Part Two : The Journey Begins
Lizzie sets off on her quest to find the best lays in the UK
Lizzie grabbed a cup of coffee and waited for her train to arrive. She thought about the last 24 hours, wondering exactly what she was letting herself in for. Her pussy moistened as her mind ran through the various options, but she shook her head to clear it of smutty thoughts. She’d already decided to make the most of her travelling time by using it to write notes so that she could spend the rest of her time ‘researching’ the book. With any luck, by the time she got to Edinburgh, she’d already have the introduction written. The last thing she wanted was to waste all that time having to masturbate in the toilets because she was so worked up at the thought of all those new ‘contacts’.
The train pulled in and Lizzie climbed aboard. She was relieved to find an unoccupied table. She settled herself down, pulled out her laptop and started to type.
“The Scottish man is clearly identifiable by his accent, which will get your juices flowing before he even lays a finger on you. You’re most likely to find him in a bar but don’t be misled. There’s no chance of brewer’s droop from these Celtic charmers.” Well, she certainly hoped that wouldn’t be the case.
“Excuse me.”
Lizzie looked up, irritated at the interruption.
“Yes?”
“Is this seat taken?” An attractive Irish woman with red hair was struggling to keep hold of her cases without losing balance.
“No, go for it.”
Lizzie sighed. She might not have the table to herself but at least the woman looked like she’d leave her alone. The trashy novel under her arm was a good sign. Sure enough, once the woman had off-loaded her cases, she sat down opposite Lizzie and started to read. Lizzie resumed her typing.
Ten minutes later, she became aware that the woman was staring at her. She looked up and the woman blushed as Lizzie caught her eye.
“Sorry. It’s just that I’m a bit of a fan of yours.”
“What?” asked Lizzie.
“I started reading your articles years ago, in Feisty. And you’re in all of the mags now, aren’t you? I’m Belle. I’d love your job.”
The woman thrust her hand over the table and Lizzie shook it, cursing photo by-lines. OK, so she wasn’t recognised very often but she wanted to get on with her work and a conversation about how to get into journalism was the last thing she needed.
“Thanks. I’m on deadline at the moment, actually.”
“Oh. What are you writing?”
“A book.”
“What about?”
“I can’t really go into that. And I’ve got a really tight deadline. So if you don’t mind…’
“No, of course, sorry.” said Belle, seemingly unruffled as she calmly went back to her book.
Research
An hour later, Lizzie was feeling guilty. She’d been unnecessarily short with the girl and that wasn’t her style. Anyway, she’d drafted an introduction, and written the criteria by which she was going to judge the ‘talent’. Taking a bit of a break wouldn’t do any harm. She’d got another two hours to write before she got to Edinburgh. And more to the point, she was getting hungry.
“Look, I don’t suppose you can do me a favour and guard my laptop while I go to the buffet could you?” she asked Belle.
“Sure.” Belle didn’t seem to have taken Lizzie’s earlier abruptness to heart.
“Is there anything you’d like while I’m there?”
“I wouldn’t say no to a glass of white wine. Always seems to make the time pass quicker,” said Belle.
“Good idea. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”
A short while later, Lizzie returned clutching two mini-bottles of wine and a couple of cheese toasties.
“Thought you might be hungry.”
“Thanks,” said Belle, a strange tone in her voice. Lizzie ignored it, figuring she was shy. A glass of wine should sort that out.
“To writing,” she said, pouring them both a glass of wine. “So have you had anything published then?”
“I did some stuff at university,” said Belle. “But that’s about it. I’ve been thinking of moving to London. Seems like that’s where everything’s going on.”
“Not a bad idea. Where are you from?”
“Dublin, but most of my mates seem to be leaving. I’m doing a big catch up this weekend, meeting a load of friends in Edinburgh then heading to Manchester to hook up with my best mate. She was hassling me to go to Pride and it sounded fun.”
“Oh, is that this weekend? Didn’t realise,” said Lizzie, mentally re-assessing her companion. Was she gay? As she looked at her through fresh eyes, she noticed Belle’s creamy skin and large blue eyes. She really was quite attractive. Lizzie felt her nipples harden at the thought of kissing Belle and flushed. Was it the wine or the book that was making her think like this? It was a new one on her.
She noticed Belle looking at her with similarly appraising eyes.
“So, tell me about your book then,” said Belle. “I’ve got to confess, I couldn’t resist a glance at your notes when you were at the bar. It’s a bit different from your normal kind of stuff, isn’t it?.”
“It’s an, um, erotic novel,” said Lizzie, hastily using the first excuse that came into her mind.
“You’ve certainly got a good imagination. In fact, it made me feel a bit frisky. So what happens next?” Belle leaned forwards and her eyes flickered over Lizzie’s face, then slid down her body. She didn’t try to hide her bold look, instead lingering on Lizzie’s décolleté. Was she flirting? Lizzie didn’t know what to think. She looked around the carriage. The bloke on the table across the aisle was immersed in his phone and the people behind them had got to their feet, clearly preparing to get off at the next station. There was only one way to find out if Belle was thinking the same thing as she was.
“I’m not sure,” said Lizzie, licking her lips while looking at Belle’s mouth. Subtle enough to be ignored but it was a trick that had worked with men before, so why not a woman?
“I might be able to help you with some ideas,” said Belle. Lizzie gasped as she felt a hand on her thigh. Belle was looking at her quizzically, as if to check it was OK to continue.
“I could always do with some inspiration,” said Lizzie, shocked at the words coming from her mouth. But it’s work, she thought, justifying the lewd thoughts running through her mind.
On Public Display
Belle leaned over the table, put her hand round the back of Lizzie’s head and drew her into a deep kiss. Her lips were full, soft and sensual. Her tongue darted gently around Lizzie’s. She could barely stifle a groan of pleasure. Lizzie put her hand on Belle’s head, gradually moving it to her neck. As she reached the crook of Belle’s neck, Belle moaned.
“You have no idea how much that turns me on,” she said.
“I think it might be easier if I moved,” said Lizzie, getting up so she could sit next to Belle.
As soon as she sat down, Lizzie grabbed Belle and began to kiss her neck. Soon, Belle was squirming in her seat. She took one of Lizzie’s hands and placed it on her breast. Lizzie could feel Belle’s hard nipple underneath her fingers. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Feeling daring, Lizzie slid her hand underneath Belle’s vest top and stroked her soft skin, sliding her hand up to touch Belle’s breast. Belle pulled Lizzie’s head back from her neck to kiss her deeply. Lizzie carried on toying with her breasts.
“I want to touch you,” said Belle.
“Not as much as I want you to touch me,” said Lizzie.
Belle undid the first few buttons of Lizzie’s shirt. She slid her hand inside, pushing Lizzie’s bra cups down so she could feel her breasts properly. She glanced at the man with the phone. He was still impervious to the debauchery going on across the aisle.
Belle quickly bent to take Lizzie’s nipple in her mouth. Lizzie revelled in the sensation, unable to stop herself from pushing her breast forwards into Belle’s mouth. Belle’s left hand was busy stroking her other breast at the same time. Lizzie hadn’t felt so turned on for years.
“Tickets please.”
The sound of the conductor walking up the carriage jolted them out of their reverie. Belle buttoned Lizzie’s shirt back up, then slowly and deliberately licked her finger. She pushed her hand into Lizzie’s knickers, threw a coat over the top of her arm to hide what she was doing and began to stroke Lizzie’s clit.
“The conductor’s going to be here any second and I’m going to be stroking you while he takes your ticket,” she whispered to Lizzie.
Lizzie’s body responded with a flood of wetness.
“You like that idea. Maybe I’ll move the coat when he gets here so he can see you being fingered by me. Give him something to think about when he’s on his own.”
Lizzie bit her lip, knowing she must look flustered. The thought of a stranger wanking over her had always turned her on.
“Can I have your ticket, love?” He was there. Belle pushed her finger deeper inside Lizzie, knowing she couldn’t respond. She brushed another finger against Lizzie’s throbbing clit. Lizzie breathed in sharply, trying to control her reactions as she leaned over the table to get her ticket out of her purse. The conductor punched her ticket then turned to Belle.
“And yours.”
“Oh, I think it might be in my coat.”
Lizzie felt her clit twitch as Belle reached over. She wouldn’t – surely she wouldn’t. She looked up at the conductor and started to talk to him, hoping to distract him from Belle.
‘Do you know what time we get into Edinburgh?’ The conductor took a timetable from his pocket and began to leaf through it.
Belle was not pleased at the distraction. “Yes, I do think my ticket’s in my coat.” She reached over to pull Lizzie’s skirt up then moved the coat away, leaving Lizzie’s pussy exposed. When the conductor looked down, he’d clearly be able to see Belle’s hand pushed inside Lizzie’s knickers.
Lizzie was mortified and tried to grab the coat to hide herself. At the same time, she could feel her c**t get wetter as she thought about being on display. The conductor wasn’t bad looking and she couldn’t help the image of him tugging on his cock popping into her mind.
“Here you go.” Belle pulled out her ticket and waved it at the conductor, just as Lizzie managed to cover herself back up with the coat.
“Thanks love,” he said, oblivious to Lizzie’s flushed face. He moved down the carriage and Lizzie exhaled.
“You bitch!” she said to Belle.
“You loved it,” said Belle. “You know how I can tell?’
She pulled her finger from Lizzie’s c**t and brought it to her lips, languorously licking all the juice from her fingers.
“Because you’re sopping wet.”
Lizzie started to argue back but knew it was true. She’d never realised she had an exhibitionistic side before. It was an interesting discovery.
Close Encounter
“So, where are you getting off?” asked Belle, fanning her flushed face.
“Edinburgh,” said Lizzie.
“And have you got a hotel sorted or do you need somewhere to crash?”
“Haven’t sorted anything yet,” admitted Lizzie.
“In that case, how about you stay with me? My mate works for a hotel chain so she’s sorted me out with a luxury room.”
“If you’re sure,” said Lizzie.
“I’m sure. I can hardly wait to lick your pussy.”
Lizzie’s clit twitched again as she imagined Belle’s face between her legs. She was certainly learning a lot about herself. She just wondered whether Belle should be listed under Dublin or Edinburgh in the book. She was already sure that she’d be getting a pretty high score.
