| Return Ticket Stephanie. Starring out of the winndow of the train, I noticed that the station, as always, was packed with school kids. Thankfully I boarded at the station before King Henry's girls school and though I sighed at the noise I knew catching the 3.15 from Collinghurst to London would pick up here. But Helen would be waiting for me at Waterloo and the thought of a night of pure sexual bliss with her had me itching all day. I sat on the single seat by the door, hoping I would be out of harms way. The young girls, from 11 to 16 all squeezed on and at one time I wondered if they'd all make it but they did. I had to sit with my legs skewed to one side and was almost completely hidden from most of the carriage by the girl stood with her back to me but almost in my lap. She turned and looked at me with a smile. I felt myself blush as her bottom accidently brushed my cheek and smiled back. I realised immediately that her beauty was Mesmerising and the slightest touch we'd exchanged had made my heart skip a beat. I swallowed and looked down. I could see her bare thigh above her knee as she was stretching to hold the over head rail for balance. Skinny and tanned, God she was gorgeous. I shook my head and l looked away. I was horny and desperate to get into bed with Helen, no wonder a good looking schoolgirl had given me a sudden, if unexpected thrill. Why Helen had to move to London? I'll never know but the call last week asking to see me and the phone sex since had me in a constant state of arousal. Once the train was moving again I calmed down but could not think of anything other than the sex waiting for me in London. I starred out at the passing country side and tried to relax. I felt her bottom bump against my shoulder, another apologetic smile and another blush. Our eyes had met this time and her gaze was hypnotic and strangely sexy, alluring and tempting... But Why strange? Well she couldn't have been older than twelve and she was making a grown woman blush and feel aroused. Or was it just the thought of getting into Helen's knickers that was making my own damp? Then it occured to me? Oh my God, oh my... I was getting turned on by a young school girl. How rediculous, how very wrong. I giggled at the idea and sighed at the little secret that the only person on this train who knew about my sordid little thought was me. We pulled in at Castle Thorpe, people got on and people got off. I noticed there was more room, not much but enough for the girl to move into a more spacious area if she wanted to. But she didn't? Instead she turned around and was now facing me. My eyes were looking down at the floor but were drawn to her skinny, yet muscular legs. Her blue pleated skirt was rather short anyway and with her reaching up I could not help but ogle her slender thigh's. Involuntarilly, I squeezed my thigh's together. I knew it was wrong but I was now breathing in the air, hoping, I guess? To breath in what was up, under that sexy skirt. I tried desperately to take my mind off her but as the train jolted out of the station her thigh nudged my arm. And stayed there... I could have moved away myself but felt glued to the spot. I looked up slowly, admiring the tiny swell of her bust through her jumper and to her face. I swooned and felt my heart race. Boy was she young? Definately no older than twelve, maybe even eleven. Her soft facial skin encased with lovely blonde hair, tied back in a pony tail. With sultry green eyes and thin red lips, she looked quite scrumptious in what was now, in my mind, her sexy school uniform. But what had got into me... I'm no pervert. OK, I may be a lesbian but young girls don't attract me??? Never have done. I think I was drunk on the idea of screwing Helen. Yes, that was it, no need to panic? No, no, no... Then she twisted slightly and her leg no longer was touching my arm. I sighed in relief, athough I admit with slight disappointment too. I was looking away when I felt her hand stroke my hair. I looked at her and she smiled again. I felt weak and nervous, where I was sat was almost completely hidden by the girl and head board. I glanced away, not sure what to say or do. Did she fancy me? Christ Steph, she's only a tweeny, that's not on the cards... Is it? I was eye level with her crotch and my face was burning. I started to think about her sexually. My mind reeled, my mouth watered, my eyes wondered and my crotch began to throb. My thumb played with the fingers on my left hand, in my lap, nearest to her. I pictured up her skirt and squirmed in my seat. Her hairless slit between her adorable legs suddenly became desirable. Why? I did not know. But I was beginning to think what it would be like to touch her, to kiss her... To lick her. My heart thumped like a fist on a table. Then she moved again, nearer now. Her crotch touched my shoulder, I shivered. Was that deliberate? It was like something out of one of those Japanese porn movies I'd seen with Helen. Then again and again, it was deliberate, I'm sure? Her fingers tousled the hair around my neck, stroked the skin there and caused me to groan a little. I looked but nobody could see, nobody was interested - that is, except for me. My hand, as if possesed moved, slid off my lap and touched her lower calf. I caught my breath as skin touched skin. My hand shook as I did it again and she responded. The young preteen with hardly any boobs and without doubt any hair on her vagina pressed herself against my shoulder again. Was she encouraging me? I shivered with desire. She was rubbing herself on my shoulder and I wanted her to. Swallowing hard I turned my head and looked into her eyes, deeply, like I wanted to see into her soul. Her eyes closed and her hips moved until her crotch touched my cheek. I breathed in and am sure I could smell the delicious scent of pussy. But was it hers or mine? It could well have been mine as I knew I was dripping wet. I brushed my cheek against her thigh's and felt her pushing her hips forward. I no longer cared and turned and kissed her protruding mound through her skirt. The realisation of what I'd just done made my pussy tremble and my liquid lust ooze out like molten lava. Suddenly I came back to Earth as the train rocked and ground to a halt at East Brooke. I looked up at her, my nameless secret lover. She didn't get off, much to my relief, just made way while others did. More and more people crowded on until there was barely room to move. Still I was well hidden and now almost had her crotch at the mercy of my mouth, if I wanted, though that would be risky and over stepping the mark. The train groaned at the extra weight but still managed to pull away and creaked like an old wooden chair as it wound it's way down the track. I then noticed my hand was still on her calf. I stroked her tender muscle and checked her face. She was checking the other passangers and gave me the OK by pressing her crotch to my shoulder once more. I didn't know jow much longer I would have my preteen lover with me for. We would be in Forelong Wood soon and then London. I so wanted her name and phone number but I daren't kill off the thrill she was giving me. I ran my fingers up her calf and stroked the back of her knee. I now questioned myself on how far I could go with this without being caught or my baby losing her nerve. With her right knee I felt her pushing my shoulder. I turned with her guidance and sat with her right in front of me. The train pulled into Forelong Wood and the carriage dramatically emptied until there was less than half a dozen people left on board. They all seated themselves down and behind and around my schoolgirl girlfreind it was ckear of people. The train began to move again and I looked to my left where the carriage aisle was. I couldn't see over the head board and could only make out one set of seats from my vantage point and they were empty. As the train picked up speed I kept wondering how long it would be before she finally loses her bottle and moves away. But instead she moved closer with a leg either side of mine until she was in my face. My hands both dropped down behind her knee's and I let them stroke up her thigh's. This was boom or bust time, now or never. Her eyes were shut tight, she had one hand on the over head rail and the other cupped the back of my head. My hands slid up further and now felt the elastic of the leg holes in her knickers. I could almost see high enough on her thigh's, just a touch more and... And her pink nylon knickers came into veiw. Typical little girls under wear, with a small rabbits face just where her pubes would be if she had any. But just by looking at her through the thin material I could see she was as bald as a coot. My sences thrilled at the pretty knickers and I felt her hand press on the back of my head. My God, was this little girl really offering herself to me? Was she really letting me get closer to her girlhood? And guiding me too? Was I about to wake up? Obviously it wasn't really going to happen - Was it? I leant forward and her scent hit my nostrils. I groaned in anticipation, she smelt heavenly. My own crotch twitched and egged me on, her hand gently pressed a little firmer and my mouth opened. I was there, just an inch or so from this preteens crotch, from her baby pussy and from a slippery slope that leads to orgasmic bliss. I was on the verge myself, my weeping vulva was making a soggy puddle in my panties and I knew that as little as one touch would be enough ro set me off. Then I inched that last fraction and kissed the little rabbits face. I heard her gasp and twitch in excitement. I drooled and kissed her again. My hands fondled her bottom as I slid to my knees on the floor of the train, on the side close to the door and behind the seat out of veiw. I looked up for conformation that all was well. Her face glanced around and the pressure of her hand told me to carry on. Time wasn't on our side so I knew I had to be quick. I rested my head back on the seat and pulled her towards me. Her knees straddled my face and I got quite a shock as she slipped her hand under her skirt and dragged her knickers to one side. I had a brief glimpse of my goal and sure enough she was hairless. I wanted to ask her what made her want lesbian sex? Had she seen pornography and wanted to try it out? I could not believe she was really ready for this but I got my answer as she sat her lovely slit down on my waiting mouth. I extended my tongue and pushed it into her groove anf licked her inside. She didn't taste like a grown woman but she was wet and I loved her little girl taste and fragrance. I began to lap at her like a puppy and she rotated her hips to get the most from me. My hand cupped my own pussy through my dress and I masaaged my clit as I sucked hers into a frenzy. A moment later I arched and spent myself into my panties and at the same time my baby tween shook. I saw her holding her hand over her mouth as she went into orgasm and I drank her preteen cum as she squeezed her thighs around my neck and released a small wad into my mouth. It was all over so quicky. Too quickly, yet time allowed for no more. I couldn't believe I'd just had an eleven or twelve year old girl sat on my face and that I made her cum. By the time we pulled into London we looked like two ordinary girls on the train sitting opposite one and other. As we got off I asked her name and she smiled and leaned towards me. I leant down yo hear her. 'You do not need to know my name,' she said, 'just be on the train again tomorrow.' She kissed my cheek and was gone. I licked my lips, savouring her pussy taste and couldn't wait to tell Helen what had happened. I know she has a thing for young girls so I might even let her lick the girls cum from my face. As I walked away I went to the booking desk, 'one return for tomorrow please,' I said... THE END |