Train Journey

It was a long train journey from London to Inverness but Lucy preferred it to flying. Flying was stressful, train journeys were restful. At least for her. It was also much more pleasant to take the late night trains. They were slower and took longer but were generally less crowded and those that were on the train tended to fall asleep so it was quiet and peaceful with only the clack of the rails and the darkness of the English and Scottish countryside to keep Lucy relaxed. She was able to arrive in Inverness relaxed and well rested rather than harrassed and with her luggage on its way to Amsterdam.

It was a long way to go for a date and a lot of trouble and expense but that was what she was doing. Lucy had a friend called Malcolm, she'd known him for years and for years they had been what is termed 'fuck buddies'. Lucy didn't really like the term. She and Malcolm had just explored their sexuality together, tried new things and been on call for one another. It was an arrangement that had always worked well. Even now Lucy was in a relationship, she had always made time for Malcolm. Keith didn't mind, he knew Malcolm and, frankly, Lucy knew that Keith had his own 'fuck buddy'. She didn't mind that either, Kelly was a nice enough girl, if a little boring. And then Malcolm got a job in the north of Scotland. It was only temporary, nine months or so. But they had both been annoyed, particularly Malcolm since he was not in a relationship and so had nobody else to play with as Lucy did.

When they'd both been living in London, assignations could be arranged by text message and half an hour later they could be at one another's houses or hotel or a pub toilet or wherever the mood took them, once even in a quiet corner of a tube station. But with Malcolm at the other end of the country, their dates had to be arranged at least a couple of days in advance. Malcolm had been close to bursting when he called Lucy during the week and begged her to come up for the weekend. He'd found a great club they could go to. Lucy told Keith that she was going up (he'd been okay with that because Kelly's husband was out of town too), booked a train ticket and here she was, with her naughtiest toys in a bag at her feet and a few changes of clothes in a bag in the luggage rail above her. Thinking about the weekend ahead was making Lucy twitch a little, she tried to take her mind of it by reading a book but since the book was an erotic fiction she was taking up for Malcolm it only made matters worse. She stared out of the window for a while, stared around the mostly empty carriage but couldn't get her mind off the romps she was travelling across the country for.

Finally she stood up, faking a stretch, and glanced up the carriage. There were only a handful of other people in the carriage, only one of whom was awake, a chap behind her, across the aisle who was plugged into his laptop.

Feeling deliciously naughty, Lucy sat back down, nonchalantly leaned down and felt around for a remote control love-egg she'd been planning to wear to meet Malcolm. She had a blanket over her knees already and a skirt on. It was the work of a moment to discreetly slip her knickers off and into the bag. She felt between her legs to find that she was already wet and ready and the egg slid in easily. She put in her i-pod headphones and took out the remote for the love-egg. Hopefully if anyone walked past her they'd think she was listening to music and the remote was her Mp3 player. Postponing the moment she was gagging for as long as she could stand it, she switched on the egg to it's lowest setting. It began to buzz inside her and she smiled happily and squirmed down into her seat to enjoy this very public orgasm. Bit by bit she dialled the vibrations up, closing her eyes when the warm waves began to travel to her fingers and toes. Her clitoris was aching to be stroked so she slid her free hand under the blanket. Before she began to stroke herself she opened her eyes to check nobody was watching her and was shocked to discover that the man with the laptop was no longer with his laptop but was sitting beside her, watching her closely.

She gasped but he shook his head sharply and put his finger to his lips.

"Don't wake everybody in the carriage." He whispered, just beside her ear, "You might be angry with me but how will you explain the fact that you're making yourself cum on a public train?" Lucy couldn't dispute the logic of that and she really did need to cum. The man smiled,

"My name's Liam and I understand that sometimes you just have to but may I watch?" Lucy smiled back and nodded. He was not a good looking man, but not ugly. A typical computer nerd, Lucy would have said. But she liked to be watched and he was the only one willing to.

"Your name?"

"Lucy." She whispered.

"Good girl, Lucy, now cum for me." Lucy closed her eyes again, the egg was vibrating against the walls of her vagina and she was very close. She still wanted to touch herself but was embarrased with her new friend, Liam, watching her. He must have realised because she felt his hand slide under the blanket, take hers and guide it to her pussy. Feverishly, she slid her fingers down to her clit and rubbed it vigorously, while his hands still rested over hers. The orgasm crashed wildly through her but she stayed silent and tried to remain motionless. She and Malcolm had often fucked in public and had both perfected the art of cumming in silence. Infact, sometimes she found it more powerful to control herself.

She opened her eyes to see Liam licking her cum off his fingers. As she withdrew her hand from her thighs, he took it and placed it over the bulge in his trousers.

"Trouble is," He said, "Now I want a turn."

"I have a cock ring." She whispered back.

"No, no." He hissed, "I want to be in you." Lucy blushed but squeezed the bulge in his pants as a reply, "Take that out of your cunt and meet me in the toilet." And with that he stood and walked towards the toilet. Lucy watched him go then slid the egg out of her soaking pussy and returned it to its carrying case, she'd wash it later. She slipped a condom into her top pocket, adjusted her skirts and followed Liam.

She'd barely opened the door when Liam dragged her inside by the wrist, locked the door and knelt in front of her. He lifted her skirt and clamped his mouth around her pussy, sucking and licking at her. Lucy leaned back against the door and enjoyed the experience of a man who knew how to tongue fuck. His tongue flicked out at her clit every so often and then plunged into her. Very soon she was almost ready to cum again but Liam stopped.

"Not yet." He warned in a low voice, "My turn, remember?" He sat up on the toilet seat, unzipped his trousers and pants and dropped them to his ankles, "Suck my cock." He demanded. Lucy loved being told what to do, she enjoyed pretty much any kind of sex. So, obediently she got down her knees and took Liam's penis into her mouth, licking at the tip and slowly working her way down, cupping and squeezing his balls with the other hand. He was not as long as Malcolm or Keith but he was broader than both and was going to stretch out her little pussy. The thought of it made her even wetter, and her own juices were already dribbling down her legs. She sucked at his cock, swirling her tongue around it as he groaned quietly, his hands on the back of her head. It was growing even more in her mouth and Liam was beginning to buck his hips, fucking her face as he murmured how dirty she was, how much of a nympho. She completely agreed and almost came herself when he dragged her head backwards and came all over her face.

He watched her wipe the cum from her eyes and, teasingly she opened her shirt, and rubbed some of it over her tits. She never wore a bra when she went to meet Malcolm, he didn't like them. So as soon as she opened her shirt, her full breasts were on display, the nipples erect. Liam groaned again and leaned forward to cup them.

"God, you are dirty." He whispered, as he squeezed her.

"I'm travelling all the way across the country," She said, in a low voice, "to meet a friend of mine with the sole purpose of fucking his brains out."

"He's a lucky man." Liam said, engrossed in twisting her nipples, sending shots of electricity through her.

"And I'm a lucky woman." Lucy agreed, "He's got stamina and pace and he fucks like a docker, my poor pussy will ache after this weekend." She glanced down, "I see you've got a good recovery rate too." Liam's cock was already standing to attention again, "Want another turn?" She stood up, shuffled forward and lowered herself onto his lap, she reached into her pocket and took out the condom.

"You're really going to let me fuck you?" He asked, "I mean, I know I suggested it but I thought I'd be lucky to get a blow job." Lucy pushed the condom down onto his penis.

"If you don't want me to, I'll go." She said, "But I'd like this cock in me, please." Liam nodded and Lucy raised herself up slightly and with one hand guided the head of his penis into her hole. As she had thought he was wider than either of her men and the feeling as this broad shaft penetrated her was delicious. She could feel the walls of her vagina swallowing him up. She groaned, trying to remember to be quiet as she slid down all the way to his balls. She began to move up and down but knew that this massive wide prick was going to make her cum quickly. She began to bounce faster and faster, her tits bouncing in front of Liam's face as he tried to catch her nipples with his teeth. A wild orgasm flooded through her and she pushed herself as hard as she could on to him, gasping silently.

He raised her up by her hips.

"I'm not done yet, little whore." He whispered. He stood up, squeezing past her in the tiny space and bent her over the toilet, lifting her skirt up he ran his hand over her arse, squeezing so hard that his fingernails left impressions. Lucy shuddered with pleasure. He leaned over her, sliding his fingers over her wet slit.

"You're a quiet fuck." He whispered to her, "Which is good here, but I want you to tell me what you want otherwise you won't get it." Lucy whimpered as he pushed two fingers up into her cunt, "Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me." She replied, promptly.

"Good girl." He whispered back. He stood up and moved the head of his penis to her fanny, stroking it up and down, "Tell me again." He whispered.

"Fuck me." She whispered again. He pulled the stiff head of his penis over her clit which sang with pleasure.

"Tell me again."

"Please, Liam, fuck me, please, fuck me!" Lucy whispered, her arse stretching towards him.

"I like to hear a woman beg for it." Liam replied, approvingly, and in one swift movement slammed into her.

He grabbed her hips to steady himself, once again leaving fingernail marks in her skin and thrust in again. He was big and wide and had power. His thrusts were stretching Lucy's ability to keep quiet and she was whimpering with pleasure. He too was grunting as he fucked her hard. Letting go of her hips with one hand, he grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her head backwards. Lucy was going to cum again, her hips were bucking back against Liam's as he slammed into her, his balls smacking against her thighs. Liam thrust in one last time as he came and with that one final violent thrust Lucy came too. They stood together catching their breath for a moment, until both thought they could stand without falling over. Liam stood up first, pulling out of her and getting dressed properly again. Lucy followed suit and turned to face him, suddenly embarrased again. Liam grinned.

"I come back to London on Sunday night." He said, "Maybe I'll see you again?" Lucy grinned back.

"Maybe." She replied.