Chapter 1
The promise of things to come
Jenny had been looking forward to this trip all the winter and now, here she was, on a luxury train for a four day journey across the wastes of northern Europe. She had booked a first class compartment all to herself on the Trans Siberian Railway Express to end up in Paris where she would spend the rest of her holiday.
The smart liveried attendant had shown her, before being called away, her private compartment that had all the trappings of the luxury one would imagine of an earlier era. Velvet curtains, soft cushions, polished brass fittings an engraved mirror and most of all a double bed with a thick quilted covering there was even a pair of luxurious reclining chairs, all in a beautiful co-ordinated colour scheme .Unpacking her smart new cases she took out her new silk designer underwear and gently rubbed it against her cheek just to enjoy the feeling of it's softness then laying it all in one of the drawers fitted at the bottom of the bed she took out her selection shirts and blouses which she knew were tight enough to show off her 34C figure which all coordinated with her not too tight slacks and her above the knee fashionable skirts.
Jenny had had a look in the small shower cubicle and not seeing any sort of notice that said that it wasn't to be used in the station
She reached in and turning the tap in the direction of the arrow a jet very warm water poured over her hand. She instinctively pulled her hand back and switched it off.
She had been travelling on public transport for the past twenty four hours and the draw of the shower was too much. Stripping off her clothes she left them in a pile on the floor and turning the jets on again she stepped in exhilarated by the feel of the hot jets thundering down on her bare flesh. Jenny had packed one of her favourite sudsy perfumed soaps and as she rubbed it into a rich foamy lather she felt her hands slide over her body cupping her breasts one in each hand, massaging and gently squeezing and pulling at her nipples. She closed her eyes and lost herself to the experience as she massaged her breasts then one hand moved down gently caressing her body, feeling the slight swelling of her stomach then down along that slight crease leading her fingers to edge of her neatly trimmed bush of soft auburn hair. With one hand still caressing her breast she let her other hand wander down until she felt the rising of her mount of Venus then starting to stroke her swelling lips her fingers rubbing against her awakening clit before one finger slid inside her pussy to start her favourite gyrating motion. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm and she thought of her little glass friend who she had christened Harry after an old stalwart lover who had never failed to satisfy her, who was still laying in its silk scarf snug in her undies drawer,
"A pity to let it go to waste". She thought
Then giving her fanny a little extra squeeze she turned to step over the sill back onto the carpet in her room to get it when there was a tap tap at the door.
"Wait, wait". She called out.
Quickly wrapping herself in one of the giant white towels around herself tucking one end under her arm and the other stuffed into her ample cleavage she leant forward and opened the door at arms length and peered around the edge. Jenny saw that it was the same hunky young steward who had shown her to her compartment. She had noticed how his short white jacket fitted tightly around what looked like a well developed chest tapering down to a very trim waist. neither had she missed that wicked glint in his eye when he had helped her with her luggage and because of her short skirt had a her arm again. Jenny gave a little inward silent gasp at his touch and involuntarily squeezed her arm down to trap his hand.. She only held it there for a few seconds but it was long enough for him to look into her slightly misty emerald green eyes to ask if he could get her anything as the bar was just opening.
"No,no no." Then starting to think straight again. She put her hand to her forehead. "Oh yes yes. I'm sorry I wasn't thinking, please, perhaps you could me a half bottle of a decent red wine?"
"Of course madam. Shall we say fifteen minutes?."
"Yes, thank you."
After he had gone she lent back on the door and let the towel slip to the floor. Yes she thought he would do very nicely and she visualised him without the constraints of that tight jacket and dark blue trousers which she noticed did little to conceal what looked like a very generous package. Going back in the shower she picked up a hand towel and bunching her long auburn hair she wrapped it turban style around her head then still naked she went to her knickers drawer and unwrapped her glass friend from its silk handkerchief then just teasingly rubbing against her lips and just touching her clit closed her eyes and thought about the steward.
"Oh Harry I don't think that I'll be needing you she thought, at least not to-day." Even so she couldn't resist pushing it in and swirling around lust a little, just to get the juices flowing and then sucking it clean before retuning Harry to his silk wrapper and laying him on the bed
Jenny dried herself off and then dressed in one of her tight shirts with buttons right down the front, it was of thin cotton and her half cup lace bra could just be made out through the material with just a suspicion of nipple pushing through. She had left the two top buttons undone to show some cleavage, but not too much and a pure silk emerald green scarf tied around her neck to match her eyes and to show off her long glistening auburn tresses. She chose a diaphanous billowing short black skirt and just to make more interesting she was barefoot with bare legs and although you couldn't see wore no pants.
She was just applying the last of her minimal makeup when there was a tap at the door.
"Just a minute."
Then having finished the last dab of lipstick she turned to open the door and standing back allowed the steward to enter carrying a tray with a half bottle wine and one glass.