The heat of the midday sun hit me as I stepped from the air-conditioned comfort of Mike’s BMW. Grabbing my overnight bag from the back seat I dipped my head into the open car window to say my farewells.
“Been good catching up, Mike. We mustn’t leave it quite so long next time,” I said.
“Yes well me moving out into the middle of nowhere didn’t help, I realize that. Talking of which, you’d better get your skates on, fella. The trains hereabouts are few and far between, and the next one is due anytime now, I think.”
“No worries. Catch you soon,” I said as we shook hands.
I turned and made my way across the tiny station car park as Mike steered his car out of the exit and away.
The car park was separated from the only platform by a simple six-foot-high chain link fence. At first glance, the platform was totally empty.
I crossed through the gap in the fence that made for the only station entrance and exit and stepped onto the platform. There was a digital display just above and to the right, which showed the 12.02 to London as being cancelled. That was my train. The 12.32 was showing as ‘Delayed’.
I looked up and down the hundred feet long platform. To the left were station buildings, and to the right was a passenger shelter. It looked like someone was in there. I turned and made my way toward the buildings, presumably including a ticket office, where I hoped to find someone who could give me a bit more insight into when the next train might actually turn up.
When I had arrived, two days ago, I had simply departed the train and walked through that same gap in the fence to where Mike was waiting in the car. I hadn’t noticed anything about the station itself.
The station buildings included a ticket office, which was closed, the shutter down. Plus a coffee kiosk, similarly shuttered, and a waiting room, the door to which was open. I dipped my head in to see if anyone was there. I was rather shocked by the interior.
It was like some days-gone-by waiting room from the 1950s, with two big leather sofas facing each other and a coffee table between them, and bookcases and shelves along the walls – with books and ornaments on! As intriguing as the waiting room was, though, I moved on in my search for assistance.
Other than a soft drink vending machine and a ticket machine, however, there was nothing and no one at this end of the platform. So I decided to head off toward the person that I saw in that shelter. Maybe they were station staff or at the very least a regular traveller with some insight.
As I neared the shelter, I saw that it was a young woman, maybe early twenties, possibly late teens. And drop-dead fucking gorgeous! A beautiful mixed race girl with black braids tied in a bunch that hung halfway down her back, about five foot three and with a slim, toned figure.
She was wearing a white cropped t-shirt and denim cut-off shorts. So much beautiful caramel-toned skin was on show, and as she turned towards me, hearing my footsteps, she beamed the most incredible smile.
“Hey,” I said raising my hand as I approached. I was a good twenty feet away.
I was quite grateful that we were so far apart. Even from this distance, I was struggling to take my eyes off her. Had we been any nearer then my ogling of her body and those shorts would have been patently obvious. As it was I was hoping that I simply looked as though I was looking in her general direction.
So a smile and friendly salute from a distance was best. I wasn’t going to creep the poor girl out by walking right up to her on this deserted train platform,
“Hiya,” she said back, still smiling.
“Any idea what’s happening with the trains? I’ve never travelled from here before. Board says it’s cancelled.” My hand up to my eyes, shielding them from the sunlight.
She shook her head and gave a shrug that said ‘sorry’.
I stopped and pulled out my phone, opening up the Trainline app. The information I got there was just the same as the platform display, probably running off the same central system.
One train was canceled, and the next one was delayed. I tried Googling ‘train delays, Essex’ to see if there was any news there. Nothing.
“Are you looking for what time the next train is likely to be?”
Her voice startled me. She must have padded up silently on the tarmac platform. She was standing right next to me, her smile even broader than before.
“I am, but no luck I’m afraid. This is the first time I’ve traveled from this station. I’ve been visiting a friend.”
I pressed screens and buttons on my phone, conscious of the thickness growing between my legs, rather ashamed that I should have such a primal reaction to young bare flesh at my age.
“The Trainline app says the next train is due in thirty-two minutes, but that it is currently delayed,” I said, turning the screen towards her so she could see for herself.
She leaned into peer at the five-inch screen and I felt an ache between my legs as I breathed in the aroma of young woman, fresh and warm, enhanced with a heady mixture of coconut and spice, vanilla and jasmine and lord knows what other exotic fragrances she had showered and creamed herself with this morning.
“Are you headed for London?” I asked, trying to make conversation and suppress the lustful thoughts that were gradually taking control of my very being.
“No, just three stops,” she said, “I’ll be waiting here way longer than the journey should take.”
“Bummer. You’re not going to be late for anything important like an interview I hope?”
“Aww, you’re sweet. No, I’m just meeting up with a few uni friends.”
Try as I might, I couldn’t take my eyes off those denim cut-offs. They were the slightly frayed, well-worn type. The leg – if you could call it that – was no more than an inch below her pussy. The waistband cut across her waist just below her belly button.
The factory-faded blue denim contrasted perfectly with the caramel tones of her skin. I tried to imagine a more perfect expression of the female form, but I was struggling to conjure it up.
I’m pretty sure she caught me looking. So now my embarrassment was complete. As was my erection, a fully thick and aching annoyance between my legs. I was just hoping she hadn’t noticed.
Her coquettish smile, the way she was turning her body as we talked so her breasts moved slightly under that short t-shirt suggested otherwise. Fuck, those nipples were hardening under the white cotton and I was sure she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“I think we are going to have to sit it out. There’s no help at all from any source,” I said, looking back toward the station buildings, “I’m going to grab myself a Coke and get out of this sun.”
I mooched my way back down the platform, walking slightly stooped to hide my rampant hardness, back towards the ticket office, grabbed a bottle of Coke from the vending machine, and went into the waiting room. It was a welcome shaded cool from the cloudless heat on the platform.
I eased myself down onto one of the big leather sofas, facing the door. Cracking open the bottle of cola I drank from it, cooling my throat from the midday heat and the dryness I had experienced around that gorgeous young woman. I felt my hard-on retreating, thankfully, my softening cock nestling back down.
“Hey, this is cool!”
I jumped as she appeared in the doorway, her perfect figure silhouetted against the sunshine.
“This is SO cosy!” she continued, “And look at you, making yourself all at home,” she giggled.
She had a remarkable confidence, given that we had met not five minutes ago, and had exchanged no more than a few sentences. Added to this she was alone in a pretty much deserted location with a complete stranger.
“Well, I figured it could be a long wait, no sense in standing out there in the heat.”
“They HAVE to give us some news SOON,” she said, turning and standing in the doorway, leaning out slightly to peer down towards the departure board.
“Ooh I can’t quite see from here,” she said
Holding onto both sides of the door frame for support, she leaned forward and pushed herself up on tiptoe, straining to see the board.
“Still says delayed. Bugger.”
I was struggling to concentrate on what she was saying, as the sight of her denim shorts riding up, showing a good inch or more of perfect, toned, butt cheek, was causing a pounding in my chest, and a throbbing in my groin.
She turned around and caught me staring.
“It’s okay,” she chirped, smiling.
“I’m sorry?”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind you looking. I like it.”
“I… um… I.”
I think there was probably a window of about two seconds within which I could have plausibly denied ogling her. But my mouth was too dry again and my brain too useless, and that window quickly closed. I had been caught red-handed. Rumbled.
“Honestly, I don’t mind,” she took a few steps toward me. “I like older men. Especially cute ones.” She bit her lip and looked at me with huge brown eyes.
“I… um… err.” My mouth was like sandpaper and my tongue had ceased to work.
She looked around the small waiting room with a mischievous look on her face.
“I guess we’re going to be stuck here for a while. How about we play a game?”
“A game?… um.” How many times could a grown man say ‘um’ in the space of a minute?
I looked over at the shelf with a box of dominos, Yahtzee, and a pack of playing cards. She followed my gaze.
“Haha no! Not that sort of game! Something MUCH more fun!”
I peered up at her as she pirouetted playfully in front of me. I had no idea what she was on about and my quizzical look must have said it all.
“I bet you were thinking about my panties, weren’t you?”
“I…”
Ignoring my pathetic response, she looked down at her denim shorts and then looked straight at me, a wicked grin on her face.
“You were. Men always do. As I say, I like it,” she said, giggling again.
I had no response that would have been anywhere near plausible. I had to just sit there and accept that I was a dirty old man, leching over a girl less than half my age. She genuinely didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered.
“So, here’s the game. You guess what colour, what style, and what material they are. You score a point for each correct guess. So you can score a maximum of three points.”
“Points?”
She laughed, clearly relishing the stupor she was causing in me.
“One point, and you can finger me.”
I think I almost had a heart attack when I heard those words. She giggled at my reaction and continued.
“Two points, and you can finger me while I stroke your cock.”
“And…” My throat was so dry but my very being forced it to utter the words. “And three points?”
Her laugh was both triumphant and teasing. She didn’t answer my question, but turned slowly in front of me, her hands smoothing themselves over her ass as she did so.
Engaged in the game now, my mind raced into gear, checking for signs of panty lines showing through the denim, some sign of the style or material. Of course, there were none. I would have seen them earlier, no doubt about that. Her butt was perfect and perfectly smooth in those shorts.
Completing the circle of her slow turn, she put her hand on the popper button in the middle of the waistband. She paused and shot me a sly, sexy smile, her upper teeth biting down gently on her lower lip.
“I really do hope you get all three points by the way. Now. Guess.”
I had no idea what she was wearing, there were no clues. An impossible game to win. Surely why the little cock tease was happy to offer me such wonderful prizes. I shrugged, giving in to the inevitability of defeat.
“Black… Lace… Thong.” I said, as decisively as I could.
She made a mock sad face, scrunching her face up like a little kid mimicking an adult.
“No points, I’m afraid,” she said. Then started laughing.
“You men always want us girls to be little sluts, don’t you? Always thinking of us in sexy little panties”
“I… Um… I”
I felt like pointing out that the game to think about her panties had not been my idea! But before I could, she started unbuttoning her shorts.
“Fair’s fair,” she said, “I do need to prove to you that your answer was incorrect, don’t I?”
Okay, no losers in this game I thought, my spirits rising as well as my cock as she wiggled her ass and eased the tight shorts off, over her hips to reveal a white cotton tanga brief.
“I’m wearing my good girl panties today you see!”
She gave me a full display, her arms outstretched as she turned full circle slowly. Her shorts were stretched between her thighs just above her knees as she rotated, standing a few feet in front of me.
The panties were a tad too tight and dug into her flesh just perfectly, As she returned to face me I gazed at the material sucked up snugly between a clearly smoothly shaven pair of pussy lips. I could see every sweet contour.
My cock was straining against the thin material of my pants, standing out like a flagpole.
She bit her lip again as she looked down at me, staring at my lap.
“Hmm. I’ll give you a bonus point if you get that out for me.”
A bonus point meant I got to finger that sweet little cunt. A no-brainer, I figured, and unzipped myself, reaching in to pull myself out.
Now, I’m not massive, but at seven inches and nicely thick, I’ve never had any complaints and as I fished my cock out and started slowly wanking in front of her, she looked impressed.
“Mmmmmm. Yes, definitely worth a bonus point,” she purred.
She shimmied her ass and the shorts slithered down her legs and landed at her feet. Stepping out of them she climbed up onto the leather couch and straddled me.
The front of her white cotton panties was pressing against my thick hard cock and she began to grind herself against me slowly as her hands held my head and she pushed her tongue down my throat, kissing me passionately.
“Mmmmm push your fingers inside me,” she whispered as she bit on my earlobe, her hips gyrating.
I reached down and eased her white panties aside as my fingers slipped easily into her sodden little cunt.
“Oooooooh FUCK!… yes, yes Daddy, fuck that tight little pussy… nnnnnnggghhhhh.”
I had only once been called ‘Daddy’ by anyone other than my own kids. A woman I dated a few years ago had a penchant for it, but she was less than five years younger than me.
The sound of this young girl, young enough to be my own daughter, moaning it in my ear as I probed her wet sex, was enough to make my cock twitch and send a strong line of pre-cum streaming from its eye.
My fingers pushed in deeper, searching, as my thumb found her tiny little clit and rubbed over it.
“OOOOOOOHHHHH……. NNNNRRRGGGHH!!!…. YESSS!” she screamed as her hips started bucking against my hand. She was grabbing the back of the leather sofa as she ground her pelvis into my hand. It was like having a wild cat writhing on my lap.
She slumped into me for a second and then pushed herself back, sitting upright on my lap, grinning down at me. My fingers were still deep inside her.
“Oh fuck yes…. Daddy found my g-spot in one go!!” she purred as she reached and pulled the cropped t-shirt over her head. Her pert young titties were firm and small and round, topped with a pair of little brown bullets of nipples.
Now naked but for those panties, her hands reached down to grasp my thick cock, fingers entwining around my shaft, massaging in the copious amounts of pre-cum I had emitted.
She spat down onto the head of my cock, making it even more slippery, and began to wank me expertly, her grip just tight enough to glide easily over me at speed.
“Well! You’ve definitely just earned yourself another bonus point,” she giggled, “Actually… maybe two…”
And with that she lifted herself, my fingers slipping out of her wet pussy, and positioned herself over my rigid cock. Her eyes locked on mine, she slid herself down smoothly until my entire length was embedded inside her.
I gasped and grabbed her hips, helping her begin moving up and down slowly. Our eyes not leaving each other as we began to fuck.
“Mmmmmm I said I wanted you to win, didn’t I Daddy?” she whispered as her hips picked up the pace, getting the measure of my length so she could rise up almost all the way off me before plunging her tight cunt back down, taking my cock to the hilt.
Those pert little boobs bounced in front of my face and sucked on one nipple as I teased the other with my thumb and forefinger.
But soon I had to grip the leather seat on either side of me as she rode me with such skill and vigour, I felt like I was going to explode. It had been several weeks since my last fuck and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to take much more of this treatment.
“Ahhhhh…. Yessss…. Ahhhh…. Oh fuuucckk,” she moaned suddenly as her second orgasm in five minutes tore through her perfect body. I watched mesmerised as her caramel skin welcomed a pink blush across her whole body for maybe a minute and her eyes glazed over, rolling back until all I could see was the whites.
She fell forward, my face between her breasts, a bead of sweat running down her chest and onto my cheek.
Again she recovered, seemingly even more horny than before her cum.
“Mmmmmmm my cum juices are all over Daddy’s cock now,” she murmured, “I need to taste myself on your big cock Daddy.”
Jumping off, she grabbed my shaft, kneeling between my legs, and began to lick at my head, cleaning all the thick deposits of creamy cum that she had spilled all over it. Her tongue was lapping, her lips sucking as she covered every millimetre of my cock in an effort to clean me of her juice.
I threw my head back and reached out to grab the back of her head, urging it down until her throat was making small gagging noises. I let go, but she held her head down, her tongue licking at my balls.
“Mmmmmmm yummy!!” she exclaimed as she finally surfaced, her face sweaty and covered in drool and cunt juice.
Standing up, she turned away from me and hooked her thumbs through the waistband of her panties. Looking over her shoulder she winked at me as she wiggled that perfect brown ass and began to ease her panties down over it.
“One last hole for Daddy to fuck,” she cooed as the panties fell down around her feet.
Reaching back, she grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. A twinkling of jeweled purple appeared from between them as a cute little butt plug was revealed.
“Take it out for me, Daddy, I want to sit down on that beautiful hard cock now.”
Reaching forward I took hold of the butt plug’s stopper, pulling gently. Her ass was slippery with cum juices that had flowed down from her last two cums, and it was difficult at first to get a grip on the slippery metal. But eventually, I had a good enough hold to ease it out, watching as her ass opened wide to allow its exit before returning to a brown little puckered pout.
Without saying a word, she bent over, reached between her legs to grasp my shaft, and backed herself onto me. I watched in amazement as the head of my cock pressed for a second against that tight ass muscle before it gave and swallowed my swollen knob greedily.
“Mmmm yess,” she squealed as she sat herself down in my lap, accommodating the full length of my cock in one smooth movement.
She wiggled her cute ass in my lap as she got comfortable before she started to bounce up and down, using the same skilled technique to pull just far enough off me before pushing back down.
“Fuck!!… Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!”
This time it was me screaming out loud as her tight ass muscles gripped me like a vice as she rode me. It wasn’t going to be long, I knew. I grabbed her hips in a vain attempt to slow this gorgeous little slut down, to try and prolong this exquisite agony. But she wasn’t having it, she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Give it to me Daddy!! Give me that hot Daddy seed in my tight little asshole. I want it Daddy, I want it all NOOOWW!!!”
She was bucking, shaking as she screamed, and my body was convulsing beneath her as I emptied myself into her. I began smacking hard on her ass cheeks as they slapped down onto my thighs.
“OOHHH FUUUUCCKK YSSSSS!!” she screamed at the top of her voice as I felt her ass muscle spasming on me and as I released jet after jet of hot sperm deep into her core.
She fell back on me, her braids smothering my face as she wriggled and mewed softly, recovering from such a massive cum. She stayed there for a few moments, lifeless. My hands held her slim frame, cradling her as she shivered and shook. Eventually, I heard her voice, a little shaky, but still confident and bold in tone.
“Do you have the plug, Daddy?”
“Err yes… yes, it’s here,” I said, reaching for the metal toy that I had dropped on the sofa seat after extracting it.
“Mmmm can I have it?” she said reaching her hand out, trying to find mine.
We managed to coordinate, her fingers taking the plug from my own.
She slipped off me, bending, and I watched as my cock reappeared, softening now as it slithered from deep inside her ass. She deftly reached back and slipped the plug inside her as her hole started to tighten again.
“Mmm. Now I can carry Daddy’s lovely cum around with me all day!” she squealed in delight as she turned and jumped onto my lap like a puppy. Kissing me passionately, she broke off as suddenly as she had pounced on me. Within seconds that naked body was clothed again in denim cut-offs and t-shirt.
She spent a few swift moments cleaning her face in an antique mirror that hung on the wall. I was readjusting myself, pulling my trousers up, buttoning my shirt.
“Shall we go and see about that train?” she chirped and skipped to the doorway.
“Yayy!! It’s arriving in five minutes now!” she said and disappeared out of the waiting room.
Moments later I stumbled out onto the platform, blinking in the sunlight and still reeling from my waiting room experience, pulling my overnight case behind me. The barriers were starting to come down on a road crossing further down the track, indicating that the train was imminent.
I was surprised to see that she was over near the car park, chatting cheerily with an elderly couple who had appeared. God knows how long they had been there, and what they might have heard. Or seen?
I figured I should approach the only other people on the platform, including the young girl happily carrying a few weeks’ worth of my pent-up sperm in her ass.
“Thank you for looking after me!” she said as I neared and as the train approached the platform, slowing down.
“Um…. it was a pleasure,” looking at the old couple nodding, smiling.
She seemed oblivious to the fact that I had penetrated her in all three holes only minutes earlier. I could only assume this wasn’t an unusual occurrence for her.
As we waited for the train doors to open, the four of us, huddled together in front of the doors closest to the car park, I felt her fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my trousers.
The smell of her, the thought of that butt plug stemming the flow of my cum from her ass, had caused me to thicken again. As if sensing it, she found my shaft and ran a fingernail along its length. I groaned and the elderly couple shot me strange disapproving looks.
The doors opened and she jumped on first. As I followed, she grabbed my hand, pulling me into a couple of seats at the end of the carriage. The couple headed in the other direction, and we were pretty much alone. I sat in the window seat as she nestled herself in next to me.
“I’ve got three stops, Daddy,” she said as her fingers swiftly undid my zipper and fished my hardening cock out.
In a second her head was in my lap as her soft lips enveloped me, teasing my head for a moment before sliding all the way down my shaft until she had all of me down her throat. I sat back and stared down the central aisle of the carriage as the happy gurgling and gagging noises coming from this gorgeous little slut’s throat got louder.
My hips were thrusting up to push myself as far into her hungry mouth as possible, but my eyes were fixed on the rest of the train, terrified at the thought of other passengers happening upon us. I moved my hand to the back of her head and fucked that sweet mouth, feeling the welling up of cum in my balls for the second time.
The train pulled into the next station and I looked aghast as the platform appeared on our side of the train, the window flashing past waiting passengers as her head bobbed up and down on me.
We drew to a halt and the carriage doors opened. I pulled gently at the braids at the back of her head and she looked up at me, panting, beaming the smile of a very happy girl.
“I want your cum in my throat, Daddy,” she said breathlessly, just as a middle-aged woman moved past us, looking for a seat. There were plenty of free ones, but with a disapproving look at us, me holding my hands over my crotch, my companion with sweat and spittle on her face, the woman moved back down the carriage in the other direction.
As the woman disappeared, my cock was engulfed again in those soft lips. She was an expert cocksucker and it was only a matter of minutes before I felt the familiar urge deep inside that meant I was about to shoot my load.
Just as I felt myself reaching the point of no return, though, the train started to slow again and I heard the driver announcing the next stop. I grabbed her head, trying to pull her off again, but she wasn’t having it, and my body wanted her to continue too.
As passengers appeared through the windows again I groaned as I released myself down the throat of my little slut.
She kept bobbing, sucking, until she had every last drop of my cum, and pulled her head up proudly, smacking her lips, as the doors opened again.
This time the passengers searching for a seat were a young couple who seemed too wrapped up in themselves to bother about us, and they settled into the seats across the aisle from us.
“Mmmmmm thank you, Daddy!” she squealed as she sat up and straightened herself out. The young girl across from us shot us a quick look as she heard that, but looked away again.
“My stop next, Daddy,” she said as her fingers played affectionately with my softening cock, smiling up at me. Pulling out a mirror, she cleaned her face up as the young girl shot furtive looks across.
The driver announced the next station was three minutes away, and she busied herself in her bag as the train began to slow. Jumping up, she pulled her bag over her shoulder and then bent down, leaning in toward me.
“Call me next time you visit your friends, Daddy,” she said as she kissed me full on the lips. The taste of my own cum filled her beautiful mouth as her tongue toyed with mine.
As she broke from the kiss and the doors opened, she thrust something into my hand.
She skipped down the aisle and out of the doors onto the platform, and in a moment she was gone. I looked t what she had put in my hands. It was those white tanga panties, folded neatly.
I unfolded them to find a piece of paper. It said simply ‘Becky’ and her mobile number. I smiled as I opened my phone and texted Mike to say we really should catch up again soon.
