1 comments/ 9170 views/ 1 favorites Journey to Remember By: pixiepower999 Reb runs. Reb runs, faster and yet faster still. She approaches the ticket collector, flashing her dazzling smile at the same time as her ticket. Leaping over discarded luggage the ticket collector is awarded with a brief, though tantalising glimpse of Reb's tanned and glistening legs as they drive her once gain towards the soon departing train. Pushing damp hair away from her flushed face Reb reaches for the door to the last carriage as at that very instant the train judders into life. Reaching fingers grasp then slide from the handle, Reb's face falls, she realises that again she will be late for Ian, no doubt he will punish her with some perverted torture or degraded act. With this thought Reb feels a quickening between her legs, a moisture, not from her athletic pursuit of the train, but from her lustful eager anticipation of their lovemaking to come. Suddenly a ray of light flashes across her sparkling eyes - the door is open, a searching, straining hand is thrust towards her...with her last reserves of strength Reb forces her tired, aching muscles to one last push. As the train speeds two hands meet, and Reb is drawn by the other into the train. Breathing heavily, wiping the sweat from her reddened face Reb stands catching her breath, unaware of the effect her appearance is having on her would be saviour. The rail steward's eyes rake across Reb's exhausted body as she leans against the rail, temporarily winded. His eyes note her feet, enclosed in small 'pop' white socks and sandals. His glance traverses up the exposed, glistening flesh of her calves to the hidden treasures of her thighs beneath her thin cotton summer dress. His eyes travel along her arms to her shoulders and neck. At her neck he notices a thin silver chain that drapes itself across her pulsating chest, nestling itself between her hidden breasts as they themselves heave and strain for air. The steward looks at her face, flushed and glistening with her own sweat, her hair just reaching past her shoulders, died reddish brown with mousy blond roots showing, is matted across her face, as he watches her delicate fingers brush it away, highlighting her beauty. As she is distracted the steward drinks in her face, her eyes are a lovely grey, with long eye brows and sexy eye lashes. He feels a stirring in his loins as he hurriedly looks away, whilst mentally imagining shooting his cum across her face. Embarrassed now his eyes rove across her body, drinking in her beauty, first resting on her breasts where he gasps, the thin material of her dress is soaked with the fruit of her dash fro the train, the sweat has made it virtually transparent. He blinks once, then twice as to imprint forever the image of her naked, shapely breasts, the nipples straining as if to force themselves through the thin material that acts as their cruel prison, like two puppies under a blanket he thinks wryly, the aureoles are light brown, tipped by small but stubbly nipples, no doubt excited by her exertions and the friction against the dress from her pursuit of the train. Still unaware of her condition Reb wipes away another bead of sweat from her face, feeling a further warm bead trickle from the nape of her neck, travelling between her shoulders, down her back to soak into the rear of her thin cotton panties. Reb quivers with this sensation, causing her breasts to move, an image that the steward delights in further. His face aflame the steward's eyes move to Reb's waist to find that he is granted a glimpse of her thighs between the buttons of her dress, he is further rewarded with a glimpse of Reb's cotton white panties as Reb turns and reaches for his hand. All he can think of is how warm, soft and smooth her skin feels, he is immediately overcome with almost a primal longing to stroke her, touch her, explore every inch and every orifice of this lovely creature now holding his hand, holding his HAND!!!. Reb, still unaware of the reaction her body is having on the poor steward coughs, once then twice, the steward's attention is drawn away from the pressure of his cock that is straining for release. Now looking into those tantalising eyes oncemore, he receives Reb's smile of gratitude, a smile which he would gladly satisfy anything to receive if one more time. Then she is gone, he watches her shapely buttocks as she walks away from him down the aisle, the cotton dress moulds itself to her arse as if a second skin, the shadow of her white panties clearly visible beneath the lightly printed dress. Reb walks Reb walks, her legs beginning to tighten after her dash for the train, becoming increasingly aware of her dishevelled appearance. She glances over her shoulder and notices the helpful steward still looking at her, she raises one arm and waves her appreciation again. She turns oncemore and hurriedly begins to look for an empty carriage as outside the last of the sun's rays begin to depart as dusk hurries to meet the embrace of night . The third carriage is shrouded in shadows of the setting sun but blessedly empty. Sliding the door shut Reb takes a seat facing forward next to the window, which she then strains with and finally successfully opens. As she finally catches her breath Reb chuckles, thinking how Ian would scold her for being late, how she would bristle with his understanding and forgiveness, whilst secretly wishing for her 'punishment', her mind travels back to the last time she had disappointed him...... ....where Ian had stripped her naked, and whilst doing so his exploring of her, his teasing of her with his pliable, adventurous, and yes, sometimes torturous fingers, a cupping of one breast, a tweak on one nipple, a finger within her rear, a stroke of her clit... and then making her stand so so still, her legs spread wide, pushing against the wall, breasts cruelly scraping against the bare brickwork, fine mortar dust collecting in her matted pubes as her cunt leaked with anticipation of her punishment to come......then the bite of the whip against her naked thighs, then her arse itself, ...the pain...then the strange quivering, sensual response as her own body betrayed her...the silence as Ian left the room....his return...coming closer to where Reb's thighs and buttocks quivered in both shock and erotic anticipation.....the new sensation of a cool paste being smeared over her buttocks, the crush of the brickwork as when she tries to turn a hand is placed between her shoulders, the further bite of the coarse stone as her now pert nipples scrape the wall.....the sense of his hand as her legs are forced further apart....her cunt cupped by Ian's hands, his probing, inquisitive fingers....Reb's legs tremble as her most private place is cruelly explored as one then two fingers enter her, teasing her pussy lips, stroking the inner walls of her cunt.....the withdraw of the hand, the feeling of disappointment and emptiness...to be replaced by a wet and inquisitive tongue, that licks the paste firstly from her buttocks....leaving Reb nervously trembling as it pauses temporarily by the lips of her little ring, then as she hears the first sound since the whirl of the whip, Ian chuckles in response to her nervousness and lowers his face between her pulsating legs, that both glisten with her perspiration and her own cum as it seeps down from between her thighs...Ian catches one such bead of her cum with his tongue and follows it upward to its origin, to Reb's sodden cunt, there he eats her hard as Reb grinds her glistening body into the wall in equal measures of frustration and arousal.... 'Perhaps it might have been better if I missed the train' thinks Reb!! Reb looks though the window at the darkening countryside as it moves rapidly by. Her mind still with Ian, images of him above her, his cock driving into her, her legs locked behind him, drawing him closer, deeper........she feels the gentle rumble of the carriage as it is pulled by the engine....her senses now heightened, both by her dash for the train, and the thoughts of Ian, Reb as much as senses as feels the power of the locomotive, she tunes into the gentle throb of the locomotive...the sensation moves up the back of her tired thighs, as if massaging life back into her very limbs. Her pussy begins to throb as the carriage sways through the dark countryside, sat inside the shadowed carriage, Reb watches the woman in the reflection of the window adjust her position, two no three buttons at the bottom of her dress have become undone....no doubt as a result of her run for the train Reb muses. The woman reaches for her small handbag until now ignored, and takes from it a small white handkerchief and begins to mop her still perspiring neck, then chest, glancing down the lady notices the transparency of her dress, first shocked, then secretly aroused, the woman undoes one, two, then a third button, then traces the outline of her breasts with the handkerchief...as she does so her nipples harden oncemore. In the darkness that is now the carriage, lighted only by the full moon, Reb watches as the woman in the window continues to unbutton her cotton dress until a thin valley of naked flesh is visible. The woman flaps the two halves of the dress, delighting in the cold evening breeze on her breasts, her nipples harden further, the delicate blond hairs on her flat stomach rise as if at attention. Casting shadows across her breasts the dress hangs limply from her shoulders...the lady in the window continues to unbutton the dress, until suddenly no buttons remain. Still looking out, Reb sees hands that could only be her own open her dress, exposing beneath her thin, white, cotton panties. Again delighting in the cooling breeze that assails her thighs, Reb's fingers slowly trace Ian's name across the very surface of the material...as they progress a thin trail of her cum appears, dampening further her now soaked knickers. Overcome now, whether from the exertions of her run, thoughts of her lover Ian pumping his hot seed into her cunt, or the tantalising touch of the cool evening air on so much of her exposed flesh, Reb begins to tease her fingers around the elasticated edge of her now sodden panties. With her fingernail she raises one side of her knickers, delighting in the sensation of fresh air on her imprisoned cunt, the air tickles and plays with her matted pubes. Pulling further still, the cotton material stretches and bites into her buttocks, but provides ready access for own inquisitive, seeking fingers. Now harshly pulling her panties to one side her cunt is fully exposed. With well worn practice Reb begins to explore her body, her trembles matched only by that of the speeding train. First stroking her pubes, Reb eases a solitary fingernail around the lips of her cunt, sending waves of anticipation of the pleasures to come. With her second finger she holds the flaps of her cunt open, a small gasp escapes her mouth as the now frigid air penetrates her most inner sanctum, causing the very walls of her pink slit to tremble. Reb then inserts her forefinger into her cunt to the knuckle, her inner muscles contract seizing her finger, squeezing it tightly as if it were a plunging, driving cock. Tracing her inner walls with her forefinger Reb alternates in teasing and playing with her now engorged clit that stands proudly exposed to her fingers. Fingers now working manically, still glancing at the woman in the window, Reb trembles, her breasts shudder oncemore, again covered in a thin film of perspiration despite the cold, her nipples harden further (as battleship rivets Reb muses) her belly heaving, her legs a quiver, Reb cums across her hand...her thighs close instinctively almost crushing her hand that remains embedded within her sex. Reb looks again at the woman in the mirror, she now appears a trifle pale, her summer tan long gone, her eyes glazed, her lips full and she is smiling, and oh what a lovely smile...... Reb shudders. Reb shudders, her hand trapped still between her quivering thighs, her remaining hand plying its trade across her breasts, feeling the softness of her skin, delighting and teasing each hard nipple in turn. Reb gasps for breath as she is propelled forward by wave upon wave of orgasm. As her thighs relax their hold upon her hand, stilled embedded within her sex, she withdraws her fingers and raises her wet hand to her face. Her fingers are saturated with her own cum, the clear liquid glimmers in the moonlight that falls across her exposed flesh through the train window. Reb brings her damp fingers to her mouth, as her tongue pierces her lips to lick her fingers from the knuckle to the tip she tastes vanilla, mild vanilla. The remaining moisture she smears across her breasts, across her flat stomach to the matted blond hairs of her snatch, where her fingers once gain trace the outline of her cunt that now oncemore lies beneath her cotton white panties which are now little more than transparent. From her waist Reb's eyes follow her long, sensual legs, her thighs, her calves, to her small 'pop' socks, now slightly askew but still enclosed by her sandals. It is here, looking at the floor in a room full of shadows where her eyes fasten on an expensive Italian leather shoe, her ears, heightened perhaps by her state of high arousal latches onto the ragged breathing of someone other than that of herself. Suddenly assailed by doubt Reb sits still, perfectly still. The figure sat in deep deep shadow moves slightly, as if to adjust itself into a more comfortable position. Cotton dress open at the front, her own cum dripping from her chin, and smeared across her breasts and belly, Reb sits quietly, stunned and in the same instant feeling a raw sexual hunger as she realises how she has just unknowingly gratified herself in front of the eyes of a complete stranger. Still remaining motionless, the moon casting its lunar light across her now shivering breast Reb sits defiantly, daring the stranger to leave in disgust, to be offended by her depravity and wantonness But the stranger does neither of these things. His face clouded in shadows, Reb is in no doubt that her co-passenger is a he, as the moon's light casts its frail light across the strangers waist, where Reb can do no otherwise than notice the huge bulge at his fly. Still shrouded in shadows the stranger crosses the narrow space to Reb's seat and sits himself by her side. Nervous now, but still greatly aroused by this turn of events, Reb tries to project an aura of polite non-interest as she casually looks out of the window, seeking the woman in the window oncemore. Strange and powerful feelings are ploughing through her body, her senses have never been so keen, her body waits in anticipation for the next chapter of this unforgettable adventure........ a hand lightly touches Reb's thigh, just below her open dress. Stiffening Reb stares transfixed out of the window as light, gentle fingers trace patterns through the moonlight that plays across her thigh. The fold of her dress is drawn aside as a hand is placed gently over her mound, itself protected by only the thin breadth of her still damp panties. The hand exerts a slight pressure, the heel of the hand performing a slow, circling action, whilst one finger extends to probe the greater darkness further between her thighs. Reb involuntarily, and instinctively raises her buttocks to grant the probing finger even further purchase. With the hand still plying its sensual trade above her panties, which are themselves above her sex, Reb shivers further as her dress is drawn yet further aside, now completely exposing her breasts to the strangers eyes. Reb shudders when without any warning her right breast is assailed by a wet and inquisitive mouth, her nipple, already sorely abused, is oncemore teased and played with, but this time by an unknown mouth and an unknown tongue. Reb winces slightly as the stranger brings his teeth into play, then relaxes some as the stranger's face travels further across her breast, Reb both feels and senses the stranger's mouth opening and stretching further still, as if to eat her breast whole!! Still transfixed by the moonlight Reb now feels two hands around her waist, one slides further south, finding purchase behind her knees, the other moves up her back. In an instant, with only a small cry of alarm Reb is caught in the stranger's embrace and lifted...only to be carried no further than back into the shadows from whence the stranger came. Now totally within the stranger's thrall, Reb allows herself to be laid across the carriage seat, but face downwards!!! She allows her arms to be raised, her thin cotton dress drawn over her arms and removed. Perversely the stranger allows her to remain wearing her socks and sandals. Otherwise Reb is now only clothed in her panties. She is alone with a stranger, in a darkened carriageway, on a train racing through the Australian outback at the dead of night. A Hand assails the thin cord of her panties at her waist. As a further hand forces itself beneath where she lies, Reb finds herself lifted and her last remaining garment, her treasured white cotton panties are drawn across her buttocks, down her thighs, to her calves and over her still sandaled feet. Looking over her shoulder Reb tries to search out the stranger's face, but other than the moon's light playing across her naked buttocks and thighs all she can see is a dark, non-descriptive shadowy form. A shadowy form that is now easing her legs apart. Suddenly frightened Reb begins to doubt herself, she cannot believe she has let herself be so easily manipulated into this position, to be fucked by a stranger in the dark!!. She tries to rise, only to fall back into the cushioned seat as the hand, now free of the restrictions of her knickers seeks and finds the folds of her cunt oncemore. Reb's only remaining action is to sigh, and give herself to the moment. Grinding her sex upon the stranger's hand Reb is once again assailed by doubts as the hand is rudely, and rapidly withdrawn, to be as quickly replaced by something else. Reb can do no other than feel the stranger's hard cock probing the wet folds of her cunt, seeking and at the same time teasing the entrance to her womanhood. A hand snakes below her breasts across her belly, raising Reb to her knees, in the same action Reb feels the stranger's hard cock, find and move smoothly within her. The stranger, his arm gripping Reb across her stomach draws Reb to him, further embedding her on his manhood. Now fully inside her, the stranger partially withdraws, then slowly moves forwards oncemore, drawing Reb back onto his cock again. In the dark. all alone, Reb finds herself embedded on a stranger's cock. The stranger continues his pumping action, driving his cock into her, building up a powerful rhythm as he pounds Reb's sodden and poorly abused cunny. The arm holding her around the belly is all slick with Reb's sweat, the stranger's fingers slide across her breasts, binding Reb's tits cruelly to her chest. Fucking her, the stranger proceeds to reach forward with his free hand, teasing and playing with her mousy hair, that like after her manic dash to catch the train is again awash with her sweat. Catching hold of her hair the stranger drags her violently back towards him, embedding her further onto his cock whilst at the same time bringing Reb's head backwards so as the moon's light cascades across her face where it accentuates her beauty and the frown that is beginning to gather across her lovely face, as a further orgasm begins to build within her. Recognising the woman's near orgasmic state the stranger quickens his pace, driving his iron hard cock into her, pounding her very flesh. Reb begins to moan, then slowly weep as she realises that someone other that her Ian is going to cum inside her, where she has kept herself pure, for Ian, but her body has all but disserted her as she instinctively drives herself harder and harder still onto the stranger's cock. Journey to Remember The stranger now removes his hand from her hair, his fingers tracing across the nape of her neck, between her shoulders, to the small of her back. As he continues to fuck her the stranger lowers to bow his head and taste her sweat, his wet, pliable tongue smears his saliva across her rapidly moving back. He continues to kiss her back, transferring his attention to her throbbing, pulsating buttocks, whose half moon challenges the very beauty of the moon in the heavens above the lovers, who continue to delight in each others lust. Reb's second and greatest orgasm of the night now cascades through her, her body stiffens, she moans a whispered name...Ian?....this only manages to drive the stranger to greater exertions as he bodily lifts Reb onto the length of his cock, using Reb's now exhausted and indeed flaccid body as if she were a now but a plastic fuck doll. Even in her state of exhaustion Reb still senses that the stranger is nearly done, his buttocks begin to clench as her cunt muscles continue to quiver from the after-shock of her own climax. Before her sex can become flooded with a stranger's cum Reb breathes a prayer of forgiveness and hopes that it reaches Ian so far far away. Miraculously the stranger stops and quickly withdraws his now rampant cock from Reb's juicy dripping cunt, frantically pumping himself the stranger steadies himself, leaning manically above Reb's still quivering arse, he holds his now erupting cock above her buttocks. Which is then covered in the stranger's hot flood of beaded jism, the flood that seems all but endless so that by the end Reb's back, arse and upper thighs are all but covered by a thin white semi-liquid film. The stranger's arm is now removed from around Reb's ribs where it has been supporting her for what might feel hours, Reb finds herself gently lowered into the embrace of the cushioned seat and feels her glistening naked body gently covered by her own cotton summer dress, her knickers lost somewhere on the carriage floor. Dressed only in a pair of white 'pop' socks, and brown leather sandals, covered by an opened summer dress that at this very moment soaks up a stranger's cum that pools between the base of her spine and the crack of her arse and in doing so binds itself to her like a second skin, Reb now totally exhausted sleeps and dreams of flying, flying in the heavens with Ian by her side. As Reb sleeps in the shadowed carriage on a train drawing her closer to her lover, as Reb sleeps as a total stranger, his lust now sated casts one long lingering glance over the lithe form draped across his seat and then draws open the door and takes his leave...as Reb sleeps, she smiles. Reb sleeps. Reb sleeps as night surrenders itself to day. As the sun rises casting its soothing raises across her still motionless form, this scene would be perfect but for the shadow, a remnant of the night before?, as it casts a pale across this most peaceful of scenes. The train steward stands above Reb, eyes pouring over her partially covered form. During the night Reb's dress has dried and stiffened where the stranger's cum had soaked into it. As Reb continues to dream of flight she has been tossing and turning, the dress she has kicked away from her thighs....her thighs that are now exposed to the leering glance of the very same steward who held her sweet sweet hand, and who mentally undressed her only the night before!. Standing above her, his cock aching within the confines of his trousers. the steward looks hurriedly around, it is early morning, no one else is about, everyone sleeps on, as does the gorgeous creature in font of him. Shaking with each step, the steward moves closer. Until he can almost touch her, but does he dare?? Yes he dares. Lightly he traces his coarse fingers across the backs of Reb's thighs to where they disappear beneath the outstretched dress. But this time, in the time between day and night, this time he is not so easily denied. Catching his breath, holding his very lungs at bay, he raises the dress, folding it up across her back...her arse is naked!! Instinctively the steward moves even closer, falling to his knees he now breathes deeply, delighting in the mixed aroma of a woman, and a woman who has only recently been well and truly fucked if the dried cum prevalent across her thighs and arse is anything to go by. Now fuelled by his jealously he dares to touch Reb's arse...only to snatch his hand away as she stirs in her slumber...only for her top turn onto her back, the dress falling freely to the floor, and there Reb lies, legs spread, arms above her head, exposed. The steward staggers backwards as if slapped, then steadies himself, his eyes raking across the expanse of flesh that is currently assaulting his senses....to her nipples atop of perfect breasts that are cruelly marked by no other than the stranger's fingers....to her stomach, and lower still...to her matted blonde snatch, and as Reb's legs further part the stewards eyes pierce her cunt, delighting in the glistening pinkness he finds there. Bending quickly, his face parallel to her sex the steward breathes deeply, so deeply that he can almost taste the musky aroma that almost seeps from between Reb's thighs. In an instant of pure lunacy his tongue darts from behind his teeth, and for an instant he probes between the velvety folds of her cunt...his brow furrows as Reb's does the same....vanilla? Cursing his rashness the steward stands oncemore erect, cursing himself again as he his now rampant cock demands release. Frantically looking around he relieves the pressure, unbuckles his belt, unzips his fly, pulls his dirty, dishevelled briefs down to his knees. His eyes never leaving the quiet smooth contours of Reb's naked form the steward begins to masturbate with an almost frantic excitement. Reb sleeps on...in her dreams she is held lovingly in Ian's arms as they trace and explore each other's bodies..Reb moves above Ian and lightly teases Ian's cock head with her tongue, then playfully her teeth....lowering her head further still Reb traces her tongue down his powerful shaft to his balls, each which she takes fully in her mouth in turn...Ian in throws of passion clutches manically at her waist, his touch passing then halting at her beasts.....Reb moves back to Ian's now engorged pink helmet, first kissing, then licking, then taking him whole in her warm, moist mouth!!...head moving up and then down in a steady well practiced rhythm, Reb brings Ian to a heightened sense of pleasure...as she does she spreads her own legs as she feels the first inquisitive touch of Ian's fingers........cock embedded within her mouth...fingers moving with a similar rhythm embedded between her spasaming thighs...Reb dreams on.... ...whilst in the waking hours the steward frantically beats his flesh, his hairy buttocks quivering in the new day's sun...he spots a thin white material pushed below the seat on which the woman lies so crudely, reaching below her, his face inches from her breasts he gathers what appear to be a pair of off-white cotton panties. Grinning strangely he opens them....feeling their dampness he brings them to his ugly, pot marked face, his protruding nose pressed firmly into the moist material, he breathes Reb's scent in...yes vanilla...more still his wicked tongue slithers from behind his lips and tastes them, in fact he is only satisfied after he has pushed as much of the material as possible into his mouth. The steward feels the tell tale stirring and quickening in his loins....he quickly removes the now oncemore sodden panties from his mouth, stopping only to tease a blond pubic hair from between his crumbling yellow teeth, he wraps the now truly soiled panties around his hand and his still pumping cock. Concentrating hard, eyes never leaving Reb's strewn naked body, the steward works his cock...his buttocks clench spasmodically, his pace quickens further still...until with a moan that signifies the 'little death' he succumbs to his lust and shoots his spunk into Reb's panties...where the cum begins to seep from between his stubby fingers....still refusing to take his beady eyes from Reb's naked, sleeping form, the steward wipes his hand with her panties, panties which after a moments hesitation he folds, raises his briefs and trousers and places in his pocket...picturing her slowly breathing, tanned and lithe form permanently in his diseased brain the steward takes one last leering wet glance at the woman, then reluctantly takes his leave...he has seen the outer city marker, he has duties to perform, Sydney is only but a few miles away.... ...as is Ian Reb wakes with a start as the train applies its brakes...careless of her nakedness Reb frantically glances at the still closing door, then straightens frantically as she recognises the outskirts of Sydney, then blushes as she remembers last night's events...then panics as she at last recognises her naked cum soaked appearance. Searching the floor, truly worried now, Reb locates her poorly treated cotton summer dress on the floor beneath the seat on which she has slept...and been royally fucked if her still aching cunt is any testament...and by a stranger who is but a shadow in her memory as he was when he had her planted on the length of her cock!. Searching the floor for her cotton panties proves fruitless, so as the train station draws nearer on the horizon a slightly puzzled Reb quickly draws her dress over her arms and on the second attempt buttons the dress, despite two buttons being missing allowing her dress to open a little at the bottom, and she smiles knowingly, Ian likes her legs anyway, she looks quite presentable...on closer inspection, her hair might appear matted with sweat, on even closer inspection Reb would appear as a cum soaked woman, bare arse beneath a dishevelled dress whose cunt has recently taken an incredible pounding from herself and who knows who else......? ....Reb's mind is dragged back to the 'now' as the train slows even further and enters Sydney station. Her silver chain nestling between her lovely handfuls Reb leans out of the opened window, letting the breeze lovingly caress her beautiful face, delighting in the taste of a new day...a day which promises Ian!!! As the train draws to a stop, her eyes scan the waiting crowd, looking with ever increasing panic for Ian's smiling face. The crowd surges forward to meet the people now disembarking, couples embrace, children are lifted, luggage passed to Porters waiting as if at attention. Worried now Reb gathers her small handbag and moves swiftly into the aisle of the train, walking quickly to the exit she is greeted by the very same kind steward who helped her onto the train at the beginning of her journey. Glancing in his direction, to see if he has taken notice of her dishevelled appearance, she is met by a cruel and vicious smirk, now quite perturbed Reb reaches the exit, pulls the door, curses herself for a fool, and pushes it open. and leaps from the train, at the same time her heart nearly stopping as her flimsy dress billows in the crisp morning air, her upper thighs, mound and arse exposed for everyone lucky enough to see.....Reb turns to towards the train again, to meet the leering eyes of the train steward...cursing her foolishness Reb quickly moves towards the platform exit, as she feels other eyes on her then Reb's pace quickens, frantically she casts her eyes around, where is Ian?, is he OK, he's never late, has some thing happened?, a quiver catches in her throat and escapes in a moan of pain..? Standing still, dirty and tired, her hand bag hanging like a limp penis from her arm, Reb closes her eyes as if to shun the whole world and lowers her head, her eyes moisten as tears of frustration form in her lovely, so lovely grey eyes...only to feel a hand lightly caress each cheek, gently wiping the still forming tears from her eyes. Eyes still closed Reb feels powerless to prevent her head being raised, her head tilted......and then she feels the first delicate, then insistent touch of lips to her own...her breath quickens as a probing tongue forces itself between her own trembling lips, seeking and finding her own tongue. At last opening her tired, so tired eyes, Reb blinks, her long eye lashes shadowing her eyes against the still rising sun, and looks into the greenest eyes she has ever seen... "Hello Ian," Reb says..."what took you?" ..and then Reb smiles. Reb smiles.