The Train, Part One

by Sue Black

This is the first chapter in my journey into the world of child love. I have told it as it happened.

It wasn't my fault, or hers, actually. It was never my intention to seduce an eleven-year-old girl, let alone on a public train. But somehow, that's exactly what happened.

At the time I was twenty-eight, with a body that wasn't perfect but fit, black hair in a French bob style, generous breasts, and an ass that was maybe a bit big, but that didn't seem to bother anyone.

I was boarding the train in an area near Sydney, Australia called the Blue Mountains. I'd moved there on a job offer that had fallen through, so for the time being I was stuck and had to get a job in Sydney, one hour away by train. The only job I could find at short notice was as a waitress, while I looked for something else. I left work every day at 2.30 pm and caught the train for the long, boring journey home. I always read on my iPad to pass the time.

One day I put the iPad down and caught a schoolgirl, sitting opposite me, looking up my dress. She went a bright red, and frankly I didn't know what to think. Just young curiosity, I supposed, so I gave her a quick smile to make her feel better and went back to my reading.

The next day I noticed she was there again, sitting across from me. This time, I set my iPad to camera function and watched her without her knowing. Sure enough, she was trying to get a glimpse up my dress, which was my waitress uniform and, admittedly, a bit short.

A little bored and, I was surprised to discover, a bit turned on, I decided to play a bit, and opened my legs a little. As she stared up my skirt, I could feel myself getting wet. That was when I closed my legs, sat up straight and reprimanded myself for being silly. This was just a kid, obviously from a private school judging by her uniform and hat. Forcing myself back to my iPad, I did my best to ignore her for the rest of the ride.

That night, however, I could not get the incident out of my mind. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I became. I decided that if the girl was there the next day, I would really give her something to see.

The next day, I sat towards the end of the carriage in a quieter spot. It was much more private there, and if she still chose to seat herself across from me, I'd know for sure what she wanted.

We reached the girl's stop, and I watched her board the train. This time I got my first good look at her. She was very cute, with long blond plaits down to her shoulders that hung just below her hat, wearing a tartan dress in a heavy material, white blouse, short white socks and shiny black shoes. Her figure could best be described as coltish, with no sign yet of breasts.

I studied her over my iPad as she came down into the lower level of the train. She looked around, suddenly breaking into a big smile when she saw me. My heart skipped a beat when she casually took the seat opposite mine. This time it was just the two of us.

I felt a flash of arousal that startled me, and I realized for the first time just how much I'd wanted this to happen.

Keeping it cool, I didn't look up, pretending to be fascinated by whatever I was supposed to be reading. The little angel was already leaning back in her seat, angling for a peep up my dress, the shorter one I'd selected that morning.

I allowed my thighs to drift apart very slightly while stealing quick glances at her face, seeing the excitement in her eyes, knowing how badly she wanted a glimpse between my legs.

When I shifted in my seat she looked away, still afraid that I might catch her in the act. When she looked back, I rewarded her with a good view of my white panties. I could feel my cunt throb as she stared.

My pussy was wet, and I wasn't sure at first that I wanted her to notice. Was I perverted enough to let a little girl see everything I had? But as my arousal grew, I became bolder, opening myself up more and more. I was so turned on now that I was hoping she could see right through the front of my now dripping panties. Her mouth had dropped open; clearly, she could not believe her luck.

I couldn't tell whether she knew that I was intentionally giving her a show or not, but I was too nervous to make it any more obvious than I was. In the meantime, I was a bundle of raw lust, in dire need of some relief before I lost all control.

Finally, I closed my legs, rose from my seat and headed for the toilet in the next carriage on trembling legs. Closing the door, I yanked up my skirt.

As soon as my fingers touched my clit I orgasmed, hard. It was all I could do not to cry out. Moments later, I was leaning on the sink, panting, eyes wide as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, stunned at what I'd done.

Quickly washing my hands, I left the toilet and returned to my seat opposite the girl. This time, I behaved myself, keeping both thighs together for the rest of the trip. Access denied.

That night, lying restlessly in bed, I thought long and hard of what should happen next, if anything. I was not a lesbian. I'd had a few long-term boyfriends and had some very satisfying sex with them. I'd also indulged in a few brief encounters with girls my own age, but those had been mere experimentation, back when I was at school. This was something completely out of character for me, exposing myself to a girl -- especially one so young.

It didn't matter, though. Unable to resist, I found myself thinking only about my little girl as I got ready for work, choosing my panties just for her. God help me.

I decided that the time was right to speak to her, but didn't want to frighten her away -- or worse, have the girl run to the train's security guard and accuse me of trying to molest her. I weighed my options, thinking about how bold I could afford to be, and finally hatched a plan.

The next day, on my way home, I spotted the girl merrily skipping down the platform towards the train. I shivered, wondering is thinking about me was what made her seem so happy.

Moments later, as she sat down opposite me, I silently handed her a note. On it I had written a chat room address and the name "TrainLady." As she unfolded the piece of paper, I went back to my iPad, watching her through my camera, breathlessly waiting to see if she would join me in the chat room. I don't think I'd ever been so nervous or excited in my life!

My heart soared as I watched the girl open her bag and take out her phone from her bag. Seconds later I had a chat request from TheGirl. This was it, we were together.

TrainLady: Hi

TheGirl: hello

TrainLady: What is your name? I am Sue

TheGirl: Lucy. Lucinda actually but my friends call me Lucy

TrainLady: Then Lucy it is. How old are you Lucy?

TheGirl: 11 but I am 12 in 4 weeks. how old are you

TrainLady: I'm 28. Do you like the view from where you are sitting?

TheGirl: sure, I guess

TrainLady: No I mean the view up my dress.

Lucy gasped out loud, her face suddenly flushed a bright red.

TheGirl: I am SO sorry, I will stop. please don't tell anyone

TrainLady: Lucy, I don't mind, I actually like it. Would you like me to show you again? I want you to see me.

She hesitated, moistening her lips, then replied.

TheGirl: sure if you don't mind

I spread my legs again, wider than before and put down my iPad so I could openly watch her this time. Lucy stared between my legs, drinking in the full view of my panty crotch. I'd chosen a pair of thin, gauzy knickers that morning, so I knew that she could see the outline of my now swollen pussy lips and the wetness that oozed from me to moisten the practically transparent material.

I could tell she was excited; her hands were shaking and she was nervously chewing on her lower lip. I let her have a good long look, then closed my legs and picked up my iPad.

TrainLady: You like that, Lucy?

TheGirl: yes ma'am I do

TrainLady: Now it is my turn. I would like to look at your panties, is that OK?

TheGirl: I guess if you want to

Lucy spread her thin legs apart, but her dress was too long for me to get a glimpse underneath. She saw my frown, and after glancing around to make sure she could not be seen, hitched up her dress so it was above her knees, giving me a full view of her white cotton panties. God, I wanted to bury my face in them, get a good sniff of her pussy. Somehow, I knew that she would smell divine.

TrainLady: Thank you Lucy you have made me very excited and very wet. Would you like to feel my pussy, instead of just looking?

She was actually nodding as she typed.

TheGirl: yes ma'am, a lot

TrainLady: Call me Sue, honey. Now, if at any time you are uncomfortable with anything I suggest, let me know. You are under no pressure to do anything. Promise me?

TheGirl: yes Sue I promise

TrainLady: I would like you to do something for me and in return I will let you play with my pussy. I would like you to bring to school tomorrow a spare pair of your panties. Just before you get on the train tomorrow go into the toilets on the platform and change your panties, then put the ones you have worn all day in a paper bag and put the clean ones on. When we meet tomorrow give me the paper bag. Do that and you can touch my pussy. OK?

TheGirl: yes yes yes. I can't believe you want to look at me down there and you want my panties and are ok for me to touch your pussy. I am so happy I can't wait until tomorrow. thank you Sue!!

TrainLady: I will be in the last carriage, come and sit beside me.

Suddenly Lucy glanced up, startled to see that the train was arriving at her stop. Seizing her bag and tossing her phone inside, she jumped to her feet, giving me a huge smile as she ran out of the train seconds before the doors slid shut.

As we pulled away from the platform, I saw Lucy waving at me, practically jumping up and down. I stared at her, realizing as if for the first time just what I'd gotten myself into. What was I doing? Was I really going to let a eleven year old feel me up? Did I really want to sniff her panties? Did I want to see her naked, explore her childish body?

Yes, yes, yes. Let me be arrested, thrown in jail as a sex offender, just as long as I can enjoy these pleasures with little Lucy.

*****

The next day, afternoon. I watched Lucy walking towards the last carriage in the train, where I was seated. Was she carrying a paper bag? Yes, she was. My hands were clammy, heart pounding.

I was sitting in secluded alcove, waiting for her. I'd left my panties off, so Lucy could have free access to my private parts. Though it was a warm day, I'd brought a coat along, now draped over my lap just in case someone else came in. It was unlikely that anyone would bother, but I thought it best to avoid unnecessary risks.

Lucy quietly advanced down the aisle, then sat beside me, looking every bit as anxious as I felt. Without a word, she handed me the bag.

With trembling hands, I slowly opened it and peered inside. Yes, there they were -- a small pair of plain white panties. Bending down to take a deep breath from the bag, I drank in the sweet smell of a young girl's sex. I felt a wild urge to lick the cotton band that had been rubbing against her virgin cunt. Instead, I forced myself to roll the top of the bag shut, saving the prize of my little angel's panties for later.

Raising my head, I gave Lucy a warm smile. "Thank you, sweetheart. Do you still want to touch me?"

She nodded vigorously, leaning forward in her seat.

"Then put your hand under here," I added, patting the tan jacket that lay across my lap.

Her trembling hand slipped beneath the coat. When it found my bare thigh she blushed furiously, so on edge with nervous tension that I thought she might burst into tears.

I longed to take her in my arms, soothe her worried face with kisses. Instead I whispered, "It's okay, Lucy... don't be shy. I want you to. It's all I've been able to think about since yesterday, you touching me." With that, I opened my legs even wider for her.

Lucy's little hand felt like a frightened bird as it inched closer, closer to my throbbing pussy. Oh, God, I needed her to do this. Please feel free to contact me on [email protected] with comments or if you would like some advice from a woman who has loved young girls now for four years. My current 'Angel' is happy to chat with women with interests.

Much more of my story to come.

Love Sue