Chapter 1
The train carriage now holds only two occupants. A woman perhaps in her middle thirties and a girl of maybe 11 or 12. The woman is short and compactly built with a helmet of jet black hair. She is wearing a navy blue two piece, the jacket hangs over the back of the seat in front of hers, and a crisp white blouse. Her tights are sheer and black and her shoes are low heeled and worn more for comfort than style.
The girl firstly is a lovely young thing. Her complexion is milk pale and her medium length hair is a swirl of silky silvery blond tresses. She is also a symphony in pink! Her sports shoes are dazzlingly white and tied with pink laces. Her stockings, folded up over her knees, are pink and white hooped. Her very brief flared skirt is also candy pink and her tight top is pink and white striped. Over the top she wears a sleeveless hooded top in pink and black.
The train jolts over a set of points and the jacket slides over to land almost on the girl’s lap. A brief wickedly sexy smile flickers across her lovely features as chance offers her a way forward with what she’s been considering for a while now. Since this carriage almost emptied out of its few passengers two stations back anyway. Folding the coat neatly over her arm she rises and moves around to face the woman.
“Your coat slipped over Ma’am. Here it is!”
The woman finds herself gazing at the prettiest, no the loveliest, young girl she’s ever seen. She has slightly pointed ears and the rest of her features are elfin also. Her legs and thighs are slender and shapely while her tight top reveals very small but clearly well shaped breasts.
“Oh thank you dear. Give it here and I’ll get it out of your way. Sorry it disturbed you.”
The girl’s smile is enchanting but with a hint of something else too. Could that thing be a faint wisp of seductiveness? The woman’s cheeks feel oddly flushed from just looking at the girl.
“I’m Jenny Sorrel. Where are you heading to? This line only has another two stations before turn around.”
The girl, now named as Jenny, settles on the seat across the aisle from the woman.
“Oh I’m Erica Ellison and I’m getting off at the last stop.”
Jenny nods sagely.
“So you’re going to “Pelham Green” then. That’s the stop after mine. I’m getting off at “Higham Green”. We’re close neighbours then. Have you lived long in Pelham?”
Jenny seems so adult and confident Erica finds herself warming to the girl’s easy conversation.
“Actually I only moved there last week. A relative died and I’ve inherited a nice place; a converted farmhouse. The commuting is a bit tough but I’ve sold my flat in the city for a fine sum and it’s so quiet and stress free out here. Were you born here Jenny?”
“Not quite! I’ve lived with my aunt Lola pretty much since I was a baby. Auntie Lola owns a huge place called “The Manor” and it’s so big both me and my sister Anastasia have our own suites not just bedrooms.”
A thought pops into Erica’s mind at the name Lola in conjunction with this area of the country.
“Lola? Your aunt’s name is Lola? Not Lola Richmond by any chance?”
“Of course it is. Do you know her?”
Erica shakes her head while smiling.
“Oh no I don’t know her but I work for “Crowder and Dempsey” and we do a lot of your aunt’s accountancy work. She’s the firm’s biggest single customer.”
Jenny’s laugh tinkles like crystal.
“See we’re neighbours now and you work for my aunt. We’re going to get to know each other really well Erica.”
Jenny drops a slender fingered hand onto Erica’s nylon shod knee and squeezes it firmly. To her intense surprise the woman feels a warm tingle where flesh rests on the taut fabric and when she speaks she almost stammers.
“Well I don’t actually work FOR your aunt. I work for my firm who work for your aunt but we are close neighbours I suppose.”
Jenny’s hand doesn’t move from her knee and Erica suddenly realises she doesn’t want it to. Erica as a girl was never attracted to other girls and as a woman has never had any experiences with a woman. The idea of sexual magnetism from a child has never entered her head. Until now that is! Barely understanding what’s happening Erica though realises that this Jenny Sorrell is like no child she’s ever met.
Jenny hops across to sit next to Erica and her brief skirt rides up to expose a stretch of silky thigh; which is now pressed against Erica’s thigh. Jenny puts an arm around the woman’s narrow waist to pull her close in a hug.
“You’ll have to come visit “The Manor” Erica. If you’ll give me your phone number I’ll get Auntie Lola to call you with an invitation.”
Erica is inhaling Jenny’s rose scented body spray and conquers her desire to stammer; but can’t bring herself to pull away from the girl’s slender and warm body.
“Jenny dear we’ve just met and we hardly know each other so you can’t just ask your aunt to have me as a guest.”
Jenny turns her opal blue eyes to lock them on Erica’s hazel ones. Erica feels like she’s drowning in those eyes!
“Lola gives me a LOT of freeway Erica. I may be just 12 but she treats me like an adult. You’d be surprised at the things Lola let’s me do and even encourages me to do. Sometimes I do wild impulsive things! Don’t you ever do that?”
Erica’s cheeks feel like they’re burning as if she’s had too much sun on her face. Her mouth feels dry and she has to swallow hard before speaking.
“Jenny I’m an accountant by profession so as a species we don’t tend to act impulsively. What sort of wild things are you thinking of dear?”
The look on Jenny’s face is unreadable by Erica; but the girl’s finely honed sexual sense tells her that this woman is on the cusp of being ready for what Jenny is certain is her first experience with her own sex. Without any haste Jenny takes the woman’s head in her hands and kisses her expertly flush on her lips!
“Is that wild enough for you Erica?”
For perhaps longer than need be Erica accepts the soft skilful kiss before she suddenly pulls back from the girl.
“What on earth are you doing Jenny? You mustn’t do things like that.”
A slight smile on her pale pink lips Jenny puts her head on one side as she holds her gaze on Erica.
“Why not? Didn’t you like it? I really did.”
“It’s wrong Jenny. We can’t do things like that!”
Erica doesn’t realise she’s used “we” and not you but Jenny’s almost supernatural instincts have spotted it.
“Why is it wrong? Some people think everything’s wrong somewhere so why do you think kissing you is wrong?”
“But it’s illegal because you’re only a child!”
Jenny’s smile is triumphal.
“Oh so you’re only worried in case you get caught? You like it but you’re scared of being seen kissing with me?”
“No I don’t mean that at all... oh you’re confusing me Jenny.”
“Let’s try again to see if this un-confuses you.”
Her arms wrap around Erica’s neck to pull her close and this time Erica’s resistance is wavering. Jenny’s lips find Erica’s and this time the kiss is deeper and longer. Jenny’s tongue expertly slides into the woman’s mouth to tease and tempt Erica to respond. Barely understanding what is driving her Erica finds herself slipping her tongue into Jenny’s mouth and returning the kiss with a passion that is frightening.
Jenny’s slender arms feel like steel bands around her though in truth Erica has lost any will to pull free. Turning slightly Jenny presses herself forward so her small firm breasts grind against Erica’s and the woman’s nipples feel swollen and tender. Her head swimming from the girl’s expert kisses Erica suddenly feels nimble fingers working free, one by one, the small pearl buttons of her blouse.
When she wrenches her lips from Jenny’s Erica finds her throat feels thick and she has to fight out the words.
“What are you doing? If somebody walks in on us!”
Jenny’s face holds a mixture of utter confidence and scorn equally mingled.
“There’s not a soul in the carriage in front of us and we are the last of three carriages. There’s around fifteen minutes before the next stop and that’s long enough for us.”
Even as she speaks the last button pops free and Jenny tugs the blouse loose from the waistband of Erica’s skirt. Beneath the blouse Erica’s plump breasts are confined by a white satin and lace trimmed bra. Jenny smiles and Erica feels chills dancing down her spine and a warm glow forming between her thighs.
“Oh good you’re wearing a front fastener.”
As easily as she dealt with the blouse Jenny’s fingers unsnap the catches and Erica’s breasts are free and bare. Cupping one breast Jenny tweaks a rubbery nipple while her lips close over the second teat sheathing it in warm saliva. Completely surrendering now Erica gasps and clasps Jenny’s silver blond head closely while lips and tongue, and sharp white teeth, play with her throbbing nipple.
Erica’s glorying in the sensation when the girl’s free hand slides up under the short flared skirt she’s wearing. Slender fingers find damp taut nylon. Jenny, now in complete command, frees her mouth from a glistening nipple.
“Oh bugger I hate tights! You really should wear stockings you know. Stockings and a suspender belt are so much sexier on a lady and much more convenient at times like this!”
Erica, her lips puffy and tender from the girl’s aggressive kisses, her head filled with fear and at the same time desire, cannot even speak a coherent sentence. With unusual strength from her slender frame Jenny half lifts the woman while easing off both her tights and panties. With her lingerie around her ankles Erica simply awaits Jenny’s next move. It is no time at all in coming!
Kneeling Jenny splays Erica’s thighs wide and stares at her bared pussy. Head slightly to one side she eyes wet pink flesh critically.
“I wish you shaved but at least you keep things neatly trimmed. I’d love to shave you nice and smooth one day Erica but for now....!”
Jenny’s words tail off as she bows her head and Erica feels warm breath on her tingling sex. A swirl of silvery hair brushes her belly as Jenny leans closer and soft lips kiss and caress a dripping wet crease. Gritting her teeth Erica fights down a hoarse yell and moans deeply as an expert tongue explores the folds of her cramping pussy. Unbidden her hands cradle Jenny’s head to urge her to continue rousing and satisfying a need she never knew she had.
Sliding down the seat the ecstatic woman spreads her thighs wider, to allow Jenny’s lips and tongue the fullest access possible, as the fires burn higher and higher inside her. Erica’s head is jerking back and forth, left and right, her body writhes like a snake, then more pleasure arrives! With cool control Jenny eases two, then a third slender finger, deep into Erica’s pussy.
As the tip of her tongue flirts over and about Erica’s hard clitoris Jenny smoothly and skilfully finger fucks the shuddering woman. Soaring to the heights Erica’s climax is massive and noisy; as her shrieks echo around the carriage to be heard by only herself and the eager Jenny. Eager indeed to prolong the blazing pleasure wracking the rounded and half naked brunette.
Finally Jenny moves her head from between Erica’s trembling thighs and moves up to kiss the woman’s lips lightly.
“Still worried about somebody walking in on us Erica? Do you still think that was wrong?”
With her heart pounding in her chest Erica cannot find words but just manages a dismissive shake of her head. Grinning Jenny stands and lifting her brief skirt skins out of a pair of inevitably pink panties.
“We’ve a good ten minutes before we reach Higham Green Junction station and I want you to learn how to eat a pussy so lay back full length.”
Nerves are now returning to Erica but for a very different reason. No longer frightened by her surrender to Jenny she now fears failing to please the slender seductress.
“Jenny I’ve never done this before. I won’t know what to do or how to please you.”
Jenny smiles with total confidence as she straddles Erica’s head with her sleek thighs.
“Oh just do what I did and do what feels right. You’ll soon know when you’re doing it right.”
Wriggling into position Jenny, thighs splayed, lowers herself down towards the woman’s mouth. Erica sees a silky pink crease, glistening wet, lowering towards her lips. Like iron drawn to a magnet she raises her head slightly to kiss soft flesh. Seemingly from far away she hears Jenny give a soft growl before pressing herself down onto Erica’s mouth.
The flavour of a young girl’s aroused pussy explodes on her lips and tongue and instinct takes over. Soon she’s licking and lapping at Jenny’s perfect pink slit as Jenny tangles her fingers into Erica’s dark tresses so as to urge the woman to increase her pace. Erica now learns that pleasuring a girl is a pleasure in itself. Desperate to please Jenny she experiments and stiffening her tongue pushes it into Jenny’s tight pussy.
The girl is lost in ecstasy and twisting her sharp pointed nipples through the thin material of her top. Teeth clamped together but lips drawn back the breath hisses through them as her climax approaches. Freeing a hand from her breast Jenny rubs at the hard button of her clit as Erica’s burrowing tongue send her into a bucking writhing orgasm.
Erica finds her face splashed with creamy juice, she’s never heard of squirting let alone expected this slim elegant girl to climax so hard, and then to spray out milky fluid from her taut pink crease. Jenny rolls off her to shudder a while and breath hard before sitting up all calm and controlled once more.
“Well you’re pretty good for a first timer Erica. You need more training and living near Higham Green you’ll get plenty of practice. Now let’s get cleaned up and dressed before we stop at my station.”
Dazed, Erica finds Jenny fussing with a handkerchief to clean her smeared face of the girl’s juices. The girl has wriggled into her discarded panties and now helps the woman draw up her briefs and tights. She plants a quick kiss on Erica’s lips as she hooks up the woman’s bra and refastens the buttons of her blouse.
“There now you needn’t worry about anyone getting on when I get off; you look fine Erica. But I really need your phone number so I can call you and invite you to “The Manor” to meet Lola and my sister Anastasia. Of course you’ll come won’t you?”
Dazed but glowing in the aftermath of Jenny’s expert love making Erica nods dumbly and fumbles in the pocket of her discarded jacket to produce a business card.
“Here Jenny this has my home, cell, and business numbers on it. Of course I’ll come if your Lola invites me.”
Jenny smiles a seraphic smile at the thought that she’s made another conquest thanks to her amazing ability to identify and excite women who will fall under her spell. Being honest she admits her sister seems to possess the same uncanny attraction for women, and, as it happens, other girls. Jenny collects her two bags from the luggage rack as the brakes squeal as the train pulls into Higham Green Junction.
“I’ll ring you over the weekend Erica just as soon as I’m settled back in at “The Manor” with Lola. It was a wonderful thing to meet you and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did? We’ll be together again soon.”
She flashes Erica a dazzling smile as the train doors slide open and Erica almost numbly waves her goodbye. Jenny hops out onto the platform and waves back as the doors close and the train pulls out for its final stop before turn around. Jenny strolls through the old fashioned wrought iron gate and out of the station to spot instantly a big saloon car and a uniformed driver waiting beside it.
“Miss Jenny Sorrell? I’ve been sent to pick you up. Lola said to look for a girl who’s a symphony in pink so I guess it has to be you. Your Aunt Lola’s regular chauffeur Kathy is with the Rolls while it’s being service and then it’s having a thorough valeting. My name’s Harold. Can I take your luggage Miss?”
“The big one if you please Harold. I’ll keep hold of the shoulder bag thank you.”
The driver opens the rear door for her and Jenny settles on the soft leather seat as the door is closed behind her. She settles back with a contented smile as she thinks of a full six weeks back here at Higham Green and catching up with so many of the locals and especially her aunt and sister. The car accelerates smoothly away.
Back at “The Manor” Lola Richmond is cruising along like a galleon under full sail. She’s a big woman both in height and physique but not fat. She’s simply solid, curvaceous, big breasted and wide hipped with firm round buttocks, a woman of generous proportions for sure. Her hair is steel grey and cut in the same ruthlessly short style favoured by say Annie Lennox and Jamie Leigh Curtis. This cut seems to flatter her somewhat masculine features; though mannish she’d never be considered when her body is viewed.
She’s trailed by Hannah Martin one of her secretary/gophers. Hannah is a tall somewhat skinny woman with a permanently harassed look to her. However she is awesomely efficient at her job.
“Right Hannah is Miss Jenny’s suite ready? Did you give chef the menu I laid out for evening meal tonight? Was that Harold chap on time to collect Miss Jenny from the station? Oh and don’t forget Miss Anastasia will need collecting also the day after tomorrow.”
“Yes, yes, and yes chief. Kathy will be back by then and I’ve entered the time and date in her diary as well as texting her. Everything is in hand chief!”
Lola, wearing only a silk robe, has marched across her bedroom suite and flung open the en suite bathroom door. She shrugs off the robe and heads naked for the huge shower cabinet. Hannah gazes awe struck at the Rubenesque body that is vanishing in clouds of scented steam behind the glass panels. Hannah turns on her heel and returns to her duties.
Under the steaming needle spray Lola soaps her big breasts and long thick nipples, which tingle delightfully, as she focuses on the return of her two gorgeous and hyper sexed nieces.
If you readers are not familiar with Higham Green you’ll find other stories about Jenny, Lola, Anastasia, and the people who live there, waiting on Leslita. They are under the name of Michelle Darling my ideas lady. Michelle says she isn’t much of a writer but she comes up with wonderful plot lines and characters as well as descriptions of those characters. She indeed created Jenny, Lola, and Anastasia amongst others.