We would sleep together and have our bodies touch. Slowly we started using our hands on each other and became very aware of what we were doing. After ...hat we gained more confidence and explored each other further until one day, I guess we could not hold it any longer. That day there was nobody at home and we were left on our own. She came to me and directly looked at my dick. I get stood there for sometime looking to her. She was smiling to me, for a second I could not understand what was. I hear one of them saying ”What shape she has looking at her lovely boobs dress commented this bastard is lucky to have female like her. I tried to ignore them but just took a glimpse & saw that her tits were really sticking out from her dress. after passing some stations our compartment got jammed packed &I thought it will be difficult to get down at our stop. so I asked her that we can move near the door for getting down after next couple of stop, train was moving fast we were getting jerks,. “Want to get another drink and go out on the patio?” I suggested.It was late summer in upstate New York. That brought cooler night temperatures. The patio stretched across the back of the hotel and offered several small sitting spaces. Luckily, the staff had stoked the fire pits, so sitting outside was comfortable enough, at least at this hour.I chose a spot at the far end of the patio where the lighting was dim, but the fire warmed those close. Letting Deborah select her seating preference,. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will curl a girl’s toes. No rings she donned, “I’m a free woman” her song, As she crossed her long shapely legs, And looked at me impishly one table away, I safely went back to my book and read. I felt young eyes staring at me, With self proclaimed liberty, The phantom raising a glass of wine, To make a toast only it can find, So her eyes burned in me. Like an itch you can not scratch, At least not publicly, Not wishing to look but.