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Amy’s heart was pounding in her chest as she walked through the door at the end of the train carriage. There was no sign of Mary, but ahead of her the automatic door of the train toilets was just sliding shut, so it wasn’t hard to guess where her young playmate had gone. Sure enough, as she got to the door she saw that the light-up display read “Free” in bright green letters, rather than the red “Occupied” which would have indicated the door was locked. Taking a deep breath she ran her hands over her clothes in a vain attempt to dry her clammy palms, then reached down and pressed the button marked “Open.”
With a slight hiss, the door slid open, and Amy stepped quickly inside. Mary was sat on the closed lid of the toilet, feet planted firmly infront of her, knees curled up and slightly apart, giving Amy an unobstructed view of her fingers slowly stroking her wet lips. As Amy entered her lips curled into a slight smile. “Shut the door,” she said softly.
Amy turned and pressed the “Close” button, following it with “Lock” as soon as the door had finished sliding shut. She turned back to Mary, whose blue eyes were fixed intently upon her, the smile still playing round the edge of her mouth.
“So Amy, I think you enjoyed what you saw out there?” The voice was soft, but somehow at the same time it demanded a response.
“Yes.” Amy blushed to admit it, even though her pleasure was hardly a secret from either of them.
“Show me.”
“I’m sorry?” Amy wasn’t quite sure how to take this latest statement, which was definitely a command even though still issued in a soft tone of voice.
“Show me.” The same words but this time accompanied by the shift of the gaze lower on Amy’s body and a slight tilt of the head indicating what was expected. Amy found her hands almost involuntarily moving to her trousers, unclipping the buckle, sliding them down her legs. She blushed further, conscious that the wetness of her underwear would be very visible to the girl sat not one metre away with her head not far above waist level. She glanced at Mary’s face, and saw an expression of approval.
“Keep going.” Another command, and again Amy found herself obeying. Sliding her hands into the waistband of her knickers, pulling them slowly down her thighs. She was conscious of the unkempt nature of her bush in contrast to the smooth shaved pussy of her companion. Conscious too of the wetness of her pubic hair, clinging to her in a tangled mess of post-orgasmic juices.
“Good,” was Mary’s response. “Tell me Amy, what were you doing out there while you were watching me masturbate?”
Amy hesitated. She knew Mary was completely aware of what she had been doing. She also knew the younger girl was teasing her, suspected she was deriving some pleasure from making Amy uncomfortable, as well as from knowing the effect she was having on her.
“I… was touching myself,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I was touching myself.”
“Louder!” For the first time Mary’s voice had a harder edge to it.
She replied, slightly louder this time, “I said, I was touching myself.”
The softer tone returned, “Show me.”
Amy hesitated slightly, but again there was no real question that she would do anything other than obey. Her hand moved into her bush, finger parting her lips, slick with juices. Slowly she began to stroke up one side of her labia and down the other, all the way up until she almost bumped against her clit, and then back down until her finger rested at the entrance to her dripping cunt.
Looking at Mary she could see that the girls gaze was fixed intently on what Amy was doing just in front of her face. Mary’s own fingers were mirroring Amy’s, down between her legs stroking her bare lips, which Amy could see were just as wet as her own. Mary’s face was flushed with excitement, and she was biting her lip in a slightly distracted way as she focussed on what she was watching and obviously enjoying.
Amy moved her finger slowly up to her clit and began to circle slowly around it. With her other hand she reached down either side of it, pulling the hood upwards and backwards so the hard red nub could poke out more clearly. If she was going to give Mary a show then she may as well make it a good one. She focussed her attention on her clit, slow and purposeful strokes, allowing Mary to watch everything she was doing. She took a step closer, pushing her hips forward to thrust herself marmaris escort even more into view, her bush so close to Mary now that she could almost feel the young girl’s gasping breaths.
She began to move a little faster, and noticed with satisfaction that Mary’s hand too picked up the pace, continuing to match her moves as she played. “You like watching me?” she asked. “You like seeing me rubbing my wet pussy for you?”
Mary nodded in response. “Yes, but not as much as you love showing me, you sexy slut.”
Amy balked slightly at the crude term, but she couldn’t really deny it. Here she was in a train toilet, frantically masturbating herself for a girl half her age. If that wasn’t slutty, then what was?
“You loved showing me too, didn’t you.” It wasn’t really a question. “Making yourself cum in your seat with me watching, showing yourself for me.”
“Yes, just like you’re going to make yourself cum for me now.”
“I don’t think so,” said Amy, then continued in response to the look of confusion that came over Mary’s face, “I think you’re going to make me cum.” She took another step forward, bringing her right up to where Mary was sat. Mary’s face was about level with Amy’s stomach. Gently she put her hands on the girl’s head and pushed her lower, at the same time pushing her hips forward, pressing her wet pubes against Mary’s face. There was a second or two pause, and then she felt Mary’s tongue parting her hair and finding its way to her clit.
Amy was so turned on right now that she was sure even the most inexpert tongue could have brought her to orgasm. But Mary was certainly not inexpert. Her tongue applied a good amount of pressure to just the right spots, and as Amy moaned and moved in response to her licking Mary adjusted to what felt good. In really no time at all Amy felt the tightness within her that signified that an orgasm was on its way. “Yes, just like that,” she gasped in encouragement to the girl who was producing it.
Mary continued to lick just as she was, pushing her tongue across Amy’s clit, teasing it under the hood, finding the most sensitive spots. At the same time Amy felt a hand moving up her thighs, fingers stroking through her lips, then pressing slowly into the wetness of her cunt. They moved in and out, Mary fucking her with her fingers while she continued to lick at the hard button of her clit. The two together felt amazing, and Amy’s orgasm began to grow with some speed.
“Oh fuck yes, keep doing that you’re going to make me cum.” The response was a quickening in the fingers, the tongue pressing a little harder, causing Amy to let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. The tightness within her was strengthening, drawing her down towards her most sensitive spots, all other sensations fading as the feelings of pleasure from what was being done to her began to take over. She was feeling a little unsteady, wobbling slightly on her legs, the hand pressed up against her pussy and the other hand tightly against her arse holding her in place or otherwise she may have fallen. Her breathing coming hard and fast, as still that pressure built, the tongue on her clit pushing her on towards the inevitable climax.
And then it burst, the tension flowing out from her pussy to every point of her body. She was vaguely aware of a moaning cry that could only have come from her own lips, as he legs gave way and she fell forward onto Mary, driving her pussy even harder against the girl’s face, the pressure on her clit so intense. She could feel the juices squirting out of her, soaking Mary’s hand and face, the lights dancing round her like fireworks, the shuddering of her muscles as her whole body tensed and relaxed, in quite the most intense orgasm she had experienced for some time.
“Fuck that was good,” she gasped, as she came down again from the heights. Looking down she could see the twinkle of delight in Mary’s eyes, looking up at her from underneath her pubes, the girl’s tongue still moving slowly and gently on her clit bringing her through the last of her orgasm. Slowly, shakily, Amy forced her legs to take her weight again, lifting her off Mary, and allowing the girl to breathe again.
Mary sat herself up on the toilet, panting for breath. Her face was glowing, from the excitement of what they had just done, and also a liberal coating of Amy’s cum. This had gone everywhere, soaking Mary’s face and hair, and dribbling downwards leaving large wet channels over her top. She reached marmaris escort bayan for the toilet roll and grabbed a few sheets, making as if to begin to wipe herself up, but Amy stopped her.
“Not yet,” she said softly but firmly, bending herself down to Mary’s level, leaning in and kissing her passionately. Her arms wrapped round the girl, pulling her into the kiss, tasting herself all over those sweet lips. She broke off the kiss long enough to say, “Now it’s your turn,” before returning her lips to her lover, her tongue darting between them and curling round Mary’s. She sensed the sharp intake of breath, and Mary returning the kiss. Her eyes were open, and full of barely controlled lust, as she gave herself compeletely to their making out.
Amy let her hands trail up the inside of Mary’s thighs, up under her skirt. She was still some way from her goal when she began to feel the sticky dampness of pussy juices which were already trickling down Mary’s legs. As she moved still higher it got wetter still. She trailed up to the smooth shaved lips of her pussy, feeling with her fingers how fat and aroused they were, and slippery with juices. As she allowed one finger to move in between them, gently stroking up the inside of the lips, Mary gasped and moaned into her mouth, kissing with even greater intensity.
Amy slowly trailed one finger down to the bottom of Mary’s slit, circling it gently round the hot tight opening to her pussy, then back up again, all the way up, getting wetter and wetter, until it rested against the hard button of her clit. It was if she had pressed a magic red button. Mary went rigid, her back arching, her thighs clamping tight shut around Amy’s hand. Intense orgasmic waves rippled through her body, her mouth wrenching itself from Amy’s and gasping in a deep rasping breath. She held that position for what seemed like forever, her body shivering and shaking with the convulsions of orgasm, then collapsed limply onto Amy, head resting on her shoulder, lungs panting.
Amy held her tight, hand stroking her hair, basking in the intense release they had both just received. “That certainly wasn’t what I expected when I boarded this train,” she said with a smile.
Mary giggled and lifted her head from Amy’s shoulder. “Me neither. But I’m very glad it turned out this way.” She leant in and pressed her lips to Amy’s, a less intense kiss this time, soft and gentle caressing of each other’s mouth.
Amy held the kiss for a while then broke away. “Me too. But we probably best get ourselves cleaned up. Who knows how many people are waiting for this bathroom!”
Cleaning up was easier said than done. Mary’s clothes were drenched in Amy’s juices from when she had cum in her mouth. They tried drying them with toilet roll but there were only a few sheets left, and it quickly became clear that wasn’t going to be effective.
“We need to find something for you to change into.”
Mary thought. “I have spare clothes in my case. You could go and get them for me.”
“Of course, which case is it?”
“The big pink one in the luggage rack on the left as you go into the carriage.”
“Ok, not problem.” Amy looked at herself in the mirror and straightened her top. Her hair was a tousled mess but there wasn’t much she could do about that now. She pressed the unlock and open buttons, and slipped through the toilet door. Damn, there was someone waiting. “Sorry,” she muttered, reaching behind her to press the close button for the door before it opened too far. “She’s been sick, I’ve just got to get her more clothes.” The man didn’t look too pleased, but she breathed a sigh of relief when he moved off down the carriage.
She found Mary’s case quickly, it really was a very bright pink, and dragged it from the rack. Lying it on the floor she pulled it open. It was neatly packed, and she was pleased to see that there were clothes folded on the top. She grabbed a pair of jeans and a top and zipped the case back up again, stuffing it back into the rack. Returning to the toilet she handed the clothes to Mary.
“Thank you,” said Mary. She pulled her sodden top over her head, and stuffed it into the bin, pulling the new top down over her head. Next she unclipped the button at the waist of her skirt and let it fall to the floor, stepped into the jeans, and shuffled them up over her thighs and her bare ass. “That’s better.” She picked up the skirt and turned to face Amy. “Ok, lets go.”
Amy escort marmaris opened the door again and they slipped from the toilet and returned to their seats. Mary giggled as she saw that the young man seated opposite Mary was still fast asleep where they had left him. She hoped he was having pleasant dreams, but knew they wouldn’t come close to the reality of what had just taken place between the two women sat near him.
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Bonus story: This idea came to me as I was finishing the story above. It’s too short for a submission in its own right, so I thought I would tag it on here.
The train swayed beneath Naomi’s feet as she made her way down the carriage, holding on to the backs of the seats on either side of the aisle to steady herself. She hated walking on moving trains, preferring to find her seat and stay there until properly stopped at her destination. But for the last hour she had been trying to ignore the increasingly full feeling in her bladder, and she had to go now before she would burst. She reached the end of the carriage and saw with relief that the toilet was unoccupied. Opening the door she moved inside, pressing the button to lock the door behind her.
Like most train toilets this was far from clean. Accumulated grime from years of use on every surface, and a suspicious looking puddle on the floor by the toilet itself. She tried not to think too hard about what that might be as she hiked her long summer dress up to her waist, tugged her knickers down to her knees, and squatted over the bowl.
As she released a long stream of piss spurted out into the toilet below. The sense of relief was joyous, feeling the pressure subsiding from within her. As the stream began to tail off she became aware of another source of pressure too, and as she pushed the final drops of liquid from her bladder she felt her other sphincter open and a few small pieces squeeze from her arse.
Now much more comfortable, Naomi reached to the toilet roll dispenser and froze. Empty! Shit! Now what was she going to do. If it had just been her pussy she would have contented herself with shaking dry, but no way was she going to leave her arse unwiped. Her eyes scanned round the toilet, looking for anything she might be able to use. No spare toilet rolls, no paper towels these days as the modern trains had electric driers. Her eyes settled on the bin. Perhaps someone may have disposed of a tissue that wasn’t too manky. She hardly dared to think.
Gingerly she reached out and pushed the swing lid on the top of the bin open, and peered inside. She wasn’t sure what she expected to see, but it probably wasn’t what was there. It appeared someone had stuffed some sort of item of clothing in there. She carefully reached her hand in and pulled the garment out. A girl’s vest top, looking clean, but soaking wet. She was unsure what would have led to someone wishing to bin their top in this way, but relieved that this may be the answer to her problems.
She lifted it to her nose, sniffing gently just to check that the liquid was just water and nothing potentially dangerous. But it wasn’t water, as she pressed it to her nose she was overwhelmed by the strong smell of female cum. Damn, that must have been some orgasm to produce that much liquid. No wonder the top had ended up being binned, the whole train would have smelt it if the owner had worn than back to their seat.
Naomi’s mind was racing, wondering about the back story. Had this girl orgasmed alone, or with her boyfriend? Whoever it was sure knew how to make her squirt. Presumably they’d done it right her, in this toilet where she was now sitting, and judging by the fresh dampness and the fact the top was still at the top of the bin it hadn’t been that long ago. Before she knew it she was sat back on the toilet, the top still pressed against her nose, her hand between her legs stroking her clit. She inhaled deeply of the scent of the unknown woman, her mind full of fantasies and imaginations of her cumming hard in that very place, and in no time at all Naomi too was cumming against her hand, stifling her orgasmic cries with the sweet smelling garment.
She smiled to herself as her orgasm subsided. Amazing what unexpected things could happen on a train journey. Lifting her skirt she very carefully wiped her pussy with the top, her own cum mixing with that already soaked in, then reached round and stroked it between her arse cheeks to make sure all was clean back there. Returning it to the bin she straightened herself up and exited the toilet. She couldn’t help but wonder if the next person in might find evidence of her play, and if perhaps a chain of orgasms might unfold on this train today.
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