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The incident on the train.
(This is a short two part story I have been sitting on for a while and only just got around to finishing, feel free to correct me if I got the old school ASSM tags wrong in the title if you still know what those are.)
Summary:
While travelling back from airport, on a friday night, sitting in a jockey seat on train (near the carriage exit, so there is only one seat)
two girls unexpectedly decide to share the seat.. hilarity ensues..
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The flight landed without incident, and Edmond collected his backpack. He had needed to go upstate over some paperwork related to his divorce, but it was finally over. Ten years of living like an exile in his own house with a wife who apparently felt no emotion beyond elation that her favourite clothing brand was on special, washed away with a pen stroke. All things considered he got off lightly, he had married early, and he had not quite turned 30 yet. He had fathered a single daughter; who thankfully had been the one highlight in an otherwise loveless and thankless marriage; and about the only time his ex-wife had even let him sleep in the same bed had been the act of conception. He would not even be surprised if it turned out the daughter was not even his, but he didn't care, his daughter was awesome, literally kept him sane and he had raised her, his ex wife, not so much. Mother and daughter polar opposites emotionally. Or rather his daughter had them, and his wife didn't. He exited the terminal and walked over to the nearby train station to buy a ticket. The train ride would probably take longer than the flight, his stop was almost at the other end of this particular line. He could have taken his car, but that would have cost more than the train ticket in airport parking fees. It was early evening on friday, and thankfully there was not a lot of passengers yet when he finally boarded the train. He decided on a singular jockey seat next to the exit of the rear carriage, that was usually the last to fill when everyone got off work to either go home or hit a club or eatery.
The trip was for the most part uneventful until the train started to fill up, and he amused himself reading a book. Several stops later the train had filled up to basically standing room only, so he put the book back in his bag to avoid anyone bumping it out of his hand in the press of bodies. A likely event given how much the poorly maintained train swayed and vibrated. There was one vacant seat left across the aisle, but given it had something wet on it, which could have been anything from puke, water, paint, soup or pee, and had soaked into the fabric so much - short of sniffing it - it was not even identifiable - nobody was going to risk going near it. He looked at his left hand with passing interest. He had stopped wearing the wedding ring long enough now that the light tan on his skin was just starting to gain ground darkening the white skin where it had been.
The passenger press was thinning out a little now, although no other seats were still available, there was only a handful of folk left standing in this particular carriage, so with the scant privacy afforded by the handrail on this side near the carriage door where they had removed the bench seat to accommodate the stairs, leaving the lonely jockey seat he was sitting on, and the unusable seat across the aisle, he was for the most part alone now at this end of the carriage except for a couple of very drunk looking girls in skimpy outfits gossiping into each others ears. He noticed they were taking turns grinding lewdly against the support pole they were holding as they stood - like exotic dancers and giggling about it afterwards. The girls whispered something about vibration, and made a growling sound at each other, then whispered something else and glanced around the carriage, their eyes eventually settling on Edmond; who they noticed had a seat which thanks to the stairwell partition, was shielded visually from the rest of the passengers in the carriage. Both girls seemed to look very thoughtful as they observed Edmond.
He ignored them and returned to examining his hand, turning it over now to look at the palm. The white skin was not as obvious in this side, the whitened former ring area having more of a pink hue matching the rest of his hand.
From the corner of his eyes he could see the girls whispering to each other as they watched him, then they both turned their back to him and started talking loudly to each other as if Edmond was not there. From the conversation he gathered they were starting to feel uncomfortable standing so long, and wanted to get off their feet.. He stole another glance at them while their backs were turned.
The two girls were like night and day. One was quite short, at best somewhere around 4 to 5 feet tall with a light wash to her brown hair, making it look more blonde. He had initially mistaken her for a child until they had moved in front of him to hold the pole, then her physique, clothes and behaviour made it obvious she was definitely all women, no child has breasts and an ass that was all legs like that. Although he couldn't guess exactly what age she was. At worst teen, at best early 20s. She was so fresh faced looking it was almost impossible to nail down an exact age. The other girl was quite a bit taller, with dark black raven hair, somewhere between 5 and 6 feet tall and looked more womanly, a little less fresh faced, and a bit more sultry looking - probably in her mid 20s at least. She was all legs too tho. Yikes.
They both had matching logos on their shirts.. university girls? They went to school dressed like that?
From his vantage point he could see just how short their skirts actually were, from the back more so - it was at least 2 possibly even 3 inches shorter than the front on both girls outfits. So much so, when the train did any particularly sudden movement he got flashed the bottom of their butt cheeks a little. With that discovery he suddenly decided it would probably be better to look at his hand some more. Resting his right hand in his lap, to look casual, but more so to cover the rising bulge that the earlier view had inspired. He rested his left hand palm up on his leg, looking lamely at his ring finger he avoided further eye contact with the girls and tried to act nonchalant.
He could still hear the girls however, "This swaying and vibration is making me feel weird", the two girls discussed with each other. "I know.. it almost seems a waste.. You know what would be even better?", the taller girl said. The shorter girl whispered something in her ear. "Exactly!", the taller girl said. Both girls were quiet for a few seconds, although from the rustle sounds they were moving or looking around. Suddenly the shorter girl exclaimed, "I just have to get off my feet and sit down somewhere or I might faint.." The other girl similarly responded, "I really wish I was off my feet and on my back right now too actually..", she announced.
Edmond paused with confusion, wondering if he had heard that right, he went to look up and glance at the girls again, but before he could the shorter girl suddenly plopped her ass down on his left knee, pressing the soft and warm fabric of her knickers- the crotch of her vagina he realised right into the palm of his left hand, surprising him. "Oh, sorry.. forgot you were there.. I really needed to get off my feet.. I hope you don't mind me sitting..", she paused a moment and wiggled her hips a little, leaning forward slightly, and grinding the top of her vagina.. her clitoris in particular he realised into his hand, before resuming, "... here.." she said, with a very suggestive tone and a grin over her shoulder at him. She gave another little wiggle of her hip grinding herself at his hand some more, somehow managing to do it in such a way that the skirt didn't move at all, and to an outside observer appeared like she had not moved at all. But his hand felt everything, and the warm smooth softness cupped into his hand grinding at him felt like probably the best thing that had happened to him in 10 years. He briefly tried to withdraw his pinned hand, still not entirely sure she had actually intended for him to leave it there, but she resolved the confusion by arching her back a little more and rolling her ass back a bit more, then reaching a hand between her legs to thread her fingers into his own hands fingers and press his hand into her vagina even more, holding it in place there as she ground her vagina into it.
Edmond opened his mouth to talk, but confused, little more than a lame sounding "errr.." got out before the second taller girl too, plopped her ass down, this time on his right knee, the cheek of her ass pressing into the side of the hand he had sitting in his lap, and each of her cheeks straddling a different side of his leg. She leaned forward a little, and started gently grinding her vagina into his leg too. Like the first girl, the taller girl somehow managed to do this without the outward appearance of their skirts or upper body appearing to move at all. Both girls skirts he realised had ridden completely up at the back, while at the same time completely covered the front.. other than sitting on a fellow commuter's lap however, it was the perfect crime, since his position in the carriage concealed anything naughty the girls were doing from the waist down from any other passenger close enough to look his direction. Although from what he could see the few remaining people in his carriage were seated forward facing anyway.
With their skirts ridden up he could see the shorter girl had cute pink cotton knickers on. The taller girl either had some sort of odd thong on, or wasn't wearing any underwear at all under her skirt. Within seconds both girls had half closed their eyes, and started panting a little as they gently rubbed their vaginas against him - the vibrations and swaying of the carriage he realised must have been travelling up his leg and transferring from his knee to the girls vaginas - their clitoris's specifically; pressed against him, given how far down both girls had rolled their hips back under their skirts as they sat on him leaning forward a little.
Both girls seemed to be getting quite excited, their panting almost but not quite turning into little moans, and he could feel the shorter girls pink underwear getting more and more wet and slippery as she rubbed herself on his hand. The taller girl too must have been getting quite into it.. she had leaned even further forward - now looking at the other girl, giving the appearance she was engaged in a heated discussion with the shorter girl from the vantage point of the other commuters.. but the only sounds coming out of her mouth were grunty sounding moans. Her new angle allowed Edmond to see that she definitely wasn't wearing any underwear, and was leaving a massive wet spot on his pants. Her skirt had slid so high now at the back it looked more like a tshirt. He could see her anus, and glistening exposed wet vagina opening from the back now. She was basically touching her toes now, yet she still managed to pull off the "casually leaning forward to chat to my girlfriend" aesthetic somehow.
Edmond was surprised their weight wasn't bothering him or causing any cramps. Both girls were surprisingly light he realised, their combined weight in kilograms was probably still in double digits, the entire situation other than being incredibly erotic was also surprisingly comfortable. The evening air was slightly chilly, and the girls soft bodies were keeping his legs warm.
"Uuuhmm.. Ok wow.. not sure what I did to earn this.. but thanks..", he finally managed to say lamely.
The taller girl looked back over her shoulder at him and grinned, "I am a little uncomfortable, can you just move this...", she reached back and put her hand in his lap, intending to grab his right hand but missing and landing on the now rather obvious bulge in his pants instead.., "Oh well that would be nice too.. but I mean this..", she added, leaving her first hand on his bulge and reaching behind her awkwardly with her other hand to grab his fingers, and move his hand behind her. "Yes this.... here..", she added grabbing his hand suddenly and yanking it forward causing two of his fingers to suddenly slide deep inside her vagina from the back. "Oh fuck ye.. that's better", she moaned, using the swaying of the train to cause his fingers to slide in and out of her vagina like she was making love to them. He wasn't about to object, and besides they both still held his hands in place anyway even if he had wanted to stop.
The shorter girl giggled and looked over, "you are doing it wrong.. try this instead..", she said, reaching her free hand over to Edmonds right hand, and grabbing his thumb, then with a quick movement timed with a sudden jump of the carriage pushing it into the taller girls asshole too. The taller girl jumped a little, "ooof.. ooh. I like that. mmmm", she purred adjusting her movements a little so that his hand was essentially fucking both her holes as she continued to rub her front on his knee to feel the train vibrations. If she was wet before, this made her dam break completely, he could feel warm wet slime running out her vagina across his hand and down his leg now, enough to start pooling on the top of his backpack. The shorter girls movements sped up as she kept her eyes glued to the fingers on his hand vanishing in and out of her taller companions filthy holes as the train moved. Soon the leg under the shorter girl had a puddle forming under it too. These girls were both wet, a lot.. he felt like someone had upended a container of warm honey on both of his legs under the girls. The taller girl, her hand still on his bulge grabbed at it and started rubbing it through his pants as she too started speeding up. Both girls had given up any pretence of talking and were both actively panting and moaning as they rubbed and thrusted at him; although they tried to be "breathy" as they did muting the sound enough it didn't carry to the other passengers.
After a while, first one girl, then the other made a drawn out moaning sound and clamped their legs open and closed for a few seconds.. both leaning over to French kiss each other as they did, before resuming grinding and thrusting at a more relaxed pace.
Edmond, trying very hard not to let go himself; allowed the both girls to keep having their way with him, while also trying to avoid emptying his balls into his pants. Right on the very edge of the Taller girl nearly making him do exactly that she suddenly stopped, "Oh shit, we get off at the next stop", she exclaimed. The shorter girl giggled uncontrollably all of a sudden, and the taller girl looked at her with concern. "What's wrong?", she asked. The shorter girl clipped her laughter long enough to push out the words, "We already did.."
The taller girl looked confused for a moment, then giving the fingers violating her holes a playful back thrust of her ass, as deep as she could get them inside her, she held them there inside a moment and burst out laughing as well, "Ohhhhh", she laughed, nearly falling off Edmonds lap. "Oh fuck I need to stop laughing or I am going to piss myself", exclaimed the taller girl. The shorter girl took a breath and tried to stop laughing, "looks like you already did that too Julie..", she said pointing at the completely saturated trouser pants and the soaking wet backpack sitting on the floor below. "What!", she said, looking down.. and testing it with her finger. She licked the finger and made some tasting sounds "naah that's all love down there baby, wanna try some..?", the Shorter girl giggled again.. "maybe somewhere less public", she winked.
'So the taller girl is called Julie?', thought Edmond
"you are not much better yourself", pointed out Julie, gesturing at the similar sized puddle under the shorter girl.
She looked down and turned red. "I hope that is all love.. or I will die of embarrassment", she said lamely.
If he was really being honest with himself, Edmond really wouldn't have cared if they had peed themselves on his lap. Given the current condition of his pants, it would have ended up looking the same anyway, and to be honest for some odd reason the idea of a couple of hot drunken girls randomly getting off on his hands then pissing themselves on his lap afterwards actually sounded kind of hot compared to his prior love life.. or lack of.
The train intercom chimed the upcoming station, and the girls prepared to stand up again. "Thanks for giving me somewhere to sit cutey", said the shorter girl patting the hand he had still pressed to her soaking wet knickers, then she carefully stood up, still holding his hand in place between her legs for a few seconds as she brushed her skirt down to conceal her underwear, then letting it go reluctantly, kissed her wet tainted finger and pressed it to Edmonds lips with a wink. Somehow her skirt still looked spotless even after all that mess.
"Oh.. damn Julie.. now that he isn't rubbing me I think I am busting to pee too now", complained the shorter girl. "Welcome to my world sucker", giggled Julie, who had also stood up now, visibly dancing around as she pulled a tissue out to wipe all the drips of her sexual excitement still running down the inside of her legs. Somehow Julie's skirt still looked dry too, despite her making twice as much mess. Maybe they are treated to be water resistant pondered Edmond, too confused from the girl pressing her dirty finger to his lips to have any other useful thoughts.
"See this is why I don'tt wear underwear, it will only get ruined", observed Julie as she squatted down to wipe her feet, giving Edmond a view up the front of her skirt for the first time. It looked tasty down there. Well trimmed, nice shape, totally lickable. From the lower vantage point, Julie caught sight of the shorter girls entirely ruined panties up her skirt. The shorter girl laughed again then stopped and turned red. "Oh shit I think I just pissed myself a little.", she laughed with embarrassment, then went even redder as the further laughter caused even more to leak out. "Ok point taken.. but does it really matter? these are already ruined? I should just wet myself right here and be done with it.", laughed the Shorter girl. "Ok then I dare you to, right here", laughed Julie. "Ok but if I do, you have to do it too!", cackled the shorter girl.
Edmond looked back and forth between the girls with his jaw open. Why does this conversation sound so hot? He wondered. Then realising he was still hard and probably three rubs away from needing to also ruining his own underwear too he took some slow careful breaths. 'That would be why.. they got me hanging so close to the edge, I would find grass growing erotic right now', thought Edmond, glancing at the slowly stopping scenery outside as the train pulled into the station. Wow grass can be so.. green. He thought. Snickering to himself.
"Fine then!", muttered Julie, "Fine then!", answered the shorter girl, getting a look of concentration on her face. Surprising himself, Edmond looked between her legs with interest. "I can't!", exclaimed the shorter girl. "Ha! you cant do it on purpose.", laughed Julie, opening her legs a little and getting the same look of concentration. A single solitary drip ran down the inside of her leg. "Well that was.. anticlimactic", observed the shorter girl watching as the drip finished running down and fell on the floor of the train.
The train finally stopped and the doors opened, both girls gave Edmond a quick wave, blew him a kiss and ran out the door. "Oh shit" Yelled Julie, "I know me too!" laughed the other girl. Edmond looked out the door and could see both girls leaving a trail of liquid on the ground between their legs as they skipped down the platform to the carpark. The train door was still open so he could hear the girls. Both girls stopped, then with a shout of jubilation the shorter girl opened her legs a little and a puddle started growing really quickly on the ground below her. Julie pulled the skirt front up to look. "Oh damn, why does that look so hot?" she muttered. The shorter girl went bright red and looked around, but nobody in the train; except Edmond, was looking. She winked at him and opened her legs a bit more. Next to her Julie was also creating a puddle, only slower. "Oh this does actually feels kind of sexy", giggled the shorter girl, "the wetness is filling out in my knickers and making my bits feel all warm and tingly, makes me wanna finger myself right here"
"Doesn't feel sexy to me, the inside of my legs feel warm for a moment then go cold", observed Julie looking down at the twin puddles below both her feet. "That's because its more naughty if you do it in your knickers silly, stop and put on my spare knickers.. then do it again", said the shorter girl pulling some rainbow striped skin tight stretch fabric bikini bottom knickers from her purse. Julie gave her a funny look than pulled the knickers on, flashing her glistening wet vagina briefly in Edmond's direction then closed her eyes and opened her legs. This time the puddle was between her legs instead of running down her skin. She pulled the front of her skirt up to look at herself, giving Edmond a view of them too. "Oh it also stops my skin getting wet like this.. it drips out in the middle now. oh my it does feel more naughty like this.. how about we go home and finger each other on the way after this.." She let her skirt drop, and opened her legs a little more. The shorter girl squatting down to finish pissing her knickers in a squat that caused her skirt to ride up exposing her lower half to Edmund as she looked up Julies skirt to watch her piss herself too, up close. "Why wait?", giggled the shorter girl, reaching up to tickle Julies wet crotch as she pissed herself, getting it all over her hand. Julie made a very interesting gasping sound at the contact and started squirming her hips a little against the hand. "I am so doing that to you too next time", gasped Julie, watching her pee run down the other girls wrist as her hand rubbed her.
The train door closed cutting off the sound of any further conversation outside and the train started moving off as he watched the girls step off the platform, lifting both their skirts to slide each others hand inside their dripping panty as they stepped into the darkness beyond.
Well. That was.. memorable, thought Edmond. His stop was next. Thankfully hidden behind the stairway partition nobody could see the condition of his pants, and his stop had no platform lights where the carriage door opened. He was able to get to his car without anybody noticing it looked like he pissed himself. Although after the spectacle on the prior platform, he was tempted to do exactly that, since the girls seemed to have so much fun doing it. He shook his head. He was still hard. He looked at the grass again. Those crazy girls turning me into freak he muttered to himself as he climbed into his car and drove home.
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The unexpected hitchhiker.
I had pulled over to check my phone, when a petite girl climbed into the rear passenger seat of my car suddenly, obviously thinking I had stopped to give her a ride - although I had not actually noticed her, as my phone had chimed just before rounding the turn she had been standing on. The hitchhiker insisted she was 23, despite her looks, and short stature. She even had the university ID card to prove it.. although it didn't actually show a date anywhere.. so for all I knew she was a child prodigy. I mean sure she was cute, and you cant fake those breasts, just the rest of her looked so.. fresh? It was hard to tell how old (or young) she actually was. He had seen her before he realised, briefly on the train some weeks before.. in a very interesting encounter - this time however she looked sad, as though dark thoughts troubled her. The ID listed her name as Eva C Lovelock. I wondered what the C stood for. She seemed oddly hesitant to elaborate as if there was a skeleton in a closet there with her middle name. She had perfect skin, that meant she was in her 20s right? If not, there would be acne surely? Although I had not intended to pick up a hitchhiker, the look on her face made me hesitate so I didn't ask her to get out again. I wasn't sure if I was imagining things, but she had the look of someone looking for something high to throw herself off. Even without the prior encounter she was far too cute to be wasting her life like that.
I am a man, hard not to think like that, especially when she was technically the last girl to ever go near me in any erotic sense. I explained I was picking my daughter up, then asked where she needed a ride. She gave me an oddly appraising look; then with a shrug answered ambiguously, "Anywhere you want..". I raised an eyebrow; confused, and pulled back onto the road. The tone she used seem to drip with innuendo, suggesting she had meant riding ME. I didn't trust myself enough not to say something stupid and kept silent in case I was mistaken about her tone.
I found my daughter only 30 metres from where I had expected her and collected her in the car, Eva moving to the middle seat to let her slide into the back seat next to her. She accepted the hitchhiker at face value as most children do. To my daughter Madeline's eyes the hitchhiker looked plenty old enough, probably the breasts, tho no child had hips to match, and the hitchhiker had those to spare and then some. Sort of leggy body and sexy ass that would go the entire day getting wolf whistles back in the old days. Maybe she really was 23, or near enough to it. I really should stop being so neurotic over such things. The hitchhiker seemed to vaguely recognise me, but seemed unsure where from. Probably because last time I bumped into her on the train, she had been quite drunk considering what she got up to at the time.
My daughter chattered and interrogated the hitchhiker in the usual unfiltered way of childhood conversations, finding with sympathy that Miss Lovelock had recently been dumped, somehow both unperturbed and nonplussed at the same time when the hitchhiker, apparently in need of venting to another female actually disclosed the reason to Madeline; her ex-boyfriend.. a boyfriend she apparently shared with another girl called Julie.. had told her he didn't like they way she smelt in bed, and things had gone downhill from there to the point they broke up. Thankfully she had not elaborated further of the mechanics of two girls sharing the same boyfriend.. that was a conversation I really didn't want to be having with my daughter.. but in essence it seemed that Miss Lovelock likely had some sort of vaginal flora imbalance, either thrush or a mild infection. Something that is childishly easy to resolve, so her ex boyfriend, whoever he was; was clearly a complete utter self centred moron to break up over that, and had probably caused it too by not washing HIMSELF properly. Certainly on the train there had been no sign of any offensive odour when she pressed a finger to my mouth. Also, why the hell did I still remember that? Maybe I really was turning into a freak.
Amusingly the conversation seemed to chase away whatever dark thoughts troubled the hitchiker as she gave me another look then her cheeks suddenly went bright red. She suddenly sat up more in the middle seat, opening her knees more, possibly without realising then started smirking and avoiding my eyes in the rear view mirror. Madeline distracted from her thoughts momentarily by the movement squealed suddenly, causing me to brake and turn to look what was wrong. She exclaimed, "Oh that bikini bottom is so adorable, where did you get it?" My eyes went wide as I realised I was looking up her skirt without thinking, the car sitting slightly to the side of the road stationary as Eva's smirk changed to a grin and she opened her legs wider, pulling her skirt up to allow Madeline admire them in more detail. Only she was looking at me not Madeline. They had ridden up a little at the back, there was a cameltoe, and where the crotch had slid over to make it I realised I could make out a tuft of soft golden hairs before I looked away, my cheeks burning. "I got them from that surf shop over on main street", said Eva turning to look at Madeline. "You like them?", Madeline asked me, gesturing at Eva and pestering me until I looked again. "uuhm they are very lovely", I said turning to look at the road an even darker shade of red now. "Can you get me a pair?", pestered Madeline. I shrugged and concentrated on the road.
Madeline; her thoughts returning to the earlier topic of conversation, considered Eva's situation. A moment later, Madeline considering herself an authority on such things now, having acquired her first boyfriend at the age of 10, had sagely insisted, that because we were both dumped recently Miss Lovelock should date me.. I mean she isn't talking nonsense, we were both technically single. I had just finished up a messy divorce in an emotionless marriage that should never have gone on as long as it had. Lord knows after the incident on the train, Eva was certainly a lot more interesting.
My only concern here was Madeline's only date material criteria here was apparently me liking the hitchhikers underwear - after tricking me into looking that is.. and Miss Lovelock enjoying every second of letting me - going by the oily wet spot that started appearing as I stood there frozen like a deer in headlights admiring the view earlier. Miss Lovelock, was now giving me oddly appraising looks.. and those knees, she kept them wide open in the back seat the entire time like she was baiting me to look again. "If you dated him, you could take me shopping to buy one with me", rationalised Madeline. "totally", replied Eva meeting my eyes in the car mirror and smirking again.. That wasn't a no I realised. If anything that look she was giving looked more like a yes to the idea of dating.
Under her skirt was a shiny rainbow striped skin tight stretch fabric bikini bottom, it was cute, of course I liked it. I mean it is just a swimsuit, you would see hundreds of even more daring ones at the beach or pool, just with the skirt.. it just made it seem more.. taboo? naughty? lascivious? The fact it was so skin tight, that if it was not for the gusset on the crotch it would have looked painted on didn't hurt either. The aesthetic curve of her crotch mound made my chest do weird flutters too. I was probably blushing. Not to mention I had actually encountered Miss Lovelock before, briefly - and was well acquainted with how that mound felt on my hand - glorious.
That friday night on the train back from the airport, although she had not introduced herself and her friend at the time; the incident had been somewhat more memorable than your usual train carriage encounter; and it gave me a fair idea just what she liked to get up to.. so I suppose I wasn't going in entirely blind here if we did hook up. It would certainly be fun.
After listening to how my daughter got her first boyfriend, an amusing anecdote of female conquest that unsurprisingly involved a boy commenting about her knickers, and then getting a whole lot more than he bargained for, when what was intended as bullying was instead taken as a compliment, and she blind sided him by reacting with a kiss full on the lips. Their first kiss. Both of them. Miss Lovelock couldn't fault her logic, that story had been adorable. Then Eva whispered something in Madeline's ear that made her eyes twinkle.
So the idea of us dating seemed to agree with her. Honestly it was like I was not even sitting in the car, the pair of them just decided on it, over something as arbitrary as complimenting her bikini bottom, without giving me a say in the matter, and apparently it was settled. My daughter fully expected me to start making out with Eva the moment I dropped her off to finalise the arrangement. Honestly...
After dropping my daughter off at school.. where she immediately acted on something whispered by Miss Lovelock in her ear earlier with said boyfriend, and a few seconds later resulted in a pair of red faces popping up from behind a bush, getting a thumbs up from Madeline, and a shell shocked look of terror from the boy when he realised I was still sitting in the car looking their direction, I was suddenly alone driving off in the car with Miss Eva Lovelock.
She had apparently forgotten where she originally intended to hitchhike to - if she ever had a destination to begin with. I suppose remaining in the car with me was now our first date? The conversation then somehow drifted to the best way to resolve her 'problem' - apparently it was an issue she had never had before. I pointed out there was a simple cream you could get for most things that cause unusual odours, and suggested we visit a pharmacy. She coughed to get my attention and I turned to glance over my shoulder. She was still sitting in the middle seat with her legs open. She then suggested I administer said treatment myself.. then convinced me that I should probably let her sit on my face later.. to see if it worked. I might have reacted more to that comment, if it wasn't for the fact I had just realised she wasn't wearing any underwear anymore. She had a cute dusting of neatly trimmed golden brown fur down there.. not too much not too little. Enough to scream "woman" not enough to get in the way.
How did it even come to this? I wondered a week later as Eva, who had already moved in; stood there in front of me on the beach wearing nothing but that rainbow bikini, then started wetting herself in it, and grabbing my hand pressed it to the front as she did, making her pee run through my fingers. Then giggling with delight when she saw the bulge in my pants, pointed out that the cream had worked, then pushed me on the sand, pulled her elastic over and sat on my face just like she said she would.
Still I wasn't complaining. She had taken Madeline to buy her own bikini, saving me the embarrassment of going into the woman's clothing department with her, and I didn't even have to pay for it either. Except by dating her. Turns out dating a hot kinky girl with her own money has its advantages; for one, we had more fun that first month than my entire previous marriage.
Also she was /really/ good in bed.. she knew tricks I had never even heard of, turns out she once worked in adult films.. she still got royalties so she was not exactly broke either. Although when she had been hitchhiking she didn't have anywhere to go when her ex had kicked her out, as she didn't have a place of her own at the time. Shortly after that her friend Julie came over; apparently she had dumped the guy too.. and Julie STILL worked in adult films. Things really got interesting then. Julie would get Eva and myself to help her practice her upcoming movie scripts before shooting.. like.. actually play them out. Eva alone was impressive in the bedroom; but when she got together in there with Julie?
Wow. Just Wow.
(This is a short two part story I have been sitting on for a while and only just got around to finishing, feel free to correct me if I got the old school ASSM tags wrong in the title if you still know what those are.)
Summary:
While travelling back from airport, on a friday night, sitting in a jockey seat on train (near the carriage exit, so there is only one seat)
two girls unexpectedly decide to share the seat.. hilarity ensues..
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The flight landed without incident, and Edmond collected his backpack. He had needed to go upstate over some paperwork related to his divorce, but it was finally over. Ten years of living like an exile in his own house with a wife who apparently felt no emotion beyond elation that her favourite clothing brand was on special, washed away with a pen stroke. All things considered he got off lightly, he had married early, and he had not quite turned 30 yet. He had fathered a single daughter; who thankfully had been the one highlight in an otherwise loveless and thankless marriage; and about the only time his ex-wife had even let him sleep in the same bed had been the act of conception. He would not even be surprised if it turned out the daughter was not even his, but he didn't care, his daughter was awesome, literally kept him sane and he had raised her, his ex wife, not so much. Mother and daughter polar opposites emotionally. Or rather his daughter had them, and his wife didn't. He exited the terminal and walked over to the nearby train station to buy a ticket. The train ride would probably take longer than the flight, his stop was almost at the other end of this particular line. He could have taken his car, but that would have cost more than the train ticket in airport parking fees. It was early evening on friday, and thankfully there was not a lot of passengers yet when he finally boarded the train. He decided on a singular jockey seat next to the exit of the rear carriage, that was usually the last to fill when everyone got off work to either go home or hit a club or eatery.
The trip was for the most part uneventful until the train started to fill up, and he amused himself reading a book. Several stops later the train had filled up to basically standing room only, so he put the book back in his bag to avoid anyone bumping it out of his hand in the press of bodies. A likely event given how much the poorly maintained train swayed and vibrated. There was one vacant seat left across the aisle, but given it had something wet on it, which could have been anything from puke, water, paint, soup or pee, and had soaked into the fabric so much - short of sniffing it - it was not even identifiable - nobody was going to risk going near it. He looked at his left hand with passing interest. He had stopped wearing the wedding ring long enough now that the light tan on his skin was just starting to gain ground darkening the white skin where it had been.
The passenger press was thinning out a little now, although no other seats were still available, there was only a handful of folk left standing in this particular carriage, so with the scant privacy afforded by the handrail on this side near the carriage door where they had removed the bench seat to accommodate the stairs, leaving the lonely jockey seat he was sitting on, and the unusable seat across the aisle, he was for the most part alone now at this end of the carriage except for a couple of very drunk looking girls in skimpy outfits gossiping into each others ears. He noticed they were taking turns grinding lewdly against the support pole they were holding as they stood - like exotic dancers and giggling about it afterwards. The girls whispered something about vibration, and made a growling sound at each other, then whispered something else and glanced around the carriage, their eyes eventually settling on Edmond; who they noticed had a seat which thanks to the stairwell partition, was shielded visually from the rest of the passengers in the carriage. Both girls seemed to look very thoughtful as they observed Edmond.
He ignored them and returned to examining his hand, turning it over now to look at the palm. The white skin was not as obvious in this side, the whitened former ring area having more of a pink hue matching the rest of his hand.
From the corner of his eyes he could see the girls whispering to each other as they watched him, then they both turned their back to him and started talking loudly to each other as if Edmond was not there. From the conversation he gathered they were starting to feel uncomfortable standing so long, and wanted to get off their feet.. He stole another glance at them while their backs were turned.
The two girls were like night and day. One was quite short, at best somewhere around 4 to 5 feet tall with a light wash to her brown hair, making it look more blonde. He had initially mistaken her for a child until they had moved in front of him to hold the pole, then her physique, clothes and behaviour made it obvious she was definitely all women, no child has breasts and an ass that was all legs like that. Although he couldn't guess exactly what age she was. At worst teen, at best early 20s. She was so fresh faced looking it was almost impossible to nail down an exact age. The other girl was quite a bit taller, with dark black raven hair, somewhere between 5 and 6 feet tall and looked more womanly, a little less fresh faced, and a bit more sultry looking - probably in her mid 20s at least. She was all legs too tho. Yikes.
They both had matching logos on their shirts.. university girls? They went to school dressed like that?
From his vantage point he could see just how short their skirts actually were, from the back more so - it was at least 2 possibly even 3 inches shorter than the front on both girls outfits. So much so, when the train did any particularly sudden movement he got flashed the bottom of their butt cheeks a little. With that discovery he suddenly decided it would probably be better to look at his hand some more. Resting his right hand in his lap, to look casual, but more so to cover the rising bulge that the earlier view had inspired. He rested his left hand palm up on his leg, looking lamely at his ring finger he avoided further eye contact with the girls and tried to act nonchalant.
He could still hear the girls however, "This swaying and vibration is making me feel weird", the two girls discussed with each other. "I know.. it almost seems a waste.. You know what would be even better?", the taller girl said. The shorter girl whispered something in her ear. "Exactly!", the taller girl said. Both girls were quiet for a few seconds, although from the rustle sounds they were moving or looking around. Suddenly the shorter girl exclaimed, "I just have to get off my feet and sit down somewhere or I might faint.." The other girl similarly responded, "I really wish I was off my feet and on my back right now too actually..", she announced.
Edmond paused with confusion, wondering if he had heard that right, he went to look up and glance at the girls again, but before he could the shorter girl suddenly plopped her ass down on his left knee, pressing the soft and warm fabric of her knickers- the crotch of her vagina he realised right into the palm of his left hand, surprising him. "Oh, sorry.. forgot you were there.. I really needed to get off my feet.. I hope you don't mind me sitting..", she paused a moment and wiggled her hips a little, leaning forward slightly, and grinding the top of her vagina.. her clitoris in particular he realised into his hand, before resuming, "... here.." she said, with a very suggestive tone and a grin over her shoulder at him. She gave another little wiggle of her hip grinding herself at his hand some more, somehow managing to do it in such a way that the skirt didn't move at all, and to an outside observer appeared like she had not moved at all. But his hand felt everything, and the warm smooth softness cupped into his hand grinding at him felt like probably the best thing that had happened to him in 10 years. He briefly tried to withdraw his pinned hand, still not entirely sure she had actually intended for him to leave it there, but she resolved the confusion by arching her back a little more and rolling her ass back a bit more, then reaching a hand between her legs to thread her fingers into his own hands fingers and press his hand into her vagina even more, holding it in place there as she ground her vagina into it.
Edmond opened his mouth to talk, but confused, little more than a lame sounding "errr.." got out before the second taller girl too, plopped her ass down, this time on his right knee, the cheek of her ass pressing into the side of the hand he had sitting in his lap, and each of her cheeks straddling a different side of his leg. She leaned forward a little, and started gently grinding her vagina into his leg too. Like the first girl, the taller girl somehow managed to do this without the outward appearance of their skirts or upper body appearing to move at all. Both girls skirts he realised had ridden completely up at the back, while at the same time completely covered the front.. other than sitting on a fellow commuter's lap however, it was the perfect crime, since his position in the carriage concealed anything naughty the girls were doing from the waist down from any other passenger close enough to look his direction. Although from what he could see the few remaining people in his carriage were seated forward facing anyway.
With their skirts ridden up he could see the shorter girl had cute pink cotton knickers on. The taller girl either had some sort of odd thong on, or wasn't wearing any underwear at all under her skirt. Within seconds both girls had half closed their eyes, and started panting a little as they gently rubbed their vaginas against him - the vibrations and swaying of the carriage he realised must have been travelling up his leg and transferring from his knee to the girls vaginas - their clitoris's specifically; pressed against him, given how far down both girls had rolled their hips back under their skirts as they sat on him leaning forward a little.
Both girls seemed to be getting quite excited, their panting almost but not quite turning into little moans, and he could feel the shorter girls pink underwear getting more and more wet and slippery as she rubbed herself on his hand. The taller girl too must have been getting quite into it.. she had leaned even further forward - now looking at the other girl, giving the appearance she was engaged in a heated discussion with the shorter girl from the vantage point of the other commuters.. but the only sounds coming out of her mouth were grunty sounding moans. Her new angle allowed Edmond to see that she definitely wasn't wearing any underwear, and was leaving a massive wet spot on his pants. Her skirt had slid so high now at the back it looked more like a tshirt. He could see her anus, and glistening exposed wet vagina opening from the back now. She was basically touching her toes now, yet she still managed to pull off the "casually leaning forward to chat to my girlfriend" aesthetic somehow.
Edmond was surprised their weight wasn't bothering him or causing any cramps. Both girls were surprisingly light he realised, their combined weight in kilograms was probably still in double digits, the entire situation other than being incredibly erotic was also surprisingly comfortable. The evening air was slightly chilly, and the girls soft bodies were keeping his legs warm.
"Uuuhmm.. Ok wow.. not sure what I did to earn this.. but thanks..", he finally managed to say lamely.
The taller girl looked back over her shoulder at him and grinned, "I am a little uncomfortable, can you just move this...", she reached back and put her hand in his lap, intending to grab his right hand but missing and landing on the now rather obvious bulge in his pants instead.., "Oh well that would be nice too.. but I mean this..", she added, leaving her first hand on his bulge and reaching behind her awkwardly with her other hand to grab his fingers, and move his hand behind her. "Yes this.... here..", she added grabbing his hand suddenly and yanking it forward causing two of his fingers to suddenly slide deep inside her vagina from the back. "Oh fuck ye.. that's better", she moaned, using the swaying of the train to cause his fingers to slide in and out of her vagina like she was making love to them. He wasn't about to object, and besides they both still held his hands in place anyway even if he had wanted to stop.
The shorter girl giggled and looked over, "you are doing it wrong.. try this instead..", she said, reaching her free hand over to Edmonds right hand, and grabbing his thumb, then with a quick movement timed with a sudden jump of the carriage pushing it into the taller girls asshole too. The taller girl jumped a little, "ooof.. ooh. I like that. mmmm", she purred adjusting her movements a little so that his hand was essentially fucking both her holes as she continued to rub her front on his knee to feel the train vibrations. If she was wet before, this made her dam break completely, he could feel warm wet slime running out her vagina across his hand and down his leg now, enough to start pooling on the top of his backpack. The shorter girls movements sped up as she kept her eyes glued to the fingers on his hand vanishing in and out of her taller companions filthy holes as the train moved. Soon the leg under the shorter girl had a puddle forming under it too. These girls were both wet, a lot.. he felt like someone had upended a container of warm honey on both of his legs under the girls. The taller girl, her hand still on his bulge grabbed at it and started rubbing it through his pants as she too started speeding up. Both girls had given up any pretence of talking and were both actively panting and moaning as they rubbed and thrusted at him; although they tried to be "breathy" as they did muting the sound enough it didn't carry to the other passengers.
After a while, first one girl, then the other made a drawn out moaning sound and clamped their legs open and closed for a few seconds.. both leaning over to French kiss each other as they did, before resuming grinding and thrusting at a more relaxed pace.
Edmond, trying very hard not to let go himself; allowed the both girls to keep having their way with him, while also trying to avoid emptying his balls into his pants. Right on the very edge of the Taller girl nearly making him do exactly that she suddenly stopped, "Oh shit, we get off at the next stop", she exclaimed. The shorter girl giggled uncontrollably all of a sudden, and the taller girl looked at her with concern. "What's wrong?", she asked. The shorter girl clipped her laughter long enough to push out the words, "We already did.."
The taller girl looked confused for a moment, then giving the fingers violating her holes a playful back thrust of her ass, as deep as she could get them inside her, she held them there inside a moment and burst out laughing as well, "Ohhhhh", she laughed, nearly falling off Edmonds lap. "Oh fuck I need to stop laughing or I am going to piss myself", exclaimed the taller girl. The shorter girl took a breath and tried to stop laughing, "looks like you already did that too Julie..", she said pointing at the completely saturated trouser pants and the soaking wet backpack sitting on the floor below. "What!", she said, looking down.. and testing it with her finger. She licked the finger and made some tasting sounds "naah that's all love down there baby, wanna try some..?", the Shorter girl giggled again.. "maybe somewhere less public", she winked.
'So the taller girl is called Julie?', thought Edmond
"you are not much better yourself", pointed out Julie, gesturing at the similar sized puddle under the shorter girl.
She looked down and turned red. "I hope that is all love.. or I will die of embarrassment", she said lamely.
If he was really being honest with himself, Edmond really wouldn't have cared if they had peed themselves on his lap. Given the current condition of his pants, it would have ended up looking the same anyway, and to be honest for some odd reason the idea of a couple of hot drunken girls randomly getting off on his hands then pissing themselves on his lap afterwards actually sounded kind of hot compared to his prior love life.. or lack of.
The train intercom chimed the upcoming station, and the girls prepared to stand up again. "Thanks for giving me somewhere to sit cutey", said the shorter girl patting the hand he had still pressed to her soaking wet knickers, then she carefully stood up, still holding his hand in place between her legs for a few seconds as she brushed her skirt down to conceal her underwear, then letting it go reluctantly, kissed her wet tainted finger and pressed it to Edmonds lips with a wink. Somehow her skirt still looked spotless even after all that mess.
"Oh.. damn Julie.. now that he isn't rubbing me I think I am busting to pee too now", complained the shorter girl. "Welcome to my world sucker", giggled Julie, who had also stood up now, visibly dancing around as she pulled a tissue out to wipe all the drips of her sexual excitement still running down the inside of her legs. Somehow Julie's skirt still looked dry too, despite her making twice as much mess. Maybe they are treated to be water resistant pondered Edmond, too confused from the girl pressing her dirty finger to his lips to have any other useful thoughts.
"See this is why I don'tt wear underwear, it will only get ruined", observed Julie as she squatted down to wipe her feet, giving Edmond a view up the front of her skirt for the first time. It looked tasty down there. Well trimmed, nice shape, totally lickable. From the lower vantage point, Julie caught sight of the shorter girls entirely ruined panties up her skirt. The shorter girl laughed again then stopped and turned red. "Oh shit I think I just pissed myself a little.", she laughed with embarrassment, then went even redder as the further laughter caused even more to leak out. "Ok point taken.. but does it really matter? these are already ruined? I should just wet myself right here and be done with it.", laughed the Shorter girl. "Ok then I dare you to, right here", laughed Julie. "Ok but if I do, you have to do it too!", cackled the shorter girl.
Edmond looked back and forth between the girls with his jaw open. Why does this conversation sound so hot? He wondered. Then realising he was still hard and probably three rubs away from needing to also ruining his own underwear too he took some slow careful breaths. 'That would be why.. they got me hanging so close to the edge, I would find grass growing erotic right now', thought Edmond, glancing at the slowly stopping scenery outside as the train pulled into the station. Wow grass can be so.. green. He thought. Snickering to himself.
"Fine then!", muttered Julie, "Fine then!", answered the shorter girl, getting a look of concentration on her face. Surprising himself, Edmond looked between her legs with interest. "I can't!", exclaimed the shorter girl. "Ha! you cant do it on purpose.", laughed Julie, opening her legs a little and getting the same look of concentration. A single solitary drip ran down the inside of her leg. "Well that was.. anticlimactic", observed the shorter girl watching as the drip finished running down and fell on the floor of the train.
The train finally stopped and the doors opened, both girls gave Edmond a quick wave, blew him a kiss and ran out the door. "Oh shit" Yelled Julie, "I know me too!" laughed the other girl. Edmond looked out the door and could see both girls leaving a trail of liquid on the ground between their legs as they skipped down the platform to the carpark. The train door was still open so he could hear the girls. Both girls stopped, then with a shout of jubilation the shorter girl opened her legs a little and a puddle started growing really quickly on the ground below her. Julie pulled the skirt front up to look. "Oh damn, why does that look so hot?" she muttered. The shorter girl went bright red and looked around, but nobody in the train; except Edmond, was looking. She winked at him and opened her legs a bit more. Next to her Julie was also creating a puddle, only slower. "Oh this does actually feels kind of sexy", giggled the shorter girl, "the wetness is filling out in my knickers and making my bits feel all warm and tingly, makes me wanna finger myself right here"
"Doesn't feel sexy to me, the inside of my legs feel warm for a moment then go cold", observed Julie looking down at the twin puddles below both her feet. "That's because its more naughty if you do it in your knickers silly, stop and put on my spare knickers.. then do it again", said the shorter girl pulling some rainbow striped skin tight stretch fabric bikini bottom knickers from her purse. Julie gave her a funny look than pulled the knickers on, flashing her glistening wet vagina briefly in Edmond's direction then closed her eyes and opened her legs. This time the puddle was between her legs instead of running down her skin. She pulled the front of her skirt up to look at herself, giving Edmond a view of them too. "Oh it also stops my skin getting wet like this.. it drips out in the middle now. oh my it does feel more naughty like this.. how about we go home and finger each other on the way after this.." She let her skirt drop, and opened her legs a little more. The shorter girl squatting down to finish pissing her knickers in a squat that caused her skirt to ride up exposing her lower half to Edmund as she looked up Julies skirt to watch her piss herself too, up close. "Why wait?", giggled the shorter girl, reaching up to tickle Julies wet crotch as she pissed herself, getting it all over her hand. Julie made a very interesting gasping sound at the contact and started squirming her hips a little against the hand. "I am so doing that to you too next time", gasped Julie, watching her pee run down the other girls wrist as her hand rubbed her.
The train door closed cutting off the sound of any further conversation outside and the train started moving off as he watched the girls step off the platform, lifting both their skirts to slide each others hand inside their dripping panty as they stepped into the darkness beyond.
Well. That was.. memorable, thought Edmond. His stop was next. Thankfully hidden behind the stairway partition nobody could see the condition of his pants, and his stop had no platform lights where the carriage door opened. He was able to get to his car without anybody noticing it looked like he pissed himself. Although after the spectacle on the prior platform, he was tempted to do exactly that, since the girls seemed to have so much fun doing it. He shook his head. He was still hard. He looked at the grass again. Those crazy girls turning me into freak he muttered to himself as he climbed into his car and drove home.
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The unexpected hitchhiker.
I had pulled over to check my phone, when a petite girl climbed into the rear passenger seat of my car suddenly, obviously thinking I had stopped to give her a ride - although I had not actually noticed her, as my phone had chimed just before rounding the turn she had been standing on. The hitchhiker insisted she was 23, despite her looks, and short stature. She even had the university ID card to prove it.. although it didn't actually show a date anywhere.. so for all I knew she was a child prodigy. I mean sure she was cute, and you cant fake those breasts, just the rest of her looked so.. fresh? It was hard to tell how old (or young) she actually was. He had seen her before he realised, briefly on the train some weeks before.. in a very interesting encounter - this time however she looked sad, as though dark thoughts troubled her. The ID listed her name as Eva C Lovelock. I wondered what the C stood for. She seemed oddly hesitant to elaborate as if there was a skeleton in a closet there with her middle name. She had perfect skin, that meant she was in her 20s right? If not, there would be acne surely? Although I had not intended to pick up a hitchhiker, the look on her face made me hesitate so I didn't ask her to get out again. I wasn't sure if I was imagining things, but she had the look of someone looking for something high to throw herself off. Even without the prior encounter she was far too cute to be wasting her life like that.
I am a man, hard not to think like that, especially when she was technically the last girl to ever go near me in any erotic sense. I explained I was picking my daughter up, then asked where she needed a ride. She gave me an oddly appraising look; then with a shrug answered ambiguously, "Anywhere you want..". I raised an eyebrow; confused, and pulled back onto the road. The tone she used seem to drip with innuendo, suggesting she had meant riding ME. I didn't trust myself enough not to say something stupid and kept silent in case I was mistaken about her tone.
I found my daughter only 30 metres from where I had expected her and collected her in the car, Eva moving to the middle seat to let her slide into the back seat next to her. She accepted the hitchhiker at face value as most children do. To my daughter Madeline's eyes the hitchhiker looked plenty old enough, probably the breasts, tho no child had hips to match, and the hitchhiker had those to spare and then some. Sort of leggy body and sexy ass that would go the entire day getting wolf whistles back in the old days. Maybe she really was 23, or near enough to it. I really should stop being so neurotic over such things. The hitchhiker seemed to vaguely recognise me, but seemed unsure where from. Probably because last time I bumped into her on the train, she had been quite drunk considering what she got up to at the time.
My daughter chattered and interrogated the hitchhiker in the usual unfiltered way of childhood conversations, finding with sympathy that Miss Lovelock had recently been dumped, somehow both unperturbed and nonplussed at the same time when the hitchhiker, apparently in need of venting to another female actually disclosed the reason to Madeline; her ex-boyfriend.. a boyfriend she apparently shared with another girl called Julie.. had told her he didn't like they way she smelt in bed, and things had gone downhill from there to the point they broke up. Thankfully she had not elaborated further of the mechanics of two girls sharing the same boyfriend.. that was a conversation I really didn't want to be having with my daughter.. but in essence it seemed that Miss Lovelock likely had some sort of vaginal flora imbalance, either thrush or a mild infection. Something that is childishly easy to resolve, so her ex boyfriend, whoever he was; was clearly a complete utter self centred moron to break up over that, and had probably caused it too by not washing HIMSELF properly. Certainly on the train there had been no sign of any offensive odour when she pressed a finger to my mouth. Also, why the hell did I still remember that? Maybe I really was turning into a freak.
Amusingly the conversation seemed to chase away whatever dark thoughts troubled the hitchiker as she gave me another look then her cheeks suddenly went bright red. She suddenly sat up more in the middle seat, opening her knees more, possibly without realising then started smirking and avoiding my eyes in the rear view mirror. Madeline distracted from her thoughts momentarily by the movement squealed suddenly, causing me to brake and turn to look what was wrong. She exclaimed, "Oh that bikini bottom is so adorable, where did you get it?" My eyes went wide as I realised I was looking up her skirt without thinking, the car sitting slightly to the side of the road stationary as Eva's smirk changed to a grin and she opened her legs wider, pulling her skirt up to allow Madeline admire them in more detail. Only she was looking at me not Madeline. They had ridden up a little at the back, there was a cameltoe, and where the crotch had slid over to make it I realised I could make out a tuft of soft golden hairs before I looked away, my cheeks burning. "I got them from that surf shop over on main street", said Eva turning to look at Madeline. "You like them?", Madeline asked me, gesturing at Eva and pestering me until I looked again. "uuhm they are very lovely", I said turning to look at the road an even darker shade of red now. "Can you get me a pair?", pestered Madeline. I shrugged and concentrated on the road.
Madeline; her thoughts returning to the earlier topic of conversation, considered Eva's situation. A moment later, Madeline considering herself an authority on such things now, having acquired her first boyfriend at the age of 10, had sagely insisted, that because we were both dumped recently Miss Lovelock should date me.. I mean she isn't talking nonsense, we were both technically single. I had just finished up a messy divorce in an emotionless marriage that should never have gone on as long as it had. Lord knows after the incident on the train, Eva was certainly a lot more interesting.
My only concern here was Madeline's only date material criteria here was apparently me liking the hitchhikers underwear - after tricking me into looking that is.. and Miss Lovelock enjoying every second of letting me - going by the oily wet spot that started appearing as I stood there frozen like a deer in headlights admiring the view earlier. Miss Lovelock, was now giving me oddly appraising looks.. and those knees, she kept them wide open in the back seat the entire time like she was baiting me to look again. "If you dated him, you could take me shopping to buy one with me", rationalised Madeline. "totally", replied Eva meeting my eyes in the car mirror and smirking again.. That wasn't a no I realised. If anything that look she was giving looked more like a yes to the idea of dating.
Under her skirt was a shiny rainbow striped skin tight stretch fabric bikini bottom, it was cute, of course I liked it. I mean it is just a swimsuit, you would see hundreds of even more daring ones at the beach or pool, just with the skirt.. it just made it seem more.. taboo? naughty? lascivious? The fact it was so skin tight, that if it was not for the gusset on the crotch it would have looked painted on didn't hurt either. The aesthetic curve of her crotch mound made my chest do weird flutters too. I was probably blushing. Not to mention I had actually encountered Miss Lovelock before, briefly - and was well acquainted with how that mound felt on my hand - glorious.
That friday night on the train back from the airport, although she had not introduced herself and her friend at the time; the incident had been somewhat more memorable than your usual train carriage encounter; and it gave me a fair idea just what she liked to get up to.. so I suppose I wasn't going in entirely blind here if we did hook up. It would certainly be fun.
After listening to how my daughter got her first boyfriend, an amusing anecdote of female conquest that unsurprisingly involved a boy commenting about her knickers, and then getting a whole lot more than he bargained for, when what was intended as bullying was instead taken as a compliment, and she blind sided him by reacting with a kiss full on the lips. Their first kiss. Both of them. Miss Lovelock couldn't fault her logic, that story had been adorable. Then Eva whispered something in Madeline's ear that made her eyes twinkle.
So the idea of us dating seemed to agree with her. Honestly it was like I was not even sitting in the car, the pair of them just decided on it, over something as arbitrary as complimenting her bikini bottom, without giving me a say in the matter, and apparently it was settled. My daughter fully expected me to start making out with Eva the moment I dropped her off to finalise the arrangement. Honestly...
After dropping my daughter off at school.. where she immediately acted on something whispered by Miss Lovelock in her ear earlier with said boyfriend, and a few seconds later resulted in a pair of red faces popping up from behind a bush, getting a thumbs up from Madeline, and a shell shocked look of terror from the boy when he realised I was still sitting in the car looking their direction, I was suddenly alone driving off in the car with Miss Eva Lovelock.
She had apparently forgotten where she originally intended to hitchhike to - if she ever had a destination to begin with. I suppose remaining in the car with me was now our first date? The conversation then somehow drifted to the best way to resolve her 'problem' - apparently it was an issue she had never had before. I pointed out there was a simple cream you could get for most things that cause unusual odours, and suggested we visit a pharmacy. She coughed to get my attention and I turned to glance over my shoulder. She was still sitting in the middle seat with her legs open. She then suggested I administer said treatment myself.. then convinced me that I should probably let her sit on my face later.. to see if it worked. I might have reacted more to that comment, if it wasn't for the fact I had just realised she wasn't wearing any underwear anymore. She had a cute dusting of neatly trimmed golden brown fur down there.. not too much not too little. Enough to scream "woman" not enough to get in the way.
How did it even come to this? I wondered a week later as Eva, who had already moved in; stood there in front of me on the beach wearing nothing but that rainbow bikini, then started wetting herself in it, and grabbing my hand pressed it to the front as she did, making her pee run through my fingers. Then giggling with delight when she saw the bulge in my pants, pointed out that the cream had worked, then pushed me on the sand, pulled her elastic over and sat on my face just like she said she would.
Still I wasn't complaining. She had taken Madeline to buy her own bikini, saving me the embarrassment of going into the woman's clothing department with her, and I didn't even have to pay for it either. Except by dating her. Turns out dating a hot kinky girl with her own money has its advantages; for one, we had more fun that first month than my entire previous marriage.
Also she was /really/ good in bed.. she knew tricks I had never even heard of, turns out she once worked in adult films.. she still got royalties so she was not exactly broke either. Although when she had been hitchhiking she didn't have anywhere to go when her ex had kicked her out, as she didn't have a place of her own at the time. Shortly after that her friend Julie came over; apparently she had dumped the guy too.. and Julie STILL worked in adult films. Things really got interesting then. Julie would get Eva and myself to help her practice her upcoming movie scripts before shooting.. like.. actually play them out. Eva alone was impressive in the bedroom; but when she got together in there with Julie?
Wow. Just Wow.
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