Chapter 1

‘Mail Train’

“There’s an empty compartment at the end of this carriage...” the female conductor whispered...

“You’ll be comfortable in there on your own...?”

Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan nodded.

It was a little after eleven o’clock in the evening.

And, the only way the twenty-five year old blonde could get to Sydney was the overnight mail train from Albury. She’d been the only person standing on the platform at Wagga Wagga Railway Station when the train had pulled in,

“Thanks...”

“Make yourself at home – it’s a long night, I’m afraid?” the conductor added.

Suzanne nodded.

The empty compartment was the last in the corridor.

The carriage was at the end of the train, and so, it was unlikely she’d be disturbed during the seven hours it would take to get to Sydney’s Central Station...

“If you need anything, just let me know?”

“My name’s Cheryl Jackson...” whispered the conductor,

“Cheryl...” Suzanne acknowledged.

Cheryl blew her whistle and raised her hand to indicate it was time for the train to depart,

“This will be quite okay, thankyou...” Suzanne assured her. Cheryl nodded.

She closed the carriage door. At first, the train did not move. Suzanne hesitated.

“Lieutenant huh...?’ queried Cheryl - Suzanne nodded and the conductor took her overnight bag.

“Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan...” the blonde servicewoman then whispered as Cheryl ushered her along the corridor...

“Suzanne...”

“Make yourself comfortable, Suzanne...?” Cheryl suggested - the door to the compartment was open...

“You need anything?” Cheryl asked, placing Suzanne’s bag in the overhead luggage rack.

Suzanne shook her head with a smile.

The conductor closed the compartment door, leaving Suzanne alone.

The carriage jolted. Suzanne dropped down onto the surprisingly comfortable seat.

As the train finally began to move, she gazed out the large window at the Wagga Wagga Railway Station - she’d been summoned to the WRAAC School at Georges Heights in Sydney, and that’s all she really knew? Colonel Barbara Maxwell’s orders...

“If I didn’t know better...?” Suzanne whispered to herself,

“I’d say Miss Cheryl Jackson is lesbian?” the servicewoman observed.

Suzanne slipped her uniform jacket off - a little older than the servicewoman, Cheryl Anne Jackson had a hard weather-beaten face with piercing green eyes.

And, it had been the familiar ‘hunger’ in Cheryl’s eyes that had caught Suzanne’s attention.

It had been a warm day.

Yet, despite the ‘Indian Summer’ in southern New South Wales, regulations stipulated that ‘winter’ uniform be worn.

Suzanne however, had unofficially shortened the sleeves of her green and white ‘candy striped’ uniform shirt. Not quite regulation, but comfortable. She was the only WRAAC at Kapooka Army Camp, so nobody realised what she had done.

Removing her dark-green beret, Suzanne sat back - the darkened compartment was cosy. It was First Class even though Suzanne’s ticket was for Second Class. The train was not her preferred means of travel to Sydney. But, her car had broken down and the Australian Army had been loath to help Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan with any other form of transport. It was the train or nothing...

“Mmmm...?”

Sitting back comfortably in her seat as the train rumbled across the long bridge over the Murrumbidgee River on the outskirts of town, she continued to gaze out the window,

“At least, I’m finally on my way to Sydney at last?” she whispered to herself.

Eight months earlier, Suzanne had been posted to ‘Kapooka’ as the ‘Officer Commanding’ of the WRAAC Detachment – a Detachment of one. There were meant to be three other female soldiers, but for now, it was Suzanne on her own.

She had been caught in bed with Corporal Savannah Gallagher at Georges Heights WRAAC School.

And so, she’d found herself banished to southern New South Wales. Colonel Barbara Maxwell had called her to Sydney and the twenty-five year old blonde now wondered why...?

Alone with her thoughts, Suzanne slipped her black ‘court’ shoes off.

Still gazing out apathetically at the passing countryside, she listened to the rhythmic ‘clickety clack’ of the wheels as they passed over the rail joints.

There was a full moon.

But, the conductor had turned down the lights in the carriage for the comfort of the few passengers.

The lights in Suzanne’s compartment however, had been switched off...

“Well, this is not too bad ... is it?”

Suzanne raised her legs to rest of her feet on the opposite seat - Savannah had promised to meet her at Central Railway Station. She didn’t know it as she sat back comfortably, but Corporal Savannah Gallagher was now Colonel Barbara Maxwell’s orderly.

The train now passed through Bomen Railway Station without slowing.

Suzanne heard footsteps in the corridor outside an assumed that it was the conductor returning.

“So...?” Suzanne asked in a whisper...

“Do you want to check my ticket then...?” she whispered to herself.

She had no doubt that the conductor was a lesbian.

“Or, do you want something else huh...?” Suzanne wondered.

The footsteps stopped. The compartment window was filled with a cacophony or red – the train passed a level crossing. In her mind though, Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan could picture Cheryl.

The image was so vivid. She closed her eyes and uttered a muffled sigh.

Suzanne could see the thirty year old brunette’s white uniform shirt and dark-blue scarf.

The short-sleeved shirt’s collar pressed flat. Seductively unbuttoned.

And, she could see Cheryl Jackson’s tight-fitting uniform skirt and matching navy stockings.

Cheryl Anne Jackson it appeared, took pride in her appearance.

Divorced and owing money, she worked the overnight trains between Albury and Sydney. But for now, the conductor was just a thought in Suzanne’s mind – she knew it was wrong, for the Australian Army rarely tolerated lesbianism. And she knew only too well, that the Women’s Royal Australian Army Corps had taken a chance on her. She’d not been dismissed. Nor had she been publicly ‘disgraced’ and charged under the 1955 Army Regulation Act.

The compartment door slid open slowly...

“Cheryl...?”

Suzanne had assumed that it was the conductor - the woman that appeared in the open doorway hesitated.

“Oh...?”

It wasn’t the conductor,

“Hello there...?” Suzanne greeted,

“Hi...?” the young woman in the doorway replied.

There was a moment of silence.

The moonlight illuminated Suzanne’s nocturnal visitor. Silhouetted in the doorway to Suzanne’s compartment, the ‘twenty something’ blonde looked not much older than a schoolgirl. Blessed with a firm ‘fashion model’ figure, she wore a black miniskirt and white short-sleeved shirt knotted ‘halter style’ about her slender waist. It appeared to Suzanne, that it was the same sort of shirt that Cheryl wore...?

But, there was nothing particularly about the woman, other than the uniform shirt, to suggest that she was employed by the New South Wales Government Railways...

“I’m sorry to disturb you...?”

Suzanne sat up and shook her head.

“But, I thought we’d keep each other company for a while?” the young woman suggested...

“I can’t seem to sleep on a train...?”

“Sounds like a good idea...” agreed Suzanne.

“In all honesty,” the servicewoman then added, “I can’t seem to sleep on a train either?”

“You’re in the army...?” queried the woman.

“Yes...” answered Suzanne, standing up...

“Mmmm, I like your uniform?” whispered the woman as she stepped into the compartment.

“I’m with the WRAAC...” explained Suzanne as the woman closed the compartment door.

“WRAAC...?”

“Ah, the Women’s Royal Australian Army Corps...” explained Suzanne, beckoning the woman to sit – the blonde nodded and sat down beside Suzanne,

“My name’s Suzanne...”

“Suzanne...” acknowledged the blonde in a whisper.

“Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan that is...”

She joined the blonde on the comfortable seat,

“Nice to meet you, Lieutenant Donovan...” the blonde responded, placing her hand gently on Suzanne’s knee.

“Suzanne...” corrected the servicewoman.

“Penelope’s my name, Suzanne...”

The train began to slow.

Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan looked down at Penelope’s hand - her green uniform skirt had ridden up her thigh as she’d sat down, offering the blonde a tempting glimpse of leg...

“Penelope...” whispered Suzanne after a moment’s hesitation.

It seemed a little surreal.

Penelope had the same look of ‘hunger’ in her soft brown eyes as Cheryl had - Suzanne Elizabeth Donovan knew that the fresh-faced’ twenty something’ blonde was a lesbian too.

Lesbianism was widespread in the Women’s Royal Australian Army Corps - Suzanne had served her lesbian ‘apprenticeship’ whilst training at Georges Heights three years earlier. But, it was taboo. And, the Women’s Royal Australian Army Corps still took a particular interest in lesbian soldiers.

Caught en flagrante with Corporal Savannah Gallagher, Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan had been banished to she’d been banished to ‘Kapooka’ Camp on the outskirts of Wagga Wagga...

“So, is it true then...?” queried Penelope in a whisper.

Suzanne bit her lip.

“Is it true what they say about female soldiers, Suzanne?” asked Penelope, moving a little closer,

“What do they say...?” enquired Suzanne. There followed another moment of silence.

The ‘clickety clack’ of the carriage’s wheels on the rail joints continued.

Penelope opened her mouth to respond, but without waiting for an explanation, Suzanne took hold of the young woman’s hand - the servicewoman knew that it was wrong. It had been suggested earlier in the day by the Adjutant, that she’d been ordered to Georges Heights to resign her commission.

Not that Colonel Barbara Maxwell had mentioned it,

“Are there lesbians in the Women’s Royal Australian Army Corps then, Suzanne?”

“Y-Yes...” replied Suzanne.

“You’re a lesbian huh...?” Penelope asked – Suzanne nodded without speaking.

Gently, she forced the blonde’s hand beneath her uniform skirt...

“I have a confession to make, Suzanne...” warned Penelope, whispering in Suzanne’s ear.

“You came in here to ‘seduce’ me, Penelope?”

Penelope slid a finger beneath the soldier’s panties...

.”You think you can ‘fuck’ me because I’m in the Army huh...?” continued Suzanne,

“Yes...” confirmed Penelope.

She slid yet another finger beneath Suzanne’s panties - it had been too warm to wear her issue flesh-coloured pantyhose under her ‘winter’ uniform skirt...

“Mmmm, I’ve not been with another woman for some time?” confessed Suzanne.

Penelope’s fingertips teased playfully at her moistening labia. Suzanne shuddered,

“Well, we shall have to see what we can do about that, won’t we, Suzanne...?”

Colonel Barbara Maxwell despised lesbians. And, there had been no other members of the Women’s Royal; Australian Army Corps stationed at ‘Kapooka’ – Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan was the only ‘WRAAC’ and that had long forced her to be discreet. Wagga Wagga was a conservative country town in southern New South Wales. If there were any lesbians in the District, they kept clear of the likes of Suzanne. And so, she had buried herself in the myriad of administrative paperwork associated with the 1st Recruit Training Battalion...

“I’ve never had a female soldier before...?” confessed Penelope.

The servicewoman uttered a muffled groan.

“I’ve never ‘fucked’ a WRAAC...?”

“I’ve never done this before either?” admitted Suzanne.

Since being unexpectedly stationed at ‘Kapooka’ Camp, she’d had little opportunity to taste the ‘pussy’ of another woman...

“Not like this anyway, Penelope...?”

“No...?” queried the young woman with a mischievous smile.

Suzanne’s body shuddered again. She groaned.

Beneath her green uniform skirt, Penelope’s fingers had ‘violated’ her at last.

And, as they sat together in the darkened First Class compartment, Penelope now began to ‘finger’ Suzanne...

“You need a change of fuckin’ diet, Lieutenant Donovan?”

For a moment, Suzanne thought she would ‘cum’ right there and then...

“Have you ever had sex in uniform then, Lieutenant Donovan...?” asked Penelope.

“Y-Yes...” Suzanne answered. It seemed pointless to deny it.

Satisfied with the soldier’s honesty, Penelope began to tease at Suzanne’s aching clit - Suzanne’s mind now turned to Cheryl...

“But...?”

She snatched a hurried deep breath,

“What about the conductor?” she asked Penelope.

The last thing she needed, was to be caught having lesbian sex with another woman in uniform...

“She won’t say anything, Suzanne...” Penelope assured her,

“N-No...?” groaned Suzanne...

“I know her...” Penelope explained, resting her cheek on Suzanne’s shoulder as she continued to ‘pleasure’ the twenty-six year old soldier,

“You needn’t worry about the conductor!”

Suzanne squirmed a little in her comfortable seat - she sensed there was something more to the relationship between Penelope and the hard-faced railway conductress...

“Cheryl Jackson...?”

“Oh, I know Miss Cheryl Jackson...” continued Penelope reassuringly...

“You do...?” queried Suzanne.

Beneath the crisp ‘candy stripe’ fabric of her short-sleeved uniform shirt, her nipples were now hard and erect,

“I travel overnight between Albury and Sydney all the time, Suzanne...” Penelope added.

Suzanne responded with a sigh...

“And, I do so by train...”

Penelope continued to gently ‘finger’ Suzanne as she spoke,

“Oh...?”

Even in the darkness of their compartment, Penelope could see Suzanne’s hard nipples beneath her uniform shirt. Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan had small breasts and the twenty year old suspected the blonde soldier was not wearing a bra.

Her uniform shirt was unbuttoned almost to her waist too...

“I know how to deal with Cheryl, Suzanne...

“Penelope?” groaned Suzanne.

Saying nothing for the moment, Penelope leaned down and kissed Suzanne’s right nipple through the fabric of the servicewoman’s shirt...

“You see,” Penelope added, “I work on the trains as a prostitute, Lieutenant Donovan?”

“What...?’ exclaimed Suzanne.

The twenty year old blonde kissed at Suzanne’s left nipple...

“I’m a prostitute, Suzanne...” Penelope purred – Suzanne shuddered once more.

“Don’t worry...” Penelope whispered in Suzanne’s ear.

Suzanne closed her eyes as the prostitute continued to ‘finger’ her...

“I’m willing to give you a servicewoman’s ‘discount’ tonight?”

“Y-Yes...”

Suzanne shifted in her sea - it had been almost six months since she’d had sex with another woman.

And, Suzanne appreciated the irony of what now happening. Prior to her posting to ‘Kapooka’ at the start of the year, she had spent a last night with Corporal Savannah Gallagher in Sydney’s notorious ‘Red Light’ District of King’s Cross. Savannah had openly boasted of having sex with prostitutes.

Self-confident and morally ambivalent to the Women’s Royal Australian Army Corps’ attitude towards lesbianism, Savannah had an insatiable desire that Suzanne knew she could never have satisfied. Yet, here she was, with a prostitute - the former ‘Poster Girl’ for the Women’s Royal Australian Army Corps having sex in the darkened First Class compartment of the evening ‘Mail Train’ to Sydney...

“I’ve never been with a prostitute before, Penelope?”

Saying nothing, Penelope lowered her head and started to playfully ‘suckle’ at Suzanne’s left nipple through the crisp ‘candy stripe’ fabric of the servicewoman’s uniform shirt.

Suzanne responded with a muffled sigh.

In her mind, she could see Savannah and Penelope - the NCO and the prostitute kissing...

“I saw you standing on the platform at Wagga Wagga...” the prostitute now whispered - she had smeared lipstick and saliva over the front of Suzanne’s shirt.

“And, I decided that one way or another...” Penelope confessed, beginning to undo the last of Suzanne’s shirt buttons,

“I was going to have you tonight ... on the train!”

“Y-Yes...”

.”I hope you have a spare uniform shirt?”

Suzanne opened her eyes. She’d never told anybody. Not even Savannah. But, she’d always fantasized over being fucked’ by a prostitute whilst in uniform – it had long been suggested that the Women’s Royal Australian Army Corps recrtuited promisciuous ‘sluts’ and lesbians, so the very thought of ‘sex’ with a prostitute had been a ‘turn on’ for Suzanne,

“Mmmm...”

Penelope continued to unbutton Suzanne’s uniform shirt,

Reaching beneath the prostitute’s mini-skirt, Suzanne caressed at the blonde’s firm thigh.

“Y-Yes...?”

Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan had another uniform shirt in her overnight bag.

She also had her matching ‘candy stripe’ scarf. And, another uniform skirt with a change of underwear.

Suzanne had also packed a pair of ‘Faberge’ denim jeans, ‘Adidas’ running shoes and her favourite white short-sleeved shirt. Corporal Savannah Gallagher had suggested they might enjoy a night on the town in Sydney before Suzanne returned south...?