Strangers on a Train

by Androgyne

I was on a train last Summer when these 4 tweens got on. I got off at their station just like Beth did and tailed one of them, the most gorgeous one! Did I have wonderful sex in the sandhills? Probably not but just maybe......?

I'm out of work; the weather's fantastic, so why sit around the house? I throw a book and a travel rug into my shoulder bag, along with the other assorted junk it already holds, and take a bus to the main train station. A "Rover" ticket is cheap, any bus or train within my local transport area, to any station, for just a few pounds.

The trains for the coast line run regularly so I won't have long to wait, not after hopping onto the escalator and arriving on the platform. I'm shivering just a little; it's cool down here, waiting underground. I've kept my clothing to a minimum due to the clear sky and bright sun up above. Panties and bra, light weight slacks, and a thin, hooded, top. Oh shoes as well of course! Rubber soled canvas beach shoes.

In the station shop I bought a can of cold lemonade and a morning paper, to read on my way to Southdale at the end of the line. I'll sit in the sun, on the beach, do the crossword and read my book. Then either a pub lunch, or a trip to one of the many cafes or small restaurants, before returning to catch the sun till it's time to go home.

Three or four stops along they get on, four of them, all girls, the youngest twelve the oldest fourteen? It's hard to tell nowadays as they grow up fast and dress older than they are. One thing's for sure they're all bloody stunners.

Happily they sit in the seats just across from me, so I can sneak a peek at them without being too obvious about it. The oldest is the only one in full length trousers. She's tall and elegant in skinny leg denims and a sleeveless, white, blouse. High heeled strap sandals on her bare feet. Her black hair is long and silky. Sitting facing her is another doll!

Number two has short, curly brown hair, freckles, a snub nose, in fact a really cute face. She has on a very short denim skirt and a tee shirt with a logo reading "Lady Gaga Rules"! On her small feet she wears expensive trainers that I know are every kids dream to own. Sitting next to "skinny leg jeans" is a blond in cut off jeans and a long sleeved shirt in pink cotton.

They are all wearing designer sunglasses and chattering like a cage full of songbirds!

It's the fourth that really holds my attention though; she talks less than the other three, though animatedly when she's asked something. Around thirteen if my guess is right; and totally gorgeous! Her golden hair frames a lovely, heart shaped, face, which holds my gaze like a magnet!

She's got on a spaghetti strap top of a semi transparent fabric; and her bra shows through it. Two sets of straps across her shoulders. The narrow white ones of her top and the wider blue ones of her bra, clear against her golden tan. Her dark blue shorts are incredibly small and tight, more like briefs or a pair of panties than shorts.

Dazzlingly white knee socks stand out against that matt gold tan, and she's wearing patent leather tee strapped sandals on her elegant feet. Her sunglasses are huge and with blue tinted lenses, I'm wearing my own shades; which makes my spy work on them less obvious. Occasionally my journey is brightened as Ms Micro skirt wiggles, and I get a flash of her white panties!

Three stops further along the recorded voice comes over the speakers, "The next station is Highport, stopping at Highport!" and the four starlets get up to get off. It's just an instant impulse but what difference will it make? I can get on another train, later, and go on to Southdale. Or stop here, there's a beach here too, and plenty of food outlets.

As they gather by the doors I move up behind them, standing, by pure luck or coincidence, right behind the blond darling. As the train takes the bend, just before the platform, the driver taps the brakes. I sway forward so my big breasts slap against her shoulder blades. My sensitive nipples tingle, harden, and then swell as if they've been inflated with an air pump.

She rocks back against me, turns, smiles, and then says "sorry" to me. I return her smile with a "my fault" then she turns back to her friends. I'm sure they live around here, well dressed, and more particularly, well spoken! The properties in this area are pricey and the cars the residents drive are top of the line.

When the doors slide open they skip out with me right behind them, tailing them up a ramp, till we turn left and out into the street. They amble along until they reach a leafy avenue that rises upwards, and away from the coastline and the beach. They chat for a while as I pretend to be looking into the window of a curio shop. Then three head up the hill while my angel strolls off along the main shopping strip.

I trail after her, ogling her perfect rear in those tiny shorts. I must be going a little insane I'm thinking. I'd not hesitate to sit next to a lady in a bar or a café, if I was getting the right vibes off her, and to see if she seemed interested in me. I've had lots of women, and a few underage tweens or teens. The sex was fantastic but the risk and fear factor was high!

Still I'm trailing, like a dog on a scent, after a beautiful kid I've never seen before in my life, and who might scream and run a mile if I laid a finger on her. She hesitates, and then walks into a double fronted shop, and I follow on behind like Mary's little lamb.

Part of the store has a decent selection of paperback novels and she heads straight for one bookcase, snaps up a thick one, then over to a chest refrigerator. From which she selects an ice cream, and then finally crosses to the checkout. I pick out an ice cream filled water ice, pineapple flavour, and follow on after her. She pays, I pay, and I give her a little lead time out of the shop and into the street.

She crosses the road and sits on a bench, in the shade of a leafy elm tree, opening the book and taking a lick at her ice cream. Screwing up my nerve I wander over to sit next to her, as I do I take a glance at the cover, "Breaking Dawn", one of the teenage vampire series that began with "Twilight".

As she looks up from the book I smile at her.

"Hello again!"

Nodding at the book's cover.

"I haven't read the series but I do read lots of sci-fi and fantasy and I've heard she's a very good author. Do you read much like that?"

She's got a lovely smile to go with the lovely everything else she has.

"Oh yes I got started with the Narnia stories as a kid and went on from them, "Twilight" was brilliant and I'm looking forward to this one."

Good start, she's not hiding behind the book, so I press on.

"It's a lovely day and this is a lovely area, do you live around here? I saw your friends go up that hill, do they live around here too?"

"Yeah we went into town so Shelley could return a top she'd bought, I'll see them later tonight."

I can tell her one thing that's definitely true so I do.

"You're so lucky to live around here."

I pause then for a second.

"Oh my name's Beth by the way, Beth Malcolm."

She's got a high voltage smile when she unleashes it but better still she holds out her hand to me.

"Mine's Saffron, Saffron Witham, my friends call me "Saffy"!

I realise I'm still holding her hand; I've been holding it too long, though she shows no sign of wanting to pull it free. But I'm drying up and running out of ideas and words. I'm staring at her face like a real dummy. It just pops out without thinking.

"You're such a lovely girl Saffron, or can I call you Saffy like your friends?"

She says nothing for such a long time, still hand in hand with me, and then she smiles a secretive smile that has me shivering inside. Holding fast to my hand she leans back on the bench, watching my face as if she's weighing something up.

"You want me don't you Beth?"

It comes out so softly I wonder if I've imagining it at first, but I realise we're at a moment of truth. So without even looking around, to see if there's anyone near, I tell her the absolute truth.

"Your beautiful Saffron, and yes, yes I want you so much."

Again there's another long silence while we sit holding hands then she rises, tugging me to my feet.

"Then I know where we're going to go Beth, come with me!"

We're walking along the esplanade, hand in hand; maybe the passerby's think we're mother and daughter. My ice, barely tasted, is dumped into a waste bin.

"Where are we going Saffron?"

"Somewhere safe and quiet, you'll see!"

"Saffron do you do this often? I mean go with women you've never met before?"

I can't fathom the look she gives me, or the reply."

"Only ladies who say the right words Beth."

I can't think of any reply to that, as she leads me down a walkway and onto the sand hills, and then along a narrow trail and into thickening undergrowth. Moving deeper into shadow we emerge into a clearing, no larger than a small room, floored with sand and edged with sea grass.

Saffron is about to settle on the sand when I belatedly recall the travel rug in my bag.

"I've a blanket Saffy!"

It sounds strange when I say it, shortening her name, when I've only known her for minutes. But stranger still is we're now in a secluded spot and we're going to make love soon.

"Oh good!"

Standing aside she lets me shake it out and lay it over the fine, white, sand. Then she settles with the supple ease of a healthy young girl. I stand, watching her, as she crosses her arms to tug her top up and over her head and then off. The bra beneath it is deep blue, patterned with small dice, black and white spotted. Nonchalantly she slips down its shoulder straps, and then reaches behind to unhook it.

Her breasts are not large, but perfectly shaped. With pale pink aureoles, and small, pink, nipples, contrasting with her smooth tan. I'm still standing, gazing down at her, deep in thought, when she looks up at me and frowns slightly.

"What's the matter Beth?"

"Why are you doing this? I mean why with me?"

The frown clears and she smiles easily.

"It's what you said Beth. I knew you wanted me, I can usually tell, but you didn't call me a "nice girl" or say I was "pretty". You said I was "lovely"; you called me "beautiful. I'm not being vain, you treated me as if I was an adult and we'll treat each other like adults. Now are you going to stand there or take your clothes off?"

Tugging down the zip of my top I shrug out of it, tossing it aside. In the meantime Saffron has wriggled out of her skin tight shorts, kicked of her shoes, to settle back, magnificently naked, on my rug. I mimic her by slipping down the shoulder straps and unhooking my bra. If I have a best feature then my breasts are just that! Really big and firm, large and hypersensitive nipples rising from wide aureoles, cupping my palms around them I knead them. It feels good to have them free of the harness.

She's looking up at me while the fingers of one hand drift over her flat belly, almost unconsciously.

"You have fantastic breasts Beth; now let me see all of you!"

I can see all of her and her smooth vulva and perfect labia are drawing my eyes like iron fillings to a magnet. Her tight lips are already dewed with a moist sheen; my mouth is aching to taste her. Hooking my fingers into the elasticised waistband of my panties and my slacks, I slide them over my thighs, to puddle around my ankles. This time her gaze focuses on my plump pudenda.

Recently shaved it shows as smooth as a peach; my labia are reddened, puffy, and damp with excitement and desire.

"I was right Beth you really want me badly don't you?"

I can't quibble or try to make light of it so again I give her my feelings, without consideration or hesitation.

"Very much Saffy! And do you want me as badly?"

"Oh yes Beth! Come here and we can show each other what we want."

Settling alongside her I slip an arm around her, her skin is like golden silk, so soft and smooth to my fingertips. Her face is turned up to mine, and this close, I can see her pale pink lip gloss and the faint hint of eye shadow she's applied. My lips settle lightly on hers in a sweet and delicate kiss; as her mouth opens like a rosebud to mine.

Our tongues meet, slither over and around, sharing hot saliva, then I tease hers into mine to suck on it as our fevers rise higher. Turning slightly brings one of my big nipples against hers, sending electric thrills into my breast, so I rub harder against her. Then I cup her other breast, kneading it lightly, feeling her small nipple go harder and further erect.

Taking the rubbery, pink, tube, between my thumb and forefinger, I tweak and tease it till, our mouths still locked together, she makes muffled moans into my mouth. Then I stiffen, her hand has moved between my thighs, her fingers probing the folds of my labia, caressing the slick flesh.

Aroused as I now am I push her, to lay flat on our blanket, feeling the warmth of the sand beneath it mingle with the warmth of her body. Kissing her breasts I let my fingers stroke her flat belly and the soft skin of her inner thighs.

Slowly I move down her body; until I'm poised above the taut perfection of her pussy. Above her labia is a single tuft of silky blond hair, her crease is dewed with a sheen of her juices, and I inhale the delicious scent of her excited sex. As light as a butterfly landing I kiss her soft flesh; but she shudders as if a powerful electric shock has hit her.

I can see, amidst her creamy juices, her erect clitoris. Long and thick, as large as mine, I'm tempted to launch my tongue straight at it. But no, a slower and more sensual build up is needed, so my lips go for her puffy labia. Sucking hard on them I feel her wriggling under me. Looking up I can see her lovely face, her tongue flickers over her lips, her eyes are slightly slitted.

I love watching the face of a partner when I'm taking them to the heights of passion!

Her expression is what? Seraphic? Demonic? Or sheer sexual bliss? Our eyes lock together as I slide my tongue deep into her sopping pink depths, reaching up with one hand I clamp onto one of her breasts as she breathes harder and faster. Tremors travel along her smooth muscled thighs and her belly ripples, as her orgasm approaches, then arrives like a tidal wave.

Still working my mouth on her soaked pussy I can watch her face contort in ecstasy, as a series of deep groans are torn from her lips, before she lies beneath me gulping for air, as sweat streaks her face. My cheek pressed against her belly I kiss her trembling body.

"Saffy there's so much, so many things I, we, can do together. I don't want to do anything that you don't like but I want to satisfy you again. Are you willing to let me try?"

She's combing her fingers through my hair, smiling at me, she's not sated from my love making, not by a mile.

"You might be surprised by the things I've experienced Beth, and the things I'd love doing to you, so go right ahead and show me!"

I feel a dark surge of excitement roiling deep inside me at her readiness to test my skill at rousing her again, so soon after her first climax.

"Get on your knees honey and we'll see if this is new!"

With her round little rump up in the air I get a perfect view of her pussy, still wet from her powerful orgasm, and I'm so aroused I can feel that my thighs are moist from the juices leaking from me. Clasping her buttocks I part them to look down on the brown pucker of her anus.

Pursing my lips I drool hot saliva onto and into it, making her wriggle, then my tongue tip is probing it for a while. Next I place a fingertip onto the wet flesh, pressing firmly, till it slides inside, and Saffy bucks back hard against it.

"Oh yes! OH YES,YESSSS!"

Then my mouth's sucking on her pussy lips as I finger her hard. Her hands are knotted on the blanket, her head's nodding like one of those toy dogs you see in the back window of a car, and she's making "uhn, uhn" noises in the back of her throat. She's clamped her pucker tight on my finger as I corkscrew it around inside her till she just explodes!

If her first cum was strong then this one is mind blowing. I hope we are in the safe place she said it was, as she's making amazing noises when she hits a massive "O"! I've done it with tweens and teens before but her responses are more profound than any of them I ever knew.

She's soaked my hand so I enjoy a second taste of her cream, licking my fingers like a cat! Finally she comes out of her almost a fit! At last she stirs to prop herself up on her elbow. That smile's back as she takes in my flushed face, erect nipples, and the droplets oozing from my parted labia, the raw desire in my eyes.

With the grace of a cat she rolls onto her knees besides me, clasping my thighs in her hands she parts them to expose my need to her gaze.

"You need this so badly Beth, now for you. Just think of your pleasure and let go!"

As she kneels between my thighs she lowers her lips till I can feel her warm breath on my hungry flesh. When they touch me my body convulses, her hands clasp my hips, and then her tongue probes my sex expertly. Clamping her lips on one bloated pussy lip she pulls back, releasing it so it snaps back, sending wonderful tremors through my cramping vagina.

Slowly she sends her tongue burrowing deeper inside me, probing the pleats and folds of my oozing sex while her lips suck hard on my slick flesh. At first I cradle her head in my hands until my excitement rises to boiling point, though she takes me there torturously slowly. Looking down, I meet her eyes gazing back at me, with the certain knowledge that she's now in control of things.

I can't recall being this aroused and as out of control, not for years, my body writhes and shudders as the tip of her tongue finds then flogs my clitoris. It's too late to try to warn her, I'm beyond speech; my body is doing its own thing now! I'm kneading my swollen breasts and twisting my nipples hard enough to hurt, but it's a wonderful kind of hurt.

My orgasm explodes through me like a cyclone! I'm drumming my heels on the blanket and the soft sand beneath it, I'm groaning out loud like I'm in agony, then the eruption occurs. I'm a squirter at the best of times, and being eaten by a gorgeous and expert tween, is the cherry on top of the icing on the cake.

The first spurt sprays her face but she just works harder on my sizzling pussy. The second is stronger as her tongue drives me insane; the third is like a hose as I writhe into a seizure of sexual bliss.

I sprawl there, my heart hammering in my chest, sucking in great gulps of air as sweat trickles into the valley of my breasts, recovering from perhaps my greatest ever orgasm. Even my child seductress seems shaken by the power and violence of my astonishing climax.

At last I have the strength to speak to her.

"Dear God love I think I've died and gone to heaven. That was incredible, you're an amazing lover!"

Easing up to me she kisses my mouth, her lips are flavoured with my juices as we exchange slow and deeply passionate kisses. If I thought we were done then I was wrong! Her mouth comes down harder on mine, her tongue probes my mouth, her hard nipples grind onto mine and my body begins to respond again. Surprising myself at my blooming desire so soon after an exquisite climax.

I slide my hand up her sleek thigh to the curve of her buttock, slipping my fingers into the crease of her rear, teasing her tightly puckered canal. My lips are toying with the lobe of her ear, the tip of my tongue flickering into it as I breathe a question softly to her.

"Again Saffy?"

Her eyes are closed as her body wriggles against mine and she speaks into my tousled hair.

"Oh God yes Beth I don't want to stop doing it with you, lets do it again, lets cum again!"

I sprawl back and part my thighs, while clasping my hands onto her slender hips, guiding her into a position where we can fuck each other mindless. As her wet labia press down on my soaked pussy I slide my hands to her rounded rear, to crush the centre of our bodies together. Electricity crackles through the ultrasensitive nerve ends of my pussy lips and my clit is bulging erect from its prepuce.

Her crotch is humping hard into me as if she has a cock; her firm little breasts are rubbing against mine. When nipple meets nipple the heat and excitement mounts, as I splay my thighs even wider, so our swollen labia can slide over each other while our passion heads for outer space.

At first all that can be heard is hard breathing and wet sucking noises of wet pussy on pussy. Gradually the level rises as our grunts and moans get louder and we lose control and deeper noises turn to shrill howls of delight. Her slender body belies the power of her hips and thighs as she grinds her slick flesh against mine.

I heave my hips up to lift her clear of the blanket as our clits rub together and she convulses into a thunderous series of cums as my own orgasm explodes in a spurt of my cream that meets her own juices on our thighs.

Lubricated with sweat and pussy juice we seem to fuck ourselves into total collapse at last. Saffy lays slumped across my body, we're slicked from thighs to belly with the evidence of our wild and almost inexhaustible passion.

My arm crooked around her I drift off into a deep and dreamless sleep, knowing she sleeps against me. When I wake the sun has moved across the sky and Saffy's hands are on my body again.

"Make love to me Beth! Make love to me again!"

Our bodies move together like machines as we drive each other to the heights of passion one last time. Next time I waken long shadows are standing in our secret nest. My movement stirs Saffy and she wakes like a cat, instantly alert. One glance at her watch and she says what I dread hearing.

"I must go Beth, my parents will be home soon and they'll wonder where I am if I don't leave now."

The depths of my shoulder bag proves its worth, I remove from it a box of moist clean up wipes and a pack of toilet tissues. No substitute for a shower but coupled with my floral body spray we restore ourselves to something that won't attract curious glances from passing day trippers.

She leads me back through that narrow trail until we reach the edge of the undergrowth, turning her face to mine she hooks an arm around my neck, drawing my mouth down to hers.

"Once we're out of here we can't let people see us like this Beth."

Then she kisses me one more time, her lips cool and her tongue flickering against mine, before we walk out into the setting sun. I'm moving a little stiffly, and even she, blessed with the resilience of youth, moves like someone who is tender though a wonderful tenderness to be true.

The crowds of visitors are thinning as we reach the same shop that I followed her into hours ago, I must head to the station while she will walk up that leafy avenue to whichever expensive home is her family's. I have to ask her, I can't just walk away and leave her there.

"Will I see you again Saffy?"

She stands, staring at me, staring for so long I wonder if she will reply at all before she finally does.

"Do you love me Beth? Are you in love with me?"

She speaks so softly the few home going travellers can't possibly catch what she says. I don't need to think about my answer, I simply tell her what I know is true. As softly as she spoke to me.

"Love you Saffy? In love with you? No! You're beautiful, exciting, and an amazing lover but no I don't love you."

Watching her face then I wonder if done something that can't be undone. Again she's silent for a long time before her face breaks into a smile.

"Right answer again Beth! You give the right answer every time! Of course you don't love me and I don't love you but I want to see you again. You excite me as much as any girl or woman I've ever been with. Not tomorrow but Thursday, there'll be nobody home all day, so meet me here, early, say nine or nine thirty, and we can have the whole day together in a real bed. Meet me here outside Kelly's and we'll go to my home and my room."

As I join those heading into the station I wonder if she means it. Oh she loved the sex with an older woman but will she really be waiting for me like she said?

Thursday dawns wet and grey and I slept little the night before, none the less I have my new "Rover" ticket and I travel on a bus and then the train, almost empty on a day like this. When I quit Highport station the rain's falling so hard it's hitting the pavement and bouncing back up.

Through the curtain of rain I can see Kelly's and the extended awnings but nobody shelters under them. I hesitate, stop, and half turn to head back to the train then someone steps out of the doorway. She's wearing a nylon shower jacket and tight denim jeans. When I reach her she holds out her hand and takes mine in hers, tightly.

"Ready to come home with me Beth?"

"Of course I am Saffy, I'm on fire, and I can't wait another instant!"

"Right answer again Beth you always give me the right answer!"