Jen and I were on the train--we were heading North towards Cumbria, for a short holiday in the Lake District. I had only been half listening: there was a bloke at the table opposite us who looked, well, yummy. I thought Jen was telling some boring story about buying her hiking boots.
“So what did you do?”
“Well, he was kneeling in front of me in the shop and helping me to try on these boots. I was not dressed… appropriately. I was wearing a skirt for goodness sake! But I’d put on some socks from the shop and was ready to try on the boots. I held out my leg, and he slipped off my shoe. When I had leaned forward to put on the thick sock, I am sure he got a good look at my cleavage. I could see his eyes flitting this way and that as I sat back.”
“And?”
“Well he pulled the boot laces tight, with my foot on his thigh. I think he knew I was flirting when I put my other foot--the one without a boot on it--on his other thigh. Just my stockinged foot, sliding up and down his thigh as he tried to tie the boot laces,” she giggled.
“You slapper!” I said.
Jen shrugged, smiled and continued, “Anyway, I looked down and saw his trouser snake growing as he tried to concentrate on my boot. He asked me if the boot was too tight. I told him it wasn’t and he asked me to stand up. ‘Why don’t you put the other one on first?’ I said. So he put on the other boot and I stood up and walked around. Now hiking boots are not the sexiest footwear, but with my foot on his thigh, I had managed to hot things up and he had a definite tent in his trousers.
“I told him the boots fit fine and asked him to pick me out some black leggings I could wear with them. As he toddled off to find some, I took the boots and socks back off. He came back with a pair of sleek black leggings and I asked him where the changing rooms were. He pointed them out and followed me to the back of the shop. I went into the changing room and slipped off my skirt--so from the waist down I just had my hold up stockings and a g-string.”
I shook my head and smirked. I glanced over at the yummy bloke on the train and I would have sworn there was no music on his headphones. Surreptitiously, he was listening to Jen’s story.
“Anyway, I called to the bloke and asked him to help me. When he put his head round the curtain, he saw me with my back to him, showing off my bum in the g-string. I looked at him over my shoulder and said, “Do you think I should take off my stockings to try on the leggings? You should have heard him stutter.”
I laughed. I could just imagine Jen doing this.
“Anyway, he finally said that yes, I should take off the stockings. So I sat on the stool in the changing room and asked him to help.”
“Was the shop busy?”
“No. It was almost closing time, and he was the only person working. We were the only ones in the shop. So he told me to hold on a minute and he went and locked the door, closing a few minutes early. Then he came back and knelt in front of me. He slid my stockings down my legs and I opened my thighs a little, giving him a flash of the g-string. Then he knelt forward with his hands on my thighs. I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him down onto me. He knew what to do.
“He kissed me all around my nethers then pulled my g-string aside and kissed me under there,” Jen was whispering now. “When his tongue brushed my clit I jumped a mile I was so horny. I wrapped my legs around him and he went at me with gusto: licking and sucking at me while I wailed and moaned on the stool. I was raking my fingers at his back when he made me cum. Jesus he was good.”
The bloke on the train with the headphones was shuffling in his seat. I suspect he was enjoying Jen’s story. I looked over at him and winked. “Then what happened?” I asked.
“Well then I told him to stand up. There was this enormous bulge in his trousers. I rubbed it with the palm of my hand and then unzipped him. He must have been going commando, because his prick came out and almost slapped me in the face. I took it in my hands and rubbed him up and down. He was gasping and groaning. When he felt my tongue tracing the length of his tool I thought he was going to collapse. Talk about weak at the knees!
“Anyway, to cut a long story short I gave him a blow job. Sucked at his cock, teased his balls. For all his length he didn’t have much staying power and before long I had a mouthful of spunk. He looked down at me with a kind of faraway look--like he was in a trance. His eyes widened when he saw I had a mouthful.”
“Dirty bitch.”
“That’s me!”
I looked over at the yummy guy on the train. “Want to come join us?” I asked him with a smile.
He pulled off his headphones and said, “Sorry?”
“Want to come join us?” I asked again.
“Sure!” He said, and shuffled over to sit next to Jen, and opposite me.
“Did you hear what my friend was telling me?” I asked him.
He nodded, embarrassed and turning red.
“Cheeky,” admonished Jen, playfully.
“I thought so.”
“Jealous?” Asked Jen, and yummy bloke could only nod.
“I’ll bet you are,” she said and her hand went under the table. I suspect she was squeezing his thigh, given the way he started. “But there’s no need to be.”
“Do you want a blow job.”
“Er… well… um…”
“That’s OK,” I went on, “It was sort of a rhetorical question. Of course you do. What man doesn’t? And Jen’s a bit of a slapper, and you’re a nice looking guy. What’s your name, nice looking guy?”
“Michael,” he said, “Mike.”
“Hi, Mike--nice to meet you. I am Nicki, and this is my friend Jen.”
“Nice to meet you both too.” His smile was nervous, to say the least.
I slipped off my shoe, and put my foot against Mike’s leg. Slowly I slid my foot up his leg, the sole of my foot teasing him as I went. When I got to his knee, I felt Jen’s hand teasing him too. Jen’s hand moved further up and so did my foot. We both could feel Mike’s erection in his trousers. “Did we do that to you?” asked Jen.
He nodded.
Jen smiled at him and asked, “So where are you going, Michael?”
He cleared his throat, “The Lake District.”
She raised her eyebrows, her face lighting up, “What a coincidence--so are we!” By the way he squirmed, I presumed that Jen’s hand must be pressed against his erect cock.
The train slowed and pulled into a station. I glanced up and saw we were in Lancaster. Ours was the next stop--Oxenholme. A few people got off and, as the train pulled away, I glanced around I realised we more or less had the carriage to ourselves. Turning to Jen, I whispered, “See if you can make him cum before our station.”
Mike didn’t know where to look but he didn’t try to resist as Jen undid his belt and unsnapped his jeans.
“Can you feel her warm hand on your shaft, Michael?” I whispered.
He nodded.
“Her soft fingertips exploring your length; her fingernails grazing your balls.”
He nodded, his eyes half closed.
“She’s such a slut.”
Jen opened her mouth in mock horror at my comment, but carried on stroking Mike’s cock.
“In a minute she’s going to take you in her mouth, Michael.” I could see that Jen was starting to rhythmically pump at Mike’s cock, and his head rocked back against the seat. The tip of his cock was visible over the table top. Jen leaned down and flicked the shiny tip of Mike’s cock with the tip of her tongue. Flicking and licking, she explored his glans, her mouth opening wider until she could take his cock into her mouth. Jen’s head started disappearing down behind the table; then she bobbed up and down, sucking at Mike’s cock, for all she was worth.
Mike grabbed Jen’s head and started thrusting upward, groaning as she sucked, his eyes tight shut. He started to thrust hard and faster, Jen gagging as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. I was enthralled as I watched, the spell broken by the announcement. “Ladies and gentlemen, we will soon be arriving in Oxenholme the Lake District. Please change here for all stations to Windermere.”
Mike thrust faster and faster, then arched his back, his fingers entangled in Jen’s hair as he literally fucked her mouth. Eye’s shut, mouth gaping, he came and Jen gagged again as her mouth filled with spunk. Mike’s hands flopped down, letting go of Jen’s head. When she sat up, there was still cum dripping down her chin, but she was smiling broadly. She licked her lips and straightened her clothes as Mike did up his jeans. Moments later, we were stopped at Oxenholme, grabbing our bags and climbing down onto the platform.
...ooOoo…
It was summer, so even as we arrived at nine in the evening, it was still quite light. Although we could have taken a train on to Windermere, we decided to take a cab. There were a couple waiting at the taxi rank and, though we weren’t at the same hotel, Mike was also travelling on to Windermere, so the three of us sat across the back of the taxi, with Jen in the middle.
Mike spent the journey with his hand exploring Jen’s thigh, slowly sliding higher. She was wearing tight jeans so he really couldn’t get any access without the taxi driver noticing, but I am sure she enjoyed his attentions as the taxi made its way through Kendal and out towards Windermere.
Windermere is the largest of the lakes in the Lake District national park, and probably the most visited. We were booked into a hotel called the Windermere Hotel, and the taxi driver had no trouble finding it. Jen paid our share of the taxi fare and exchanged phone numbers with Mike before the taxi took him further off into the town to his hotel, then we checked into our twin room.
It had been a long journey from Brighton, and we were both tired and hungry. “I could do with a shower,” said Jen.
“Well,” I replied, “I think you got most of the spunk off your face.”
Jen giggled and started to strip off for her shower--just a T-shirt bra on under her tight fitting sky blue sweater. “Why don’t you order us some room service?”
“Sure,” I replied and she stripped off her underwear and went into the bathroom. I found the menu, and took only a moment to scan it.
“Room service?”
“Hi,” I said, “Can I order some food please?”
The bloke on the phone confirmed our room number and I gave him our order. A burger and chips and a salad (both of which we could share) and a bottle of wine.
“How long will it be?”
“About twenty minutes Miss. Is that OK?”
“Sure--thanks.”
I sat up on one of the beds, and started flicking through the TV channels as I heard the shower in the bathroom. Jen took a nice long shower and as she came back into the bedroom, with one towel on her head and another wrapped around her body, there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it,” Said Jen as I started to get up.
A young guy, wearing a hotel uniform came in carrying a huge tray with our food. Jen was flat against the wall, holding the door open for him. I suppose as he came past her he must have caught her towel on his hand or something because suddenly Jen let go of the door, which swang shut and bent down to grab her towel.
All the while, the room service chap was saying, “Oh I’m so sorry,” his face blushing beet red.
“No worries,” said Jen. “No worries at all.” She took her time wrapping herself back up in the towel and the poor guy didn’t know where to look. Jen was smiling broadly. She glanced over at me and winked. Had she done that on purpose? The penny dropped and I rolled my eyes at her.
She sat on the edge of the bed nearest him, as he put the tray down on the desk. “Could you open the wine for us please?” She asked.
“Of course madam.”
“Madam?” She said, then turned to me. “Do I look like a madam?”
I shrugged.
Jen stood up and walked over to the mirror before repeating her question to no one in particular.
“I didn’t mean any offense.” Said the chap.
“None taken,” Replied Jen with a smile.
He pulled a bottle opener from his pocket and started to open the wine.
“Madam,” repeated Jen as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Madam,” She repeated, lingering on that final M as if deeply satisfied.
The cork popped and he poured a little wine into a glass, which he started to hand to me. But then Jen turned back to us, and this time, deliberately removed her towel, dropping it to the floor and revealing herself completely. “Do I look like a Madam now?”
Flustered, he almost dropped the wine, but I saved it. “Oh God, please,” He whispered.
Jen took a step towards him. “Call me Madam again,” She said.
“Please, Madam.” He replied.
“Mmm… even better.” Said Jen as she took another step towards him. Standing right in front of him, nipples proud and the towel still intact on her head.
“You’re bad.” I said, and took a sip of wine.
“Me?” they both replied, in unison.
“You,” I said, nodding at Jen.
She smiled and bit her lip.
“Can I go now?” Asked the room service bloke.
“Do you really want to?” I asked him. “Really?”
He hesitated, his eyes flicking to Jen’s naked body.
“I don’t think you do--Do you?”
He shook his head.
“And she is a bad, isn’t she?”
This time he nodded.
“Do I need punishing?”
I nodded.
Jen smiled at me, twitching her nose playfiully then knelt on the bed, her arse in the air. The towel fell from her head, leaving her completely naked. The poor room service bloke didn’t know where to look.
Looking down at his chest, I saw his name tag. “Look, Adrian. My friend here has been a naughty girl. And when she’s naughty she needs punishment. She needs a good spanking.” His eyes widened. “Can you help me with that?” He took on that ‘rabbit in the headlights’ look. “Can you?” I repeated.
He straightened a little, as if steeling himself and gave the smallest of nods.
“Good.”
Jen waggled her arse again and Adrian approached her. I think his first smack caught her off guard because her whole body flinched and she gave a little yelp.
“That’s the way, Adrian,” I whispered, and he smacked her again. This time, I could see the red outline of his hand left on her bum, and Jen bit her lip. She was loving it.
The next smack hit her other cheek and she flinched again. Number four hit both cheeks and Jen groaned with pleasure. Adrian was getting into his stride; his other hand slipped under Jen and grabbed one of her swinging tits, then he smacked her again.
“Now you’re getting the hang of it,” I said.