Chapter 4

The journey north from London’s King Cross Station on the Eastern Line to Edinburgh Scotland was a slow and tedious ride. Not that the Thornton household were going as far as Scotland; they would be leaving the train 34 miles north of York then travelling west on a local train for some miles before being met by automobiles which would take them over rugged moors and down into a lush valley where stood Weston Manor. Apart from a small village there was nothing much else around, save but a few scattered farms worked by tenant farmers, as all the land belonged to the Thornton family, including the village and all its cottages. No one bought a house in the village; all properties were rented but only after the applicants had been vetted by Lady Thornton.

Whilst Lady A. and Clara travelled First Class in a private carriage, with the housekeeper and butler on call to wait on them, housekeeper Mary and Benson were assigned seats in a Second Class carriage. Wilson and the girl Emma however travelled third class, partly so the coachman/chauffeur could access the goods carriage and make sure the trunks and cases were kept together and secured. Emma accompanied him purely because she was lowest in the pecking order, and social standing.

Rail passengers travelling first class enjoyed all the comforts and luxuries the train companies had to offer. Not so for second class and travelling third class was most basic and uncomfortable. As the steam engine rumbled and chugged on its journey up the East coast of England Wilson and Emma chatted to each other amongst the rabble and poorer passengers sat on the hard wooden bench seats. The train was half way to the city of Hull before Wilson, a seasoned traveller, who had done the journey from London to Weston Manor many times beckoned Emma to follow him, leading her through the carriages to the rear of the locomotive. Passing the train guard he explained where he was going.

‘I’m off to check on Lady Thornton’s luggage and retrieve some items from one of the bags.’

The guard knew Wilson was part of the noble ladies entourage and waved him on, taking a long lingering look at Emma.

‘We’ll be more comfortable in here,’ Wilson told the young servant as he opened his own personal case and took out a thick blanket. Holding up a bottle of whisky he grinned, ‘I’ve learned to plan ahead for these long journeys; let’s sit ourselves down and have a drink; I had the foresight to bring two small tumblers.’

Settling down amongst the cases the couple sat chatting. Not being used to drinking the young girl soon emptied her glass, Wilson was happy to refill it for her. The couple were comfortable and warmed by the alcohol, quite intimate and relaxed in the privacy of the goods carriage. When the coachman slipped his arm round the girl, giving her a little kiss, she didn’t complain. Neither did she object when his hand cupped her breasts and gently massaged her tits. Both began to feel sexually aroused, helped along by the affects of the alcohol.

Now the guard, who had immediately suspected that man and girl going to the goods compartment weren’t going for entirely innocent reasons, had managed to awaken his own libido. After doing his rounds, making sure the passengers were settled he had very quietly sneaked back to spy on the couple. Wilson had by now unfastened Emma’s coat and fondled her whilst giving her passionate kisses. It was a while before he became aware of the railwayman, though he didn’t show any alarm.

‘Would you like a wee shot of Scotch whisky, my friend?’ Wilson asked the man. ‘Come and join us, but I hope you can provide your own drinking vessel.’

Smiling, the guard remarked that as they still had a way to go before reaching the city of Hull, he could afford to take a break. Disappearing for a minute he soon came back with the mug he used for drinking his tea.

The guard was an amiable sort of man who quickly made easy conversation though tended to focus his eyes on young Emma. Wilson explained Emma’s position in the household, telling the guard it was her first trip north. Pouring out compliments, remarking on her beauty, the guard, whose name was Cyril, told Wilson how lucky he was to be allowed to cuddle and kiss the girl. This got the coachman’s mind working overtime, inspiring him to put on a little show by kissing Emma in a much more passionate way letting the guard see that she was happy to let the stranger sit and watch Wilson rub and fondle her breasts.

‘What a lovely, sporting girl she is!’ Cyril said almost sounding breathless with excitement.

Wilson then slid her gown up several inches above her knee to display the tops of her stockings, that were held up with neatly tied ribbon, above that was a small amount of naked lily white flesh. Now the guard was panting heavily, mumbling under his breath, watching intently as Wilson kissed her lips, her neck, bit gently on her earlobes, put his tongue in her ear, causing the girl to moan and suck in air before exhaling noisily.

Then, to the astonishment of the rail man, Wilson very slowly and deliberately began to unfasten the buttons of the young girl’s bodice. Both men noticed a faint wicked smile appear on Emma’s face. The voyeuristic older man was greatly aroused to see no sign whatsoever of resistance, the girl happily allowing her older colleague to gradually uncover her breasts, pulling aside her bodice to expose her now erect nipples. Still she smirked letting Wilson roll her teats between his finger and thumb, pulling, squeezing, making her wince with a pain that enhanced her level of sexual pleasure.

Wilson saw Cyril’s hand fall to open his trousers.

‘Why don’t you come and sit the other side of Emma - I’m sure she won’t mind you getting to know her better.’

Cyril looked at Emma, the way her mouth had widened into a lascivious, wanton smile, her smouldering lewd stare, watching his hand massaging the bulge in his crotch; Wilson was right, Emma would not mind at all. Now, happy to show the girl more of his massive bulge, Cyril stood up and stepped forward to sit by the partially undressed girl, whose breasts were now fully on show. Taking out their cocks both men urged the girl to fasten her hands around their shafts and masturbate them while they busied themselves with her tits, giving them some rough treatment with hands and teeth. When hands went up her skirts and fingers penetrated her cunt she went wild with delight working her hips against the invading digits.

Remembering their time with Clara and wise to what turned the girl on Wilson clambered to his feet and offered his cock up to the lips of the junior servant. Not for the first time was Cyril astonished when he saw the girl willingly open her mouth and take the cock fully into her facial orifice. He was even more astounded when evidence that Wilson had relaxed his urinary tract dribbled from the corners of Emma’s mouth, Cyril heard her gulp and knew she had swallowed some of the yellow bodily fluid.

When Wilson felt the need to properly empty his bladder and pulled away frightened of soaking Emma’s outer clothing, instead directing his flow of piss into a corner of the carriage, the girl got on hands and knees putting her outstretched tongue into the stream, lapping up mouthfuls and swallowing. Cyril not wanting to miss out almost ordered Emma to strip to the waist totally and take off her skirts; which she did then knelt before the guard taking the full flow of the pungent yellow urine into her mouth and swallowing what she could, the rest spilling on her breasts.