Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 15:47:42 +0000 From: Tammy Lismore Subject: A Train Journey This is the first story I have written since "My Little Sister" which finally came to a conclusion last year. I hope you all enjoy it as much. As usual, all comments, suggestions, and yes, even criticisms, are very welcome. Please write to me at: Tammikinz@Hotmail.com Happy reading! Tammy Lismore. March 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------- A Train Journey It was the start of a long train journey -- all the way home to London from Edinburgh, where I'd been visiting my aunt and uncle for a week during the school holidays. I settled down in a window seat at the back of a block of pairs of seats all facing forward and got out my magazine to help pass the time. The journey would take more than four hours so I'd be needing it! As the train pulled out of the station, crawling through the Edinburgh suburbs, I sat there musing briefly over the time I'd had with my aunt and uncle, and then on to the prospects of school next week -- moving up to the sixth form college -- a big step. And a change from single sex to mixed classes -- that was an exciting thought! My aunt and uncle had teased me about the prospects of that, but they were fairly young and relaxed about sex and although it had taken me a while to get used to them, we ended up having a good laugh about it. They made a habit of wandering around the house half naked, or occasionally, completely naked! And I'd heard them at it a few times too! I chuckled to myself remembering the times I'd masturbated in my room listening to them. I don't think they minded at all that I might hear -- in fact, I wondered once or twice whether the idea actually turned them on. They certainly didn't seem to try to keep the noise down at all! I found myself squeezing my thighs together as I remembered, a shiver of excitement running through me. It was hot and the sun streamed through the carriage window and I was glad I'd decided to wear just a skirt and short-sleeved top for the journey. My legs were quite well tanned from days on the beach near my aunt's house and I amused myself crossing my legs and watching the light skirt ride up slightly, exposing more of my tanned thigh. The train rattled along faster now as we reached the open countryside and my mind wandered further, remembering the times on the beach and my shyness at wearing my new bikini. My aunt had been really encouraging saying how nice it was and how well it fitted me, and I'm sure my uncle had appreciated it too, but in a rather different way - I'd caught him sneaking glances at me a few times when he thought I wouldn't notice! But I soon got used to wearing it and even started to get a bit of a kick from knowing that he seemed to like looking at me in it. I even used to watch his trunks for stirrings of interest! Wicked girl that I was! My aunt always sunbathed topless, of course. Her quite nice boobs were almost as tanned as the rest of her body. They'd both have probably sunbathed in the nude if they'd had the opportunity! She'd usually get my uncle to put the sun cream on for her, including her bare breasts. I think they both enjoyed it -- she gave me a cheeky smile one day as he was doing it, spending rather longer than was strictly necessary I think, rubbing it well in around her surprisingly large nipples. And the next day she'd asked me if I'd do it for her. I had been really shy about it and done all over her stomach first before she eventually urged me to stop avoiding them and do her breasts. It had felt really strange to start with but when she murmured that I was doing fine and it felt really nice, I started to quite enjoy it. For the first few days, I felt quite shy enough wearing my new bikini -- the thought of going topless was quite out of the question. She didn't push me at all to emulate her, but as time went on, I started to feel almost prudish keeping my top on with her being so relaxed without one right beside me. No, she hadn't pushed me, but she had certainly given me gentle encouragement! So half way through the third day, I'd taken the plunge. I'd often undo it whilst sunbathing on my front, so I didn't get a strap line, but of course, usually I did it up again before I turned over on to my back. But that time, I didn't. I turned over just holding it in position against me, then having checked no-one was looking, I slipped my arms out of the straps and laid it to one side. The feeling of lying there with my bare boobs exposed for all to see was incredibly nerve-wracking at the start. But, of course, I gradually relaxed and started to enjoy the feeling -- the warm sunshine, the soft breeze playing on my nips ... It was soon after I'd taken the plunge removing my top, I remembered, that I definitely did see Uncle Luke's trunks bulging more than usual -- I'd been really starting to relish the feeling, stretching out relaxed, face up, on the sand, my legs slightly apart, my arms above my head. I'd heard him rolling over and peeped through half closed eyes as he looked at me! I remembered the thrill I got from seeing him having to readjust his trunks to accommodate the swelling! My aunt also noticed and told me off for not having sun cream on the pale skin, insisting very pleasantly on doing it for me. So I'd let her. I remembered clearly how strange it had felt at first, those fingers gently rubbing across my newly exposed boobs. And I also remembered my embarrassment and surprise as I realised that my nipples were responding quite positively to her touch. She had made a point of rubbing the cream into them, muttering about how sensitive they were! And I'd realised that it really felt very pleasant! My mind returned to the present and I found myself squeezing my crossed thighs even more and looked down now at the slight rippling of the muscles in my thigh as I clenched them. I'd been so carried away with my memories that I hadn't noticed that the train had stopped at a small station and a few more people were getting on. And just at that moment, a young girl walked into the carriage from behind and pausing, she turned to me and asked if the seat beside me was free. She looked about 13 or 14, two or three years younger than me, and was dressed in a cute little skirt and summery top which seemed to show off the sweetest little pair of budding breasts very nicely. I smiled and said she was very welcome to sit there, and she settled herself down. I watched as she smoothed her skirt down primly over her slim little thighs, almost as brown as mine. I soon discovered she was also going to London, so we chatted a little and I discovered her name was Emily. It turned out that she'd also been away on holiday, but she'd been staying with her father -- apparently her parents were separated and she lived with her mother down in London normally. I was still buzzing slightly from all my thoughts before she'd got on, and kept finding myself thinking how cute she was -- a sweet face, lovely smile, bright blue eyes framed by long straight fair hair, little pink lips, and those perky little budding boobs. What was I thinking? I didn't usually think about other girls like this! She did seem to like me too though, and of course that just encouraged me! Especially when she looked at my thighs and complimented me on my tan. "Thanks very much", I laughed, "I've been spending a lot of time on the beach and the weather's been brilliant. You've not got a bad tan yourself", I returned, deliberately looking at her legs too. She giggled, "Thanks, I did get in quite a bit of swimming over the last couple of weeks. My Dad took me surfing quite a bit -- just `belly-boarding' of course. It's nice having a good tan isn't it". I agreed with her and felt an increasing sense of excitement that I could have some fun with this sweet little thing. "I even managed to get my boobs tanned a bit, for the first time ever," I laughed. "My aunt eventually persuaded me as she always went topless herself. I'd never done it before though so I was terribly shy at first. But after a while, it just felt great! I did still feel too shy to walk across the beach like it, or go swimming topless though". Emily's eyes widened slightly and her eyes instinctively moved over my chest, imagining my breasts exposed to the sun probably. I don't have large boobs at all, but they're quite firm and perky really. Her eyes moved on, slightly embarrassed I think. And she giggled again, "I wouldn't dare do that -- although I guess it must feel nice. I'd just be soooo embarrassed though!" I chuckled, "Yeah, I do understand, but it's so silly really isn't it. I mean, I can see you've probably got a real cute pair and there's no real reason to be shy of them". She blushed beautifully and I felt the warmth returning to my body. I was getting a buzz from this conversation. I didn't know where it was going, but it was fun! "Thanks", she giggled, "They're a bit small still but I guess they're OK - I'd still be shy of going public with them though!" I looked across at the seats beside us, wondering if anyone was likely to be listening to our conversation, but there was just one elderly woman who was dozing, and a couple in front who were deep in their own conversation. I leaned closer to Emily conspiratorially. "I'll tell you a secret", I whispered, "Once I got in the sea, I did take my top off a few times -- when no-one could see. I made sure I kept my boobs below the surface and splashed around holding my top scrunched up in my hand!" Her eyes widened again, "What was it like?" she asked, fascinated. "Beautiful!" I laughed. "I loved it. All the cool fresh water splashing over them -- it just felt so free and unrestricted!" Then I leaned across closer again and said chuckling, "it felt fantastic on my nips - it made them stiffen up so hard -- hard as little pebbles!" She giggled again, her eyes bright and excited. "Really? I guess it would". "I loved the feeling", I continued, "Had me tingling all over! If you know what I mean!" and I winked at her. This time, she leaned towards me, "You mean it got you turned on?" she whispered, her eyes shining. Those words coming from such innocent young lips! Such a cute little thing. "Yeah", I laughed, "had a buzz for a while after! Rushed back to my towel and threw myself face down quickly, convinced everyone would notice them! But then of course, pressing down on them didn't exactly calm them down!" Emily laughed really loudly at that, "No, I guess not. Mine perk up sometimes and it's a lovely feeling just pressing on them". "Mmm, it certainly is, I know. Well, you can guess what I did as soon as I got back to the house that day -- I dived into the shower and enjoyed myself!" Emily almost exploded trying not to laugh too much, "You mean you ... you know... you did it?!" she whispered. "I certainly did", I laughed, "Wouldn't you have? I love doing it in the shower. How about you?" Her sweet little faced blushed furiously but, after a brief pause, she happily admitted it, "Mmm, I like the shower too. Especially if it's got a removable shower head!" and then she blushed even more as she realised what she was telling me. I chuckled again, quickly agreeing with her, "Oh, absolutely. I just love that so much". We laughed together, both of us visualising getting off in the shower, and I realised I was getting very turned on. I squeezed my thighs harder, without really thinking about it and my skirt inched up just a little further. "My God, Emily -- this is getting me quite hot!" I laughed. She giggled, "Me too!" and I noticed her cute little thighs tense and squeeze slightly as well. I felt a tingling in my nips now and looked down at my boobs. I could just make them out now, stiffening slightly against the brief material of my bra. "Look, you can even see these are waking up", I laughed, pointing at my nipples. Her eyes went to them and she giggled again, not able to look away for a moment. "You're right", she murmured, "You can clearly see the little bumps now". Her eyes lingered a little and she said, "You've got lovely boobs haven't you -- I hope mine develop like yours". I wanted to take her in my arms and hug her right there. What a sweetie! "I think yours are coming on just perfectly", I answered. They're beautiful!" She looked down at her own, blushing a bit again. "Thanks", she giggled, "And I think maybe all this talk has made mine perk up too!" I looked openly now and she was right -- there were two little bumps just visible. I chuckled, "You're right" and almost without thinking, I reached across and ran my fingers across her right boob. She jumped and I thought I'd gone too far. "Oh, sorry", I laughed, "It was just instinctive. It looked so cute; I just wanted to see if I could feel it". Her face was burning, "It's OK, I didn't mean to seem scared", she replied, still giggling. "It felt rather nice really! And I think you've woken it up even more now!" I couldn't believe what a sweet gem Emily was. And I couldn't believe how excited this was getting me. My nips were really tingly now, and that wasn't all! I just had to get a bit more direct pressure on my pussy -- squeezing my thighs just wasn't doing enough any more. I uncrossed my legs, the skirt now lying high across my thighs and pressed my left hand down into my lap. Emily chuckled, "Are you getting horny Kate? You'd better be careful or that'll start to look a bit obvious!" and she looked meaningfully down at my lap. I laughed, "You're right, it's got me really going talking to you like this. I think I might just lay this magazine across my lap -- might help to hide it a bit!" "Well, you've got me going too", she giggled, "especially touching me like that. I can still feel where you touched now. It sort of sent a shiver right through me -- I guess you know where that shiver went down to!! I wouldn't mind if you did it again!" Oh, this was too much! She was now openly asking me to stroke her boobs. My fingers under the mag pressed up under my skirt and found a pair of very warm, very damp, panties. I trembled, my own boobs feeling tight and tingly. "I'd love to", I whispered, "but I hope you'll return the favour!" "Of course!" she giggled, "I've been dying to but didn't have the nerve!" "We'd better be careful though -- don't want to shock anyone!" I said and glanced around to check no-one was watching. Then I leaned across and pretended to whisper in her ear. What I actually did was to give it a little kiss as I quickly ran my fingers over first her right boob and then her left. They were exquisite, small but very firm, with hard little buttons of nips pressing through her flimsy bra. She gasped with pleasure, quickly suppressing it as soon as she realised, but I could feel her body respond, pushing instinctively out against my hand, lapping it up. I pulled away after a few moments, scared that someone would see, but not before the mag had slid off my lap, exposing the crotch of my panties and my fingers against it. This time it was my turn to go red with embarrassment, even though Emily knew what I was doing -- and no-one else was looking (luckily!). She grinned at me, openly looking down at my hand and muttering, "Oh my God, I've got to do that! But first, it's my turn now!" and she leaned across and repeated exactly what I'd done to her, but to me -- kissing my ear and running her fingers over my already taut boobs and stiff nips. I tried hard to suppress a groan of pleasure, but it was very difficult. My whole body was shaking now with arousal and I found myself with a desperate urge to make love to this sweet little 13-year old. The arousal gave me a new level of boldness, and I leaned across to her again and this time really did whisper in her ear. At the same time, I slid a hand quickly up her firm slim thigh and homed in on a very hot damp panty-covered pussy. She squirmed, but with pleasure. "Em", I whispered, "I can't take this any more. Do you fancy coming to the loo with me?" She pushed her boyish hips forward, eagerly thrusting her pussy harder against my hand and stammered, "Yes, please -- I'd love to". We both wriggled out of the seats, straightening our skirts as best we could on the way, and stumbled as fast as we could, without making it too obvious, to the end of the carriage. Thank goodness the loo was empty. And even better, it was one which was designed to take wheelchairs so there was stacks of room! We both stepped in quickly whilst no-one was looking and eagerly closed the door behind us. Then I put out my arms to hug Emily and we both burst into laughter as we squeezed each other. "Em", I stammered, "I've never done anything with a girl before. But you got me so horny in there, I really do need to get off -- and I'd really love to do it with you. Is that OK?" She squeezed me harder, her eyes wet with emotion. "Yes, yes, yes please!" she murmured. "I really love masturbating but I've never even thought about anything like this before. But I couldn't believe how good it felt when you touched me in there. It was like an electric shock ran through me! I love it when I do that, but your touch was something else!" I laughed with relief, with passion, and with sheer pleasure. "Kiss me, Em. I'd love to feel your lips on mine!" She didn't say anything, just looked up into my eyes and planted her sweet lips on mine. A powerful tingle shot through me and I clasped her tightly, aware now that we were standing, that she was a good few inches shorted than me, her firm little buds of breasts pressing hotly into my chest just below mine. I tentatively touched her lips with my tongue and she eagerly let it in. In moments we were panting with the excitement of the kiss, the feel of our writhing tongues and sensitivity of our lips sending tremor after tremor through our bodies. We swayed from side to side as the train raced southwards, struggling to keep out balance. After a few moments, I pressed Emily back against the side so we wouldn't lose our balance. And as we stepped back against the wall, I somehow found Em's thigh between mine and mine between hers. The slight pressure of her firm young muscle against my pussy made me almost squeal with pleasure. And as I did, I felt her push forward against my thigh, a deep satisfied moan coming from her young mouth. She was no newcomer to the joys of sex! She knew she loved it even at her tender age. I could feel it in the thrust of her hips, as she fired herself against me, her breathing getting more ragged already. I slid my hands down her slender back to her backside. Firm hard little buttocks eagerly pushing her hot little pussy against me. I squeezed them, encouraging her. "Oh my God, Kate! Oh yes! Oh my God!" she moaned. Our lips had broken apart, unable to hold the kiss as our breathing turned to panting. Emily had transformed from the gentle shy little girl who'd first sat tentatively down beside me, to one who was overcome with lust! And I really wanted to make it good for her now, as well as getting off myself of course -- I was just as keen as she was for that! After a few minutes of thrusting eagerly against each other, we broke apart, panting heavily. I looked down hungrily into her eyes - clear blue and bright with passion. I noticed her face was glowing with sweat. And below, her budding boobs were heaving as she panted, the hard little bumps of her nips now clearly evident. I bent down slightly and placed a kiss on each. She giggled again, sexily pushing them forward at me. I needed to see them. I wanted to feel them naked beneath my lips. I slid my hands up from her bum and got hold of her top, easing it up. She happily raised her arms so that I could slip it over her head, exposing a sweet little bra -- just two tiny cups of sheer silky material, only serving to emphasise the hard bumps beneath. I quickly reached behind her and found the catch, undoing it. She slipped it over her arms and tossed it in the basin beside her, lurching suddenly as the train rocked and shook as it flew along, throwing us from side to side. I felt a shiver of anticipation as I looked down at her, now naked from the waist up. Her little boobs were just as I'd imagined -- perfect pale swellings against her tanned chest, topped by hard brown buttons. I quickly bent to take them in my mouth, sucking first one delectable little nipple followed by the other. She groaned with pleasure, her hands clasping my head eagerly against her. It felt so weird. I'd never ever sucked a girl's nipple before, at least not since I was a baby! But it sent shivers of delight through me. I cupped each of the sweet little breasts in my hand in turn as I sucked and nibbled and licked. So pert, so eager! And so responsive -- she was loving it, groaning happily with pleasure. I reached down my other hand and slid it eagerly up under her skirt, quickly finding her warm, damp panties. She moved her legs slightly further apart encouragingly and I rubbed my fingers over the tight material covering her pussy. She grunted, jerking forward against me. I couldn't wait to go further and quickly eased them to one side and found her smooth hairless pussy beneath. The two little puffy lips were hot and sticky and my fingers slid easily between them, sliding up and down. She groaned again, pushing her hips hard forward, wanting more. Her breathing was fast and ragged now, her body shaking with more than just the train movements. Suddenly she shuddered violently, gasping with emotion, as a small orgasm shook her to the core. "Ohhhh yessss!" she groaned, "But please don't stop!" My fingers pressed harder, slipping further between the lips. I rubbed over them, between them, back and forth, up and down, and she simply seemed to be getting wilder and wilder, quite unfazed by her first orgasm! I sought out her little clit. The button was quite positive, hot and swollen. I stroked around it and then, as she shrieked with pleasure, pressed hard against it. She cried out as though in pain, but I could tell by the urgent thrusting that she was really in ecstasy. Her grunts became a long drawn out cry of pleasure and her hips took on a life of their own, thrusting hard and urgently against my hand. My fingers were just inside her lips, up against her still unbroken hymen, the palm of my hand against her clit. I'd straightened up my body by now as I couldn't keep my lips on her breasts any longer -- she was writhing about too wildly. But I managed to keep my other hand free for rubbing and squeezing her gorgeous little breasts and nipples. Her hands were on my back now, clutching me to her. I felt her small fingers slip under my top, sliding over the bare skin of my back. I shivered with pleasure. She forced her clit hard against my hand and with a shriek, she started to come again, her fingers digging urgently into my skin. I pinched her nipples harder and pressed back with my hand against her pussy and her whole body shook and shuddered as though she was having a fit. Fire coursed through me as well. I was really close to coming myself, so excited was I at bringing such pleasure to this sweet thing. It was difficult to believe that such a slight body could exude so much energy, her slim hips thrusting and writhing vigorously against me. At last, she started to calm down, panting hard, her face a sheen of sweat, her eyes wide with passion. She pressed herself to me, holding tightly, perhaps fearful of losing her footing. The train was slowing slightly, possibly approaching a station. We ignored it, only vaguely aware of the changing rhythm of the wheels. I bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. She smiled sweetly up at me, "Thanks, Kate. That was incredible! Far better than anything I've ever done before" and she broke away from the kiss and laid her head against my breasts, nuzzling against them. I stroked her head, enjoying the pressure of her against me, my boobs tight and sensitive still. She rubbed a bit more, then pressed her cheek back and forth over my right nipple. I moaned softly -- I was fantastically turned on still. "I think you need a bit of attention too don't you", she chuckled. "I'd love to kiss these, and maybe have a little suck. May I?" "I'd love you to", I sighed, "Here, let's get this off for a start". I eased myself back from her slightly and whisked my top off over my head. "There we are. Now the bra!" Emily was looking at my bra as I reached behind to undo it, licking her lips. "Wow!" she murmured. It was a nice little bra -- one of my favourites -- virtually no structure at all - just very fine, soft, white material clinging to my boobs. They didn't really need any support and it certainly didn't provide any -- it was more just something to cover them really -- but then, of course, that's exactly what Emily's sweet little one had done too. I quickly peeled it off once the strap was undone and Emily watched eagerly. "Oh, yes! Gorgeous!" she breathed. "I just knew they were beautiful before!" I smiled, "Come on then. They're desperate for your touch". She tentatively reached out and ran her fingers over them. Fire coursed through me and I shivered with excitement. She grinned as I moaned encouragement at her and leaned forward to kiss them. Her soft warm lips alighted on my right nipple and very softly kissed it, her lips then opening slightly and her tongue slipping out to brush across the top. I groaned with pleasure as delicious sensations ran through me. This girl was a natural! And then she was softly sucking whilst moving her tongue back and forth over it. I squirmed with pleasure -- it was lovely. As Emily enjoyed herself with my boobs, I was vaguely aware that the train had come to a stop. Through the frosted glass window of the loo, I could just make out a few people walking along a station platform. I briefly wondered where we were before quickly switching my mind back to enjoying Emily's ministrations -- the train stopping really didn't affect us. The only thing that might do was the occasionally rattling at the loo door as someone tried to get in! Each time, we just ignored them, hoping they'd get bored and move on to try another one eventually! Emily was moving from one boob to another, my nips now tingling furiously with all of her gorgeous attention, and now as hard and swollen as I'd ever known them. I stroked her sweet little head, running my fingers through her long fair hair, clasping her to me, encouraging her enthusiastically. My pussy was burning with excitement too now, and I was desperate for pressure against it. I found myself twisting my thighs against each other, trying to get a bit of tension into it. She soon realised what I needed and, reaching down with her right hand, she quickly slid it up under my skirt and I trembled with anticipation. Then I felt the soft touch of her fingers as they reached my very damp panties. I grunted with pleasure and pressed forward encouragingly. She rubbed over my panties, pressing against them, and I groaned again. My God, I wanted her to make me come now! I muttered hoarsely to her, "Take them off, Em. Please take them off!" "OK", she replied, chuckling slightly at my eagerness. And so saying, she quickly moved her hand up to the waistband and eased them down. I reached down with my own hand to help. The panties were tight and damp and I was very sweaty now, so it wasn't that easy to get them down. But we soon managed between us and I lifted a leg and pushed them over my foot. They dangled from the other ankle but I was too desperate to bother about that at the moment. At least my pussy was free now and I could open my thighs as much as I wanted. Emily returned her mouth to my boobs while quickly moving her hand back up under my skirt to my now bare pussy. I was frantic now for her, my body starting to shake. "Yes, please, Em", I moaned, thrusting forward eagerly. Oh what heaven! Her little fingers struck home immediately, slipping straight between my swollen wet lips. I gasped, clutching her to me harder. I was vaguely aware of the door rattling again behind me but pushed it from my mind. The train was at least moving again now so was drowning out our noises better. I found myself urging her on, muttering things like, "Oh, yesss, Em, harder! Oh my God, yes!" Her fingers pressed deeper, slipping into me. Pressing home hard. I writhed against them, the pressure really building now. I was getting very very close. She nibbled harder on my left nipple, and now had two fingers inside me, driving them hard. I felt her curl them inside me, pressing her hand down on my clit. I squealed with pleasure and felt the wave about to break. I thrust back and forth against her, firing myself wildly. The pressure built higher and higher. It must break any second. But still it increased. I lost all awareness of where I was. My whole world centred on the fantastic sensations this sweet girl was bringing to my boobs and my pussy. My body writhed and bucked, barely able to stay on my feet. "Yes, yes, yessss!", I squealed, and at last, at long last, the dam broke, and the waves of pleasure rolled through me -- wave after wave, coursing through my whole body. My legs gave out and I collapsed on the floor, Emily clinging to me as I went down, and cute thing that she was, never once letting go! And still I bucked and shook as the sensations only slowly subsided. I was soaked with sweat and panting furiously -- but I felt as though I'd gone to heaven, and my heart went out to this lovely girl and at that moment I loved her more than anyone or anything in the world. The train sped on. And the door rattled again. At last I opened my eyes and gradually came back down to earth. I looked down at the tousled haired head resting now between my bare breasts. Slowly she looked up, a bright very pink face, covered in sweat and saliva -- and with a smile that went straight to my heart. I beamed back at her. "Thanks, Em. That was absolutely brilliant!" She moved up a little and we reached round and hugged each other hard, our sweaty naked breasts sliding over each other as we kissed tenderly. I'd never felt anything quite like this before. I felt so protective of her, so loving towards her. I was so happy in her arms I was almost shedding tears of emotion! The door rattled again and I looked at her and said, "I suppose we'll have to move. I could do this for the rest of the journey but I guess we might get into trouble. Come on, maybe we should tidy ourselves up a bit." We eventually dragged ourselves to our feet and looked each other up and down -- and simultaneously burst out laughing. We were both such a mess - our hair a total disaster, our faces smeared and sweaty, naked from the waist up, and skirts which looked very badly screwed up! We put our bras and tops back on and tidied ourselves up as best we could. At least there were water and paper towels in there to wipe our faces. Then, having checked each other over, we affectionately kissed, and nervously opened the door. We were met by the sight of a middle-aged woman looking distinctly annoyed. And when she realised that there were two of us emerging, her face took on an even crosser look. "There are other people who need to use these facilities", she muttered, and stomped in. We waited until she had closed the door and then burst into a fit of giggles. "Oh dear, we were using `these facilities' for a bit too long I think", I said, mockingly, and Emily giggled again. Moments later we were sliding back into our seats as though nothing had happened -- well, apart from the fact that we still both looked quite flushed, and still a little tousled! But inside, of course, we both felt very different. I felt marvellously relaxed, a deep warm glow seemed to have spread right through me and I just sat back, smiling broadly. I looked across at Emily and she looked back at me, her face a picture of health and happiness as well ... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------