The Train Hostess.

Oh this job is so boring, the same old tired mix of businessmen, drunks, annoying teenagers, and families with screaming children. I want something exciting to happen just once. I am feeling hot and bothered today, my boyfriend could not make love to me again this morning, and I am so frustrated I feel like i could explode. I do not love him anymore, for some time now i have felt that something is missing from my life, but I do not know what.1

I re-load the refreshments trolley, time for another round.The busy period has passed now, and most of the carriages have only a few passengers. I make my way slowly down the length of the train, serving a variety of people. The single mom in carriage two asks for a coffee and also grabs three packets of crisps, to try to quieten her brood. I tell her "that's £3.60 please" and wait impatiently while she counts out the change from her pockets. She eventually hands over £3.28, and feeling sorry for her I do not quibble. In the next carriage a sweaty obese businessman grabs my behind and says "a large brandy darling" I remove his hand firmly, pour him his drink, and take advantage of a sudden lurch in the train to spill cold water in his crotch.2

I finally make it to the last carriage, and this seems More or less deserted. An elderly couple are half snoozing, and further up a woman appears to be sitting alone. I notice that she is writhing around quite a bit, and start to feel concerned. 'I hope it isn't an epileptic fit' I think to myself, as i would not have a clue how to deal with it. I tentatively creep closer to her, heart hammering in my chest. 3

Then I realise why she is thrashing around, under the table another woman kneels between her legs making love to her with tongue, teeth, fingers. I am moistening, and feel horrified, women have never done it for me. I cannot hold off any longer, my pussy is positively dripping, so I glance round and settle myself in the seat behind theirs. I lift my acrylic blue skirt, and rip off my panties, I am throbbing with desire and already my clit has hardened into a tight nub. I slowly caress my labia, gently separating the flower and rubbing the wetness up over my straining bud. I can hear the muffled moans coming from the next table, and glance through the gap in the seats once more. I almost explode there and then as I see the redheads tongue thrust in and out and the blond explodes in an almighty orgasm. I'm almost there now, and I imagine that tongue flicking into my soft sweet centre and those hands squeezing my nipples, the teeth grazing my clit. Oh it feels so good.4

I notice that they are moving, and realise they have seen me watching them and thoroughly enjoying doing so. They do not seem to mind, in fact they begin making love again, the blond cuts the pocket off the trousers of the redhead, and as i watch they bring each other to a beautiful mutual orgasm. I finally explode myself in a hot, wet deeply satisfying orgasm, and cannot prevent the moan that escapes my lips. The couple in front have adjusted their clothes, and the elderly man from the front has risen and is looking to see what is wrong.5

Quickly I wrench my skirt down, and pretend to have fallen with the motion of the train. I allow him to assist me to my feet, and thank him. 6

The blond at the next table asks me for two lagers, and I retrieve my trolley and pass them two ice cold bottles of Fosters. They invite me to sit, and I grab a beer myself and join them at their table. They introduce themselves, Jenna and Simone, I tell them my name is Heather, and we get chatting. The conversation is easy, and flows smoothly. Soon I find myself telling them about my boyfriend and his impotency. They are newlyweds, and off on honeymoon, yet they still take time to listen. 7

As the train pulls into Truro, Jenna presses her mobile number into my hand. "call us later" she tells me, we may be able to help you out.8

About three  hours later I pluck up the courage to ring, and Simone answers the phone. "Oh great, we were hoping you would ring" she says and tells me to come to their hotel and that they have a surprise for me. When I arrive, I am shown to their room, and am startled to find a beautiful raven haired woman draped across the bed, wearing nothing but stockings and very high heels. 9

She is stunning, and I feel my pussy tighten with longing. I go over to the bed and ask her if this is Simone and Jenna's room. "yes" she replies, "they had to nip out, but told me you were coming for me"  I do not even know her name, yet as she peels my clothes from me slowly, I want her more than I have ever wanted anyone in my life. She is very gentle with me at first, teasing very slightly, and subjecting me to the merest glancing touches on my arms, my shoulders, my chest avoiding my thrusting breasts, my stomach now, and the very edge of my pubic hair, the inner sides of my thighs. Everywhere but where I most want to be touched.10

"Take me please" I beg her, and then she starts nipping at my flesh with her teeth, her fingers. They move over me so quickly that I do not know where they are, and then she slides down my body and starts doing something which is driving me wild, but I cannot pinpoint the sensation. It is gentle fluttering on my clitoris, but her tongue is deep inside me, her fingers clenched around my thighs. I am lost in the electric sensations coursing through my body now, and as I come I know I will never sleep with a man again.11