Chapter Two The crossing between Newhaven and France was not a terribly long one and the four travellers knew that they needed to get moving if they were going to make the French train in time. They had dozed for a little while after their exciting introduction, but Rob had at last awoken to realise that in the distance he could make out the French coastline. He did his best to bring the others to their senses and eventually they were all once again fully dressed and waiting for the ship to dock.
With a reversal of the original boarding the lads hauled four backpacks off the boat and onto the waiting train. The carriage they managed to find was divided into compartments of facing seats, and with little effort they kept other travellers at bay and held onto the precious space for themselves. Once the ticket collector had checked their documents they pushed their luggage in front of the door and settled into the excited chatter of late teens.
They'd been rumbling along for something like an hour and a half when the train came to a shuddering holt. After waiting a few minutes Simon peered out of the window and confirmed that it looked as though nothing was going to happen for a while at least. They all groaned and prepared themselves for a long delay. Unfortunately for Carla the delay also meant an increasingly full bladder; however, on investigation they found that the tiny bathroom was out of order and there appeared to be no way to move up the train without leaving the carriage all together. She wriggled and squirmed for a while longer and eventually declared that she just had to pee or she'd burst. Anique confirmed that she was pretty close to feeling the same way, and they both looked over at the guys to see what they thought they might do. Simon shrugged and looked a bit perplexed at the problem, and at first Rob could offer no solutions of his own. Then in a blinding flash he had a brain wave. He smiled to himself at the possibilities his idea entailed and then proposed his solution to Carla and Anique.
'Say no if this idea doesn't suit you girls, but think about it first!' Rob suggested, and he continued, 'Why don't you pee into a container and then we can empty it out of the window?'
Anique giggled and asked what sort of container he was thinking of. Rob wracked his brain and finally after rummaging through his bag he came out with a camp size saucepan. The two girls studied it for a moment and then in desperation Carla grabbed it and pulling down her jeans and panties she squatted over the pan. Within seconds a splashing stream of golden pee was starting to fill the container. The lads found their young eyes glued to the brunette's dark bush as it sprayed Carla's accumulated pee into the pot. Then, without even thinking about what he was doing, Rob suddenly thrust his hand between Carla's legs.
She gasped as his fingers made contact with her streaming pussy, and her eyes grew wide as within seconds she felt Rob thrust one of them into her slippery hole. Her pee gushed around his probing finger and splashed messily over the edge of the pan. Meanwhile the other two stared in disbelief as Carla, far from pulling away from the invasion of her sex, started to moan as she pumped herself up and down on Rob's outstretched hand. He extended another finger into her sopping pussy and moving closer, put his other hand on her back to support her, and then began to help her in her excited movement.
