Susan considered the young man's proposal. She had no intention of accepting, but, her already purring libido snarled like a big cat. His offer had shocked her; his audacity had been breathtaking, especially considering his youth; Susan could feel the pulse of interest between her thighs. However adventurous she believed herself to be, her suburban chains held fast.
Besides, she had other business.
"I'm sure you're sincere," she demurred, smiling despite the traitorous clenching of her sex. "But a party with you and your three friends ...? In your barracks ...? I'm flattered you find me attractive enough to ask, but no, I don't think so."
The young man grinned at her and swigged from the can in his fist. He shrugged: "No harm in asking, eh?" He gave a bold wink and stood. Then, swaying with the jerking motion of the train, he rejoined his friends further along the carriage.
Susan settled back into the seat and indulged in a little fantasy reel as the train clattered rudely onwards through the warm, summer twilight towards Hampshire.
What if she had agreed? Four fit young men ... simultaneously?
Susan shifted and wriggled while the warmth inside her knickers spread; she felt an insidious trickle and pressed a hand against her body. She could feel the heat even through her underwear and light, cotton dress.
"Filthy cow," she muttered, still cupping her mound.
Susan's admiring quartet alighted at an anonymous station; the train jolted and continued on its way. Like a meerkat, Susan stretched to check the carriage. She was alone.
Her hand slithered back to the place between her legs, Susan moaned with arousal and grew reckless as her enflamed ardour burned hotter and, without thinking, she lifted the hem of the dress, sliding her hand under the elastic of her damp panties. Her fingers against her smooth mons, Susan pressed again, but this time allowed herself the illicit pleasure of sliding her middle finger between the sticky folds of her labia. The fingertip slipped across her clitoris and she gasped.
Susan slid her knickers down her legs after another paranoid inspection confirmed she was indeed alone in the carriage. She stepped out of the garment and pushed the damp scrap into her bag.
Slumped back in her seat Susan rubbed herself urgently while images of the four squaddies, naked and hard, sprang to mind.
"Oh, god!" she cried imagining their erections waving in front of her face.
Those men in my mouth ... Taking them in turn between my legs ...
Susan thrust three fingers inside herself as her desperation heightened; her other, busy hand rubbed at her hard clit.
She was close ... so close ...
Susan sensed his presence -- a shadow beyond her closed eyelids. Her eyes opened.
