"Farewell My Lovely"
by
For a period in the 1950's, I traveled to work from my home
in North London on a branch line to East London. It was a steam train
that had started its journey, one station before I boarded it and
continued on for a couple of stations after I had disembarked from it.
My journey took about forty minutes to complete on it. My return
journey was normally made at about six pm in the evening after I left
work.
This journey would have been mundane had it not been for the occupants
of the carriage in the morning that I always used. In those days
individual slam door compartments that had on some of the windows in
the form of a sticker ladies only or no smoking. As a smoker, I
always entered the carriages that did not carry any of these signs! So
did my traveling friends that I had come to associate with over the
years. The reason for our association other than being smokers was our
love of doing the Daily Telegraph Crossword daily. Now some were more
successful than others. So I first must describe this motley crew that
joined together every morning on the train to solve it. There was me,
eighteen years of age and a trainee industrial chemist who was studying
for a B.Sc at evening classes and half - day release from work. I had
been granted deferment from National Service. Betty was a laboratory
assistant for a cosmetic company, I guess about twenty years of age.
Sam a uniformed officer for a shipping company based in the docks, he
was about twenty - three years old. Bill was the oldest in the group
and the wizard in completing the crossword most days. He was in his
late forties and was a chemical engineer for a chemical making company,
he held a doctorate. The last member of the group was Susan a lady of
the world, former officer in the Woman's Royal Air-force and now a
secretary with a company making refrigerators she was in her early
forties. Now, the only one that boarded the train at my stop was Sam.
Betty boarded the train at the stop before mine, as did Bill. Suzan
boarded at the stop after mine. Bill had already completed a few of the
clues in the newspaper before it reached my station so we always copied
them down into our papers to get a good start!
In those far off days, salaried staff always worked from nine in the
morning to six in the evening. So it was often the case that we all
ended up on the same train coming home. Here a final tally was made
amongst us, on how well we had done for the day, in completing the
crossword. If it had been a good day and no clues to make a final
judgment on then an Evening Standard was produced and we would try
that for the next forty minutes or so. So my traveling days went on so
for a couple of years, until that eventful day that follows.
In a July of the last year I was to travel on the rail line and on a
day that had temperatures in the nineties a Friday in fact, We all
learnt that this was to be Suzan's last day traveling on the line, as
she was getting a new job in Scotland and was attending a farewell
party at work in the evening. We all wished her well. My day went well
at work, but at midday I was asked to replace a member of the table
tennis team who had gone sick at work to play in a match that evening,
I readily agreed. So it was not till eight thirty in the evening that I
found myself waiting on the platform for the train home. As it came
into the station I saw Suzan waving out of a carriage window that had
Ladies Only on it. The train was completely empty, so I did not worry
and went inside.
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She sat opposite me, on those long bench seats used in those days that
just about accommodated a space between each person's legs. As we
pulled away, she got up and hitched her skirt up above her waist then
slipped her knickers down to her ankles. Placing her legs either side
of me, so that her knickers hung from one ankle she exposed herself to
me. Her slit was densely covered in black hair the outer lips were
bulbous but the inner lips of her twat emerged outside the outer lips.
Her arsehole was in view as she lent back on the seat. She then started
to pleasure herself, rubbing the clitoral hood and the space between
her inner and outer lips. I was not new to sexual matters, for I had
been pleasuring myself from about fourteen years of age. I was quite
proud of my prick that was circumcised; so allowing the head of it to
be fully in view, some eight and a half inches long and some six inches
in circumference when aroused and accompanied by a large ball bag. My
football coach once said, I had a prick larger than he had to walk
on. My other pleasure had been to visit a girl that lived opposite my
family, whose mother being widowed in the war, and was forced to work
in the evenings. So watching mother leaving for work I would wander
over for a bit of fun! This involved mutual masturbation. Unlike Suzan's twat,
her lips were quite small and covered in a light blonde down.
She would sometimes take my prick into her mouth and give me a blow
job, I would then lick and suck her twat till she came. Her favourite,
was to let me place my erect prick between her upright tits while I
rubbed it between them, she trying to catch my spunk in her mouth as I
came! She was very experienced, as she worked for a local sweet factory
that was renowned for turning out loose women! We never had
intercourse, as she said she was saving herself for marriage. She
told me once, that she had never seen anybody produce as much cum as
me; so one night I shot my load into a tablespoon she was holding, it
filled it to overflowing! So Suzan frigging herself was no shock. I
thought she had probably had a bit too much to drink at her leaving
party! I opened up the flies in my trousers and slipped the elastic of
my Y fronts under my balls. I began to make long strokes with my hand
up and down my prick as I watched her. The head of my penis was purple
and enlarged, the strokes became shorter and quicker then I shot my
load all over her extended legs. Have you got a rubber? she said, I
said I had not, as I wiped the cum from her legs with a handkerchief.
Then you will have to stick it up my arse she said. At which point
reaching into her handbag she pulled out a small jar of Pond's Cold
Cream undoing the lid, she rubbed the cream on to my rampart prick and
balls, that now stood proud again! She pulled down her blouse and bra
exposing her pendulous breasts. Turning around and bending over, on to
her carriage seat, exposing her tight arse to me, with legs wide apart.
I put the head of my penis at the entrance to her arse, the brown
wrinkled hole seemed to open up and with one push my eight and half
inches was inside the warm confines! I began my movements back and
forth; her arse felt cool as my belly connected with it, my ball bag
was slapping against it. I felt her hand come through her open legs to
grab my ball bag and proceed to rub her twat with it, and then she
released it and plunged her fingers into her cunt. I could feel the
movement of her fingers in her twat passage, on my prick in the other
orifice that I was drilling with my tool. I passed my hands round her
body grabbing her large breasts in both hands and pulled on them, to
assist my thrusts in her arse. I could feel the nipples rising under my
hands. Then she started to come, shrieks, moans and filthy language
emerged from her mouth I rammed as hard as I could and exploded inside
her, I could feel the pulsing of the passage of cum from my prick
inside her. We fell together on to the seat and as I withdrew the cum
flowed out of her arse. Using her knickers, she first wiped my limp
tool dry and then her arse. Before placing them back in her handbag.
She said, "That's the best fuck, I have had for years." She took a
packet of cigarettes out of her handbag and we sat and smoked till her
station came for her to leave, as she got out, she gave me a deep
tongue kiss, while she was doing so, I stroked her bushy twat as a fond
farewell; goodbye, I won't forget you she said. I told her that I
hoped her new job in Scotland went well.
I never saw her again and it was the only time in my life that I
sodomized a man or a woman. Nor, did I ever have a climax in my life
so intense, as I did on that evening train journey. Thank you, dear
Suzan.
- The End -
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