'But the ticket collector was a good sport and a sovereign bought his compliance to wait until the train was approaching Euston before inspecting their tickets and the ripe, nubile nakedness of the girl concerned.' 'Have you ever fucked a nice juicy pussey on a train, Rupert?' asked Nancy, and I was forced to admit that this was a pleasure I had yet to experience. But I added, 'Mind you, I'll never forget a fine time I had on a train with a randy girl when I was in my last term at St Lionel's.' 'Did you, Rupert?' said Henry, raising his eyebrows. 'I don't recall your ever mentioning it to me.' 'I didn't tell anybody, not even Frank Folkestone who had shared my study for the previous two years. You see, the girl concerned was the daughter of an employee of the school and I was concerned about her reputation as well as the fact that if news of the incident had reached the bursar's ears, he might have dismissed her father.'
Nancy's eyes shone with emotion as she moved up closer to me on the seat and said, That did you great credit, Rupert, and shows that even in your youth you acted like a true English gentleman. However, four years have now passed and perhaps now you feel able to reveal exactly what occurred.' I thought for a moment and then said, 'Yes, I see no reason why I should keep the secret any longer.
'It happened when the First Eleven went to Winchester to play cricket. Normally, I would never have been in the side for I am no great lover of the game and have never been more than average with either bat or ball. But a couple of chaps had to cry off for one reason or another and I found myself included as twelfth man. I could have declined the invitation but being the reserve was no hardship as I didn't really want a game and on a fine day there are many worse things to do than watch your friends running around from the comfort of a deckchair with a glass of iced lemonade in one hand and a good book in the other. 'Well, one of my few duties consisted of bringing on a tray of cold drinks to the team during a short break in play whilst we were out in the field. I managed to perform this hardly onerous chore but walking back briskly to the pavilion, I caught my right foot in a small pothole and severely wrenched it. I was in great pain and at first it was thought I might have broken a bone. However, although the foot ballooned out, the pain slowly subsided, but the Winchester matron advised me to keep my foot from the ground for as long as possible. The match ended quite early as for some reason St Lionel's has never had a good cricket side since the old days of James St John thirty years ago. We were skittled out for only eighty-three runs and Mr. Dexter, the master in charge of our party, decided that the team could catch the five forty-five train back to Chichester. “It might be a good idea for you to stay and take a later train, Mountjoy,” he suggested, and the Winchester chaps made me most welcome, carrying me into the sixth form common-room and standing me a slap-up high tea. 'By seven o'clock, the swelling on my foot was going down and the bruise was beginning to come out. As it was unlikely that I had inflicted any lasting damage, I decided to ask for a lift to the station and catch the seven twenty train. Mr. Dexter had left me some cash with a train ticket so in the unlikely event of there being no taxis at Chichester, I could always telephone the school and ask for a cart to be sent for me. 'I was given a walking stick and driven to Winchester station in the school porter's pony and trap and I managed to hobble on to the train without too much difficulty. The carriage was empty except for a girl whose pretty face I vaguely recognised sitting in the “ladies only” compartment of the carriage reading a newspaper and I placed myself out of her field of vision as one of the Winchester chaps had passed me a copy of Cremorne Gardens and I was dying to read this horny book.' I turned my head to look at Nancy, who was now snuggled up beside me with her hand on my thigh, and continued, 'No-one else entered the carriage at Winchester nor at the first few stations. Then the train slowed to a halt in die middle of nowhere and the guard came through to tell us that we would be delayed twenty minutes because of a buckled rail further down the line. Well, this was the ideal opportunity to take out my book and I avidly read the saucy tale about the randy romps of Penny and Katie, the two pretty daughters of Sir Paul and Lady Arkley.
Their naughty escapades with the gardener's boy soon made my prick swell up though I made no effort to hide the bulge in my lap which pushed hard against the material of my flannels. Idly, my fingers strayed down to caress my cock but I was rudely shaken out of my erotic reverie by the sound of a muffled girlish giggle. I looked up and to my horror saw that the girl I had seen sitting in the far corner of the carriage had, unnoticed by me, moved out of her compartment and moved into mine via the corridor. 'As you may well imagine, I gasped with embarrassment and my cheeks flamed bright red as I crossed my legs in a vain attempt to hide my tumescent crotch. Then I foolishly tried to blurt out an apology but I struggled hard to find the right words. After all, I could hardly say, “Please pardon my prick,” and just continue reading as if nothing had happened. But as it turned out I was in luck, for the attractive young miss burst out laughing and said, “Please don't apologise, for that's not the first time I've seen a man with his shaft straining to be freed from his trousers. Anyway, it was rude of me to disturb you when you were so engrossed in your book. May I see what you were reading?
I'm sure that it must be a jollier read than the newspaper I bought at Winchester Station.” 'She stretched out her hand to take the book in question which I was weakly holding over my cock which was still sticking up in my lap. “Gosh, this really is hot stuff!” she said, as she flicked through the pages. “Where did you get it from, Rupert? I suppose you'll give it to Frank Folkestone or Prince Salman when you've finished it because I'll bet that Cremorne Gardens can't be found in the library at St Lionel's! However, you never know, perhaps Dr Keeleigh keeps his own private copy under lock and key in the headmaster's study, away from the prying eyes of his scholars.” '“I somehow doubt it,” I replied, now feeling more at ease despite being quite perplexed by her knowledge of my name and of my school. “But you seem to know a great deal about me, even though we've never met. And I'm certain we haven't met, by the way, as I would certainly have remembered such a pretty face as yours if I had ever been honoured by the pleasure of an introduction to you.” 'She brushed back a lock of golden blonde hair which had fallen over her face and two charming dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth as she smiled and said, “Thank you for the compliment, kind sir. Well, it's true that we haven't exactly been formally introduced but surely you must have noticed me walking around the school playing fields whilst you were practising at the nets.” '“The playing fields?” I repeated, for I was puzzled by her remark. “No, I can't say that I have ever seen you there, but then I'm not a frequent visitor there as frankly, I'm not all that keen on games. If you are to be found walking nearby, though, I'll change my ways immediately and go to cricket practice every evening. But in return do please tell me how you seem to know all about me.” This made her laugh and she said, “You are such a smooth talker, Rupert Mountjoy! Well, I'll give you a big clue which should solve the mystery for you. My name is Pauline Hollingsworth. There now, doesn't that information help everything fall into place for you?” '“Hollingsworth, did you say?” I ruminated and then the penny dropped. “Oh, then you must be one of old Mr. Holtingsworth's daughters.” 'She clapped her hands to applaud my deduction. “Absolutely right, Rupert, my father, old Mr.