I was travelling home from work. All of the seats on the train were full. A number of us were stood in the aisles. One woman, was stood a lot closer to me than was strictly necessary. As the train pulled in to stations she would bump in to me. The same would happen as the carriage crossed sets of points. Her groin frequently made contact with my bum. I'm open minded, was she trying to get herself off? Or just to get my attention. I glanced at her a few times. She seemed not to think anything of it. It felt slightly strange having another woman that close to me. She looked vaguely familiar but then that could be said of a lot of the passengers, on these commuter trains. The same people tended to catch the same train, on the way to and from work, every day.
As we reached my stop, the two of us walked down the carriage, to reach the nearest exit door. She strode off, in the direction I would be going. Only two of us had alighted at the station. I could see her, about thirty yards in front of me, walking quite fast. The station is quite a way out of the village. Getting close to the first group of houses, the woman went through the gate and in to the churchyard. Curious, I followed, keeping my distance. Fairly easy not to be seen or heard. There were numerous headstones between us and the grass deadened the sound of my footsteps. Reaching one grave, there was another woman waiting for her. She looked similar, younger. A daughter? I presumed that they were there to pay their respects. I was about to turn and leave, when events took an unexpected turn.
The woman I had been following, hitched up her skirt, her bare bottom was exposed to the world. I was shocked, she squatted and pissed copiously all over the grave. More surprised still, when the younger woman did the same. As she stood up, she said something to the older woman, who stared directly at me. I froze, feet glued to the spot. My mum would sometimes use the toilet, while I was in the bath, when I lived at home. I would do the same. No idea what dad did. Probably best not to think about that. I had never seen anyone else do it. Now I had seen two strangers. What's more, they had done it on a grave. Was this classed as desecration?
The two of them walked towards me. I turned and began to walk quickly towards the gate.
"Wait...please."
It was the older woman. I stood and waited for the two of them to catch me up.
"Sorry if that upset you. That's my first husband's grave. It would have been his birthday today. We come here to pay him our respects."
"A funny way to do that." I said.
"He turned into a horrible man, when he drank. That's what killed him. Neither of us had any feelings for him, in the end."
"Can I ask, what that was all about, on the train?"
"You got me there. Your bum looks amazing in those tight trousers. No panty line. Nice and soft, I just couldn't help it."
"I suppose I should be flattered. You should know, I'm not gay"
"Neither are we. It doesn't stop both of us being drawn to attractive people. Sorry, we should have introduced ourselves. I'm Sharon and this my daughter Victoria."
"Clare."
"Do you want to come for a drink? We usually go to the pub, to celebrate, as that is where he spent most of his time."
"Why not."
The pub is only about fifty yards from the church. That seems to be the way of things in rural villages. Sharon bought three pints at the bar. I like real ale but usually only drink half pints. This was part of their ritual. As we drank, Sharon told me about her husband. He was considerably older than her. Things had started off quite well when they married. Both working, he had a good job, they bought a house and started a family. Ten years on, he had started drinking. Right where we were sat, as it turned out. Once he started, he didn't stop. His alcoholism meant he lost his job and his health suffered. His temper shortened. Victoria was witness to things, no daughter should have to see. He would force himself on Sharon, while their daughter was watching, being told,
"Stay there and see what a real man is like."
He would even take his cock out and wank, while she was watching TV. I can see why they did what they did in the churchyard.
"I presume things are better now?"
"Yes, much. I'm remarried. The one decent thing Eric did, was have good life insurance. Our house is paid off and there was a bit of money left over. Jason is great, much nicer, kinder and much more gentle. We have a lot of fun."
"I guess that means rubbing your fanny on my arse."
"Sorry about that. I just got a feeling......You didn't complain."
"I thought at first it was accidental. It wasn't doing me any harm, so what the hell."
She just smiled, went to the bar and returned carrying a tray. Three more pints. I don't drink that much. Probably the alcohol content, just not that volume. She had paid for it, so I thanked her and carried on drinking. We finished up. I told them I was going to the toilet.
"Come back to the churchyard with us."
Two pints in short order, my head was a bit fuzzy. Why not, was my muddle headed response. We got up, took the empty glasses and placed them on top of the bar and left. I was bursting. It's hard walking in that condition. Good job it wasn't far. The grave was at the back of the plot. I supposed they filled up the ones near the church first. I wriggled my trousers down, squatted and pulled my thong aside. Holy shit. That is one of life's great feelings, like taking off your bra, or kicking off your shoes, when you have been on your feet for hours. The flow just kept going. Sharon and Victoria were doing the same. I tried not to look but they were staring at me, from across the grave. Both of their skirts hitched up, knowing what they were going to do, no underwear. Victoria was shaved and had a ring through her clit hood. That seems to be a fashion with younger women. Sharon had a Brazilian about half an inch wide and a couple of inches long. I'm not dissimilar to her but mine is waxed to about an inch and a half wide and the same two inches long.
"I was right. No VPL with that thong." Sharon said.
I stood up and grappled my trousers back up.
"I'd better get going."
"Back to hubby?"
"God no. I'm single. I've got dinner in my slow cooker."
