I left the house in the afternoon and caught the train at York Station for the first leg of my trip to Paris. I was going to travel by the Eurostar and was very excited by the prospect of adventure that lay before me. Not only was I going to be visiting a city I'd never been to be before there was also the obvious opportunity for some wild sexual adventures along the way.
It was a lovely, warm July afternoon when I set out, the sort of weather that really allows me to show off my body to all those lovely men out there and to see the effect I have on them. I love to show myself off, I love the attention I receive from men AND women and I'm fortunate that I am regarded as being cute, desirable and hot because I am such a total slut.
I have surprised quite a few people to date with my angelic features, people tend to think that because I look so sweet and innocent I must be that way in temperament also.
Oh how wrong they are!!
I was introduced to sex at a tender age and the manner of my deflowering was so sordid and depraved that it has left me with a rather perverted view of how I should behave, that fact coupled with a relentless itch in my pussy means that I absolutely love sex, crave it in fact and I take every opportunity that's presented to me in order to quench the fire in my loins.
So far the flames have only been fanned higher and burn brighter than before.
So as I stood under the grand, arched, ornate roof of York railway station waiting for the Inter City that would carry me to London, I became aware of a man studying me intently as he stood nearby, obviously waiting for the same train as me.
As I said earlier, I do love to show off and I am no stranger to attention and advances from both sexes and so it wasn't any surprise that the man was letching after me. Besides I was stood wearing a tiny denim mini skirt that showed off my long, tanned legs to perfection. I was in a pair of impossibly high heeled shoes and all I had on top was a clingy, white t shirt. I'm only 19 and my breasts are a long way from actually needing a bra since they are full, rounded and very firm, with my nipples clearly poking through the cotton and visible for anyone to admire.
I told you I love to show off and today was no exception, a combination of the clothes I was hardly wearing, my full bosom, my long platinum blonde hair and never ending legs meant that I was looking quite delectable, even if I do say so myself.
The train pulled in noisily and I hauled my bag into the tiny vestibule and found my reserved seat. I ignored the look of disgust from the withered old bag opposite who sat glaring at me with thin lipped disapproval written all over her features and smiled brightly at her husband whose eyes were standing on stalks when he saw me.
The train was soon humming along the rails heading southwards and I was happily sat gazing at the countryside flashing past the window, listening to my MP3 player when I looked along the carriage and saw the man I had noticed on the platform looking straight at me. He wasn't fazed at all by me catching him looking and he continued to obviously ogle me from his seat.
I felt the familiar flip in my stomach that I feel as I am becoming sexually aroused and my pussy began to clench involuntarily as it moistened. I swallowed because I knew that I would have to do something about the itch between my thighs soon or else the whole carriage would be able to smell my arousal as my juices trickled from my quim.
I looked at the man along the carriage. He was in his mid fifties, scruffy and untidy. I didn't care about his appearance though I was very, very happy to be fucked by an unsavoury character like him. I love the depravity of my sexual adventures and the thought of fucking this slimy old man only heightened my anticipation.
It would be his lucky day.
I winked at the dirty old sod along the carriage and smiled with satisfaction when he blinked in surprise. I laughed out loud when he actually looked behind himself and further along the carriage to see if I was winking at some young stud and the look of surprise on his unshaven face when he realised it was he I had winked to.
I unfolded my long legs and stood, noting the thin lipped old bitch again and the look of sheer delight upon her old husbands face as he saw my gusset flash when my tiny skirt rode up high. I pulled the skirt down towards a modicum of decency, smiled at the old boy sat next to the battle axe and tottered down the carriage.
I timed it perfectly and as the train gave a tiny lurch I ‘accidentally' spilled into the lap of my letcherous admirer. ‘Oh I'm so sorry,' I squealed as I fell into his lap. ‘I'm so silly for wearing these shoes on the train,' I simpered as I pushed myself upright, making sure I took a big handful of his trouser front and squeezing his cock.
