It was over fifty years ago: I had turned twenty-one three months earlier, and only six weeks previously had left my engagement party to catch a train to Waiouru, having had the misfortune to be drafted to serve my country as an Army recruit in the National Service. Now, following a weekend pass with my fellow recruits, I was on my way back to Waiouru on the train, travelling second class, courtesy of the Army, in old, draughty and noisy wooden carriages.
When the train stopped at Palmerston North I paid for a cup of tea, which I took back on board to drink. Half an hour later I was asleep, my rolled up greatcoat jammed between the window and the seat back and cushioning my head.
I woke from an erotic dream about me and my fiancé, feeling a hand softly fondling my erect cock through the stiff serge of my battledress trousers. As I opened my eyes I realised that the compartment light had been turned off, and was lit only by the dim light from the corridor outside. Turning, I saw the dark outline and shadowed features of a woman. I began to open my mouth to question what she was doing, only to have a finger pressed to my lips, quickly replaced by a pair of warm lips which parted as a warm tongue slipped into my mouth.
Disoriented and confused, I nonetheless began to return the kiss as the stranger’s fingers struggled with the buttons of my trousers, until a warm hand finally reached into my flies and released my erect cock into the cool air of the carriage. I was kissed more passionately as my cock was expertly manipulated.
Reaching between us I found smooth, stocking-clad thighs which parted readily as my hand reached between them past the stocking tops, finding to my amazement and delight that she had removed her underwear, and my questing fingers found an exposed and hairy mound. I probed deeper, finding her wet and open. I began to finger her; she began breathing heavily into my mouth for several minutes before reaching down to still my hand, breaking our kiss to murmur urgently into my ear, “Go to the toilet at the end of the carriage, and I’ll follow you in a minute or so!”
Tucking my stiff cock away awkwardly I pulled my flies together and tugged my battledress blouse down, before getting up and making my way from the compartment to the end of the carriage, wondering as I went whether this was some sort of joke at my expense. Apart from a group of four playing poker, the rest of my fellow squaddies were fast asleep, as I had been.
On one side at the end of the carriage was a toilet, and it seemed unoccupied so I opened the door and entered, closing the door behind me. In less than two minutes there was a light rap on the door, and I opened it to let my new acquaintance join me. In the light from the bulb above us I could see that she was much older than me, quite attractive, late thirties or early forties I guessed, a little shorter than me with soft curly brown hair, dancing blue eyes and a complexion flushed with excitement.
“Quick!” she said urgently, “We haven’t much time!” as she began to hike her skirt up. By preference I would have bent her over the toilet in the tiny compartment to enter her from behind, but as the door catch was broken I knew it would have to be up against the door. Undoing my trousers I pushed them and my underwear to my knees, pressing her up against the door as I bent to grasp her thighs and raise her to me.
