[twowide]

Ten days. The combined exigences of Work and Family had done its very best to kept us apart. But Sunday was to be Our Day. We met at the Station Ticket Office, the maroon carriages of our train clearly visible alongside the platform. T'was fairly full, but just as the Guard was about to blow his whistle we boarded the very end, 8-Seat Compartment, right behind the Loco.

There were tears as we chugged out of the Station. There were hugs after shedding our coats. There were kisses as I shoved her down onto the long seat. Under her jumper I stroked her ribs, pushing her stout bra up and over her twin 38D's. She yelped as her nipples popped, groaning as I squeezed her mammeries and bit them viciously. She reached for my waistband, the buttons popping as she unshackled my belt and tore my flies apart. I ripped her 'elastic-tops-and-bottoms' from her midriff, ditching them in the far corner. Semi-darkness as we entered the 3-mile Tunnel.

I rammied my full girth straight up into her. Her legs tight about my waist, her ankles crossed about my back. Taking my time from the Loco I matched its pistons stroke for stroke. The Lord alone knows how many times we Orgasmed together. Suddenly, we burst out into bright sunshine, screeching to a halt at our Destination.

The Platform thronged with Vicars and Sunday Schoolers, Touring the Local Village Well-Dressings. We grabbed our Ruc-Sacks, stuffing ourselves into our gear and dismounting, ready to struggle past the assembled multitude and up the muddy path to the road bridge.