.

“I’m gonna cum in a minute “ I moaned

“Stand up, cum on my tits, let him see you cum on my tits”

“Let him see you shoot your spunk all over my breasts” she cried out

I stood before her, she still had hold of my cock, but I was starting to cum.

Just the other side of the compartment door the guard was frantically rubbing his cock.

“I’m cumming “ I cried out, and jet after jet of hot cum shot across her tits.

She was cumming now, my cock dropped, rubbing my spunk into her breasts.

“What’s he doing “ she called out as she convulsed on her fingers.

“He’s shot his lot over the window” I managed to reply.

I pulled up my clothes and sat down.

She looked at me, we kissed, she covered herself, making herself look respectable.

She looked round, “Was you lying “ she giggled

I nodded to the compartment window….spunk running down it.

“Oh, have I been bad” she laughed.

The train stopped at our station.

As we got off, the guard tipped his hat, as the train pulled away.