The Train, Part 2

by Sue Black

A special thanks to Jetboy for editing my story.

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

I was sitting in a 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. Payment received.

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 said, patting the tan jacket that lay across my lap.

Her trembling hand slipped beneath the coat. When it found my bare thigh the girl 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." With that, I opened my legs even wider for her.

The child'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.

As she came within reach of her goal, Lucy hesitated. I think she felt unsure of herself, not knowing how to touch a woman in a sexual way.

I thought back to last night, how I had prepared myself for her. I was careful to make sure my vulva was completely shaved and smooth. After I'd toweled myself dry, I inspected my sex in the mirror. I knew that down below, I was very different from a little girl like Lucy, and hoped this would not put her off. You see, my outer lips are rather generous, and my clit is, so I'm told, very large as well -- the size of the first joint of my little finger when aroused, like it would surely be when this young girl touched it.

Meanwhile, Lucy sat next to me, her hand frozen upon my thigh. She gazed at me with pleading eyes, clearly needing me to tell her what to do next.

Placing a hand on her arm, I said, "Don't be scared -- feel my pussy, darling."

I felt a warm rush go through my body as she did just that, her little hand barely grazing my clitoris as it opened to cover the slick smoothness of my wet vulva.

"Mmmmm, yes," I moaned, "that's lovely. Do you like it, Lucy... like touching me this way?"

In a shaky voice she said, "Yes, Sue... I do, m-more than anything!" It struck me that I was hearing my new lover's voice for the first time, and the sound of it was every bit as adorable as the rest of her.

I was quivering inside from how good it felt to have Lucy's hand firmly pressing against my pussy, but it only made me long for more. "Sweetheart," I told her, "I want you to fuck me with your fingers."

"I... I don't know how," she admitted, her cheeks flushing pink.

I gave her a reassuring smile. "Let me show you." Reaching beneath my skirt to cover her hand with mine, I carefully positioned her index and middle fingers where I wanted them to go. I was so wet that it only took a little thrust to drive both fingers into my exposed cunt, deep as they could go.

From my lips, a small cry of pleasure burst forth; from hers, a surprised squeak. I suppose Lucy was startled by how hot and juicy my vagina was -- she nearly pulled away, but I kept a firm grip on her wrist.

"S-sorry!" she blurted. "You... you surprised me."

"It's okay," I gasped, my head spinning. "Oh my God... that feels so good, Lucy!"

As she relaxed, Lucy gave me a bashful, beautiful smile. "You -- you're all warm inside. I like it...."

I was tempted to start masturbating myself with her hand, using it like a sex toy -- but I knew that it would be much more thrilling to have this young girl to fuck me on her own.

"Are you ready?" I asked her. Her body tensed slightly, but she gave me a nod. "It's easy, darling. Just push your fingers in and out of me, like a boy's cock."

Lucy made a face. "I don't like boys' things... they're icky looking." But with a nervous giggle, she began to move, working her hand back and forth.

There I was on a public train, without panties, my cunt being probed by an underage girl. It was the most amazing sexual experience I'd ever known. Oh God, what had I become?

I continued to encourage her as she fucked me. "Just like that, yes. Move them slowly, my love. In and out. Oh yes, that's so good." I reached out to caress Lucy's face. "Do you like my pussy, sweetheart?"

She glanced up at me. "Oh yes, Sue, it's so hot and wet. I love it!"

I had an idea -- something I really wanted to see her do. "Why don't you take your fingers out and sniff them? Then you'll know what a woman smells like."

Lucy slowly extracted her fingers from my pussy and brought them to her face. Inhaling deeply, she rewarded me with a dreamy smile. Unexpectedly, her eyes grew moist, as if she was about to cry.

"What's wrong?" I asked, alarmed.

"Oh, Sue," she sighed, "I'm so happy, it's like all my dreams are coming true in one day, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Thank you, thank you so much, Sue. I... I love you, honest I do!"

At that moment, I would have given my life for her. That's when I knew that this was more than forbidden lust, much more. After years of fruitless searching, I'd found a soul mate, A girl of eleven. Who would have thought?

"I love you too, Lucy," I said, touching her arm. "Can we be girlfriends, you and I? Would you like that?"

She nodded, her face practically glowing with happiness. "Yes, yes! I'd be such a good girlfriend, too... I'll do anything that makes you happy."

Too lovely an offer to resist, I decided, and slowly lifted my skirt to give Lucy another good look at my cunt. "Put your fingers in me again. That's what I want. First, though, why don't you lick them?"

She hesitated in mid-motion. "Lick...?"

"That's right -- lick your fingers, Lucy. Taste my pussy."

She stared at her hand, then took the tip of a finger between her lips, sampling the flavour. Her eyes widened and, with a shy grin, she said, "It's nice."

"Good. Now let me have a taste."

She offered her hand, and I captured Lucy's index finger in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. "Oh," she moaned, "oh, yes."

Saying goodbye to her fingers with a kiss, I cradled her little paw in mine. "Lucy, have you ever had an orgasm?"

She thought for a few seconds. "No, I don't think so. I heard the word before, but I'm not really sure what it is. Um, it's to do with sex, right?"

I leaned closer to her, speaking in my most sensuous tone of voice. "That's right, sweetheart. It's a feeling that happens when you have sex... a fantastic feeling that's better than anything in the world. Imagine you have a dam in your tummy, holding back tons and tons water. The more excited you become, the more it gets filled up." I gently guided her trembling hand between my thighs, pressing it to my vulva. "Finally, when the dam gets too full, it bursts... and that's when these incredible sensations flood through every inch of your body. That's an orgasm... it's how one feels to me, anyway."

An awed Lucy slowly shook her head, staring at my hand, still covering hers. "I... I've never had anything like that happen to me, n-not ever."

I continued. "When a woman has an orgasm -- or she's coming, that's another way to say it -- the pleasure can be so strong, that you might think she's in pain. But it doesn't hurt... in fact, it's the complete opposite of hurting. When I come, sometimes it feels so good that I have to scream."

"Golly," she whispered. Growing a little bolder, her fingers began to move, fondling me.

"Would you like to make me come now, Lucy? My dam is almost full, just from you touching my pussy."

"I'd love to," she quickly replied, nodding eagerly. "I'll do anything you want, Sue. Just -- just show me."

"You make me so happy when you say things like that, my love," I told her with a smile. "I'll teach you everything about how to make a woman feel good. First, let's put your fingers back inside my pussy, okay?" Without waiting for Lucy's answer, I guided her in, deep as she could go this time. "Ohhhhh, that's it, yes. Now move your fingers in and out a few times, the way I just showed you a minute ago -- get them nice and slippery."

She began to fuck me like before, less hesitantly this time. Her fingers squished as she worked them in and out of my dripping cunt, and the alcove was growing thick with the aroma of lesbian sex. "Ahh yes, that's the way... now, try to curl your fingers back, so that you're rubbing the walls of my vagina. Oh, Lucy, that's marvelous... use a little more pressure, though. Yes, just like that! Oooooh, you're making me feel wonderful. Oh, God, the dam is filling."

It was all I could do to keep my voice soft and steady, when what I really wanted was to cry out loud. That's when I knew that next time, I had to take this child somewhere private where we could really make love. The thought of getting Lucy naked and having my way with her gave me a sharp spike of pleasure that made my head spin.

"Now, slide those slippery fingers out, bring them back to where my pussy lips meet. Here, I'll guide you. Feel that little knob? That's my clitoris. Oh, oh yes. It's... it's very sensitive, so be gentle, sweetie. The clit is -- I guess you could call it the pleasure center of a woman's body." I was practically babbling, trying to maintain control as I drew closer to the brink of orgasm. "Have you ever touched yourself there?"

"Well, er, I have, but it just feels really tickly to me. If I touch there more, will I get those good feelings?"

I imagined myself masturbating little Lucy, giving the child her very first climax. Not today, but soon.

"I'm sure you will, sweetheart... let me show you one way to do it. Take my clit between your fingers -- oh yes, oh God. Now, slide them up and down... slowly now, angel. A bit more pressure, yes, slowly, slowly. Oh, yes. I'm going to come soon. Mmmm, keep going, just like that. My dam is full, it's going to, to, to break wide open. Oh God, oh God! Look at me Lucy I need to see you when I come...!"

With that I exploded in an orgasm, the hardest, most relentless one I'd ever had. My legs clenched and I bucked in my seat, taking Lucy's hand with me. The urge to scream was so strong that I bit my tongue to stay quiet.

Even with what I'd told Lucy, it hadn't been enough to prepare her for the sight of my climax. She had an expression of terror on her face that just made me come harder. Perverted of me, I know -- but that was what I felt.

My orgasm rose to a white-hot peak and subsided quickly, leaving me panting and bathed in sweat, but very satisfied. As my legs loosened, a frantic-eyed Lucy hastily withdrew her hand.

I managed to give her a weary smile. "It's -- it's okay, lover. Don't be scared."

She seemed to understand that I wasn't going to die... even better, Lucy now realised that she'd just given me a big bucketful of pleasure.

We sat together for a while, catching our breath. Her hand rested in mine, still wet from my cunt. I wasn't sure why, but that genuinely thrilled me.

Lucy rested her head on my shoulder as my heartbeat returned to its normal rhythm. Finally she turned to me and shyly whispered, "Was that okay, Sue?"

Something about the way she spoke those words made me adore her even more. "Oh my little darling, that was wonderful, so wonderful." I wanted to take this precious child in my arms and kiss her like a lover -- but I'd once again become conscious that someone might walk in, a possibility I'd simply forgotten in the heat of the moment.

I knew that Lucy's station was coming up soon, and so did she. We exchanged a wistful look and, with a sigh, she removed her sticky hand from mine, reaching for her book bag.

"I'll miss you over the weekend." Lucy said, looking very sad. "Can we chat online? Please?"

"Yes, baby," I said, "but we must be very careful. We'd both be in a lot of trouble if anyone found out."

"I'll be careful, Sue... honest I will! You can trust me."

"I do, sweetie. We just have to avoid emails or texts -- those can be traced. Go online to the same chat room we used before, we can meet there. You have to be sure to delete the chat when you finish, okay?" She nodded. "How about 7 PM tonight?"

I was rewarded with a dazzling smile. "I'll be there!" The train pulled into the station, and Lucy rose to her feet. Bending down, she softly added, "I love you," then made her way down the aisle, innocently smoothing her skirt.

As the train pulled out of the station Lucy was standing on the platform. She brought her fingers -- the ones that were so recently in my pussy -- to her mouth and licked them, then blew me a big kiss. That gesture said it all.

I settled back into my seat with still shaky legs, wondering what I was going to do with this situation I'd involved myself in. This was a open door in my life. If I closed it now, I could simply tell myself that I'd had a moment of weakness. I wasn't a dyke child lover, just a possibly bi-curious woman who'd been without sex for much too long and gotten carried away. Lucy didn't know anything about me, where I worked or lived, even my full name. I could move back to Sydney; never board this train again.

On the other hand, I could go into the chat room tonight. Get to know Lucy better. Take her to some private place, a hotel or even my home, where I could have her completely. Make her mine.

Then I'd be risking everything I had -- job, friends, family, life. My face on the front page of every cheap newspaper in Australia: LESBIAN MOLESTS SCHOOLGIRL IN PUBLIC. I could end up in prison.

But Jesus bloody Christ, I wanted her. I'd not had the chance to kiss her yet, or explore that sweet slender body. I squeezed my thighs together, head flooded by images of undressing her, of sliding Lucy's white cotton underpants down her pale thighs. I glanced over at the paper bag containing the girl's knickers, resting next to my purse. Again, I felt the temptation to take them out, press them to my face.

Then I imagined her pleasuring me again. In my mind's eye I pictured the top of her head, those eyes closed as she lay between my legs, gently licking.

I told myself to be strong, do the right thing and run away from this craziness -- but oh God, I couldn't!

The die was cast, like it or not. I had to have her.

What was my next move? Perhaps after 7 PM that evening, I'd have an answer.