If there was one thing that Emma hated, it was doing these late night shifts. They was never anyone on the train at 11pm, especially on this route, but she had been pressured into it by her best friend. She needed the money though, so she didn't have much of a choice. She stepped on to the train, opening the door to the back cabin and dropping her bag to the...
As the train rolled through the countryside, Jen realised that one of the advantages of being unemployed was that you didn't have to travel at the same time as everyone else. Sure, there were all the drawbacks - her rapidly expanding overdraft being the most prominent of those - but for now she could enjoy the fact that the train was almost empty, feeling li...
Special thanks to Livi for the translation. Without her my grammar would be awful. ******************************** The creaking sound of the coupé's door pulled me back to reality as if I was broken out from under the burst-opened water surface to suck the fresh air into my lungs. I instinctively glanced away from the countryside that rushed by the windo...
The train was almost full. It was the last sleeper to be heading north before the ice set in and made travel impossible. Outside was already dark. It had been since three o'clock. For the elite, there was a dining carriage at the head of the train. Close to midnight, and this carriage was still full. Full of the lace, the tight boned bodices, the satin, the...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. Amy stood on the platform watching the train come in and sighed. Carriage after carriage swept past already rammed. Traveling with Southern was always like this these days since they reduced the timetable. As the train drew to a halt she picked up her bag and headed towards a carriage that looked a...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. Amy pushed her way onto the train, squeezing between two largish gentlemen in suits, and finding a gap just inside the carriage. As she settled herself into position leaning against the back of an occupied seat she felt her eyes subconsciously scanning the faces of her fellow passengers, as they had do...
Married in the thirties, with a bubbly kid and a boring workaholic husband is perhaps the story that most contemporary women can relate to. Born to affluent parents meant, I never had to struggle for anything. It also meant I could never experience real happiness. Whatever I required, I had to just ask and I would have it. In such environment, life breezes...
Hi I am Suzie; I have just turned nineteen, and am taking my first holiday on my own. I am travelling Europe by train and having the time of my life, an adventure in so many different ways. I would like to share with you one such adventure an encounter on a train travelling though Germany one a hot summer's night. I had the carriage to my self, and given...
It took fifteen minutes for me to get inside my apartment after the train ride. Those fifteen minutes were agony. The ache in my pussy exceeded that of anything I could remember. I rushed inside, pulling my shirt over my head and unbuttoning my jeans, I collapsed on my couch and quickly fingered my clit to an explosive orgasm. I lay there quivering for a few...
The day was one of the most hellacious in a long time. We were doing end of the year closing at the office and I'd been working 12-14 hour days tying up loose ends. I entered the subway station at 1:45 am and waited for the 2 am train. I ran my hands through my hair and exhaled a long breath, very thankful I wasn't working the next day. The train arrived and...