"I saw a movie some time back with a very horny scene of a stud and a teen in a men's washroom. The girl was so cute and didn't seem to be that happy on taking his cock. She was in a schoolgirl or maids uniform. I know it's not much but I just liked the imagery." Readers E- mail
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The Trans-Caucasus express rattled along at a sedate East European rate of speed. The engine was an old Soviet diesel; red and battered the carriages compartment style, a corridor running down one side. Four compartments in from the first carriage sat a tired Hans Busenstien. The trip home from Belgrade had been tedious to say the least but now as the train weaved its way through his beloved ancient hill sides he felt more relaxed, his La Monde newspaper taking him some time to translate.
His compartment door opened and a man looked in. He smiled and greeted Hans in a strong French accent. The man had seen the paper and thought he'd met a fellow country man. Hans acknowledged him back his accent obviously not Gallic, but his diction not bad.
"Are these seats taken?" The man asked nodding to the opposing fabric bench. Hans shook his head allowing him to enter.
"Hmm," he thought. "Looks like I'm going to have to tolerate some company."
The man's wife followed apologising for her cumbersome suitcases. Hans immediately stood up to help her stow them away. She was thankful of his polite gesture and as he sat back down he caught sight of her daughter following behind.
The young woman was probably eighteen it was so hard to tell with French girls, they seemed to ooze sexuality. She was slight with a small hand width waist. Her hair was long and black her eyes a seductive green. She smiled nervously as she sat down, her short white skirt showing pale knees, long legs tapering to white plimsolls.
Hans gave her an uncomfortable stare, then a charming smile. He looked back at her father.
"And how are you today?" He asked politely.
The lovely girl watched out of the window disinterested as Hans struck up a conversation with the travelling family. As the trains guard came round for tickets he recognised Hans and snapped his heels together in respect. Hans travelled this route many times and people either knew of him or his elegant sister.
The French family were impressed.
"Oh its nothing, the man gives me too much respect." He laughed as the inspector backed out of the carriage nervously.
He then smiled in mock embarrassment at the daughter, noticing how the young lady's eyes lit up in grudging admiration. She crossed and uncrossed her legs seductively half smiling back. Her name was Natalie, on college vacation with her parents.
Hans was relived he'd finally managed to get a few words out of her but now bored with their company he looked at his watch; the train would be at his stop within the half hour. He got up and bid them a polite bowing farewell, noticing the disappointment on Natalie's face.
Five minutes later he stood at end of the rear carriage searching for a cigarette. The young girl had been a stunning beauty. Ideal for his little world; a bit young to be raising warriors though, more ideal as a stormtrooper herself. He watched out of the rear window the track snaking away at speed.
He felt in his coat pocket."Now where the hell is..."
"Is this what you were looking for?" Came a soft voice from behind. He turned to see Natalie standing prim knees together, her hand holding out his cigarette case. He must have dropped it in the carriage back there.
The trained was beginning to pass through mountain tunnels, some short others long each time the carriages plunged into darkness. She was standing fidgety not knowing what to say, looking rather embarrassed. She'd eagerly volunteered to catch up with him and hand back the solid silver case. But now she felt very out of her depth.
The rear washroom door clattered back and forth as the train shook. The end of the train was used as an excess baggage store and the last four compartments were empty. Hans gave her a stern stare edging closer, Natalie backing nervously over strewn boxes.
