Drunk on a train, a short story by dave.looker. Date added: 2011-10-12. Times viewed: 9539.
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- Intro: Exhib, Jen enjoyed showing all - on a train journey
Jen is younger than me, but not by nearly as many years as her looks suggest. She often looks like a schoolgirl, whereas I sometimes look like her mother, even so, we were friends and had shared some exciting adventures together. She had split up from her husband and her teenage son was going to spend some time with his father, so Jen came to stay with us for a few days. It was the first time she had visited us since we moved to Spain. I knew that she would delight in displaying her small firm tits for Dave to admire, and I knew that he would look, but I was still looking forward to showing her the sights.
One of the nearby towns was having a local fiesta, which was the perfect opportunity to show Jen the real Spain. Dave could not come with us, which was good because I knew that we would have a laugh together. We went on the train. Dave drove us to the station and arranged to pick us up on our return. Jen wore a very sexy white dress, which was perfect for the occasion, but not the high heals, because we had to walk about a mile from the station to the field where the dancing was to be held.
We were immediately welcomed into a large group of party go-ers in the bar tent, and after a few glasses of wine even joined in some of the dancing. One of the older men produced a large bowl which he placed onto the long table then made a ritual show of peeling various fruits and cutting them into small pieces to go into the bowl. The fruit was then covered in what was obviously an alcoholic liquid which had been smuggled in. The guy set fire to it and made a great show of pouring the flames back into the burning bowl from a great height.
The flames were extinguished and we were all given a plastic cup full of the mix to eat and drink. When I asked what it was, the nearest I got to an answer was that it was illegal. I warned Jen that it would be very strong, but she insisted that most of the alcohol would have burned off, so she would be safe. I realised before finishing my first glass that it wasn’t, so poured the half I had not drunk into Jen’s glass and refused a refill.
Jen had some more. She was obviously getting very drunk. The old guy kept topping her glass up, using the long spoon he had used to pour the flames from. He attracted Jen’s attention, indicating that he wanted her to watch. Standing up, he hoisted his long spoon into the air in the same way that he had done with the flames, and proceeded to pour the clear liquid into the waiting mouth of his seated son from a great height. Everyone applauded.
He refilled his spoon and stood behind Jen, holding it above her head. Jen leaned her head right back and opened her mouth. His son came and crouched beside her holding a tea towel, which he waived across her then held in place whilst his father poured drink into her mouth. He was protecting her dress from spillage. He was also holding one of her breasts. Jen gagged on the first mouthful, causing everybody to laugh. The son took full advantage of mopping up the spillage.
Jen was pissed. She was insisting on trying again. She could not speak the language but she sat with her head right back, mouth open and pointing her finger into it, indicating that she wanted some more. The son put his hands onto her shoulders, sliding the thin straps down her arms. He slid the top of her dress down until both breasts were uncovered then held the towel beneath them to catch any drips. With Jen sat in her chair in this position, she was thrusting her breasts out for all to see.
She managed much better this time, drinking much more than was good for her. Everyone cheered, noisily banging the table in appreciation. Papa poured some of the liquid onto her tits. I’m sure that he did it deliberately. His son licked it off, before squeezing them both as he dried her with the towel. There were noises of disappointment when I pointed out that it was time for us to leave to catch the train. The son did pull her dress back up again, covering her tits, and allowed us to leave, after kissing us both on each cheek.
We still had a mile to walk towards the station. Jen was dancing, unfortunately not often in the right direction. We had barely reached the edge of the park when she told me that she needed to pee. Not much I could do about it. I found a convenient bench to sit on and told her that I would wait for her. Jen crouched down behind the bench, barely hidden from the road that I sat facing, and did what she needed to do. When I next saw her she was fighting with her tights. She had ripped them whilst struggling to pull them up and now they were tying her knees together.
She had destroyed them. I got her to sit on the bench and helped her to remove them. I also put her shoes back on. Suddenly she jumped up and ran away from me. A car had pulled up nearby and a handsome young man was holding the door open, helping an elderly lady to climb out.
“Taxi !” Jen shouted, and jumped into the back seat of the car. She was asking the bewildered driver to take us to the station when I caught up with her. I was trying to tell her that this car was not a taxi. By this time the driver had noticed that she was not wearing knickers; they had been discarded along with her tights. Fortunately he spoke English. He told me not to worry, as he was going past the station anyway, and he would be happy to drop us off. I thanked him and got in to sit next to her.
We reached the station within minutes. He pulled up close to the platform and held the door open for me. I climbed out.
“What do I owe you ?” Jen asked. It still hadn’t registered.
“A kiss”, he replied, and climbed onto the back seat next to her. Jen put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He immediately pushed his hand up her skirt. Jen placed her hand onto his chest. I thought she was trying to push him away, until I noticed that her fingers were pushed inside the buttons of his shirt. She was rubbing his nipple. Jen spread her legs for him. I stood watching him playing with her cunt. They were still kissing. He was pushing his fingers up inside her. Jen seemed to be enjoying it.
“Look at this !” Jen shouted. The driver had pulled her hand away from his shirt and now it was wrapped around his penis. She was holding it up to show me. He tried to hide it, using both hands. Jen opened the door on her side and fell outside. I grabbed hold of her and helped her to run into the station and onto the platform. We watched the car we had come in drive away.
The station was fairly quiet. 3 lads also waiting for the train had noticed Jen though, which was hardly surprising. She was leaning across the barrier between the platform and the car park, watching her car drive away, the wind had caught in her dress blowing it up and they could all see that she was not wearing knickers.
When the train arrived the lads followed us into the same carriage. That too was fairly quiet. We chose a seat near the rear of the carriage. The lads walked the length of the aisle, but then returned to the seat in front of us. One of them took hold of the seat back and swung it across so that the bench seat was now facing us. I didn’t know that you could do that. All three boys sat on the bench that would much more comfortably seat two and sat staring at us. One of them tried to make conversation, but gave up when he realised that we were English.
Jen was smiling at them, enjoying the attention. It was obvious from their gaze, and the comments made amongst themselves, that they were fascinated with Jen’s tits. Although her tits are not very big, her nipples are quite long, disproportionately so, and they were pressing into the thin white cotton of her dress. It is very rare for a Spanish girl not to wear a bra, so the lads were enjoying watching this sexy English girl, who obviously didn’t mind because she was still smiling at them. They had no idea how drunk she was.
“They’re talking about your nipples” I whispered into Jen’s ear. She smiled even more. She shifted round slightly, leaning back into the corner, so that half of her back was resting against the window and she was facing all three of them. She was stroking one of her nipples, through the white cotton, with one of her fingers, keeping both nipples hard.
Jen knew that she had captured their attention. They all went quiet. They sat watching as she casually slid the strap down across her shoulder with her thumb, slowly pulling one side of her dress down so that her finger could stroke her naked nipple, and they could all watch her doing it ! If any of them managed to lift their gaze up to her face, they would have seen her tongue sliding in circles around her lips as she teased them, and herself.
The train pulled into the next stop. Jen wrapped her hand around her tit, covering it so that the people leaving would not know that she was deliberately exposing herself. Several people left, no-one else got on. Only a young couple at the front of our carriage remained and they were a long way away, not at all interested in us. As the train started to move again, Jen slid her hand slowly down her body and onto her thigh, leaving her breast uncovered. She was teasing them, sliding one finger up and down along the inside of her thigh, at the edge of her dress, distracting their attention from the naked tit that she was displaying.
Slowly, very, very slowly, she was teasing the hem of her dress up her legs. When the finger making the movement against her thigh eventually reached her cunt, she suddenly spread her legs wide, forcing the dress even higher, treating them all to a view of her naked cunt for a very brief moment, because she very quickly covered it, placing her hand between her thighs and holding onto the edge of her seat. She was pushing herself against her wrist, exciting herself, but exciting the boys even more. They all expected to see more of her very soon.
Jen didn’t keep them waiting very long. She started to slide her hand up slowly, pressing it hard against her cunt, until her fingers were able to slide into the crevice between her lips, spreading them wide, but the movement of her hand continued at the same pace until her cunt was completely uncovered for them to view. The palm of her hand was holding the hem of her dress up high so that they could all clearly watch the tip of her longest finger gently circling around her clit, giving it just enough attention to keep her lips open and moist.
She wasn’t quite masturbating, just teasing herself, but teasing them much more. As the lips of her cunt began to open, so did her legs, slowly spreading wider apart, even pushing me away so that the boys watching her could enjoy a full view of her naked cunt between her wide spread thighs. Jen was still smiling and licking her lips, but I don’t think anyone saw her doing that, other than me.
The train started to slow down. I poked Jen in the ribs and told her this was our stop. She stood up immediately, ending the show, even though the train still had not stopped. As the train finally jerked to a halt, Jen lurched forward reaching her hands out, pressing her palms against the chests of two of the guys opposite to prevent her from falling.
“Sorry”, she said, smiling sweetly into each of their faces, then slid her hands down across their shirts onto the front of their trousers. It was obvious from the position of her fingers that she was squeezing a dick in each hand. I noticed that the third guy, sat on the end, also had a very obvious erection stretching out his jeans. Not wanting him to feel left out, I stretched my arm out and squeezed it for him. It was rock hard. I would have loved to have played with it, but I had to get my friend off the train before it started to move again.
I dragged Jen towards the door and off the train, just in time. In the struggle the second strap had slid off her shoulder and the top of her dress had slid right down, uncovering both tits. All three lads had their noses pressed against the window, looking at them as Jen stood waiving them goodbye, watching the train pull out of the station. I don’t know if anyone in the carriage behind ours noticed as Jen stood continuing to waive until the whole train had passed us.
Jen had left her shoes on the train. That probably made it easier for me to steer her into the car park. Jen didn’t bother pulling her dress back up, but there was nobody around to see her. Dave was late. We sat on the edge of the low wall between the car park and the platform waiting for him. Jen was still topless. I knew that would amuse him. I wasn’t expecting her to lift one of her feet up onto the wall, spreading her thighs to show her cunt to him as well. Dave got to see it all, as did his friend John, when they arrived a couple of minutes later.
I was half expecting to see John, as Dave was late, I thought they had probably met up somewhere. They both got out of the car and stood staring at Jen. She hadn’t moved, displaying her body for them as if in a calendar. In truth, she was so pissed that she hadn’t noticed them arrive. The two men had to help her into the back of the car. I got into the front with Dave. On the way back he kept adjusting his mirror. He was trying to watch his friend playing with Jen’s cunt, but the seat was in the way. I could turn my head and see them very clearly. I could also see that John had his dick out and Jen was holding it.
Somehow Jen lost her dress completely whilst struggling out of the car. Both Dave and John got to enjoy seeing her body completely naked for a couple of minutes as we all entered the house, but neither of the men got to fuck her. Jen immediately rushed into the bathroom, threw up, then went to bed, alone. She was feeling very sorry for herself next morning, as she sipped on a glass of water rather than eating breakfast, but at least she was still naked, and I know that she was enjoying letting Dave look at her.
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