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It was
the end of the first year of University
and I was returning home to my parents on
an overnight train. Being a student and
with finances being a bit low I wasn't
riding in a sleeper but I was able to
afford an intermediate fare which enabled
me to ride in one of the shared cabins.
These had larger seats which could double
as a bed if there weren't many other
passengers, which there weren't, so I
didn't have to spend the entire trip
sitting uncomfortably upright like I would
have if I'd been in the economy section.
There's
not much to tell and this much I've told
anybody whose been interested enough to
listen. During the night I woke up and
caught an old guy - the only other person
in the cabin with me at that time - had
shifted from the seat opposite me and was
sitting next to me and playing with my
toes. I always tell that story to people
and the reaction is always "Hmmm...KINKY!"
which in turn has forced me to withhold
the rest of the story.
What I
don't tell people is I didn't immediately
leap up and start screaming at him to get
out of the cabin which is what most people
assume I must have done. It's not that
I've lied. I've simply never been asked
directly about my reaction. No, what I did
was I pretended to fall back asleep! I
closed my eyes and realized if I didn't
have to think about his face I could
actually enjoy the pleasurable sensations
of his fingers softly squeezing each of my
toes, moving from the smallest across to
the big ones.
If it
wasn't so embarrassing to talk about I
could have quite a good laugh now, make
jokes about it and say it was like 'this
little piggy went to market...' and so, me
giggling the whole time until I peed my
pants. You see, the embarrassing truth is
when he got to my big toes and lightly
gripped them in the warm palms of his
hands, instead of giggling I orgasmed! How
could anybody have known I'd do that? I
didn't know it would or even could happen
myself! To make matters even worse, not
that I made any outward displays of my
pleasure at all, but he must have
instinctively known right at that precise
moment that I orgasmed and even to this
day, if ever anybody takes hold of my big
toes long enough for me to remember up to
that part, I invariably orgasm again just
at the thought. That's another little
secret I have which nobody - not even my
husband or most intimate friends - knows
about. I even consider this bizarre
incident to be among the first real sexual
encounters I've ever had even though I was
still technically a virgin at the
time...
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