Jane on a Train

Twenty-year-old Jane Hopkins was a student at Exeter University studying Art History. An orphan from the age of thirteen, she had lived with her Great Aunt Mabel in the Devon countryside. She achieved well at school, winning a place at University, the first time she would have to live away from home.

Being very shy and innocent, although very mature, University life had been a real eye-opener to her and as a result had kept herself very much to herself. This also resulted in her very conservative choice of clothing. None of the tight, revealing, skimpy clothing that most of her contemporaries wore, but large baggy jumpers, long skirts and the like, which most definitely hid the womanly charms underneath.

Having successfully completed her third year, Great Aunt Mabel decided that to enhance Jane's knowledge she should visit some of the great Art Galleries of Europe to see the masterpieces she was learning about at first hand. Providing the money for Jane to go inter-railing round Europe, they sat and worked out an itinerary to take her to London, Paris, Barcelona, Florence and Amsterdam before returning home.

The trip from Exeter to London had been very uneventful and Jane had spent almost a week camped in The National Gallery, The Tate Britain, Somerset House and several others, agog at the wonderful masterpieces hanging before her.

All too soon it was time for her to travel on to Paris and arriving at St. Pancras in plenty of time she bought herself a coffee and sat writing a postcard to Aunt Mabel, briefly outlining where she had visited and thanking her again for allowing her such an amazing experience. With fifteen minutes to go before departure, Jane posted the card and boarded her train.

Finding her carriage and seat was relatively easy, and as she removed her rucksack, she couldn't help but notice that in a seat on the opposite side of the carriage was a very attractive young man who seemed to be buried in his laptop. Turning towards her own seat Jane heaved her rucksack up toward the baggage rack but its ungainly nature made it topple and almost fall from her grasp. Before she could blink, a pair of strong arms appeared and supported the rucksack with apparent ease.

"Here, let me help you with that," offered the young man, accidentally, or maybe intentionally, leaning against Jane as he reached over her to help her with her rucksack.

"Thank you, but I'm sure I'll manage," replied Jane, before she relinquished her struggle and let the man easily lift it up onto the baggage rack.

"Thank you, again" she stammered, embarrassed that she had needed the help, but also because of the strange feeling that had coursed through her body as they had touched.

"My pleasure, I assure you," countered the young man smiling at Jane, obviously wanting the conversation to continue. However, Jane's innocence and embarrassment meant she simply picked up her novel, sat down and began to read in an attempt to settle her racing pulse. A rather disheartened young man returned to his seat and busied himself with his laptop again.

As Jane tried to focus on her book, she was aware that the young man was not quite as focused on his laptop, and she could sense the interested stares she was getting from him.

With seconds to go before the train departed Jane heard a commotion on the platform near her window and glancing out, she could see another young woman about her own age struggling to get on the train with an equally large rucksack. A few seconds later, the woman struggled through the door into the compartment, the disturbance causing all those nearby to look in her direction. Taking it all in her stride the young woman smiled at all the inquisitive faces before glancing at her ticket and around the carriage trying to locate her seat.

With a little cry of glee, she discovered that she had the seat beside the young man, and grinned broadly, as he looked up at her.

"Could I please ask you for some assistance?" she murmured, in a very soft sultry and definitely foreign voice.

As if given an electric shock, the young man was out of his seat and standing beside the young woman in a flash.

"Certainly," he replied, in an all too eager manner, and effortlessly he lifted the rucksack and placed it in the baggage rack above their seats.

The young woman looked lustfully at the young man and gently squeezing his bicep added, "Goodness, you are strong, aren't you."

The young man, now embarrassed, returned to his seat but watched with eyes on stalks as the young woman took her seat beside him. It was not difficult to see why his, and the other males nearby, eyes were on stalks.

This young woman was the antithesis of Jane. Long blonde hair, tied in a ponytail, standing about five foot nine in her trainers (not that Jane was short), she had legs that seemed to go on forever, up into a very short denim mini-skirt. She also had a delicious pair of breasts straining to break free from her cropped top t-shirt, with acres of bare, toned stomach flesh also on view. She was your typical Scandinavian beauty, and she knew it, and how to use it.

Any fleeting interest Jane might have had in the young man, even if she had known how to approach him, evaporated in an instant and she returned her focus to her book.

Soon the train was moving, and the Kent countryside began to flash by. Jane, although interested in her book, was more interested in trying to hear what the young man and woman were saying. About twenty minutes into the journey, and the train was fast approaching the Channel Tunnel when Jane saw the young man give a very noticeable jump and rearranged himself in his seat.

Glancing over at the couple, Jane could see that the young woman was sporting an enticing grin, while the young man appeared to be recovering from a bit of a shock before he too began to smile.

Just as she was about to return to her book, Jane noticed some movement under the table at which her travelling companions were seated. She could clearly see the hand of the young woman, placed firmly in the crotch of the young man, and it was moving backwards and forwards over what appeared to be a significant bulge in the man's trousers.

Jane blushed and returned to reading her book, but the words swam in front of her eyes. Even she knew that the young woman was rubbing the man's cock through his trousers, and she couldn't believe the forwardness, or the risk that the young woman was taking.

A couple more minutes of whispering occurred between the couple and Jane was only able to catch a few snippets that seemed to suggest something about having 'sex under the sea', and the 'need to eat something'. She was very puzzled.

Suddenly, the young woman turned, rose from her seat and then headed out of the carriage. The young man, who was still sporting a rather significant bulge in his jeans, very quickly followed her.

From her knowledge of the train's layout Jane began to assume that the couple had decided to go to the Buffet car to get some food, and so thought nothing more of it. Almost immediately, an announcement came over the intercom to say that the train was just about to enter the Channel Tunnel. Jane had barely enough time to close her book, but as she looked out the window, the countryside replaced by concrete and darkness.

As there would be nothing to see for the next thirty minutes or so, Jane decided now would be a good time to visit the toilets, and she too rose from her seat and left the carriage.

Approaching the toilets, she was relieved to see that they were vacant and approached the first door that was only slightly open. As she was about to take the handle and open it further, she was stopped in her tracks by voices inside the cubicle.

"Fuck...yes...that's so good...eat my pussy!" uttered an excited female voice.

Stepping a little closer, Jane was able to peek in though the slight gap in the door. There in front of her was the young woman, standing with her bum half perched on the sink, with the young man's head buried between her thighs under her very short skirt.

Jane almost gasped aloud at the sight and covered her shocked mouth with her hand, but it was not fast enough, and the young woman, who opened her eyes to stare directly at Jane before breaking out into a great big grin and winking, noticed the slightest of gasps that escaped. Jane could feel herself turn a very dark shade of beetroot and knew that she should close the door and run, but she felt transfixed to the spot.

She was a twenty-year-old woman, who had never had any significant kind of sexual intimacy, and there in front of her were a couple who had only just met performing a sex act, she was in complete turmoil, and of even greater embarrassment, she could feel her own pussy begin to tingle again.

Unable to tear her eyes away, she watched as the young woman grabbed the man by the hair and lifted him to stand before her. From the open door, Jane had almost a side on view of the couple and she watched fascinated as the woman lifted her leg closest to the door high into the air, almost on to the man's shoulder. In this position, Jane could not help but see the young woman's pussy and again almost gasped as she realised that she appeared to have no pubic hair.

The next thing she saw was almost as frightening. She saw the young woman reach down between her legs and suddenly the young man's engorged cock was in full view. It was the first one Jane had ever seen, and she was mesmerised. Even more so when the young woman quickly lined it up with her pussy.

"Go on; fuck me with your big cock. Shove it up into my pussy!" she hissed.

The young man did not hesitate and pushed forward, steadily burying the first four or five inches deep into the awaiting receptacle.

"OH...GOD! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, as with another two quick thrusts the young man buried the remainder deep into her. Opening her eyes again, the young woman looked straight at Jane and smiled.

"That feels so good, so big" she whispered, and Jane knew that was said for her benefit and not the man's. Jane stood mesmerized watching the long thick glistening rod begin to piston in and out of the young woman's pussy. She could hear the slight squelching sound as the pussy juices were expelled from the grasping orifice.

The young man now seemed to be in a frenzy, and he began to fuck the young woman fast. There was no love involved, purely lust and he wanted to come very quickly. So did the young woman, and continuing to watch Jane, she too let herself go and rushed towards her own orgasm.

As the man was about to come, the young woman suddenly slipped off the sink to kneel on the floor in front of him, taking both Jane and the young man by surprise. On her knees, she quickly lifted her little t-shirt to expose her beautiful breast tightly encased in a white lacy half-cup bra.

"Come on my tits!" she pleaded, and taking his cock in his hand it only took two or three rapid tugs, and with a grunt, Jane watched for the first time as a man ejaculated, amazed as the thick ropes of come blasted against the tanned skin.

As the young man's cum stopped shooting out and began to ooze from his cock, the young woman leant forward and took the slowly shrinking cock into her mouth, savouring the salty fluid. At this point, Jane did not know whether to be amazed or disgusted but felt she had now seen more than enough. Slowly and quietly, she pulled the door over, and quickly moved into the next vacant toilet.

Lifting her long skirt and drawing down her plain white knickers, she was surprised to find them soaking wet and sticking to her pussy. Her nostrils were also suddenly assaulted for the first time by the pungent womanly smell of her own sex. As she peed, she gingerly rubbed her fingers over the soaking wet material of her knickers, and out of curiosity lifted her fingers to her nose to again smell the heady aroma.

As she dried herself after her pee, she was suddenly enveloped in another novel sensation, as she wiped the rough tissue paper over her engorged clit, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through her vagina, she had her first minor orgasm.

Jane was bewildered. Why should she be feeling all these weird sensations, and why did she find watching the young couple so exciting?

Returning to the carriage and her seat, she found the young couple already there. Jane was unable not to look at them, and as she did, she found the young woman grinning at her before winking.

Jane blushed profusely, casting her eyes down away from those of the young woman the first thing she noticed was the damp patches in her t-shirt, which was now obviously clinging to her breasts. Jane knew what had caused the dampness. She blushed more as she felt more fireworks go off in her pussy.

Picking up her book she buried her face in it, determined that she was not going to look up until they reached Paris.

All too soon the train drew into Gare du Nord in Paris, and remaining in her seat until the other passengers had alighted, Jane breathed a sigh of relief that the young woman had not attempted to approach her as she left the carriage. The young woman had again winked at Jane, causing Jane to blush profusely, but looked as if she was going to be spending some more intimate time with the young man over the next couple of days.