Chapter 2

‘Mail Train’

Penelope lifted her head a little - she was now in control of the attractive soldier.

Suzanne’s uniform shirt lay on the floor with her crumpled uniform skirt. The servicewoman’s panties were on the seat by the door with her dark-green beret. Her capbadge glistened in the moonlight.

And, Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan polished black ‘court’ shoes now saw on the window sill.

“You like this, don’t you...?” Penelope asked in a whisper...

“Y-Yes...” agreed Suzanne, barely able to speak.

The prostitute needed a moment to catch her breath – she still wore her knotted white shirt, but had somehow removed her black mini-skirt without Suzanne noticing...? Rarely did Penelope McNamara wear a bra or panties,

“Oh...?”

Penelope pressed her mouth to Suzanne’s moist labia once again.

This sent a shiver through the servicewoman. Lieutenant-Colonel ‘Mad Mike’ Donovan’s daughter was no longer the ‘Poster Girl’ for the Women’s Royal Australian Army Corps - stripped of her uniform, she was just another lesbian ‘slut’ looking to ‘cum’ or so it seemed to both her and Penelope.

Not that he celebrated father had anything to do with her penance at ‘Kapooka’ – or did he...?

Not that it mattered now...

“P-Penelope...?”

The prostitute now teased at the Suzanne’s aching clit once more.

Suzanne now calling upon every bit of self-control she still possessed as Penelope continued to perform cunnilingus on her – she didn’t want it to end,

“Oh ... Oh ... Oh...?”

Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan wanted to scream.

And, she wanted to scream a wild ‘obscenity’ as the kinky prostitute teased mercilessly at her clitoris - breathing heavily and bathed in her own perspiration, she could only allow herself a series of muffled groans...

“P-Penelope...?”

“ ... Oh ... Oh ... Oh?”

For a moment, she thought she had seen Cheryl Jackson in the doorway to her compartment again – the female conductor watching at the prostitute ‘pleasured’ her...? But, she couldn’t be sure.

In her mind however, she now saw Corporal Savannah Gallagher watching from the doorway...

“P-Penelope...?”

Suzanne now heard the compartment door close - she opened her eyes, realising that it had been Cheryl in the doorway. Still impaled on the kneeling prostitute’s tongue, she opened her mouth to speak,

“P-Penelope...?” was all Suzanne could gasp.

The prostitute lifted herself from between Suzanne’s legs - saying nothing, Penelope licked at her lips

She undid her short-sleeved white shirt. It was another of her souvenirs. The white uniform shirt of a female Conductor with the New South Wales Government Railways.

Penelope’s skin glistened in the gloom. Her small breasts trembled.

Bathed in perspiration like Suzanne, she stood up slowly. If she had seen the conductress watching, Penelope said nothing as she raised the window blinds.

“You need a change of diet...?”

Suzanne nodded. She seemed dazed. Lost.

Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan though, was glad of the respite that she’d been offered.

Penelope carefully opened the window to let in some fresh air.

“You were about ‘cum’ ... weren’t you?” Penelope hissed, enjoying the cool air as she gazed out at the passing scenery...

“And, we can’t have that yet...?” she added - Suzanne sat up.

She too savoured the cool air from the train’s slipstream.

“N-No...” Suzanne agreed after a moment’s hesitation.

Penelope smiled to herself. Silhouetted by the moon, she continued to look out at the wheat fields.

“You’re out of uniform, Lieutenant Donovan?”

The soldier nodded, looking the blonde prostitute over...

“So are you, Private McNamara...?” she purred – she leant forward, caressing Penelope’s firm thighs with her fingertips.

Penelope turned to face the soldier.

“Mmmm...?”

“Ma’am...?”

She oved a little closer to Suzanne.

Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan licked at her pouting lips. Penelope’s ‘pussy’ was shaven.

And, the prostitute’s moist ‘pussy’ seemed to glisten in the gloom.

Suzanne too, had shaved her ‘pussy’ smooth – a trademark of the cadre of lesbians within the Women’s Royal Australian Army Corps,

.”I think,” Suzanne whispered at last, “It only fair that I repay the favour, Private McNamara?”

She had regained a little of her composure. And, it was still another six hours to Sydney...

“I like the sound of that, Lieutenant Donovan...” replied Penelope - the compartment momentarily filling with the flashing red lights of a level crossing once again,

.”Mmmmm...”

Reaching up, Suzanne took a hold of Penelope’s hand.

They gazed at each other for a moment or two. Silent. Content to enjoy the intimacy.

And then, Suzanne pulled Penelope to the seat – the soldier slid to the floor and knelt before the prostitute...

“Mmmmm...?”

Wearing nothing but her bra, she kissed at the prostitute’s ‘pussy’ – footsteps passed the compartment.

“Y-Yes...?”

She pressed her mouth to Penelope’s ‘pussy lips’ and playfully teased at the prostitute’s vagina,

“Oh...?”

Her tongue slid inside Penelope.

Postscript...

Suzanne opened her eyes.

It was a little after five o’clock in the morning and the train was now passing through Picton...

“Penelope...?” she called in a whisper.

“Lieutenant Donovan...” the prostitute replied.

There was a moment of silence.

Beneath her uniform skirt, the soldier’s ‘pussy’ felt as if it were on fire - standing in the doorway of their compartment, Penelope wore Suzanne’s short-sleeved green ‘candy stripe’ uniform shirt.

Disorientated, Suzanne could not remember putting her own uniform skirt back on?

She had a vague recollection of Penelope exploding in a wild ‘orgasm’ – and a she could still taste the blonde prostitute’s cunni in her mouth. The window blind was still down. And, Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan could not remember Cootamundra, Yass Junction or Harden, let alone Goulburn?

“P-Penelope...?”

“It was my pleasure, Suzanne...” Penelope murmured in reply, sensing what the servicewoman was about to say...

“I want a favour though?” the prostitute then asked.

Suzanne raised an eyebrow. Penelope waited for Suzanne to regain a little more composure.

Lieutenant Suzanne Donovan hadn’t experienced such ecstasy for months - Penelope Louise McNamara had brought her to ‘orgasm’ more than three times since Goulburn...

“You have another uniform shirt...?”

Penelope stepped back into the First Class compartment.

Suzanne nodded, unsure of what the prostitute was asking...?