The trams of Blackpool? Said by some, to be the oldest tram system in England and now, the only surviving one. Once more extensive than now, it still follows the sea front from Squire's Gate to Fleetwood, a journey of some 12 miles........ I could wax eloquent about the trams but won't do it here. The story's built on memories of a town I've known for many, many years.
"Trams"
by Julius
copyright 2002
They got off the train and started the walk down the length of the platform. Fingers touched and linked. He glanced at her and squeezed her hand. "Funny how natural that feels."
She agreed silently and smiled back at him. She felt a bubbling joy inside her and forced their hands into an exaggerated swing. Then they both turned to face each other and kissed for the first time. Someone whistled at them in the distance and they broke the kiss, laughing.
She touched the back of her skirt and felt the dampness there. The memory of her arousal, its awful intensity flooded into her mind and she knew it would be back. She glowed with happiness and knew, with a beautiful certainty, that they must end up frantically fucking somewhere, somehow today. How she loved just thinking the 'eff' word. The day was like a beautiful gift; they'd only just started unwrapping it.
They strolled to the ticket barrier, and then parted, heading for the washrooms. He was waiting when she came out.
Next stop was a little coffee shop, just outside the station. They sat in happy silence, "What're you thinking?" she asked.
"About you on the train, about your skirt pulled up and the sun shining on you," he paused, a shy grin on his face, "so beautiful."
She put down her empty cup and said, "Shall we go look at Blackpool?"
"Squire's Gate please," she told the taxi driver, "drop us where the trams turn round." She asked him to drive along the sea-front. From the station the street led downhill to the Promenade and the view out acrossthe Irish Sea. The drive was a string of very English sights, holiday makers, couples and families, people, people of all sorts. Strings of light bulbs seemed to adorn everything. This was the time of the Blackpool Illuminations she explained. The tide was out and the sandy beach seemed to stretch forever to the glisten of the distant sea. Donkeys on the sands, carrying small children, people sitting in deck chairs, the piers jutting out, waiting for the sea. On the side away from the sea endless souvenir shops and restaurants and every conceivable trap for the visitor. "The Golden Mile" she told him. A huge amusement park was next with the biggest roller coaster he'd ever seen, with its racing train and screaming passengers. The entertainments finally gave way to small hotels and houses. She'd kept up an amusing commentary. A frequent visitor as a child, she looked as happy as if she were that child again.
Finally the taxi stopped and they got out. He reached for his wallet but she was paying already, "Today is my treat."
A tram had just left and they wandered over to an ice cream stall. He asked what she'd like but she just said she'd share his, if that was alright.
A tram approached and stopped letting its passenger off. Then it went round the turning loop, flanges squealing, protesting at the tight radius. It was a double-decker with the top deck open. She bought their tickets and led the way upstairs. Suddenly he was aware of her femininity again. Her skirt hem brushed his head and he was treated to the pale flashes of her thighs as she climbed.
She knew where his eyes were looking and was happy with the thought.
They sat at the back, side by side.The view opened up with the few feet gained. Sand dunes and the sea beyond the beach, a small aircraft climbing away from the airport in the distance. The sun was hot but there was a cooling breeze, simple pleasures. He offered her the ice cream and she licked with a pointed pink tongue. Then they kissed vanilla flavoured kisses. The tram set off, back the way they had come. The town of Blackpool now perhaps five miles away. They were alone on the top of the tram. The pickup hissed along the wire above their heads. The breeze fluttered her mane of silvered copper. He noticed the faint freckles across her nose for thefirst time.
She unfastened the top two buttons of her blouse and eased it open. She put her arms along the back of the seat and let her head loll back. "Need to work on the tan," she said by way of explanation.
The swell of her breasts held his gaze, she had a dusting of freckles too across her cleavage. When he raised his eyes he found her smiling at him. He smiled back and said softly, "You're very beautiful."
Ice cream ran over his knuckles and she reached for the cone while he licked his hand. The fast melting ice cream dripped into her cleavage. Did she do it deliberately? Did it matter? "My tongue won't reach," she laughed, with the emphasis on the 'my'. She slipped her hand behind his head and urged him gently down. He licked the ice cream from between her breasts and in an instant he was hard again. She released him and he sat up. She undid another button and now peeled the bra cup down, off her left breast. She was big, bigger than he'd realised. Her nipple was a deep pink with a large pale areola. The nipple had a deep dimple in its centre. She held the ice cream over her breast and angled it slightly, one drip and then another landed on the pink tip of her breast, she gasped as the chill struck her nipple. She took a noisy slurp of the ice cream and wiped the ice cream off with her fingertip. She stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked and smiled at him, eyes half closed. Another drip and another wipe, this time she offered him the finger, he sucked it clean.
She slipped her hand into her bra and, eased her breast out into the sunshine. She lowered the ice cream and smeared her nipple with it, giving a small cry at the cold. She glanced at him and then down at the nipple. He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, gently sucking the off the ice cream.
A flash of sweet pleasure seemed to jump from nipple to vagina and she cried out softly. They played like this as the ice cream kept melting. She dripping itonto her breast and nipple, him licking and sucking it off, taking turns to lick the ice cream as the melting became faster. With each suckling her arousal mounted. His cock was rigid now. They had both forgotten their surroundings until a family of four came noisly up the stairs. She quickly covered her breast and they pretended to just sit and look at the sea. The new passengers went to sit at the front but the children kept running up and down the aisle.
They finished the ice cream. The mother at the front finally made the children sit.
He gasped as her hand suddenly slid down over his groin. She felt him through his pants, every bit as big as he'd been on the train. "You too," she said.
"Me too?"
"You're as worked up as I am aren't you?" she persisted.
"I don't know, maybe I am." he said, squirming under her hand.
Veronica knew she'd taken control of their day so far, but she knew she was losing control of herself. It was too many long months since she'd had a man make love to her and now, here she was, half undressed under her clothes with her hand on a man's cock. She bit her bottom lip and clamped her thighs together. She took his hand and spreading her knees guided it up under her skirt. "Touch me, make love to me with your fingers. Please!"
He gasped at the heat of her. She was so wet, it was like dipping his fingers into melted butter.
She moaned softly as his finger tips played in the top of her cleft. He dipped a finger down and hooking it, gently slid it into her and then brought it, teasing, upwards, bringing her slick honey with it. He let himself be guided by her movements, her sighs and the little sobs in her throat. He wanted to take this slowly, gently for her, but she was beyond slow, beyond gentle. She was fast losing a battle with herself and clamped both her hands over his ... squeezing them into her crotch, thrusting up against the pressure of the three hands and, just like that, she came. No apparent build up, just a few frantic thrusts of her hips and she came. Sobbing and struggling, writhing and bucking as the orgasm raced and pulsed through her.
This had been coming since the moment he'd handed her those panties yesterday! Her struggles, their intensity were almost frightening. She sobbed and rolled her head from side to side. She seemed to go from orgasm to orgasm or was it one endless climax? Finally she subsided and began to relax. She smiled at him, shyly. "Oh God! I'm sorry. I really lost it."She took her hands off his and put her arms round him and began to cry gently. He kept his hand cupped over her mound, she was soaked. He put his other arm around her and held her and let her cry.
She sniffled in his ear, sending shivers through his neck and shoulder. "God!" she whispered, "it seems an eternity since a man did that, made me come."
"I think I know what you mean," he told her. The other passengers were getting off. He slid his hand slowly out from under her skirt. The children giggled and he guessed they were giggling about the old couple necking on the back seat, but then they were gone and the tram jerked back into motion. He rubbed thumb across fingertips marvelling at the slipperiness of her juices. He wanted to lick his fingertips, to taste her but wondered how she'd react. His cock throbbed in his pants.
Did she sense his need? "You poor thing!" he heard her say and the next moment she was un-zipping him, pulling his eager erection out. He gazed down,watching her small hand pumping him, slowly up and down. With her free hand she passed him her handbag, "There's some hand cream in there somewhere, find it for me."
After some searching he found it. 'Not easy while her hand makes love to your cock,' he thought happily to himself. She released him for a moment and held outher hand, palm up. He fumbled the cap open and squeezed some cream into her hand. She wrapped her fingers around him again. She smiled at his gasp as the the chill of the cream hit his cock.
Other trams had passed them, going the other way but were all single deckers or empty on the top deck. It seemed the world had made this day for lovers. Apart from the family there'd been no one to see them.
She gripped him tightly and slowly pulled on his cock until it started to slide out through her fingers and she gripped him tighter still until it actually began to hurt. When its head was in her fingers she released him. "Isn't he beautiful?" she said, half to herself.
She took his penis again and repeated the tight gripped pull. A bead of precum oozed from the slit and slid down to meet her rising hand. This time as soon as his cock head was in her grasp she began to slide her hand down. Her tight grip was an exquisite mix of pleasure and near pain. He squirmed on the seat, wanting, needing more.
She continued this wonderful teasing. Slow and steady until, with sweet inevitability, his body took over and he knew he must come soon. She sensed it too and stilled her hand. She bent and licked across the tip of his cock, he all but cried out as her wet tongue teased across that tenderest skin. The sight of her head in his lap, her hand gripping his cock, her tongue lapping its head. He groaned in sweet torment.
Her arousal was building steadily again but she waited patiently for him to draw back from the brink. The realisation of what she was doing struck her. Nobody could see them but ... she was a widow of forty-three sucking a man's cock in public. Her hand and mouth were doing wicked and wonderful things to that cock! She was come-wet and pantyless and in dire need of fucking! She almost burst out laughing in that moment but that beautiful cock was moving between her lips. She plunged her mouth down on it hungrily. It was her cock now and she loved it!
With hand and tongue and lips she brought him helplessly back to the edge and over it. He cried out as the scalding first rush escaped along his cock and into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, raised her head and then bobbed down again meeting the next thrust, the next gush. His legs were rigid, his ass up off the seat, his back straight, head back as he emptied, shuddering and bucking. He fought for breath and kept saying "Oh yes, oh God yes!" over and over.
She'd come too, her free left hand had gone burrowing up between her thighs, under her skirt, in search of herself and her knowing fingers had brought her off amoment after his first thrust. Her vagina clenching in exquisite time with the spasming cock in her mouth.
The tram stopped and feet clattered on the stair. He managed to zip himself without injury and Veronica smoothed her skirt. She looked at him and slowly licked first her top lip and then her lower. He watched her tongue, knowing it was tasting him, knowing what she was thinking. She said, very quietly, "I've never taken anybody all the way like that. Never, ..." she paused, coughed gently, "never actually ... " She put a hand over her mouth, blushing. She wanted to tell him she'd loved it, loved feeling him gushing into her mouth, the taste of him but couldn't find the words and she looked out over the sands to the sea, desperately embarrassed.
He put a finger tip under her chin and turned her face towards him. He kissed her lips, tasting himself, tasting what she was tasting. "Would you let me do the same to you?" he asked her.
She nodded vigorously. Guessing he'd said it perhaps to reassure her but wishing he would do it, right now. She was falling for this man, this Arthur, this gentle man called Arthur.
At each stop more people got on until almost everyseat upstairs was filled. The tram passed The Tower, Blackpool's famous landmark, heading ever northward along the seafront. Their passion spent for now, they simply sat close, as lovers sit. They held hands, they talked and laughed. He kissed her, and she kissed him back. They were measuring each other. She telling anecdotes from her life, he from his. They were different enough to be fun but seemed somehow to fit together so very well.
"Not long now," she said, "I need a pee desperately."
He laughed, "Me too," and he wished she'd not reminded him of his need but pleased by this new silly little intimacy. 'What a difference a day makes,' he thought,wondering where the phrase came from.
She surprised herself by saying, "Makes me horny sometimes." She blushed then, feeling the heat in her face but she looked at him and realised for the first time that she could tell this man anything.
"I'll try to remember," he said, smiling.
The tram arrived at the terminus in Fleetwood and they got off. The back of her skirt was soaked with her juices. The breeze chilled the wetness at the tops of her legs adding to her need. She waited to cross the road fidgeting like a little girl. She was sure everybody was staring at her botoms, seeing the wet patch. 'But you people don't know why I'm wet,' she thought happily. They went into a hotel that overlooked the waterfront. She squeezed his hand and gestured at the 'Ladies' sign and said she'd be back.
She emerged from the stall feeling a lot better. She got her breasts comfy in her bra. It seemed a little tighter somehow, she smiled at the thought. She worked her skirt around back to front and stood in front of the hand drier and let the hot air dry the fabric hoping it wouldn't show a stain.
The hotel's restaurant was open to the public and they found a table by a window. The waitress brought menus.
They lingered over the meal, chatting, swapping small intimacies, learning each other. She'd kicked off a shoe and kept caressing his calf with her foot. Once she'd leaned back and slid that foot up between his thighs, wiggling her toes in his crotch.
Dessert, then coffee, then refills, just enjoying each other and waiting, unconsciously, for the fires to rekindle.
Finally it was she who asked the question for them both, "What would you like to do now?"
"Honestly?"
"Honestly," she'd said softly, praying he'd give her answer she wanted to hear.
"Take you to bed, right now," he'd smiled, answering her prayer.
"Your place or mine?"
"Oh definitely yours. I've seen your laundry remember and I've often wondered about the wearer."
So they'd left the hotel, found a taxi and they were homeward bound after the sweetest day he could remember, with the best still to come.
It was early to be leaving the seaside and there weren't many passengers. As the train started moving she got up and headed for the toilet. She locked the door and just stood and looked in the mirror and smiled at herself. She ran her hands over her breasts, she'd no doubt her nipples were still sticky from ice cream.
Veronica had never gone without panties before, how strange and bare she felt. She remembered those wonderful orgasms. Leaning against the sink, checking her face in the mirror, she realised she'd done the unthinkable, she'd left her handbag on the seat. The train rattled over a crossing and her mound pressed hard against the edge of the vanity. She thought of his hand cupped there, holding her, exploring her. She remembered his rigid cock in her hand, remembered it exploding in her mouth and suddenly she wanted him, wanted him inside her.
She opened the door and peered out. She caught his eye and asked him to bring her bag. He brought it. She held the door open, "Come inside a minute."
She turned and faced the mirror again and leaned her hands on the vainty. "Be a darling and lift my skirt up at the back and make love to me."
He moved behind her and took the hem of her skirt, raised it and tucked it into the waistband. "Oh my!" he said very softly. Her bottom was beautiful, her skin flawless. The stockings, with their dark tops, and the garters down the side of her legs made her beauty very sexy. He un-zipped his pants and eased out his hardening cock.
She lowered herself onto her elbows and stuck her bottom up and out, inviting him. His cock was erect now and he was somehow thankfully surprised at at this response. He bent his cock down and eased it between her legs. She was wet already. She reached down between her legs to guide him. With a gentle push he was inside her. He thrust slowly deeper, filling her. 'Oh the heat of her!'
In and into her tightness, in until his thigh tops pressed against the softness of her buttocks.
She had him! That beautiful cock was inside her! Filling her, expanding her. The cock of a man she was losing her heart to. She squirmed her bottom back against him, moving that beautiful, beautiful cock inside her. A scream was forming in her throat.
He looked down at the cleft of her buttocks. He could see the base of his cock when he withdrew. She suddenly brought herself upright and squirmed away off him.
She turned round and she began unbuttoning her blouse, fingers clumsy with her excitement. Then, reaching behind her she struggled with the hooks of her bra.
He stood restless and fidgeting like a boy. His cockjutted out and up, showing no sign of softening. He couldn't understand this cruel delay; he wanted her so badly.
"I want you to see me, to see all of me while you fuck me," she told him by way of explanation. Then clothing seemed to rain down as she unhooked her skirt and shrugged out of blouse and bra. Just the garterbelt and stockings remained to make her hips and legs look perfect. He had a sudden urge to drop to his knees and bury his face in her. He wanted to worship her!
She was beautiful, wide hipped and heavy breasted. Those breasts jiggled and bounced delightfully as she wriggled her bottom up onto the vanity. He was suddenly glad she had paused to show herself to him. She leaned back against the mirror and opened her knees wide. For the second time that day her pussy peeled open in welcome.
She followed his gaze. Her pussy fur looked tangledand wet, 'Had there been a moment,' she wondered, 'when she'd not been wet today.' A silly thought popped into her mind, 'maybe I should have combed it.'
He moved towards her. He had to, that pussy and his cock needed to get together and soon, they knew it and their silly owners ought to know it too!
She was at the perfect height and his cock simply slid into her. She raised her knees and hooked her ankles together behind him, below his ass. She drew him into her. He thrust in answer. His hands reached behind her o hold her ass and they were still for a short eternity with him buried deep, deep inside her.
The train's motion, as it swayed at speed, made him move gently within her. Still he made no move to start thrusting. They both seemed to have a need to capture this moment. She reached down and caught his wrists and guided his hands up to her breasts. He caressed them, they were more than handfuls, they were beautiful he thought. He felt her looking at him and raised his eyes. Almost silently she breathed the words, "Now, do it, fuck me."
The words surprised him, galvanised him. He withdrew until just the head of his cock was inside her then thrust back slowly, full stroke, into her. She sighed out a long breathed "Yesss!"
And fuck her he did. Really they fucked each other. A raw hunger that was animal in its passion. They needed each other and each was the other's means of satisfaction. Love had come and would come later but this was just beautiful, pure, driving lust. The motion of the train and his struggle towards release were beautiful rhythms for them both. Her aching, straining thighs and calves trying to pull him in further, harder. They were silent save for their breathing. Well, almost silent, she whispered and hissed demands and needs into his ear. Begging for 'harder' and 'more', telling him 'yes!' a thousand times. He fought to come and his struggle brought them to the edge and over. She breathed a sweet, long 'yesssss' she orgasmed first. A dozen heartbeats later hecame too and felt the clenching of her vagina as it milked him.
They clung together, sweat-slick and crazily happy. Hearts hammering, lungs striving for air. He croaked, "That was wonderful."
She answered in a husky whisper. "Oh but I needed that, needed you."
She put her clothes on the toilet seat and sat, elbows on knees crying quietly with happiness and fulfilment, her head shrouded in the grey and copper of her hair. He leaned against the door, his cock limp and leaking its last drops into his leg hair.
She wanted to be in bed with him now, cuddled and safe. "Take me home Arthur. Will you stay with me tonight?"
He reached out and touched her hair, "Just tonight?"
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