The Railway Compartment (Part Two)

(Continued from Part One)

Before I had an opportunity for any further thought, the girl reached down and unpopped the third and final button of her shorts. A clearer vision emerged of the sexy little panties she wore underneath. She looked over at me again. I stayed very calm on the outside but in my mind I was drooling like an idiot. By this time I had a powerful erection inside the loose fitting combat trousers I was wearing. No doubt it had been there a while but was only now registering in my consciousness. I looked down to see if it was externally visible in any way - not that I felt any need to be embarassed if it were – but to give the girl a sign that I was seriously enjoying her display. God forbid she decided to button up again.

The next moment, she suddenly reached out to me from the seat opposite. I was not at all sure what she was reaching out to do, but I instinctively reached back, almost as though I were expecting to hug her. Instead, I realised she was reaching for the sleeves of my T-shirt. I didn't stop her from taking hold of them but I didn't exactly encourage it either. I glanced nervously once again at the public door of our compartment. Reasoning with myself that a young man sitting on a train with a bare chest is not a particularly suspicious thing for passers by to see, I allowed her to pull the T-shirt over my head and place it down on the seat beside me.

For a few moments the girl sat back and looked at me. Not at my chest but into my eyes, although something in her gaze suggested that she approved of the new half-naked me. I felt painfully turned on and nervous all at once. She then stood up, her shorts slipping a little further down her exquisite thighs, and came over to where I was sitting. I had no idea what she was going to do but couldn’t wait to find out. She climbed up on to the seat on my side of the compartment and knelt beside me, not sitting back on her heels but kneeling upright. I realised quite how petitie she was. She had the most beautiful small but shapely body, a tiny backside and a lovely pair of medium sized breasts which stuck out modestly from beneath her T-shirt. She was clearly not wearing a bra and her shorts had slipped even further down around her thighs.

Kneeling up on the seat beside me, she lifted her T-shirt with one hand, providing me with another glorious view of her bare mid-riff and tiny little pink pants, and with the other she took my right arm and placed my hand against her crotch. I pressed softly at the soft cotton of her pants and felt that they were warm and damp. She responded immediately to my fingers between her legs and began ever so gently to buck her hips, pressing her groin against my hand as she did so. This gave me more confidence and I began to rub my hand more firmly along the gusset. The sound of her rapid breathing was quite possibly the sexiest sound that ever passed the lips of a human being. In my boldest move yet, I lifted my hand to the top of her panties and slid my fingers down the front. As I did so, I revealed the cutest little strip of dark pubic hair. I reversed the angle of my fingers and they met the warm wet pussy of this beautiful girl. She gasped at the direct contact. I think I probably gasped too.

Steadily she began to rotate her hips again as I ran my fingers back and forth along the glorious wet orifice. She supported herself against the wall of the carriage with her right arm and started to writhe more firmly against my hand. My left hand found the backs of her thighs – with their most sublimely soft skin – and stroked the firm flesh of her tight little buttocks while my right hand continued to rub her clitoris. I pulled her G-string panties down a fraction to enable both my hands to explore the general area with greater ease. She didn’t seem to care in the least that anybody passing the door would get a rather tasty rear view of her naked buttocks as she fucked the hand of this guy on the seat beside her.

As her movements became more vigorous and her breathing more rapid, I realised in an overwhelmingly erotic moment that this delicious young stranger was about to come on my hand. I continued the same steady pace and she continued to grind her pussy against my fingers. With my left hand I reached under her T-shirt and explored the soft firm flesh of her stomach and the stiff little nipples of her breasts. Her panting increased to a frenzy until she suddenly froze. The most enormous orgasm overwhelmed her and she began to shudder. She pulled me to her and held me there firmly until one by one she relaxed her limbs. She seemed exhausted but blissful. I realised unmistakably that this would be one of the defining moments of my sexual life.

When it was over and she was still trembling slightly, she kissed me for the first time. Once on my neck and then in a series of wet lingering kisses along my shoulder. She had knelt back on her legs for a few moments but rose up again and unexpectedly began tugging at my trousers to try and take them off, as though this were the most normal and inevitable thing to do next in the situation. I fought her to begin with, mumbling a few words about the possibility of somebody passing by the door, but she could not understand a word I was saying and anyway didn’t seem to care. Although I struggled to stop her from fully removing my trousers, I wasn't that forceful because I was so turned on by this point. And when a particularly good tug on one of my trouser legs forced them down around my thighs, and my stiff erection sprang out, I decided to reach a compromise: the trousers would remain on just up to my thighs, but with my cock exposed. I started to relax a bit more at this point because I could almost see how this sublime act could be made to look innocent if somebody passed by the door. The girl was pretty much shielding me from the immediate view of the compartment window and if anyone were to enter, I could quickly pull up my trousers. The girl had pulled her own shorts and panties up a little and would no longer appear to be in a state of undress from behind to a passer by. And in any case, I was feeling so horny that the thought of being seen or caught by someone was becoming less important by the second.

So here I was. Bare chested, with my trousers around my thighs, my bare buttocks against the nylon material of the train seat, and a huge erection sticking proudly up in the air. It was a surreal Heaven. She ran the back of her hand down my chest with a casual caress and then, apparently changing her mind about the need for such formalities, moved the same hand directly on to my cock. It was I who now released an involuntary gasp. It felt like nothing I can describe. I was every bit as wet down there as she has been and as she gave my penis a few gentle tugs, we both realised there was enough lubrication to make for a very slippery hand job. I swear I have never felt as turned on as I did at that moment. The public nature of the venue - the fact that at any point someone could walk in and see a teenage boy being wanked in a railway compartment by this devastatingly sexy girl - charged the atmosphere all the more and made me feel dizzy with desire.

I was aware that at any moment I was going to come and, partly to delay the deliciousness of the moment, and partly because I was so turned on that I wanted to increase the buzz to a maximum, I stopped her from wanking me for a moment, reached down and removed my trousers and trainers. When I sat back up I was completely naked on the seat. With no idea when the next station might be approaching, or when the inspector might come looking for tickets or anybody else might walk past or enter the carriage, I was all but lost to the sublime feeling within me and the erotic danger of the moment.

Sitting back in my new naked state, the girl began to wank me again. I knew I was not going to be able to last much longer. I turned my body in towards her, arched my back and tried to lift my groin up closer to her T-shirt. She took the hint and responded to my action by lifting the T-shirt up to expose her honey coloured breasts. This was useful too because in order to do it she had to momentarily stop masturbating me, which once again blissfully warded off my impending orgasm for a few more wondrously tantric moments.

Then she surprised me again. And this was the riskiest yet. She slipped to the floor, still on her knees and still slightly to the left of me, but now clearly revealing my nakedness and aroused state to any potential passer-by. She pressed the tip of my slippery erection firmly against the soft nipple of one of her breasts, which were still exposed from beneath her T-shirt. She began to wank me again, moving my cock from one breast to the other and eventually settling inbetween as she moved her hand more vigorously. I was so wet by now and slippery that it felt as though she were using baby lotion. I returned my free hand inside her panties and slid my fingers along the wet lips of her pussy. Then it was too much. Watching my hard cock being wanked against her slippery breasts felt so heavenly that I started to buck my hips up and down against her. My breathing got shorter and I felt the most incredible sense of release building. Then the dam broke. A huge jet of spunk burst from my cock and erupted over her tits and T-shirt. A tiny pause later, and a second jet flew into the air and on to the compartment floor beside her. She looked down with satisfaction at the spectacle of my ejaculating cock and a third jet shot up and caught her directly on the lips. I only barely took this all in because I felt I had momentarily left this Earth. I was lost to the erotic danger of the moment. In my mindless ectsasy I even felt excited by the fantasy thought that the inspector might have entered the compartment at that exact moment. We would have been embarassed and stopped but it would have been too late for me. The inspector would have been standing there watching me naked and helpless, with my cock mercilessly spunking over the floor.

When I finally returned to my senses, and the bliss passed, I suddenly felt a little vulnerable and anxious again and quickly put my trousers and T-shirt back on. She pulled her T-Shirt down over her breasts and looked at the semen stains I had left. She smiled and began rubbing at them with a tissue which she intermittently spat on to improve its success. I can’t remember what happened in the last twenty minutes or so before we reached the train’s destination. We certainly didn’t speak about anything. When she left the train she kissed me on the lips. It was a tender delicate kiss. It was the last time I saw her.