A hard day at work. Hector Stubbs was pleased to leave the office and make his way along rain-soaked streets, dodging puddles, and into the high roofed hall of the great railway station with its fine hotel. He smiled. How good it would be to stay overnight; reserve a room at the hotel and eat in the mirrored restaurant. He did not envisage being alone. Not at all. The other diners thinking he was perhaps treating his daughter or a niece. The pigtailed schoolgirl sitting there in her smart uniform, her face animated as she talked excitedly about perhaps school, holidays or maybe hockey or netball. And afterwards in their room, naked in the double bed, hard penis against her fresh young skin, perhaps teaching her how to roll a condom down a turgid erection. Pleasant thoughts and more than enough to cause an erection. Hector walked down the long platform fully erect. All safely obscured by the thick suiting of his pinstripe trousers. The sight of Zephyrine already sitting in the final compartment a delight.
"Ego amore sugentem verpa," said the girl looking up from her book to Hector, "is that right?"
"I wouldn't say that to your Latin teacher."
"I don't think Miss Shaw would know a penis if one was stuck in her face!"
Of course, Hector did not know the lady, but he was not so sure about that. Young people often thought older people naïve or not worldly wise. The lady might appear maiden but that might hide very interesting secrets back from her younger days. She might have been disappointed in love or all sorts of things. How might a mature Zephyrine appear to her future children or others? They would have no knowledge or idea just what the eighteen-year-old version of Zephyrine had got up to on the train!
"I did something really naughty last night."
"Yes?" asked Hector, settling himself in his seat.
"I did something quite different for me. Usually, I lie back in my bed and play. I open my legs and let my hand fall between them, and I let them get wider and wider."
Hector looked at the window. Where were the others? They would like to hear the story. "Do you want to show me how?" he suggested. Once the train started moving of course. Might she pull her skirt up and show with fingers over knickers? He turned from the window and leant forward towards her. He knew he would tell her to take her knickers off. Knew if she did so he would ensure his moustache got drenched with schoolgirl juice.
The train gave a lurch and began to move. Where were the other gentlemen? Perhaps they were late joining the train. Perhaps they would appear along the corridor.
But they did not. It was to be just Hector and Zephyrine.
"Well?"
The girl lifted her skirt up from her knees, up and up and then curled her fingers between her open thighs, palm resting on her mons veneris, fingers bent and clearly stirring against the woollen knickers.
"You wouldn't have your knickers on."
The girl grinned, "I like having them taken down by older gentlemen. I like being told what to do."
Hector could not resist reaching to pull the revealed knickers down and off the girl's lovely long legs. Fingers grasping the soft grey wool and tugging where the elastic held them tight around her tummy. A delight to see her help by lifting her bottom up and off the seat. Zephyrine eased them down over her knees and on towards her sensible shoes and then off, to allow her to better part her legs. So good to watch her fingers now curl into the soft folds of her sex, moving gently with purpose. Hector sat there watching, "So what, my dear, was really naughty last night?"
The girl's eyes sparkled, "I have an old wooden bed with bedposts, and I've thought, certainly now having seen..." her eyes dropped to Hector's trousers, particular where his erection was already straining against the material, "... how your, and the other gentlemen's penises, look when... erect." It was lovely how Zephyrine said that single word -- erect. It was remarkably good just hearing certain words coming from her mouth. Words like, 'erect' or 'penis' or, indeed, 'Ego amore sugentem verpa' -- 'I like sucking cock!'
Obvious where the girl's story was leading but Hector encouraged, "and what do the bedposts look like?"
A giggle, "a bit like four erect penises. The ones at my head rather high, I'd need a couple of chairs, but those at the foot of the bed... I can mount! And that's what I did last night."
"I can't imagine they are really like... penises. Far too large and surely square in cross section, not sort of round."
"Not really like, but the knobs at the tops are rounded and sort of right. There are then concentric rings of wood below before the posts proper, which get rather wide so, no, not six inch, um, poles or..."
"Truncheons?" ventured Hector. It was exciting imagining the young lass climbing up on a pair of chairs and mounting. Not good to imagine her making the mistake of toppling over one or even both chairs and being stuck atop the bedpost, legs hanging, wooden cock pressing up into her. Perhaps her mother finding her naked and mounted -- pinned like a butterfly! Or indeed her father... naked breasts, naked everything and with a wooden truncheon so very visibly and probably by then very uncomfortably, up inside her.
Hector thought of asking Zephyrine how old the bed was. Perhaps she was not the first girl to have the idea. Were the tops of the bedposts perhaps well-polished? "Was that good?" He paused, "Did it -- or they -- go in easily?"
The girl nodded, "I think there was about three inches of rounded wood, all polished and... that went in and the feeling..." The girl's fingers slid into herself by way of emphasis.
"Daddy's not collecting me tonight. Mummy, my brother and he are away. I thought... I said one of you gentlemen had said you'd walk me home." She looked down at her feet, "I made it up."
"Of course I will," said Hector, suddenly terribly excited, he could plead unexpected work or missing the train, though usually he would have telephoned.
