She laughed, but it sounded nervous. “What does it smell like?”
His eyes turned up to the ceiling, then looked back down into hers.
“Pussy. It smells like pussy. Was it your pussy?” he said. She could only nod. Her mouth hung open. “I thought so.”
He tilted his head, leaned down to her and kissed her lips. Charlie held her breath. Her hands were pressed flat against the wall. Her tender, swollen tits pressed into his chest, begging to be released from the tight bra and held in his warm hands. Her mouth was open to let his tongue in and her eyes were closed tight. She could smell his male aroma, and it smelled good. She inhaled deeply.
His hand brushed the inside of her thigh and touched her warm mound. She moaned and her legs spread wider. If he wanted to rub her pussy, she would let him. If he wanted to put his hands up her shirt, she would let him. If he wanted to fuck her, she would let him.
He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. Her tongue snaked around it. He moaned. She moaned back. He smelled rich with a male smell that made her nose tingle and her insides quiver. His thigh pushed between her legs and pressed against her warm mound. She shivered with fear and desire, staring up at him with timid eyes that flickered and searched his face, begging him to take her. She wished she could be a virgin for him.
His hand came up and touched her breast.
“Oh yes,” she said with a sigh. It was a warm, gentle touch. Her nipples were hard points visible through her white shirt. Jeff rubbed his thumb over the sensitive tip.
“No bra?” he said.
Charlie shook her head. “No panties, either.”
He looked confused for a moment, then grinned. His hand left her breast and moved down between their bodies, and she heard a zipper. She gazed up into his eyes, although she was dying to see what he was doing. Finally, she looked down and sucked in her breath when she saw his penis sticking out of his pants, pointed at her. She gripped the walls with her fingernails. It was a long, thick shaft with a gentle curve. She spread her thighs wider.
She closed her hand around it, and he sucked in a sharp breath. It was hot and hard, just what she needed a few minutes ago when all she had to put in her pussy were her fingers. She was suddenly impatient for it, imagining the feel of it sliding into her cunt. His hands unsnapped her jeans. Her breath was warm and heavy. He opened the front of her jeans and pushed them down over her hips.
“If you don’t want me to do this, tell me now,” he said.
“Please. Do it to me,” she whispered in his ear with a deep, hot breath. Her dry lips smacked when she spoke.
His hands moved down to her ass. She moaned in his ear and flexed her legs. He bent his knees and forced his big dick between her legs. She sighed, but he stifled it with his mouth, forcing his tongue past her lips. He was stroking his shaft back and forth along her groove, coating it with her juices. She was deliciously wet and it made her mouth water. She wanted his thick cock inside her pussy, not just teasing her.
He put his hand up under her shirt and around her soft breast when a loud knock on the door startled both of them.
“Charlie? Are you in there?” came the voice of Mrs. Vanderpoole from the other side of the door.
She looked into Jeff’s eyes. He looked just as frightened as her. They were frozen in position with their pants open and his hard penis wedged between her thighs. She was shaking and fear, and didn’t want to stop. They were so close.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Charlie said, and winced.
“You’ve been in there quite a while. Please return to your seat as soon as possible. We’d like to get another head count.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Charlie said. They remained still for a few moments, then she began to giggle.
“Oh my God. I thought I was gonna die,” Jeff said.
“Me too,” Charlie said and giggled. She looked down. He was still hard. It was a shame to have to waste such a beautiful erection. “We better go.”
“I know. I just don’t want to. It feels so good.”
“We can finish later.”
He nodded, but she was just as disappointed as him. He pulled his hips back, drawing his shaft over her slit one last time. Her knees went weak and she nearly dropped to the floor, but he held her up.
They pulled their jeans back up. His penis was dripping with her juices. He bent it to get it to go in, and it looked very uncomfortable. She wished she could make it easier for him, just hold it and put it in her mouth to lick off all the juices and put it in her cunt to make him cum so it would go soft. The thought of having to wait was agonizing.
Charlie made it back to her seat beside Dorothy while Mrs. Vanderpoole and the other chaperons were counting kids in the train car. She worried about Jeff would get caught coming out of the same lavatory. She looked over her seat to the back of the car. From seat, Jeff leaned out into the aisle and grinned at her.
Mrs. Vanderpoole was at the front of the car, explaining how they had to make a stop in some city, but Charlie didn’t care. She looked at Dorothy, who was wearing a stupid smile and a dazed look. Her eyes were glazed over, like she was drunk. Charlie shook her head. While she was in the tiny lavatory trying to get Jeff’s dick inside her, Dorothy must have been drinking the rest of the vodka with Tom. She hoped she wasn’t going to get sick. There was nothing like a friend with a hangover to ruin a good weekend.