Prologue
Our hero in this story is Tom, a six foot tall, thirty something ex football player, who now travels around the world picking up odd jobs for friends or people he has met over the years.
He retired when he ruptured his Achilles tendon but he keeps himself in good shape.
Oh, and he loves the ladies!
Story
All characters in this story are over 18.
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Tom has been in Edinburgh for a business meeting. A nice summers day had been forecast, so he is dressed in beige chinos, brown brogues, a white open colour shirt and blue blazer. With his tanned skin, he looks quite the city dapper.
His meeting overran and so he is now on the last train back to Leeds in Yorkshire that is just leaving the station 9.30pm. There are not many passengers getting on the train so he chooses a group of 4 seats with a table, sits in the aisle seat with his back to the direction of travel, puts his bag on the window seat next to him and hopes nobody decides to join him.
After a long day and with a two and half hour journey ahead, he decides to have a snooze. He leaves his tickets on the table in front of him in case the Guard should come to check them.
After an hour or so, he wakes and is relieved to see that no one chose to sit at his table. He looks out of the window but it is pitch black outside so the window acts as a mirror.
Immediately he sees the reflection of a beautiful young girl. She is sat diagonally opposite him in the group of four seats across the aisle from him. She is also alone. He turns to look at her across the train to see that she is looking at him, so he smiles and she smiles back.
A little embarrassed, he returns to looking out the window and the reflection of her. By the time he does so, the girl has unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse. She is looking straight at his reflection as she slides her left hand into the top of the blouse and starts to rub her right breast.
It is difficult to tell how old she is, but she looks too mature to be wearing what appears to be a school uniform.
It is also difficult to tell how tall she as she is seated but Tom reckons she must be around 5 8. She is slim and has her long blonde hair pinned up. The blouse is quite loose fitting, but from the glimpses he is getting of her tits and bra as she fondles herself, he reckons she is at least a 36C. One thing is for sure, she is a stunner!
They continue to stare at each other's reflection and she continues to stroke her breasts such that only he can see, Tom's cock is now tenting in his pants.
As the train approaches Berwick on Tweed it looks all the passengers in the carriage are collecting up their belongings to leave the train. To Tom's disappointment it looks like the girl is too. And indeed, as the train pulls into the station, she joins the queue to leave by the doors behind him
Tom can now see that she is wearing a very short, pleated blue and green tartan skirt, a pair of pure white, knee length, white cotton socks and sensible, navy blue shoes, with a small heel, to go with the navy school blazer and white blouse.
The train jerks to a stop as she is passing his seat and she pretends to stumble and fall. As she does so she places the palm of her left hand in his lap to break her 'fall', right on his swollen cock.
"So sorry!" she proffers as she squeezes his manhood. And then she is gone.
Or so Tom thought!
As the train leaves the station the girl suddenly re-appears from behind him.
"Looks like we are the only left in the carriage now, mind if I join you?" She asks. But before he can answer she brushes past him, plonks herself in the seat opposite and throws her back on the window seat next to her.
Immediately Tom notices that the next button down on her blouse has been undone and from the flashes of bare breast he was getting, as she starts to take off her blazer, it was obvious that she had removed that lily-white bra. "What is this little vixen up to?" He muses.
Once she has taken off her blazers she stands up and reaches to place it on the overhead luggage rack, above where Tom is sitting, out of the way. As she does so, her very short skirt rises up and Tom is certain he catches a glimpse of a shaven teenage pussy. "She's not wearing any knickers!"
Once sorted she sits down and once again slips a hand, inside her blouse and resumes fondling her pert tits. As she does so, Tom catches sight of an erect nipple.
"Is your cock still as hard as it was a few minutes ago mister?" She asks, looking at the bulge in the front of his chinos.
Tom just responds with a big grin.
"Why not show me then?" She asks nicely. "It might make you feel a bit more comfortable."
"What if someone should come? He asks.
"Was that pun intended?" She grins, and Tom goes red.
"No, I mean what if someone comes into the carriage.
"I doubt that. No one got on at the last station so the Guard won't be coming to check tickets. I bet there is hardly any one else left on this train now.
So Tom unzips his flies, slides his hands inside and pulls out his cock which is only semi hard due to being constrained in his pants
"Oh My God! It's huge and it is not fully hard." She screeches. "It's so much longer than my boyfriends. It must be at least 10 inches! And such a big fucking girth. It reminds me of Danny's D's cock." Says the girl "I can't wait to tell my guy l have had a fucking horse cock in my tight little pussy."
"Who said I am going fuck you?"
"Well don't you want to get you hands on these?" She asks, pulling open the top of blouse to show of her gorgeous, 36C pink breasts and the dark coloured erect nipples. "And don't you want a piece of this?" She asks using one hand to grab the hem of her skirt up and the other to slip a long, slender finger along the length of her perfect shaped labia; the black painted nail extension contrasting with her pinkness.
She looks at Tom now and he looks back at her as he wraps a hand around the middle of his cock and starts to stroke it. As he does so, he imagines the sight of her pussy from behind and splitting the perfect peach shape with his big thick cock.
"So do you want to fuck me mister? She asks, her words breaking his daydream. "Are you going to make a young girl cum?" She asks extending her foot under the table and placing in his groin.
"Where do you suggest we do that?"
"Why not here? I can perch on the edge of the table and you stand in front, that way you will be able to keep a look out both ways down the train just in case someone should be on the move. Take you jacket off but keep your pants around your ankles so if anybody does come this way it won't take us long to regroup. "Come on, let's give a go shall we." She suggests, rising from her seat and lifting the hem of her skirt she tucks it into the waistband front and back.
Tom can now see her tight little ass and he cute shaven pussy. He doesn't need to stroke his cock any longer; it is rock hard and throbbing at the thought of coupling with this nubile vixen.
Now he stands up and moves round in front of his target. As she perches that cute little ass on the edge of the table, she reaches up and removes the pins from her blonde hair so it spills down on to her shoulders. She then places her hands on the table to her sides to provide stability; he pushes his chinos and boxers down so they slide around his ankles.
"Are you sure you want some of this?" he asks menacingly, taking hold of his shaft in the middle and pulling the foreskin back to reveal the huge, bulbous head.
"You bet." She answers as she slides a finger along her moist labia.
He moves forward, full of lust for this wanton little witch. He stands between her outstretched legs and slaps the big cockhead down on her bulging clit. She groans as pleasure surges through her lower abdomen, so he does it again and again and again, receiving a low groan as payment each time.
Now he presses the tip onto her clit and slowly slides it down between her labia lips, pushing slightly forward from the hips. As soon as he feels a bit of give, he pushes from the hips forcing the head and a short length of his thick, equine cock into her pussy. She flinches and squeals. Her chute is very tight, despite it being very wet.
"Try again." She commands, taking her right hand off the table and sliding it between her thighs to rub her clit in the hope it will juice up her pussy even more.
As ordered, Tom withdraws slightly before thrusting forward again and sliding another couple of inches of shaft into her.
"Jeez, it is big." She curses. "But keep going mister!"