this one's more descriptive, but with some nice sex in it (well that's my view - comment if you like). Thanks for read up to this far. You're welcome to start at no.1, or go from here.
The houses had their backs to us as they whisked past. Walls covered in bright, garish, illegible lettering went past in a blur; growing, towering above us, receding, gone. Steel posts whipped past in a hypnotic rhythm. The lack of vegetation made the whole view bleak.
As the train slowed and eased into the station, Thien scowled at me. Again.
"Ads on trains, they're so bad, why would you ever buy their stuff?" She had a point. "I'm bored now. I was excited but now it's boring. Remind me why we're doing this?"
"We'll, two reasons mainly. You love the outdoors, but you've never really been there, you've only done day trips. This is the real deal. No rooms, no car even. We catch the train, then a bus, then we hike. Two nights in a tent, then we walk out again. Bus, train, home. Victorious. THIS is the outdoors, just Nature and you."
"This, is a dirty train. And we're on it for two hours."
"There's one other thing. You've led me to all kinds of crazy, wonderful things, but there's one wonderful thing I can show you. Swimming..."
"Swimming? But I didn't pack swim things." She shot a worried glance at our rucksacks, hers a new, modest-size one, mine the giant old Irish-made Lowe I had carried on dozens of hikes.
"This, my Angel, is Wild Swimming. Naked swimming."
Thien smiled at last. My Thien, if it's a bit naughty, I can rely on you.
The train was a huge commuter carrier, now empty as we raced out of the city early on this Friday morning. At the central station our packs and hiking clothes marked us out as not going to the office for the day, or drifting around the tourist sights. We were adventurers. I always loved the feel of my good walking boots, the weight of the pack on my hips (where a proper pack sits), my old sturdy camping clothes. Striding through the station was an extra joy as the commuters scurried past, knowing I had set my course and it was their job to steer around me.
The carriage itself had doors at each end that opened to a platform-level floor, but the main body was a double-decker. We sat alone on the upper deck, just us with our packs and rows of empty seats up and down the carriage. There was a newspaper folded on the seat, a courtesy from some inbound office-worker.
Thien had livened up again. Earlier, we had started well, peering down on the travellers on the platforms, inventing stories about them. I sang Simon and Garfunkel's 'America' to her:
Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together,
and later,
Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces; She said the man in the gabardine coat was a spy.
We spotted a few millionaire hobos, an axe murderer, six people having affairs and Bill Gates's love child.
Then boredom had set in. We hadn't brought books (we'll just talk to each other, darling!) and we didn't feel like talking. The bleak view out the window made it worse.
Now feeling lively, Thien moved and sat in another seat ahead of me. She looked seductively over her shoulder at me, like a Shanghai gangster's dame. She slipped down, I heard a shuffle across the aisle and she reappeared in a different seat as a wide-eyed innocent schoolgirl, even sucking her thumb. Down she went again, shuffle shuffle, and she came up as a raving bag lady, hair a fright, mumbling to herself and arguing with the posters on the wall. Down again, shuffle shuffle, up again, this time completely normal, except she'd undone her blouse and one pert breast was showing. I laughed 'till my eyes watered.
"Ah Thien, you make a bad day good, and a good day better. Please stop, my sides hurt."
"I have another idea." She came back to our seat with a dangerously naughty look on her face. "There's no one else in this carriage; just you and me. You know what that means..." Her chest was rising and falling with her arousal.
"Thien! We can't in a train! What if someone gets on?"
"I looked at the map. The stations are further apart now. After the next stop we've got the place to ourselves."
I was starting to feel cornered. "But, but what about the security cameras?"
"Might brighten their day! No, it's all right, we're in the middle, so we're as far from them as we can be. If we keep lower than the backs of the seats, we'll be shielded."
"I really don't think this is a good idea."
"Of course not! It's crazy, that's why I want to do it. Now, fuck me here or not this weekend!"
I should have seen that coming. I was cornered now. I hadn't mentioned a third reason for the trip was to fuck ourselves senseless, but we both knew that was a given. The train's siren jeered at me as we slowed for the next station. Thien was already lying on the bench seat.
As we started rolling again, she gave me another naughty smile and began wriggling her shorts down over her slim hips. As her bush came into view I got the faintest scent of Aroused Thien. This woman! I love her so much, and she is such a turn-on for me - which is just as well, or my performance in places like train carriages would be pretty poor.
The naughty girl had thought it all through. Half out of the shorts, she put one leg on the seat, one on the floor. Swinging her leg wide exposed her pussy to my eyes and hands. Her scent was stronger. Her eyes flashed.
"Inside me! Now! And stay low!"
I couldn't help thinking about the security camera. I made a show of looking around as if I'd dropped something, then bent down to get it. Thien grabbed my head and kissed me.
"Fuck me or I'll bite your big Anglo nose off!" She might just have been serious.
Held down by Thien, I managed to get my cock out of my shorts, but it just wasn't going to work that way. I had to undo my pants and wriggle out of them. "Hurry!" Was Thien's unhelpful comment.
She put a bit of her spit on her fingertips and opened her furry pussy for me. Sliding into her warm wet hole was always a good feeling, mixed this time with terror at being caught.
