By and by it grew quite dark, for the lamp stationed in the middle of
the car threw very little light where we sat. Our conversation grew
more confidential, I may even say affectionate. The young gentleman
grew somewhat bold, and taking my hand, pressed it in his. The novelty
of the situation and the fact that for ten days I had tasted no sexual
pleasure rendered me oblivious to all resemblance of modesty and I
allowed him to do as he pleased. Nay, I even encouraged him, for I
allowed my hand to fall as if by accident on a certain protuberance in
front of his pantaloons. I had no sooner touched this sensitive spot
than a shiver ran through him and he immediately retained my hand there
as a prisoner.
All reserve now left him. He had spread a shawl over our knees so that
our actions could not be seen by the other passengers. I suddenly felt
the rogue dragging up my skirts and petticoats, and in a few moments
his hand was on my naked thigh; he glided over it and his fingers came
in contact with the hair covering my Mons Veneris. He had already
divided the lips of my coral cavity with his digits and was advancing
one in the very center of my vagina when the train entered
Philadelphia. Of course this put a stop to his progress, and we were
compelled to assume a decent position.
He was very attentive to me on the boat when we crossed the Delaware,
but he had no opportunity to renew his enterprises. At last we were
safely seated in one of the Camden and Amboy Railroad cars. As luck
would have it the car was very empty, there not being more than two
other persons in it besides ourselves. We took our places as far from
them as we could. The young gentleman turned the seats so that he now
sat opposite to me.
The train had not left the station a hundred yards before he commenced
operations by making me rest my two feet in his seat, one on each side
of him, so that he sat between my thighs. He now raised my petticoats
and amused himself by feeling my thighs, bottom and slit. He played
with me for some minutes, titillating the interior of my vagina with
his finger, pressing my thighs and tickling my bottom. In the meantime
I had released his instrument from its place of confinement, and
grasping it in my hand, I covered and uncovered its red head, and at
the same time tickled his testicles. After a little time he drew me to
the very edge of the seat and, pointing his rod, entered my salacious
slit. After a few pushes which sent a thrill of delight through me, he
turned up all my clothes and regaled himself with the sight of his
engine entering in and out of my coral sheath. I responsively moved my
buttocks in answer to his thrusts and in a few minutes we both
discharged profusely.
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