Sluts Story

Gina looked up from her dogeared I paperback, frowning suddenly. The train had been in this position for at least ten minutes, and it had taken her as long to realise.

Peering through the window, she could see only darkness and fog. The seven-thirty train from Edinburgh to London appeared to be stalling.

‘Marvellous,’ she breathed, catching the eye of the female passenger directly across the aisle. They traded exasperated eye-rolls and Gina considered how public transport users desperately avoided contact of all kinds, until something went wrong. Her fellow passenger had previously appeared more than a little stuck-up, and above acknowledging anyone else’s existence. Strange how only mishaps like this led peo¬ple to communicate.

As the train’s engine fell dead, an announcement cut through the air, making everyone strain to catch the words.

‘Bzzzt… click… Ladies and gentlemen, we apologise for the current delay. This is due to a fault in the train…’

‘No shit!’ came the sarcastic hoot from further along the almost empty carnage.

‘Bzzzzt… We will be endeavouring to cor¬rect this fault and should be continuing with the journey in roughly ten minutes. Click.’

Gina sighed and returned to the book. She was already missing Mike, even though it was only five hours since they embraced tightly in that large, comfortable bed of theirs. A delay in the journey to Kings Cross, where her father would be waiting to pick her up, was exactly the last thing she needed.

The words sat before her on the page, failing to imprint themselves on her brain. She was thinking about Mike’s contented moans as she tongued his taut scrotum that afternoon, gripping the base of his shaft with one hand and slowly rolling the foreskin back. She had teased him for a good two or three minutes before her mouth found his sensitive, gently bobbing head, and sucked it in.

As his cock slid in and out of her mouth, she was playing with his balls, gently gripping the loose skin between them and extending one finger to stimulate his prostate gland.

It wasn’t long before his body heaved, and his right fist punched the bed repeatedly Her mouth filled with his hot come, which she mostly swallowed. She loved the taste.

Gina continued with these dreamy rec¬ollections for quite some time, imagining Mike’s two fingers sliding in and out of her swollen wetness as his mouth inched down to join them. She remembered how she had sucked his member back to life, shrouded it in latex, and eagerly guided it inside her…

‘Bzzzt!’

She jerked back to reality, looking at the other woman almost sheepishly, as if it was obvious what she had been imagining.

‘Ladies and gentleman, unfortunately this train has suffered engine failure.’

A groan rolled through the carriage.

‘Click… We apologise for the inconven¬ience of this situation, but we hope to have it repaired in approximately thirty minutes. Given the circumstances, we will be provid¬ing free non-alcoholic refreshments on this train, until stocks run out.’

‘Non-alcoholic? Bollocks!’ yelled the same laddish voice as before.

‘ The woman to Gina’s right chuckled.

Tm sure I can’t see the point of heckling a loudspeaker,’ she commented dryly, and Gina flashed a smile back.

‘Bzzzt… Once again, we apologise for any inconvenience this delay may cause. Thank you. Click…’

The carriage became a low whirr of disgruntled conversation. Gina was not a moaner by nature the only real hardship she felt was being deprived of Mike’s sexual excellence for more than five hours. But she hadn’t seen her parents in well over two months, and this weekend was long overdue.

Besides, Mum and Dad were still none too sure about this burly Scotsman with whom Gina had set up a new home, six months ago. Gina was half-expecting her mother to inspect her for tell-tale bruises.

They just couldn’t accept that Mike was a gentle giant.

Feeling the need to relieve her bladder, she headed towards the toilet at one end of the carriage. It was engaged, but she decided to wait.

Outside, the fog was getting thicker, but at least the train’s interior was comfortably warm. She glanced through the adjacent carriage, which was virtually empty, seeing a few tired faces. Looking at her watch she saw that it was five past eleven. They couldn’t be all that far from Kings Cross, but with this delay, they wouldn’t arrive until well after one in the morning.

Gina suddenly detected a low noise, the nature of which made her believe she had imagined it. It had sounded like a moan. A low, contented, female moan from behind the toilet door.

She paused, standing in near silence. Had she imagined it? Had her fantasies about Mike led her mind astray? No there it was again. A moan, and no mistake.

Another announcement started buzzing noisily through the carriages, and she could hear no more from behind the door until it finally opened.

Gina instinctively stepped back, almost feeling nervous. The soft face of a woman with long, blonde curls put her at ease, and this female seemed more shocked by Gina standing there. But it was Gina’s turn to jump when a second woman with short, dark hair followed the blonde out of the confined space.

Gina flushed as they stared at her, but for some reason she couldn’t prevent herself from smiling knowingly back at them. Their lipstick was smudged, and the blonde’s skirt hung crookedly around her slim thighs.

The women smiled warmly back, without a hint of embarrassment and moved past Gina, back to their carriage. The short-haired one let her crystal blue eyes linger on Gina’s for a brief but meaningful moment before the automatic door closed behind them.

Gina was left with a strange feeling of excitement as she returned to her seat. She had never experimented with other women, but had always been intrigued by the idea. And she had to admit that lesbian pornography turned her on a great deal. Her cheeks were still slightly red as she settled back down to her book. As she flicked the pages, she noticed that her hands were shaking. Almost imperceptibly, but shaking nonetheless.

She now found her fantasies about Mike replaced with mental pictures of what the lesbian couple had been doing in that room. She pictured the blonde’s skirt pulled up over her stomach, as her dark-haired lover rolled her tongue over her wet, welcoming snatch.

Gina was undoubtedly becoming aroused. She almost wished she had pushed the pair of them back inside and forced her way in to join them. The thought of their tongues sliding over her body was delicious, and she felt the natural urge to masturbate. Unfortunately, this was nigh on impossible even with a table to partly hide under. Looking over, she noticed that the woman at the opposite table had her eyes closed. Still, Gina didn’t dare slide her hand inside her own skirt, as she longed to do.
A thought stuck her. There was always the privacy of the toilet…

But she’d only just been. Surely it would be obvious, especially to the two girls, what she was going back for…

Gina was overwhelmed with a sense sensual mischief, and returned to the section between carriage. Through the glass door she could see the women. They were kissing each other — no one was around to see.

This made Gina feel hornier than ever. She was transfixed for a whole minute before the girls slowly moved away from each other.

The blonde saw Gina, and alerted the other with a smile. Gina almost wanted to look innocently away, but the pressure between her legs urged her on. With a sligh beckoning cock of the head, she disappeared into the small room.

Inside, she backed against the mirror wall, hardly able to believe what she ha done. She breathlessly waited for which seemed like minutes. Would they join her?

The door handle slowly turned, and th door opened to reveal that lovely face framed in blonde curls. The girl entered, and was immediately followed by her lover, which locked the door behind them. Both had lub in their eyes.

Not a word was spoken before this blonde reached out to caress Gina’s face and softly kissed her lips. Gina start breathing deeply as her full breasts press against a pair of more or less equal size. The blonde’s tongue was inside her mouth now probing, exploring.

Gina trembled slightly as the dark-hair woman’s hand appeared on her left in thigh, warmly kneading the stockinged flesh. The blonde was doing the same to Gina’s heaving chest now, pinching the nipples. The excitement of being so intimately fondled by members of her own sex was incredible, and Gina thrust her own tongue further into the blonde’s mouth.

The dark-haired girl was purposefully rubbing at Gina’s sex through her underwear, making her feel weak at the knees. Then, after a swift downward movement, her pussy was fully exposed, and the girl’s tongue was lapping at the smooth flesh which surrounded it.

Gina’s whimpers were swallowed by the blonde, as the hungry mouth below found her clit. Gina’s legs virtually gave way as she shook, and ended up sitting heavily on the toilet seat lid. As she fell, she operated a cold water tap in the sink, and the blonde squealed as she was lashed with flying droplets.

The other girl had adjusted her position, making the most of the cramped conditions, and now seemed to be attempting to bury her whole face in Gina’s soaking sex. Transferring the moisture to Gina’s cut, she laughed throatily as Gina panted in response.

The blonde’s naked breasts suddenly appeared in Gina’s face. One hand cradled her head towards a stiff nipple, which she licked with great enthusiasm, while the other hand slid smoothly down over Gina’s body, to aid the stimulation of her clit.

Suddenly, the train’s engine was running again, and it slowly lurched into action. Gina felt wonderfully perverse the feeling of motion made the whole scene even more arousing. Looking down her body beyond the blonde’s bobbing chest, she could see the face between her legs and even her own juices smeared around the pouting mouth.

After five minutes of this, the dark-haired girl’s eyes sparkled devilishly as she stopped tonguing Gina’s quivering cunt.

‘Your turn to please us,’ she murmured sexily, replacing Gina on the seat and spreading her legs. The blonde started kissing her lover, reaching down to expose the moist vagina which was inches from Gina’s face.

Gina needed no encouragement, and slowly slid her tongue over the minuscule clit. Two hands cupped her head she couldn’t tell whose hands they were drawing her further in.

She soon realised that the blonde had! managed to somehow perch herself over; the dark-haired girl’s face, and was squirming herself against it. She was clearly a bona fide blonde, and Gina was momentarily hypnotised by the sight of a finger edging its way inside the girl’s tight anus. This intensified her passionate moans the very same moans which Gina had heard! from outside the door, earlier on.

In half an hour, each of the three girls had experienced a shuddering climax. They! lay intertwined in the tiny room, drinking in the risque nature of what they had just done.

The blonde was the first to speaking between deep, satisfied breath.
‘I’m Tina, by the way! The tart who’s still playing with your tits is Holly. Are you going* to London, like us?’
Gina nodded, wincing pleasurably as Holly stretched her nipple out towards the! pain barrier.
‘We’d better get dressed,’ said Holly speaking for the first time with a husky voice that exuded pure sex. ‘Someone’ll call the ticket inspector or something!’
When the train finally arrived, Gina’s father was concerned to see his daughter wobbling along the platform towards him!
He legs appeared to be playing tricks on her.
‘Christ, are you all right, girl?’
‘Yep,’ she assured him, as they left the station. ‘I’m fine. Just tired.’
She tapped her telephone-address boo through her jacket, safe in the knowledge! that this weekend would be anything dull.