The train waited in the platform; it was just minutes before it was due to leave. From the locomotive clouds of steam and a steady stream of smoke. All the sights and sounds of a railway engine ready for the off. The door to Hector's usual compartment from the platform opened and in stepped Tom Headman, nodding at his usual travelling companions.
Hector put down his evening paper for a moment. Tom Headman smiled, "I know, you were hoping for someone else!"
And the men very much were hoping. The prospect of carrying on from the day before certainly uppermost in their minds. The idea that it might not just be Hector Stubbs' fingers playing 'doctor' with their new travelling companion. The train lurched and began its journey. Unfortunately, it rather looked like the men were going to be disappointed. The train gathered speed leaving the station and rattling out over the many points. It seemed the girl had missed the train. But no, the door to the corridor opened and in came Zephyrine, her chest rising and falling as she panted. She had only just caught the train. Had entered further back down the train and walked up along the corridor. Room was made for her between Tom Headman and Frederick Trowse.
Papers were folded and the gentlemen looked expectantly at the girl. Out of Tom Headman's briefcase came... 'briefs' -- thick, grey woollen knickers, washed and neatly pressed.
"Oh yes, thank you." And they were tucked away in Zephyrine's satchel.
"Did you play some more when you went to bed?" James Marlston going straight from the hint of the return of the knickers to the point.
"Of course. Not as good as having your fingers, sir," she said looking at Hector, "but it helps me sleep and I like it. Might you do that again?"
The journey was just beginning. There was plenty of time. Time for all of the gentlemen to play within Zephyrine's skirt, all to use their fingers upon and in her.
"Of course, Zephyrine, when you're ready. Shall we remove your knickers for you?"
"Oooh, please." Such a simple invitation -- to 'do that again', but so pleasing to the businessmen. The girl sitting opposite Hector. He would not have been as direct as James Marlston. He would not have asked so quickly but now the question was asked and answered, the opportunity just so wonderful. Hector reached out, touching both of Zephyrine's bare knees above her white socks, at their sides, and then began sliding both hands up into her skirt. Within the compartment four penises firmed, the sexuality of what they were seeing, or, in Hector's case, feeling, so coming to them. As Hector's hands went higher, the girl lifted her bottom from the seat enabling, when his fingers slid over the sides of the knickers for him to grasp their elasticated top and tug downwards. Out from the skirt came a pair matching those seen the day before. Hector leant forward and down to untie Zephyrine's shoelaces, his face going forward almost into the knickers around her knees.
Shoes undone, the knickers came off. Hector leant back in his seat and smiled at Zephyrine. "That makes things easier." It did, of course, but not actually that difficult for male fingers to probe within knickers, there are plentiful ways in! "Who would you like to begin? We are all happy to play doctor!"
Zephyrine looked around. She must have realised that her invitation would extend to all of the men, but she asked Hector to 'go first.' He was not loath to repeat his actions. His fingers returning under her skirt, this time to the inside of her knees and then upwards along her inner thighs, as he had done the day before. Not as wet as then, but only to start with. Young women, young ladies -- girls even -- have a ready wetness. It came, wetting Hector's touching and probing fingers. It was not long before he could slide a finger into the girl, easing it in and out like a small penis. He looked up at the girl, watching her face as he worked her.
"May I?" Asked James Marlston, seated beside Hector, the other side of the compartment from Zephyrine. Not a man to be holding back. His hand slipping under Zephyrine's skirt even before Hector had removed his. One hand came out, and another hand went in. Indeed, one finger out and it was not long before another finger went in! Zephyrine's thighs went wider, and she leant back in her seat, her head going up and her gaze on the ceiling, clearly rather lost in the feeling. Did she notice Tom Headman's hand touch her knee and then venture under and into the pleated skirt causing James Marlston's to be withdrawn. Zephyrine's head did come down and her eyes focused on her moving skirt as he found the soft, yielding wetness and she felt a slightly different 'technique.'
A fourth man's hand, Frederick Trowse's, a little later made its way under and up the schoolgirl's skirt. He had been encouraged by the others. Had seemed a little reticent of 'taking the plunge.' He had barely started to feel when the sound of 'tickets please' came from outside, not immediately outside but quite close along the corridor, the sound too of the next compartment's door being slid back. The hand was withdrawn, Zephyrine smoothed her skirt and fumbled in her blazer pocket for her ticket and the men sat back perhaps a little red faced and searched for their own tickets.
Stan, the conductor, pulled back the door, "Evening gentlemen, miss."
Did he notice anything unusual, did he have any idea what had just been going on? There was perhaps a slight frown but he said nothing more than he usually did. It was only after he left that Hector realised Zephyrine's grey knickers were sitting on the seat next to him, right by his trouser leg. His trousers were grey and striped. The knickers too were grey. Had the conductor noticed? Had he perhaps noticed a particular tension in the room, a rather flushed look on Zephyrine and the gentlemen's faces? Had he discerned the grey knickers?
"Come on Trowse, back to work," said James Marlston as the conductor disappeared back down the train.
Frederick Trowse's hand touched the girl's knee and then slid back under the skirt, Zephyrine's eyes opened wide and she smiled, "So good," she said, "Oh please, some more! I like, so much."