This is a story told to me by my wife. It happened before I met her. She was about 23 at the time. It's part of a larger story.
Carol and her cousin, Sammy (newly legal), had been to a major state capital to see Sammy's brother, who was in the navy. On their last night, they boarded their train back to home. The carriage was like an aircraft cabin, with seats in rows of two down each side. They were large and relatively comfortable (unlike an aircraft seat). The girls took their seats. In front of them were two young surfers, about Sammyās age.
Not long into the journey the surferās hormones got the better of them and they began chatting up the girls. Eventually one of the surfers invited Sammy to swap seats with his friend. Sammy, sitting on the window side, eagerly got up and swapped, the other surfer taking her seat.
Carol looked at her young traveling companion and thought he was kind of cute. Pity about him being younger. As they talked into the night, the lights were dimmed, and most passengers tried to ...... as best they could.
Carol and her young surfer friend tried to do the same. Unlike aircraft seats there was no armrest between them. Carol curled up in a ...... position, knees to chest, with her head on the aisle side armrest using a woolen jumper as a pillow. Although this position was the most comfortable, she could achieve, it gave the surfer an unqualified view of her workaday pink cotton undies from beneath her short, black, skirt. Carolās considerate new friend retrieved a large beach towel from his pack and covered her with it. He then moved spoon like into her, adjusting the towel so it covered their waists.
It wasnāt long before Carol felt his hand massaging her pussy through the cotton of her knickers. Aware of her surroundings, she kept still as his hand slid beneath the elastic, his fingers penetrating her cunt and rubbing her clit. Carol went stiff at his touch, not daring to move. She looked to see if anyone was watching and stared straight into the eyes of the passenger in the seat directly across the aisle. He was a middle-aged man, with silver and grey hair balding from the front. It was obvious that he knew what was happening.
Carol looked pensively at the man, and him at her, as the surfer extracted his fingers. He hitched up her skirt and dragged the back of her knickers down her butt, just far enough to allow him access. She could feel him adjusting his clothing then felt his erection searching for the cave in her black forest. This required some body adjustment. Just as she felt the blunt intrusion of his largish cock in her baby exit, the towel dislodged, confirming to the watching passenger what he already suspected. Carol imagined the sight he saw, a young woman lying knees to chest, skirt in disarray about her waist, displaying a large amount of succulent rounded ass cheek framed by her panties, askew around her thighs, being stoked by some boy she had only just met.
Still inside her, the surfer reached down and recovered the towel. Carol didnāt know whether he knew they were being watched, but he had not hesitated for a moment. The surfer put his arm around her chest and moved his pelvis in a slow, rhythmic motion, gently sliding his cock in and out of her obliging fuck hole. Carol knew she would not climax with this boy; she was just enjoying being fucked in public by a stranger, fascinated by the voyeuristic passenger opposite.
Suddenly her young lover pushed his cock hard against her. Carol could feel the faint sensation of his come lacing the walls of her pussy as the towel dislodged again. He continued his climax whilst Carol watched the man opposite, as he, in turn, watched her adolescent stud exhaust himself inside her.
The surfer reached for the towel, causing him to slip out of her, his sperm running out of her and down her thigh. The watching passenger indicated the vacant seat next to him and looked back at Carol invitingly.
āI have to clean up firstā she said.