The Ghan

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As the sun blazed down from the middle of a cobalt blue sky and I watched the green and fertile Adelaide Plains slip slowly past the window, I knew I’d made the right decision. For the last three weeks I’d snaked my way round the coast and hinterlands of New South Wales and Victoria with nothing but a rucksack and my best friend Gemma for company. We’d started in Sydney, made our way loosely in the direction of Melbourne, before finally ending up in Adelaide. We were both absolutely shattered. Backpacking was hard work! We wanted to spend some time in the Northern Territory before catching a flight from Darwin back to London. While we had no firm plans on how exactly how we would get to Darwin, every time the subject was up for discussion we had disagreed completely on what to do. The conversations had even started to become a little tetchy. While neither of us said it, I think deep down we both knew we could do with a bit of a break from each other’s company. Eventually we reached a compromise which let both of us have what we wanted. Gemma decided to fly up to Darwin and spend a couple of days chilling out on the beach while waiting for me to get there. I was going to have a fun adventure of my own; an adventure which would allow me to not only relax a bit, but also have some much needed “me” time. I had decided to buy myself a ticket for The Ghan. The Ghan train ran a couple of times a week from Adelaide to Darwin via Alice Springs. The trip would last three days and two nights and I thought the whole idea sounded just perfect. After saying goodbye to Gemma at the hostel, we parted our ways. She went to the airport and I caught the bus to the station. When I got there, the train looked like it was about two miles long. It felt like an eternity walking down the platform to find my carriage. I finally got there and jumped up the steps before looking down the aisle to locate my spot. Luckily I had a window seat. I put my rucksack on the overhead racks, settled into my “home” for the next sixty hours or so, and waited for the train to leave. While I’d loved to have booked a sleeper cabin, I only had enough money for the Red Service. This meant I was consigned to a swivel seat for the trip, which I suspected would do a pretty poor job of reclining into a bed at night. I’m not sure I cared though. I knew I’d just be happy to be in my own company, staring out of the window in wonder as the incredible and ever changing scenery swept by. Eventually the train pulled out of the station and slowly lumbered down the tracks, gradually picking up pace as it went. The city finally gave way to the suburbs and the suburbs to the Adelaide Plains. Hour after hour drifted by during which the Plains slowly surrendered to the ever reddening and more barren earth of the Outback. I was utterly absorbed in the views from the window and completely oblivious to the train and other passengers sharing my trip. That all changed after the first long tunnel! As the dazzling sunshine gave way to blackness, the window suddenly became a perfect mirror for the carriage around me. I was so glad it did as I would probably never have noticed her otherwise. She was walking slowly down the aisle away from me and from the uniform she was wearing, I could tell she obviously worked for the train company. She wore a bright red blouse, which perfectly matched the livery of the train. My eyes gazed down her body to the figure hugging black pleated skirt that fell just above her knees. I’m sure my mouth was wide open as I looked longingly at her perfect legs, covered in the most delicious pair of sheer black stockings. My gaze followed the little pencil line of black material that ran up the back of them, from heel to knee and then beyond; to places I was already starting to imagine and tingle about. She had jet black hair, neatly tied back in a pony tail, which draped güvenilir bahis down her back over the blouse. I couldn’t quite see her face from the angle I was sitting, but this was more than made up for by the side view I had of the swell of her small, but pert breasts beneath the blouse. To put not too fine a point on it; this girl was just stunning! The view outside the window that had entranced me for so long suddenly felt insignificant now. I had something new to look at; something far more exciting! Over the next hour or so, I watched her come and go up and down the aisle punching tickets, ferrying drinks and snacks and making up sleepers. Her face was just picture perfect, with emerald green eyes that perfectly complimented the colour of her hair. Her crimson lips were full and rounded and it took little imagination for me to dream about kissing them. I couldn’t help but stare at her backside as she walked down the aisle away from me. The sway of her hips and wiggle of her bum was utterly hypnotic and I had trouble keeping my tingles in check. The couple opposite me ordered some drinks. Down the aisle she came again, tray in hand, carrying a couple of cold cokes. My heart skipped a beat when she bent down to place them on the couple’s fold down trays. The material on her skirt tightened over the cheeks of her bum and rode slightly up the back of her thighs as she bent. I stared longingly at those cheeks, imagining myself caressing them with my hands and tongue. After that one visit across the aisle, I was practically begging the couple to order something else. I wanted to see her bend over again so I could further indulge what was quickly becoming a highly erotic set of fantasies for me. “Perhaps I should order something for myself,” I thought; though I knew my needs probably stretched to more than a couple of cokes! I eventually plucked up the courage to ask for something. At the very least I wanted to know her name. Next time she walked past I cleared my throat and said, “Excuse me.” “Hi there,” she replied with a broad grin across her face. “Can I help you?” “Hi, ” I smiled back. “I’d, um, like to get a snack before night. What sort of stuff have you got?” It was a pretty lame request, but at least I was now talking to her. For the first time I was also able to read the name badge that was proudly pinned to her blouse, right over the nipple of her left breast. I decided Polly was such a pretty name! “Do you want something hot?” she replied. I would have loved something hot, but I’m not sure my definition of “something hot” exactly matched what she was offering. “No thanks, Polly,” I said. “Maybe just a sandwich.” “We’ve got loads of packaged sandwiches I could bring you. What flavour would you like?” she asked. “Just cheese, if you’ve got it?” I replied. “No worries. We’ve got plenty of those. I’ll get you one. Oh, by the way, what’s your name? I don’t know how long you’re on for, but if it’s all the way to Darwin I’ll be seeing a fair bit of you and I like to get to know my passengers,” she replied, with another big smile across her face. While I would have loved her to see as much of me as she wanted, it was hard to believe I’d been thrown a flirt. I resisted the urge to throw a flirt back. I was on a train and she was working. Much as I wanted it, there was no way in the world anything was going to happen between us! “I’m Katie,” I said, giving a big smile back to her. “Well it’s nice to meet you Katie. I’ll go get that sandwich for you.” She wiggled her way off down the aisle. My gaze followed her bum again, every step of the way, until she went through the sliding doors into what I presumed was the kitchen carriage. Two minutes later she was back with my cheese sandwich. “There you go, Katie, ” Polly said, passing me the sandwich while flashing me that beautiful smile again. Just as she was about to turn and güvenilir bahis siteleri go, she paused, looked at me again and said, “By the way, how did you know my name?” I had no idea if her “I like to get to know my passengers” and “Do you want something hot?” comments had been flirts, but I decided to offer one of my own, just to see what her reaction was. “I’m very observant and like looking at pretty things,” I said, grinning. “And your name badge is perfectly positioned… for a girl like me.” In that one sentence I had alluded to the fact I’d been staring at her breasts and also that I liked girls. The world seemed to stop while I waited for her reaction. After what seemed like an eternity, Polly’s face broke into a huge smile. “You can be as observant as you like then, Katie. I don’t mind what you look at,” she replied, before walking back up the aisle with a much more pronounced swing of her hips. At the end of the carriage she turned, paused for a moment, then grinned at me before disappearing again though the sliding doors. I was normally rubbish at picking up on flirts, but this one came through loud and clear. Polly was clearly enjoying me watch her and wanted me to continue to do so. She didn’t seem to mind that I liked girls either! Dusk came and went as The Ghan continued on it’s way through the Outback, stopping in the darkness at both Port Augusta and Manguri. The next stop, Alice Springs , lay ten hours further ahead up the tracks. Polly came back down the carriage with a stack of blankets, dishing them out to anyone that wanted one. “Do you want something to keep you warm tonight?” she smiled at me playfully. It was obvious that blankets were all she had but I couldn’t resist the urge to flirt with her again. “I love being cosy at night. What can you offer me?” I replied. “Well, all I can offer you for now is a blanket, but I might be able to sort out something better later. I’ll see what I can do,” she said with another huge smile on her face. My mind raced. “I might be able to sort out something better later,” she’d said. What on earth could that mean? All I could do was sit and wait and hope to find out what the “something better” was later in the trip. Eventually the lights were dimmed and I got as comfortable as I could in my swivel seat. It reclined a little, but I had a feeling I’d be in for a restless night. I draped the blanket over my lap and pulled it up tight to my chin. Eventually I rolled onto my side a little under the blanket, hoping to catch more glimpses of Polly in the reflection from the windows, mirrored again against the black of the night. I should have been thinking about the whole Ghan adventure I was having, but my mind kept drifting back to Polly. She was gorgeous and we’d shared some wonderful flirts. She came and went at regular intervals, smiling at me every time she passed. As I watched those hips and bum sway back and forth, I couldn’t help but imagine Polly and I making love. Ever since I’d first saw her earlier that afternoon I’d been tingling on and off. The flirts we’d shared had done nothing to dampen them. Quite the opposite in fact! My fingers wandered down my tummy under the blanket as I imagined Polly and I kissing softly. I dreamed about her lying seductively on a bed, completely naked except for those sheer black stockings. My fingers wandered further down my body as my fantasy took hold. I caressed my inner thighs under the blanket, dragging the material of my skirt higher and higher up my legs. I so desperately wanted and needed to touch myself. I imagined all the touches I gave myself were Polly’s fingers rather than my own. I looked down the blanket to see if the movements of my hand and fingers could be seen. Satisfied they couldn’t, I closed my eyes and let my mind race further into my fantasy. My fingers followed quickly behind, stroking the iddaa siteleri seam of my panties at the top of my thigh as it curled round between my legs. I imagined lying naked next to Polly, our hands exploring each other bodies. My fingers, now uncontrollably drawn to my heat, slid under the edge of my panties, the tips finding the edge of my lips. I could feel the goose bumps rise on my arms under the blanket as I stroked slowly up my lips to my now erect clit. I circled it slowly, pushing my hips against my fingers, increasing the pressure with every turn. My fingers then caressed slowly back down my lips, circling and rubbing all the time. The movement gently pried them apart, allowing my fingers to find my soft petals, already slick from the erotic thoughts about Polly I was now indulging myself in. As I slowly slid one finger inside myself, I imagined it was Polly’s, gentling entering me as she kissed me slowly. I slid another finger in, dabbing them both slowly in and out of myself, moving in time to the gentle rocking and rhythmic sway of the train. I curled the tips each time I pushed into myself, rubbing softly at my velvety inner walls. I felt my breath start to shorten as I neared my peak. I wanted that exquisite feeling of being on the edge to last for hours. Mindful of where I was and what I was doing, I started pushing a little faster into myself, the heel of my palm rubbing against my clit as I did. I could feel my feet and toes start to point as my hand moved faster and faster between my legs. I had to stifle my moans as I climaxed with the sweetest and naughtiest of orgasms, my sticky juices running out over my fingers. I lay there for a few minutes with my eyes closed, clutching my hand between my legs with my thighs. Eventually I opened them and looked sheepishly round the carriage again to see if I had been noticed. Everything seemed calm and I thought I’d got away with my sneaky bit of masturbation. That was until I looked towards the sliding doors at the end of the carriage. Polly stood there, staring straight at me with the broadest grin imaginable. She winked and smiled at me before silently mouthing, “Naughty you.” She blew me a tiny kiss then disappeared back through the doors. I felt my face flush deep red. I knew she must have seen me, but despite my embarrassment, I didn’t care. She’d winked, smiled and blown a kiss at me, which could only mean she’d enjoyed my “show.” I wasn’t wrong when I said I’d have a restless night in the swivel seat! I wondered what adventures would happen the next day, before eventually drifting off to sleep. Sunrise over the Outback was spectacular. I watched in awe from the window as the sun finally peeked above the horizon, turning the salmon pink sky into a bright hazy orange. The wilderness was finally punctuated by the odd farm and I knew we’d soon be arriving in Alice Springs . We were scheduled a four hour stop in Alice before the second half of the journey and the long haul north to Darwin . I couldn’t wait to have a break from the train, stretch my legs and find somewhere nice to have a spot of breakfast. I felt a little deflated that I hadn’t seen Polly at all after sunrise. I wondered if she was on a rest break or maybe serving in a different part of the train. My fears were unfounded. Just a minute or so before the train stopped she appeared again through the sliding doors, walked down the aisle to my seat and leant in close to me. “Morning, Katie. I hope your restlessness didn’t last too long last night,” she whispered in my ear, with a very playful smile on her face. I thought for a second about my answer, but as she knew what I’d been doing, there was no point in pretending I didn’t know what she was talking about. “Hi Polly. I, er, was a little restless at first as I’m sure you know, but I got off eventually.” I couldn’t help but giggle a little and redden slightly as I gave just the cheesiest answer. At least my self indulgence from the night before was completely out in the open now and it obviously encouraged both of us to step up the flirting. ” I’m glad you had a fun night,” Polly said.

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