Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

When the train arrived, it was a local chugger. A compartment train, with no corridor. Once in a compartment, that was it, until the next stop at least. It would take just over an hour to reach our destination. The train was not busy, so there were plenty of empty compartments. We grabbed one towards the back of the train, by unspoken consent, sitting opposite each other on the bench seats, our knees just about touching. The compartment was designed to seat eight passengers, but I hoped we would not have company. My silent prayer was answered, we were still alone as the train lurched into motion.

The privacy meant we could chat quite openly, so we gave each other a brief life history of ourselves. Sandie had been born, raised, and schooled in the town near my training base, a true local girl. Unlike me, she had obtained good results at O’level and had gone on to sixth form to do A’levels, aiming for university. But by the end of the lower sixth, much to her parents' dismay, she had decided it was not for her and left. She had started working at the machine shop, where she met Joyce, almost straight away. She considered that temporary but had still not made up her mind exactly what she wanted to do. She was considering returning to full time education at the local college, but options were still quite limited for females then; true sadly. She still lived with her parents at that moment (damn!), though they acknowledged her as an adult and gave her free rein to come and go as she pleased (oh, okay). She was hoping to get a place of her own, or at least a flat share soon, but that depended on money and her other life choices. She had had a few casual boyfriends, though nothing long term or serious.

I reciprocated with a précis of my own life, like her leaving out any reference to sex. I did however give strong hints that I was not very experienced in matters of an intimate nature; I had learned the hard way that it was best to be upfront about this, as lies were soon found out. She noticed the hints and responded with a subtle “Me neither.”

On arrival, we headed straight for the seafront. We spent the day doing nothing in particular, just acting like a couple of teenagers, which of course we were still, just. The season did not really start until Easter, a few weeks away yet, but some attractions were open. We browsed the beach kiosks, laughing at the smutty postcards in the racks. We went down the pier and played the slots and rode the dodgem cars, trying to ram each other, until we got a bollocking from the attendant and thrown off. We sat, arm in arm on a bench at the end of the pier watching the fishermen. Aping the themes of the postcards from earlier, we started to make childish remarks about the length of their rods and their ‘little tiddlers’, really referring to the small fish they were landing. Childish yes, but it made us laugh and cut into the sexual tension that was starting to develop between us.

When early evening came, I offered to take Sandie to a restaurant or café for a meal, but she said she would prefer to just get fish and chips and eat them on the beach. I am all for a cheap date, so that is what we did. The takeout finished, we binned our rubbish and started to walk along the beach on the hard sand at the tide line. It was late in March and the clocks had not gone forward to BST yet, so it was starting to get dark, but for the time of year it was fairly mild.

We must have walked a mile or so from the main promenade to the sand dunes further up the beach. We found a grassy bank to sit on, it was a little damp, so I took off and laid down my coat for us. Sandie said she was having a nice time and leaned across to kiss me gently. This soon turned into a full-on embrace and the kisses became much more passionate, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

Sandie stood up, straddled my legs, and sat down on my lap facing me. We resumed our kissing and started to stroke each other’s bodies through our clothing. I grasped her buttocks and pulled her closer to me, her mound nestling against my stiffening penis; she moaned softly into my mouth, which I took as a cue to continue, which I did.

I manoeuvred my hands beneath her layers of clothing, running them up and down the bare flesh of her back. It was warm and smooth, and her muscles rippled involuntarily at my touch. I caressed her sides and started to move my hands forward to her front. Whilst maintaining lower body contact, Sandie leaned backwards slightly to give me better access. I ran my hands up, over her slightly podgy belly, then up under and onto the sides of her bra covered breasts, before cupping them fully in my two hands. I felt her nipples hardening through the fabric.

She mewed encouragement, so I gently pushed her bra up, releasing her full, plump tits and ran my hands over them. They felt wonderful, as I circled my palms on her nips, before taking them between my thumbs and forefingers, gently pinching and pulling, lifting her breasts with them.