Wan, late-morning light sifted through the train compartment window. Fay looked across Gwen at the window, scenery obliterated by the soft sunshine on the carriage glass. Gwen for her part had her head leaned against Fay’s, her arm along her shoulder. Fay felt drowsy. The orgasm at the far end of the platform some ten minutes ago had all but done her in. The gentle restful pulse of the train in motion made Fay think slumber might be possible.

A second later the compartment door creaked open. It was an older gentleman. “Is this seat taken?” he asked. Fay, aware that she wasn’t wearing panties, that her skirt was indecently short, snapped her legs together, leaving Gwen to answer the query, which she did with a simple gesture, an open hand offering the opposite bench. The man sat.

Fay realized now that, drained as she was, she wouldn’t be able to sleep. She kept her eyes on the diffuse glow of the window, not wanting to risk the eyes of her new compartment mate.

“It’s too bad the window is so steamed up,” the man said. “You’d think they’d clean them once in a while.”

“Maybe we can show you some alternative scenery,” Gwen said.

“Oh?” said the man.

“Doesn’t Fay here have the most beautiful breasts?”

The man cleared his throat.

“Her nipples are really stunning, especially when she gets aroused. You’ll see.”

No sooner was Gwen’s statement complete than her fingers found Fay’s nipple through the gauze of her top. Thumb and forefinger caressed, pinched, pulled, all with gentleness, and the nipple, utterly helpless, erected.

How could Gwen do this with the man sitting right across from them, Fay asked herself. The caresses continued. Fay’s excitement grew.

Her voice clear, Gwen said, “Fay, sweetie, aren’t you glad we’re not wearing panties? I am. This soft nubble of this seat fabric feels so good against my bare bum.”

Fay dared murmur an assent.

“You’re getting turned on, aren’t you?” Gwen asked. “I can smell your sex scent. When you’re aroused, your cunt has the most wonderful aroma.”

Fay couldn’t help it. She was turned on. More and more so as Gwen’s fingers continued to manipulate the lust-engorged nipple.

“Show the nice man your cunt, sweetie,” Fay said. “You know you want to.”

As if helpless, Fay let her legs slip apart.

“Can you see her fuck hole?” Gwen asked the man. “Can you smell how sexed-up she is?” Fay could have died. “My big nose knows.” Gwen chuckled. “It’s true. My nose is like a penis. It loves to fuck Fay’s cunt. Fay’s lovely buttercup of a cunt. Can you see it? How it opens? The little love petals swelling and spreading? The love dew oozing up and out? She’s going to come now, aren’t you, sweet? Yes, show him how you come. Come for him, honey cunt. Come.”

A few more nipple pinches was all it took. Fay shuddered, wrenched into orgasm.