We were now alone in the carriage and the next instant I was by her side, she volubly thanking me. — Plunging at once, I said I'd give a hundred times the amount to sleep with her. “Oh I dessay,” said she laughing. “But I'll have a kiss.” — I took one without resistance. “It's very kind of you.” — “What, to kiss you?” — “Oh no, not that” — and she laughed heartily. I took another kiss. — “It's nice to be gentle-folks and ride in such carriages,” she remarked.
The kiss inflamed me, no time was to be lost, for in fifteen minutes she would be at her destination — far beyond mine — and other passengers might come in. Placing one hand on her lap, — “I've been rubbing your leg with mine, have been mad for you since you entered the carriage, you are so well formed, so beautiful, get out at the next station and let's have a glass of wine together.” — “Oh I dessay — no thankee sir — but you're very kind.” — “Let me have another kiss then.” — “No — leave off,” — but I took a dozen. - “Give me one,” and she gave it. — “There now I've paid you, leave off.” — “You've a lovely leg and foot (she'd thick ankle jack boots on), let me see a bit more of it, don't mind me, I'm old enough to be your father.” — “Oh I dessay.” — But she seemed pleased at my praise, looked confused by it, and as I put my hand down didn't resist my lifting her petticoats a wee bit up. I pinched the calf of her leg. “You've a fine thigh I'll swear” — pinching it outside. — “I'm pretty well covered” — laughing. — Certain that she was randy now, — “Let me feel.” — “Oh! I dessay, not for Joseph.” — Bending I put my hands up her clothes and just touched her flesh, vigorously she pushed her clothes down. — “Now — no nonsense sir — or I'll get out — I'll tell the guard” Just then we reached a station.
But she didn't get out, or tell the guard, and no one got in — so alone together on we went. I now tried to feel her notch, she resisted but laughing always. Several times I touched the hair of her motte, and felt firm fat thighs, yet but for a moment, and never felt the cleft. “Now you're not a going to, I tell yer — now — I'll get out.” — “You won't get out — don't be so cruel, I don't know when I've seen a more lovely creature.” — “I will tho.” “Feel this before you go.” — In a state of reckless libidinosity, I threw open my great coat, and exposed my prick in glorious erection. — “I won't you old beast” — I stood up with it in front of her. — “Feel it.” — “I won't you beast.” — She pushed me away gently, and in doing so touched it. — Again I stood so — “Oh don't pray. What will they think if they see you?” — Then I hid it demurely, and took my place in front of her, reading my paper, just in time — for at the station some one got in.
We both looked at the intruder who stared at her, wondering I suppose how she came to be in a first class carriage. Soon after I pushed my leg which was nearest the cariage door well forward, and pressed her thigh with it. She didn't move hers away. The other passenger ceased looking, then I put my hand down and clasped my scrotum so that she could see me do it, and a suppressed smile broke over her face. I dropped my glove purposely and picking it up, ran my hand up the calf of her leg. The other passenger was then looking out of the window, tho it was pitch dark. At the next station he got out.
