He loved travelling and without doubt he also adored the whole feeling of freedom that enveloped him when he stepped out of his door and onto the start of a new adventure. The feeling was tempered by the sense of longing he started to experience, almost immediately, for his darling Suzie, but he knew that she was always behind him in his travels and that whatever adventures he had she would delight in his recounting them.
As a painter and a writer, Rob was constantly on the lookout for new experiences, and this time he knew, deep within himself, that he was going to find what he was looking for. He would have liked to think that all this was true; unfortunately at the tender age of eighteen most of it was pure fantasy. But inside Rob's young head it may as well have been real. Somehow the thought of having a loving woman waiting in trepidation for his eventual return was highly attractive. He had not yet reached the point in his fantasies where he might take her with him, and thus share the wonderful experiences, but we can't be too harsh on the poor lad. After all he is only eighteen and who in their right mind would suggest that he should see himself as part of a couple quite yet?
So what, the reader might ask, was Rob actually embarking on here? Well he was certainly starting out on an adventure. Never before had he had the opportunity to travel without his parents, for any great length of time at least; and now he was off to France.
He'd been sitting on the Newhaven boat train for some thirty minutes now. His friend Simon sat opposite, head nodding in time to his personal stereo, totally oblivious to anything that might be happening around him. It was therefore Rob who first noticed the two girls as they clambered onto the train, hauling massive rucksacks behind them. He knew how they felt as he watched them tugging at the over colourful backpacks, he and Simon had had similar problems pushing and tugging their own packs onto the train.
It was at that moment that it suddenly occurred to him that it might pay to offer these two newcomers a hand. With a quick glance at his friend he shifted himself out of the seat and stumbled up the narrow passageway towards what he now fully comprehended was a very attractive brunette. Her companion he couldn't quite make out at this particular moment, as she was bending down to detach an errant strap from part of a seat. Then as he got closer a wave of pleasure suddenly washed over him as he took in the highly arousing sight of this girl's beautiful bottom as it waggled seductively before him. He felt a stirring in his jeans, and found it extremely difficult to drag his gaze away from this wonderful sight to greet the brunette and to offer his services. Consequently she followed the path of his eyes down to her friend's behind and a little smile started to play over her lips. At last Rob managed to meet her eyes and realising that she'd caught him staring he blushed slightly and rather clumsily stretched out his hand to introduce himself.
Her name was Carla, and her friend, Rob learned, was called Anique. He clearly detected an accent, but couldn't tell where it came from. Suddenly remembering the reason for leaving his seat, Rob asked if he could help the two girls out. Carla smiled broadly and replied, without batting an eyelid, that perhaps he could help Anique before her bottom drove all the men wild. Rob reddened again, but this time he smiled, appreciating Carla's sense of humour, and realising that he was probably onto a good thing here! At this point Anique glanced up with a look of exasperation on her face. She was getting nowhere with the strap and the train was going to take off in a minute or so. Rob got down onto his knees and had a closer look at the problem. At the same moment Anique moved closer as well and before he could fully comprehend his delightful position, Rob found his face pressed close to this stranger's soft cheek. Her hair tickled his chin and as she turned to regard him he felt the warmth of her breath on his neck. A shiver ran through him and Rob knew that at this moment, if he hadn't been brought up to think before acting he would almost certainly have pressed his lips to Anique's and damn the consequences.
It was no coincidence on her part that Anique had ended up in this interesting position. She'd only seen this guy from her upside down viewpoint as he'd made his way towards her and Carla, but she knew she liked what she saw.
Rob paused in his movement and relished the delicious feeling of her flesh against his own. Then with a quick flick of his wrist he pulled the offending strap away from the seat it was caught on and turned and smiled. Anique reddened herself at this point and nervously pushed her blonde hair away from her face. The two of them sat up and Carla clapped as Rob hauled the girls' backpacks up onto a luggage rack.
With the introductions out the way the three travellers made their way up to where Simon was still nodding to his personal stereo. He looked up and gawped as Rob introduced his new friends and sat himself down again. The girls slid into the seat opposite and once again swapped names and destinations. It appeared that Carla and Anique were on their way to Paris as well, and would therefore be taking the same boat as the guys. Rob's heart leaped at the thought of being able to share the journey with these two sweethearts and he nodded conspiratorially at his friend.
Simon smiled broadly and looking Carla straight in the eye he indicated Rob and said 'I reckon Rob thinks we're in here'.
'Well maybe you are!' giggled Carla, blushing. Anique looked down and played with her hair to avoid having to acknowledge the direction this conversation quickly took.
Simon nudged Rob and muttered 'Well done mate!'
The four of them chattered and laughed until an hour or so later the train drew in to the port at Newhaven. Naturally enough the guys could take advantage of the situation and impress the girls some more with their manly lifting, and by the time they reached the upper decks Rob and Simon were both exhausted. They slumped onto a bench seat and smiling, Carla offered to massage their shoulders. She looked over to Anique and although still rather shy her friend nodded and they took up their positions behind the boys.
'Oh man that feels good Carla!' groaned Rob as she dug her fingers into his aching muscles. She moved her hands over his neck and continued to stroke his exposed skin as he melted under her ministrations. Likewise Simon was whimpering as Anique with a surprisingly expert hand massaged his shoulders. Rob noticed that her eyes were closed as she worked so he took the opportunity to study her features. Her blonde hair was fairly long and loose, and her skin was lightly tanned. He ran his eyes down to her neck and noticed that her top, although buttoned, was showing quite a nice bit of cleavage. He felt his cock jerk in his jeans again as his eyes took in her delicious looking breasts. They curved in such a way as to push her nipples forward through the thin material of her shirt. She was obviously wearing a bra, but it was doing nothing to hide her aroused state. Clearly handling Simon's shoulders in this way was having quite a positive affect on her.
Rob wondered if the same was happening to Carla as she massaged him. He looked up at her face above him and she winked as he caught her eye. His cock moved again, and this time she giggled. She'd seen the way she and Anique were affecting him, and it was at that moment that he felt the softness of her breasts suddenly pressing into his neck. He leaned back into them and relished the moment.
