Would they like that? The gentlemen could not help, she knew, getting stiff with her being naked and washing herself with a sponge right in front of them. They were men, yet they were being so kind and polite. She really could not have wished for better travelling companions except, perhaps, had they been ladies.
Might they think her suggestion, a suggestion to make themselves more comfortable, rather rude? She just wished them to be comfortable, as the sandy-haired man had wished her to be comfortable in offering his water and sponge to let her wash away her stickiness and sweat. Would they think her suggestion rude? Would it be rude sitting there with their stiff penises out of their flies, comfortably unrestrained -- Eleanor supposed it would be. Really, penises-out-rude. Was her nakedness rude or just natural? Erections were natural. Men had them all the time, she understood. It could not be comfortable having them squashed and perhaps bent like that.
Eleanor paused, sponge to her pussy, and looked up. "I don't know because I'm not a man..." She recommenced her sponging, drawing the creamy yellow sponge, all soft with all those holes that sponges have, through her lips, between her thighs, wetting and cooling, running over her, lifting and squeezing, so it left her generous, blond, pubic hair all wet and shiny. "... but isn't it uncomfortable for you, having all your erect penises..."
There were protestations, but it was so clear, so obvious that every man Jack of them was fully tumescent, was indeed erect.
"No," she said, "I can see, I've upset you all. I'm so sorry. But wouldn't it be more comfortable, they look awfully squashed, if you let them out?"
Rather shocked faces. Glances at the compartment's door and then back to Eleanor. "We couldn't possibly" from one. "But you'll see..." from another. "We'd all see each others'..." trailed off a third, seemingly more concerned at showing his erect cock to his colleagues than to getting it out in front of a young woman! The sandy haired man, though, smiled and said, "It would, indeed, be more comfortable for me. If you really don't mind?" Perhaps surprising that he took her suggestion so in his stride, not as shocked or fazed as the other gentlemen. A ready acceptance of her offer clearly coming from him.
Eleanor did not at all mind. Actually, she was quite intrigued to know what all the different gentlemen's organs looked like. Would they rather match the men's appearance? The sandy haired man with his silver rimmed round glasses was quite tall and slim. Would his penis match, would it be tall and slender, the knob perhaps pale and pointed. And what of the bearded, tending to portly, gentleman? Not a tall man. Would his erection be rather stubby, but thick, its head large and rounded, perhaps a ruddy colour tending to the purple. And would his pubic hair match his beard, sprouting out, with his scrotum all hairy and the dark curls spreading up the shaft? Another of the gentlemen was all bald, at least his shiny pate was all shaved, when he moved the bottom of his scalp and neck it was all rather wrinkled - thick wrinkles of skin. Clean shaven and with twinkling blue eyes and a ready smile. Well, she was not so sure a penis could 'twinkle' but it could have prominent blue veins; she could certainly imagine a generous foreskin showing considerable wrinkles of thick skin when drawn back, and, of course, his knob could so match his head, shiny and so smooth. The little slit might permanently seem to be smiling!
And as to the last man, ginger haired and rather prone to leaning forward, his shoulders rather rounded. A poor posture, perhaps a result of his height. Another tall man. Was the penis in his trousers like that? Long and curving forward. Not all penises were straight, many curved. Some backwards, some forwards, some to the side. Eleanor had seen pictures. And would his pubic hair be as red as that on his head? Would it be the same, lighter or darker? Her friend Linda had ginger hair, long ginger hair but the vee between her thighs was darker, a deep ginger. Eleanor knew all about that, knew her friend's body, not just from schooldays with Netball, gym and hockey, but from sleepovers. It was Linda who had the pictures, Linda who had lots of interesting things to look at. How often had they looked and read, sitting or lying naked together, playing with their own pussies, having lovely orgasms together. It wasn't that they didn't like boys -- huh! But it was nice to have private girl time and to jill together. Eleanor was sure boys did the same with the same result, only not such a contained liquid outcome -- though Linda dripped enough to need to sit or lie on a towel! Eleanor thought he would be like Linda -- darker in his pubic hair and, yes, rather prone to dripping!
Would the gentlemen's penises be like she imagined? She did not speculate out loud, simply saying, "No, of course, I don't mind. You are all being so kind and helpful. I don't want to put you to any more trouble or cause discomfort."
It was the sandy haired man who moved first. A leisurely reach and a slow undoing of buttons. "Are you sure, quite sure?"
Eleanor nodded. She gave her permission.
He reached inside, adjusting himself and then took his hand away, having ensured the way was clear for his penis to exit his fly. And exit it did, first a pale, pointed glans appeared and then the shaft, it just rose up out of the sandy-haired man's trousers. A pole rising up, straight as anything -- and long, it rather kept coming out of his fly. "Well, there we are!" he said, "That certainly feels better, not at all squashed. Thank you, Eleanor, I hope it does not offend?"
It was certainly rude, sticking up like that, sticking up rude! It was, though, nice to see. And Eleanor was pleased her surmise about the gentleman's penis had been so right. Would it be the same for the others?
"Crumbs!" said one of the other gentlemen. "Crikey," said another. "You've really got it out, Bowcock."
The sandy-haired man shrugged his shoulders, "Much more comfortable, Myford, your turn next."
Myford, the dark haired and portly gentleman seemed about to protest but then shrugged his shoulders, looked at Eleanor rather apologetically, even if his eyes dropped quickly from face to breasts as he unbuttoned. The man did not undo his belt but unclipped the top of his trousers allowing the two leaves greater freedom to move apart. His hand went in, and he pulled not just penis but balls out as well. The whole assembly! All was so as Eleanor had expected. A penis to match the man. Certainly rigid, a cannon angled across the compartment or, perhaps, more of a mortar, short and wide. The head, so thick and oversailing, not ruddy but deeply purple. The man's balls barely visible under the mass of dark curls. A real nest for the penis.
"Crumbs," said the ginger haired gentleman again. That's a real battering ram you've got there, Myford. "Suppose I'd better..."
A third reveal. Eleanor wondered what it would be like if the situation was somewhat reversed, four girls revealing themselves to a man. But why would the man get naked in the first place; what was his need to change? Perhaps the man had been running and now needed to get his running gear off and into his suit. All sweaty with singlet and little shorts clinging to him, might one of the girls offer a sponge and water? Might the man have been a real Adonis, a delight to the feminine eye causing all four girls to moisten -- get wet in their knickers. Schoolgirls perhaps, but senior girls in uniform.
Unlike men and boys, girls did not get uncomfortable, well in the same way, their clitorises not large enough to get uncomfortably constrained. Even Linda's rather large organ did not have that problem but was certainly something to see, all framed in her pretty red curls. For girls it could, perhaps, be a little uncomfortable to be all wet when sexual excitement had passed but that required a sponge not an exposing of pussies as such. Perhaps the girls might wish to wash their pussies with the sponge after the man had finished, wash away their excitement, but, thought Eleanor more likely they might expose themselves simply in order to make the naked young man erect. They would like to see that, she thought. Or do just that to keep him hard. Fresh stimulus -- pussy after pussy, quim after quim, and no doubt breast after breast. Might they want to see if they could keep him stiff the whole journey. Would they wish to feel him -- eventually -- and make him cum?
The ginger haired man followed Myford in undoing trousers, not just fly. Eleanor had been substantially right, again. A long penis appeared but it curved outwards away from his stomach not inwards and his ginger curls both behind penis and their dusting over his balls were a lighter colour than his hair. Quite a sight. Different from Linda, in many ways!
One more to go, the fourth gentleman shrugged his shoulders, smiled rather sheepishly at Eleanor, and reached for his fly. Safety in numbers maybe, a reluctance to be first or even second at exposure. And Eleanor was right again! What an excellent judge of penises she was proving to be! The man's penis was as she had anticipated. His half-uncovered knob simply shone, and was the slit smiling at her? Well, perhaps. Masses of wrinkled skin forming a more than generous foreskin and to the shaft their were rather prominent blue veins.
"Now isn't that better?" Eleanor beamed at the four seated gentlemen, all with their turgid penises sticking up out of their flies. She put down the sponge and water bottle and reached under her bra and knickers for her tee shirt as a makeshift towel. Four sets of eyes watched as she bent to pick up the tee shirt, four sets of eyes stared at her backside as her cheeks opened a little as she bent. Eleanor rubbed the cotton over her damp skin -- all over. That was carefully watched too. There was no lessening of male tumescence.
"I feel all refreshed, you know, ready for anything."
It was time for the make-up. "I wish I had a table," she said but she was doing pretty well, all things considered, having found a private -- well, semi-private railway compartment to change in. To have a table as well would be a bit greedy! There was, though, a hint of a table next to the window, enough to put tea or coffee cups and saucers on for those by the window, or, indeed, lipstick, mascara and so on.
"Do you want to use this?" asked Mr Bowcock, getting up from his seat by the window.
"Well, if I could."
Not all the men needed to stand to let her sit by the window. Just Mr Bowcock and the tall, ginger haired man sitting next to him. The latter too stood, and both of them shuffled along. Eleanor squeezed between them and the other gentlemen opposite, between the pairs of knees of those sitting and the two standing gentlemen. Whether deliberate on his part or not, Eleanor felt the brush of Mr Bowcock's smooth knob upon her thigh as she went past. A definite intake of breath from him and a sigh. First contact -- a mature penis and naked young woman. Eleanor had kept the tee shirt with her to sit upon, rather than sit upon the coarse material of the railway carriage seat, together. The gentlemen could hardly now look out of the window to avoid seeing her body. She was very much at the window, the sunlight falling upon her. They would be looking at her.
