Jenny's Journey 2, a short story by jennyslip. Date added: 2011-01-17. Times viewed: 5417.
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- Intro: M/F, Preg
Jenny’s second journey.
It was two weeks to the day from my last railway adventure and my bottom had only just seemed to recover. However, here I was hoping for more of the same. My mystery man had said that he catches this train every Thursday and I was getting very wet with anticipation, savouring in my mind every detail of our last encounter. Unfortunately things at home with Kenny had not improved, in fact he seemed even more distant with me nowadays.
I craned my neck looking for him, perhaps I was in the wrong carriage, perhaps he had walked by and I had missed him, or perhaps he didn’t want to meet a pregnant hormonally challenged sexual deviant again.
As the train pulled out of the station I couldn’t help feeling despondent, after all I had been thinking of nothing else for days, building a new encounter up in my mind, with endless depraved scenarios. I looked around the carriage, which was far quieter this time, yes that was it, mystery man was on vacation!, who was I kidding.
I had worn my button through skirt this time (as that seemed to work so well last time) and a black slightly transparent peasant blouse, through which I hoped you could make out my pretty black lacy bra. I had plumped for all black lingerie this time with pretty matching lace bra and panties and a silky black half slip with six inches of lace at the hem. As normal the two bottom buttons were undone with the black lace of my slip peeking through.
I hadn’t taken any notice of the person who had occupied an opposite seat as I daydreamed of naughty thoughts, making myself very moist, in a world of my own. When I looked up there was a lanky young youth sitting nearly opposite, clutching a little Marks and Spencer bag, his gaze set fixedly on my little slip show. Good god I thought this must be mystery man’s son! Well I thought, I may as well have a little fun and make him feel awkward, so I popped open another button and flared my skirt out a little, revealing more of that soft black lace. He just stared at the spot with his mouth open, I couldn’t help but laugh.
I smiled at him and he lowered his gaze and smiled back. Been shopping? I said, nodding at his bag, which he clutched a little tighter, his face reddening. He just nodded like a friendly dog. Anything nice I asked? his eyes hitting the floor and his redness out of control, I could almost feel the heat from here. Well I thought, there must be something interesting in that little bag, so I just blurted out ”let me see then!”, at which he recoiled and gripped the bag harder. I put out my hand in front of him, which he couldn’t ignore and he just lamely handed it over, I thought he was going to cry.
Inside was a pretty little cream bra and tiny matching panties, which I took out and held up, but I made sure that other passengers couldn’t see. Wow they are gorgeous I said, are they a present for someone, at which he nodded eagerly. I just love pretty lingerie I cood, soft lace and silk next your skin feels so good doesn’t it? Ahh, a little perceptible nod. I always try and wear nice matching lingerie I continued, see my bra and panties match this slip. I think it’s a pretty slip, don’t you? Another nod of the head. I folded his undies away and handed the bag back to him.
I popped another button and pulled my skirt apart at the hem, showcasing the full six inches of lace. I was done with pretence and wanted to have some fun. It’s hard to find lacy slips like this now I said, do you like it? Nodding dog again. It’s really soft lace I said, here feel it for yourself I offered, lifting the hem towards him. His hand was shaking as he touched it and gasped audibly. There that was nice wasn’t it? Another nod.
I was starting to get those very naughty feelings again, my cunt felt like it was burning and my panties were very wet. My god if I progressed would it be legal? How old are you I asked, sixteen he replied, but I doubted it. Do you like my black lacy bra I asked, pushing my breasts forward so that the lace was clearly visible through my blouse, more nods. My panties are matching, would you like a peek? His head swiveled around the carriage, I wasn’t sure if he was looking for somewhere to run or just checking out we couldn’t be seen, the nod again. I tried to pull up my skirt and slip as sexily as I could muster in this situation, until my sopping wet panties were on full show. Do you like? Bingo! The response was evident in his trousers .
The carriage was almost empty now except for us. Look I said I need to go to the bathroom and I’m scared about locking the door on trains, in case I can’t reopen it, will you come and help me? Please. More nods. I took his hand and pulled him up and he followed behind, hand in hand, my head was racing, what to do next. I opened the door, cleaned the toilet seat and hovered over the toilet, keeping the door wide open. His eyes were everywhere except on me. It’s OK you can watch I said, I would like you to. I dropped my soaking panties to the floor and picked them up in one movement, then pushed them into his hand, he recoiled as if he had had an electric shock. He stood with his mouth open whilst I leant back, positioned over the toilet bowl once more and hoisted my skirt and slip, to reveal my swollen shaved cunt. His eyes were nearly popping out of his head as I caressed my aching cunt lips and gently pulled them gaping apart. I couldn’t hold back any longer and sent a torrent of hot pee cascading into the bowl, some of it unfortunately missing and splashing everywhere. It went on and on, I thought I would never finish. I made sure that he had a perfect view of me open wide before I deftly dabbed myself with a tissue and let my slip and skirt drop down. He was still agog and transfixed to the spot.
Right I said, your turn now. I dragged him in and changed places. “I can’t he uttered”, my god he can speak! Don’t be silly I said, just undo your zip and try. He followed my instructions like an automaton, still clutching my panties in one of his hands he opened his zip and pulled out a cock that had nervously shriveled. I stepped in behind him and reached round, folding my warm hand around his soft cock. It had an immediate effect and like a magicians wand went instantly hard. The poor lad was trembling as I caressed his hardening cock softly, my hand rubbing up and down the shaft barely making contact. I licked my fingers and cupped my hand over the shiny head and as I swirled my hand around and around the head he began to shudder. It had only taken seconds but I knew he was about to explode, his cock jerked twice and shot two massive wads of thick creamy cum over the bathroom wall. As I stroked down the shaft it jerked again and sent another massive shot high up the wall, the vigour of youth!! I shushed in his ear and tried to stop him trembling and looked at his lovely softening cock, which had a large drop of thick gooey cum hanging off the tip. Oh I couldn’t resist that lovely thick cream and leant over and licked it right off the end. His cock jerked at my touch and I just sort of took it straight into my mouth. I sucked it gently then ran my tongue around the head then up and down the shaft. He was instantly hard again, oh to be sweet sixteen!
I had to have that young firm cock inside me, so I stepped back and struggled to lift my butt onto the sink area, which wasn’t easy in my condition. I hitched my skirt up and spread my legs wide open, the poor lad looked terrified but was mesmerized by my shaved wet opening. I pulled him close and guided his cock towards me, stroking it up and down my dripping slit, he was making a funny mewing noise so I thought I had better be quick here and get it inside me before it’s too late. I put his shiny tip right against my opening and pulled him gently towards me, he slipped easily right inside me. I pushed and pulled his body backwards and forwards onto me in a slow rhythm and he soon got the idea, but the position I was in I wasn’t getting the full benefit of that lovely hard cock.
I decided on urgent action and told him to sit on the loo. He seemed very disappointed that he had to take his cock out of me but it was for the best reasons (for me). In my current condition I intend to pee a little when I have an orgasm so I told him to remove his trousers and sit back down, he continued to follow my instructions like a robot. I lifted my skirt and slip and straddled him, guiding his lovely shiny tool right inside me, oh bliss! Right up to the hilt. It was several seconds before I moved, savouring that feeling, then as best as I could I raised and lowered myself up and down that young flagpole, it was heaven. I pulled up my peasant blouse so he could have a good look at my lace covered titties bouncing in front of him, I don’t think the poor lad had ever had so many things to consider at once. I released my black lace panties where he still held them in his clenched fist and draped them over his face, then I leant forward and starting kissing him through the soaked lace. This seemed to drive him wild and he was bucking out of control, screwing up the rhythm that we had, but I loved it, he couldn’t get his cock any further inside me if he tried. I was so close to climaxing and when he actually squeezed my nipples, which had been staring him in the face, it sent me over the top and I felt wave after wave of lovely orgasm surging through me and as per usual this also released a stream of hot pee all over the poor guys cock and groin, he looked frightened for a split second then continued to thrust into me as far as he could as his cock pulsed and pulsed his lovely hot semen into me.
We both sat for several minutes recovering, before I prized myself off his still firm cock. Then I did the motherly thing, trying to clean him up a little with paper towels, dabbing the pee and combined juices and the not so motherly thing of licking off the still oozing cum from his lovely shiny cock. We both dressed and got ourselves straight, saying nothing at all. When he was ready to leave I pressed my black lace panties into his hand and said have fun with them. Then he turned, kissed me full on the lips and slipped out of the door. I stayed behind and cleaned the place and myself as best as I could and wobbled back to my seat. He was already gone, bless him, as I sat and waited for my station. The remainder of the day is a bit of a blur but I remember walking from the station to the car park with his and my juices still running down my inner thighs, with a very big smile on my face.
I think if this sort of thing keeps happening on trains I might just get myself a season ticket!
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