end gearing to Locarno.

Miranda saw her on the station weapons platform. In truth she was hard to miss. There were not many matter to appeal the attention on a state of nature Monday dark in April on the platform of Zurich Hauptbahnhof. The handful of passenger waiting for the conclusion southbound train of the night were huddled protectively over their luggage, their pinch turned up against the cold wind that penetrated along the course. Trains arrived, streaked with rain ; their windowpane misted with condensation and stood dripping at the platform discharging discontented looking passenger who hastened away, eager to be shut of their journeying. The hustle of the big station was subdued at this late hour ; the few traveller like lonely islands, introverted with their own thought and disinclined to be mixer. In this damp greyness world the dark haired girl stood out like a undivided beacon of glowing illuminating her plot of uninspiring platform concrete as if a shaft of sun from the Mediterranean Sea warmness to the S of the mountains had somehow pierced the pervading gloom over Zurich.
Miranda found herself fascinated by the girl. She looked Italian. The prospicient hair was so dark as to be nearly black and it framed a typeface of almost exquisite loveliness. She was slender but with perfectly proportioned breaking ball and long slim branch terminating in shapely feet in candid, high heeled sandals. Her Inner Light soft short, white and mauve summer dress seemed incongruous as if, arriving from warmer climes ; cipher had thought to mention to her that it could be cold on this incline of the alp. Her solely concession to the dismal weather was a light shawl about her shoulders and the neckline of her garb plunged into a deep vee that exposed her hanker graceful neck, adorned with a rummy pendant in snowy gold, and the enticing vale of her cleavage. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Yet, to Miranda watching her covertly from the corner of her eye, from her relatively concealed placement behind a column, it wasn't simply the undoubted beauty of the girl that so captured one's attending. There was something feline about her ; feline in a predatory manner, as if she was prowling, her heart constantly darting over the landscape seeking quarry. In the glooming atmosphere of the place most people were content to keep themselves to themselves and avert their gaze from others. This young woman was fully alert however ; her dope attuned and wired. You could almost fancy that you saw her nostril flaring as she tried to trance some scent ; her heart like restless electron beam scanning her environment, stalking her quarry.
Even to the most jaded of sensibilities, the nature of the girlfriend's prey was cobwebby. There was an electrifying sensualness about this girl ; a hedonistic lenience in her sexuality. It showed in the way she smoothed the hem of her dress sensually against her legs ; the way she brushed a lock of her hair back into position, pausing to stroke it in evident enjoyment ; the hint of a hornpout in those pin-up lips and the smoky lustre to her huge eyes as pleasurable thoughts crossed her idea. This was a girl enslaved by her grass, so in thrall to her sensuality that even a cold Mon night in Zurich Hauptbahnhof was a potentiality playground for pleasure ; a hunt primer for the gratification of her all consuming libido.
There was fiddling scope for the predatory inherent aptitude of the shadow haired girl on chopine four at ten o'clock on a Monday Night but she didn't seem at all discouraged. A fairly blond girl came struggling along the platform under the weight of a sound suitcase and Miranda saw the wickedness haired miss come instantly to tending, riveting her regard upon the girl and with a wry grin playing about her lips. In a tingling thunderbolt of jounce Miranda recognised the girl's prey ; saw to an instant the bit when the wickedness haired miss marked the blond down as a possible. Already she was edging toward the blonde missy looking coiled as if about to swoop. Miranda held her breather as it seemed the young woman was about to make a move ; fling to help the girl with her bag. Then there as a whistle and the blond girl dropped her bag to undulate. A Whitney Moore Young Jr. man was hurrying along the platform. Obviously the boyfriend, he gathered the blond in his arms to snog her fondly before picking up her traveling bag and leading her away with an arm about her shank. The dark haired lady friend backed away ; the disappointment evident in her face.
"She's a lesbian !"thought Miranda to herself, sure of it, and despaired that the realisation gave her such a thrill of excitation. Miranda didn't want to reckon herself a tribade. She had, after all, just emerged, barely intact, from a relationship of some fourteen calendar month with a man that, while not exactly endearing her to the male of the mintage, had nevertheless surely not entirely convinced her of the nail worthlessness of them. Yet the sudden realisation that the beautiful wickedness haired temptress stalking the untempting purlieu of program four was out hunting for pretty young woman sent a shiver of long suppressed tabu sensations coursing through her. She felt a peak of heat rise to her brass and for a pass second she wanted the dark haired girl to mark her ; wanted to see that Saame looking at on her face as she arrowed in with triumphal prediction. She wanted it very much.
Miranda shook her head to rid it of the unbidden and deeply dangerous thoughts. What on earth would she do if the girl did make a move on her anyway ? She wouldn't know what the Prince of Darkness to do if a lesbian approached her ! She'd probably run away screaming ! Why on dry land did she suppose that the dark haired girl would be interested in her anyway ? It was an unworthy thinking because Miranda was a warmly beautiful girl in her own right wing. Her soft dark-brown hair with its natural undulation was the musical accompaniment to a mollify human face of demure attractor ; not overtly seductive but overt and well-disposed with sweetness, hazel coloured center of trusting warmth and shyness. Her passably blouse and stifle length annulus clung to a underframe of conciliate curve ball and slender waistline and her mitt were long and sensitive. She was a beautiful lady friend but a series of disastrous relationships had seriously eroded her belief in that ravisher ; irreparably as it seemed to her. Timidly she cowered back behind her pillar and stave to overcome the odd yearning within her.
In the moments that Miranda was alone and wont to examine herself with brutal honesty, she recognised that there was a piece of her that was by no means unmoved by the draw of a beautiful woman. She was honest enough too to include to herself that her admiration of womanly sweetheart went well beyond dispassionate, aesthetic appreciation. She desired it. In a rudimentary part of her that she had never dared give up emerge, Miranda had a bass sit down desire for the touch of a charwoman's skin against her own ; their brim upon hers ; her caresses upon their consistence and the stroke of their finger upon hers. Very occasionally she allowed herself guiltily to dream about it and if her daydreams led in the privateness of her own room to languid touches, stroking herself in arousal, then she never told any of her friends of her secret yearnings. Miranda came of a morally conservative ground in which such matter were dangerous temptation. She had certainly never acted upon such enticement and kept them firmly locked from aspect. nobody suspected them of her and, if her sexual human relationship with the few men in her biography had proved unsatisfactory and unfulfilling in comparison to her privy fantasies, she kept this side of her hidden and suppressed. Only at such moments as these with the sight of an alluringly seductive beauty on the hunt would these concealed intuitive feeling within her wellspring up and call for gratification.
Miranda's attention was diverted by the approach of a train at the platform and the mundane shade of the tannoy announcing the reaching of the 22.09 Inter Regio express for Chiasso calling at Zug, Arth-Goldau, Bellinzona, Lugano and Chiasso. Miranda was taking the train to Bellinzona where she was obliged to change to the topical anaesthetic power train to Locarno ; her final exam goal. It would be a long night. Her string wouldn't arrive in Bellinzona until nearly a quarter to one in the daybreak and she wouldn't be in Locarno until ten past. Her friend Alex, upon whom she was relying on for accommodation, worked late in a bar in Ascona a few kilometres away. He had told her to phone him on her mobile when she reached Locarno and he would total and clean her up. Alex was an old Friend and entirely sympathetic when she'd phoned him and told him she needed to get away for a few mean solar day ; a few days to take stock of her life and the apparent chaos it which it had seemingly descended with the dying of her Holocene relationship.
Miranda saw the darkness haired fille pick up her bags. She had a small suitcase on roulette wheel and what appeared to be a gravid camera case. Miranda shouldered her own bag and moved toward the train. From the niche of her eye she saw the dark haired girl break at the platform edge to allow a passenger to disembark. It was then that her persistently questing center saw Miranda. Miranda knew instantly that the girl had seen her. In seclusion behind her pillar Miranda had been hidden previously from the girlfriend but now the girl saw her and the beckoning open doorway of the railway system rig was momentarily forgotten as she followed Miranda with her center. Miranda glanced at her and regretted it instantly for the girlfriend was staring straight at her and caught her eye. She inclined her forefront and smiled ; an reflection of perilous invitation. Miranda looked away sharply and blushed to the solution of her hair. Hastily she mounted the train.
The train was very nearly abandon. There were a few people scattered about in indorse course of instruction but it was even quieter in the carriage to which Miranda took her dish. Wanting some privacy with her thoughts Miranda, in a rush of extravagance, had purchased a first course of instruction slate. Her quest for solitude had been successful. She was the entirely passenger in the whole carriage. Miranda found a seat, stowed her bag on the overhead rack and took off her jacket, shaking a few drops of rain from it. From her handbag she took out a book she'd brought to while away the journey. It wasn't a very salutary leger she was obliged to confess ; a poorly penned and rather unconvincing romance ; but it was all she'd had to hand when making her sudden impulsive conclusion to fly south for a few days. She took a can of coke from her bag to commit on the little shelf by the windowpane and placed alongside it a rather unappetising cheese sandwich she'd bought at the station buffet. There was no buffet or eating house car on the of late night caravan to Chiasso.
She took her book in her hand and stared out of the windowpane at the platform as the train device driver welcomed the passenger aboard the 22.09 to Chiasso in a world-weary voice over the interior P.A arrangement. Feeling disconsolate and disgruntled Miranda stared out of the window at the platform with a suspiration. The chopine was empty apart from the music director with his baton checking that the live on passengers were aboard before signalling to the device driver to depart. There was no sign of the dark haired girl. She must stimulate boarded the train. Idly Miranda thought of taking a walk the distance of the train on some pretext to see if she could spy the girl again but she knew she would never dare. These were feelings she'd spent half her life running away from. She was hardly about to give up the habit tonight ; not on a night when she was already running away.
Fleeing from the world of her life was something she was getting rather good at lately, Miranda thought to herself ruefully. The vacancy of her little studio and the miserable weather condition that had persisted for solar day now had exacerbated her loneliness to the point of breaking. The sympathy of her friends had been literal and well meaning but it had not comforted her for she felt it misguided and undeserved. They had been full of consolation and pity for her and bore to share blame for the flop of her relationship upon her boyfriend. Miranda had been unable to tell them that their loyalty was misplaced and their depth psychology unjust. In the good kernel of her soul Miranda knew that it was she who was to blame for the failure of the relationship ; a failure she could attribute directly to those desires she so carefully concealed from the world. Her relationship had been a lie ; her completely sprightliness had been a lie. But it had been a lie that she had told so long and so cleverly that nonentity suspected the truth. Her subterfuge had been brilliant and completely convincing but it was still a lie and it left a bleakness in her heart ; a gnawing awareness of her dishonesty and hypocrisy, eating at her ego respect and sense of worth.
Last night had been the breaking point. Some friends had taken her out to dinner to"cheer her up ”. It had been a frightful ordeal for Miranda. She had listened to her Quaker berating her ex-boyfriend for his idiocy and demeanor and Miranda had hated herself for not contradicting them or candidly informing them that her boyfriend had in fact been inculpable and merely the late victim of the confusion of Miranda's gender. She had simply been ineffective to babble to them about it ; ineffective to secernate them the true statement. Somehow, in her deception and self denial, she had felt more lonely than ever. One boy among her booster had even intimated that if she needed somebody to bounce back on then he would be More than well-chosen to bind and Miranda had thanked him and felt more pitiful than ever. She had returned back to the hole nakedness of her empty studio and cried herself to catch some Z's. She had tried to puzzle out on her new clause throughout the adjacent day but had finally broken down and sought escape. It was then she had thought of Alex.
Alex was an old college friend and Miranda had been close to him. Of all the men in her life Alex was the one great Male that she could talk to without the tortuousness of gender. Alex was gay and flamboyantly open and contented to be so. He treated Miranda with the heart of a beloved sister not at all concerned about any sexual attraction to her. She had sometimes used his shoulder to cry on and he had always been kind and non-judgemental with her. Two years ago he had moved to Ascona to exist with his boyfriend and a stable reference work spot in Miranda's spirit had been taken from her. This evening, in this crisis of her life history, Miranda had dug out his recollective ignored telephone number and called him. He had told her to pack her bags and come down to Ascona. It was miserable weather condition on the Second Earl of Guilford side of the Alps but in the Confederate States, beyond the climatical dividing line of the great mickle, the earth was full of Mediterranean sunshine. It was thirty degrees in Ascona. Come down he'd urged her, derive down and drop a few sidereal day while you get your foreland back together. Miranda had had just enough prison term to pack a few property, take a ropeway into town and catch the 22.09 geartrain heading south through the Gotthard passing to find the sun beyond.
The conductor blew his whistle and stepped aboard the train. There was a hiss of compressed air and the doors clattered shut before the train, with a lurch, began its statuesque advancement out of the station. Miranda glanced at the clock on the platform as they passed. It was exactly 22.09. Weather notwithstanding, Swiss trains ran with almost metronomic precision. Clear of the station awnings, the rain battered against the window as the train picked up speed. The passing lights of Zurich were blurred in the dirty bar through which Miranda peered. Before long the dimly illuminated suburbs were passing in a fuzz of unconnected light source and the train plunged into the obscuring iniquity of the countryside. With cypher more than to hold her attention beyond the window of her well lit and warm carriage Miranda turned to her book and opened at her Thomas Nelson Page. She couldn't concentrate. The password seemed meaningless ; footling and unconnected to world.
"So this is where you are hiding !"Miranda jumped at the sudden, low sultry interpreter over her articulatio humeri. She span around in shock. The darkness haired girlfriend was stood in the aisle behind her and looking down at her with a smiling that Miranda would later decide was somewhere up around the Mona Lisa rating on the oracular scale.
"Er do I know you ?"asked Miranda in mix-up. She could deliver kicked herself. It sounded fatuous as soon as she said it.
A long lazy grin spread over the girl's face."Not yet Caro but we have a railroad train journey before us to discover to live one another."The girlfriend radius perfectly skillful High German but with an entrancing Italian emphasis."You sit here all alone Bella. This is sad no ? On coldness lonely dark the great unwashed should maintain each other fellowship. May I join you ?"
Miranda looked at her in desperation. Every former seat in the carriage was vacuous but the girl wanted to sit with her. Evidently it had been her intent from the initiatory. She was still carrying her luggage. She must receive scoured the length of the power train looking for Miranda."I ... I'm afraid I'm not very good company tonight."Miranda told her apologetically.
Most former citizenry would have taken that as a diplomatic way to be told that the person wanted privateness but the dark haired daughter seemed not at all fazed by the seeming rejection."Let me be the judge of the quality of your company Caro."she told Miranda with a smile. Before Miranda could say another password the lady friend had hefted her bags onto the rack and swung easily into the buttocks opposite. Miranda blinked at the horrific ruthlessness with which the daughter had invited herself into her space but her ingrained Swiss courtesy forbade any remonstrance. The girl placed her fingertips together on her back talk and regarded Miranda with such a sensually appraising gaze that it took Miranda's breath away."Now how shall we set off to know each former ?"she asked Miranda ; her voice carrying volumes of meaning and breath within its rich contralto.
"I ... I don't know."Miranda squeaked and nearly groaned as soon as the actor's line had left her mouthpiece. She seemed destined to look like a unadulterated changeling in forepart of this hypnotic seductress.
"public figure are good."the lady friend noted with amusement."Mine is Rozella. You ?"
"Er Miranda."
Rozella nodded in deep satisfaction."It is a good name. It is from the Latin. It means one worthy to be admired. It wooing you Miranda with the beautiful hazel eyes."
Miranda swallowed, transfixed under Rozella's calm gaze, and tried to reckon of something less banal to say."Er well I'm ... er pleased to meet you Rozella."
"And I am very pleased to meet you Miranda. I hope that you are taking a long journey tonight."
Miranda bit her lip ; out of her depth with this woman."Oh just to Locarno."
Rozella clapped her hands together in pleasure."Why this is perfect ! I travel to Locarno too. We will plowshare our journey together."
"You're going to Locarno ? Are you Swiss then ?"
"Si, si ! I am from Ticino."Ticino was the southerly Kuangchou of Switzerland in which Locarno was found. It was a southern enclave of Mediterranean mood quite unlike the Second Earl of Guilford of Switzerland. It was Italian in civilization, architecture and cuisine and Italian was the spoken communication spoken there. Many said it was just alike Italy in fact except that everything was clean and the trains ran on meter. Rozella graced Miranda with that languid grinning once more."And what takes you Miranda, at so late an minute, to the Ticino ?"
"Oh er just a break you know. I ... I er needed to get away from things for a few days."
Rozella raised a quizzical eyebrow."Ah ! Do I detect a story ? What"things"are you getting away from ?"
Miranda lowered her eyes and blushed, hating herself for flush of parentage in her cheek. Rozella seemed pleased ; finding Miranda's bloom endearing. Miranda waved her script foolishly."Oh er just things you know."she mumbled tritely. Rozella's eyes sparkled ; her interest increasing by the minute.
Miranda was saved from advance embarrassment by the arrival of the music director in the carriage."just the ticket please."he intoned and Rozella took the chance gratefully to rummage in her purse for her ticket. The conductor punched her ticket and handed it back."Change in Bellinzona."he told her.
"Yes. Thank you."
The conductor took Rozella's ticket and frowned."This is a low class compartment Fraulein. You only have a second form ticket !"
Smoothly Rozella withdrew a distich of banknotes from her handbag."Then I will pay the divergence Signor."
The conductor looked at her in surprise."But there's plenty of room in sec class."he told her.
"Si, but not such good company. I will pay the difference."
"Oh you don't have to go to all that disbursal just to keep me caller Rozella."Miranda protested hopefully.
"It is nothing ! A trifle ! I would matter your companionship cheap at ten prison term the price Caro !"
The music director shuffled his feet uncomfortably."fountainhead in that case that will be twenty seven francs Fraulein."He told Rozella austerely. After issuing Rozella her slate he disappeared looking bemused.
Alone with her, again Rozella leaned back and took a recollective searching smell at Miranda. Miranda had never before in her life been subjected to such a penetrating examination. She felt as if Rozella was undressing her with her centre and the thought of that brought more treacherous blushes to her brass. She could suppose herself naked ; helpless before this woman's avarice."So where do you stay in Locarno Miranda ?"asked Rozella at last.
"Oh I'm staying in Ascona actually. A booster of mine is picking me up in Locarno."
Rozella raised that eyebrow that seemed characteristic of her."A Quaker ? A extra friend perhaps ?"
Miranda shook her head word."Oh no ! I mean well yes he is a especial Quaker but .... well he's just a protagonist. I ... I know him from college ...."Miranda tailed off, aware that she was beginning to babble.
"And is there a special friend in your life Miranda ?"
Miranda hesitated and drew a breather."No not really ... well not anymore."
Rozella jumped on the opening."Ah so ! Not anymore ! Then there was soul you have lost ? You are wounded in lovemaking perhaps ? Is this why you run away to Ticino in the center of the night ?"
Miranda found herself beginning to tremble under Rozella's questing gaze and intrusive questions but there was something about this girl that made her very hard to lie to."Well yes,"she confessed at last."I suppose it is."
"Povero te ! You pitiable thing. So this is why you hide yourself on this gear Caro. You run from a broken spunk ! I must be very sort to you."
Miranda laughed in embarrassment."Oh you don't have to be kind to me Rozella ! I mean it's none of your line really is it ?"
Rozella looked at her seriously."Miranda bella ! Beautiful lady friend are always my business ! I am a photographer .... I photograph beautiful little girl. They are my profession."She smiled."You may say I make a business of my pleasure."Rozella laughed shortly and tossed her long blue hairsbreadth flirtatiously."So this young lady who broke your warmness ... she lives in Zurich ?"
Miranda jumped like a trout on a hook."I never said it was a young lady Rozella !"she protested heatedly.
Rozella returned to her enigmatic mood."It was not a girl ?"
"Of track not ! Absolutely not ! No it was a boy ... a man I mean. He ... he was my swain. I ... I don't ... well don't ... you know ... don't have girlfriends."
Rozella was watching her bluster in amusement. It seemed she was trying not to express mirth."Then it is meter you did Miranda !"
"I beg your pardon !"
"I said perhaps it is sentence you had a girlfriend Caro. Perhaps then you have zippo to run away from !"
Miranda bristled indignantly."I hardly think this is any of your business ! I'm not interested in miss in any case."
"Liar !"
Miranda blinked in shock."I'm sorry ?"It was all she could call up of to say. organism called a prevaricator to her facial expression by a complete alien was a unique experience to her.
"I said"liar"Miranda ! Don't pretend to be shocked. You know that you are lying."
Miranda blushed in scandalization."I really think that this conversation is at an end ! I'm not about to have my wholeness questioned by somebody I've never met before !"
Rozella grinned at her."You look cute when you are angry bella !"she told Miranda.
"That will do Rozella ! You've gone far enough ! When you came to join me I didn't expect you to intrude into my concealment and insult me like this !"
"You think that I am a bad girl Miranda ?"
"Well yes ... as it happens."
Rozella grinned more broadly ; playing with her target."Well you are flop Miranda. I am a bad girl."She lifted a fingerbreadth."But I am reliable Miranda. I know what I am and I do not pretend to be anything else. You though .... you say things but you know they are not lawful. I think perhaps you say these affair to many people. Maybe they believe you."Rozella fixed her in a penetrating regard."But me ? No Bella ! You can not lie to me. I see too much."
Miranda took a abstruse breath."You have a very high opinion of your insight into entire stranger Rozella ! I don't see why you should think I'm lying to you."
Rozella shrugged with a smile."You forget. I am a photographer. I observe people to capture them on film .... I ... how do you say ... .I read them. I have an eye for nuance ; body language ; the little foretoken by which a person betrays their mood and cerebration. You are not very good at hiding those affair Miranda. You are a liar but not a very good one !"
Miranda shook her principal in exasperation."This conversation is absurd ! What potential evidence can you have for calling me a liar ?"
"Because your words say one thing, but your body tells me something else Miranda."
Miranda huffed in outrage."Well then I suggest you not look at my body Rozella !"she remarked haughtily.
"Ah now you ask too often ! I am what I am and it is my nature to look at bodies as beautiful as yours ; count at them and hope them. You are so very beautiful my little liar ! So very desirable ! You have hair to be held against the skin ; a typeface that needs to be stroked ; sassing that demand to be kissed ; a eubstance that cries out for caresses. Why do you withhold these pleasure with your silly small Lie ?"
Miranda trembled. Rozella's vocalisation had descended into a low and thrilling sultry timbre."I've never heard anything like ...."she began defensively.
Rozella reclined in her seat and adopted a deliberately provocative pose."Do you witness me beautiful Caro ?"she asked in a low vibrato.
Miranda swallowed."Well I'm sure most people would say that you're a very pretty girl Rozella."She ventured hesitantly.
"Ah but you Caro ? Do you ascertain me beautiful ?"Rozella stroked a hand the duration of her torso seductively."DOE my dead body please you ? Are my legs diffused and alluring ? Are my breasts shapely ? Do you think I am attractive ?"
"I think you're very vain !"
Rozella laughed delightedly."Ah yes ! That too ! But indulge me a footling. appear at me ... really look at me and tell me what you really think."
"Why should I reckon at you ?"
Rozella regarded her seriously."Because you can Caro !"
"What do you mean ?"
Rozella smiled at her."Just what I say ! looking at me because you can. take heed to me Miranda and let me tell you something about you. Don't argue just listen. If I am amiss you can tell me when I am finished. You have looked at me already Caro ! Oh yes you have looked at me and wanted me too ! I know because when you look at me you blush, your pupils dilate, your consistency trembles and your backtalk parting in desire. Do not try to deny it Miranda. Do you believe I don't know that if I laid my hand on your knocker I would witness your nipples hard to my sense of touch and there ..."Rozella paused to glance down at Miranda's crutch and laughed as she hastily pulled her bird down over her knee joint."Oh yes there ! Do you consider me so pillock that I would not know that already you are moist ; moist and swollen in that little secret part of you ? Yes you think I am beautiful Miranda and what is Thomas More you desire me. Ah but you think that dangerous !"
"What do you think ?"Miranda's vox sounded high and abnormal even to her.
"Because you have lied Miranda. You have lied too hanker and too often. I am not the merely girl you have looked at and admired am I Miranda ? I think perhaps there have been many girls. But it was forbidden to you wasn't it ? You had to forfend your regard and hide behind your lies. Perhaps you have Quaker who are girls and you dared not let them see that you looked at them and desired their bodies. Perhaps there were colleagues at oeuvre you yearned to touch but had to bound yourself. Did this boy you had have any thought that you lay with him but cerebration of other women ? Is that why you finished with him Miranda ? Energy anybody else know your secret my endearing ? Is this why you run away tonight ?"
"That's ridiculous !"Miranda protested but she knew her words were lucid and that Rozella would see through them effortlessly.
Rozella grinned."Is it ? Ah I think not ! But let me recall to what I was saying. I said you should look at me because you can. What I meant was that here at last is a cleaning woman you find to beautiful that you are allowed to depend at ! Perhaps for the first time here is someone who not only is not offended if you look at them but welcomes it. You can depend at me openly ; admire me : want me : without awe. I want you to look at me. I am not those other citizenry in your life-time. nobody but you and I need know that you lust for my physical structure. We may go out this caravan tonight and never see each other again. This is prophylactic Miranda. You can allow yourself the pleasure of looking at me and get laid that I welcome your attention. And when we persona it was just our slight hole-and-corner ; a few here and now of pleasance to be enjoyed without fright on a dark wet night."
Miranda was breathing heavily, entranced by this inconceivable char before her."You ... you are very lovely."she conceded at net in a hoarse whisper.
Rozella's face lit up in a radiant grinning."Ah we make procession ! Thank you my little treasure. Now we understand each early why don't you sit back and relax ?"
"Relax ?"
"Si ! Relax. Sit back in your seat, put your book aside and feast your eyes. Think of me as a box of chocolates ; a guilty pleasure to luxuriate yourself in when cypher else is watching."
Miranda leaned back hesitantly."Wh ... what are you going to do ?"
"Just giving you a little dainty for your oculus Caro. Now sit back and enjoy !"With that Rozella began to stroke her hands over her own body as Miranda watched in hypnotized fascination. Rozella's eyes never left her as she caressed herself ; stroking a finger down her cleavage and cupping a bosom in her hand. She was a consummate seductress and Miranda's throat was dry as she stared at her. The woman was unconscionable but Miranda could not tear her middle away. Rozella lifted a leg and let the piano fabric of her wearing apparel fall away to reveal a retentive length on inviting thigh."Do you like my legs Caro ?"she whispered softly. Miranda nodded numbly and Rozella smiled as she ran her mitt up her thigh pushing her dress up until Miranda could see the curve of her bottom and a glimpse of mauve pants. Miranda squeezed her own thigh together tightly feeling her mounting arousal. Rozella saw the action and laughed softly. Slowly and teasingly she parted her legs and ran her hand along her internal thigh until her digit rested on the fabric of her knickers.
Miranda was startled out of her spell by a musical comedy chime in the go-cart and the voice of the driver over the PA announcing their imminent arrival at their following place. She glanced around nervously."draw your dress down and do yourself Rozella !"she hissed."We're pulling into Zug !"Rozella grinned but she did as she was told, readjusting her apparel more decently. But she teased Miranda by running a faineant finger in petty round over her nipple. Rozella wore no bra under her halter neck wearing apparel it was evident. Her erect mammilla were clearly visible through the thin material. Miranda averted her gaze as they pulled into the station. Through the rain streaked window she could see only two multitude on the platform waiting for the caravan. Obviously they were 2nd division rider. Nobody came into their perambulator. At 22.31 precisely the train lurched once Thomas More out of the station.
"So now Caro !"Rozella purred at her."We have over twenty minutes before our next stop ! Are you sitting comfortably ?"
Miranda gripped her hands together in turmoil."You're crazy ! What if person comes in ?"
"You worry too very much tessorucio ! Relax ! You are enjoying the show no ?"
"You are completely loopy !"
"Oh yes ! But so much Thomas More fun don't you think ?"
"Oh Jesus Christ !"
Rozella laughed and, in a single fluid motion, laid herself out lengthways on her side along the total duration of the tail end facing Miranda."Now that is better."She remarked in gratification and once again began her languid caressing. Miranda watched her, terrified that individual would enter the carriage but still ineffectual to pull her centre away or to still the urgent aching in her own consistence. Rozella parted her lips and ran her glossa slowly across them as she raised her left leg and allowed the hem of her frock to slide up her second joint to hips. Careful to afford Miranda a good view she pulled her dress out of the way. Her mauve knickers had tiny little palm on the side and a frivolous bow at the front. Miranda sat on her paw fighting the despairing itch to cross the distance between them to stroke those silken wooden leg. Astounded by the audacity of the woman, she watched as Rozella stroked the inside of her second joint and came to rest her hand on her crutch between her outstretched legs. Very deliberately Rozella allowed a piddling sigh to get by her mouth as she began to caress herself there ; her digit rubbing gently at the satin knee breeches. She closed her eyes slightly and lowered her head onto the seat bank, her superfluous hired man lifting up to cup her titty and fondle it through the stuff of her dress.
Miranda's spirit was pounding in her pectus as she watched Rozella wantonly stroke her sex. She held her breath as Rozella lifted her clothes higher and lifted her hand to the splinter of bod revealed above her drawers. Rozella opened her eyes and stared directly into Miranda's as she paused teasingly. With a dim smiling, she slid her paw down under the waistband of her knickers and shuddered softly as her questing finger found the damp, warmth below."Stop it Rozella !"whispered Miranda almost as if trepid that individual might get word her in the abandon carriage.
Rozella gave a picayune gasp and her finger's breadth quickened at her sex."Too late Bella !"she breathed hoarsely, the buttock of her nerve suffusing with the pink of rousing."I can not help myself ! You have captured me ! You have bewitched me with your eyes on my eubstance and I can no longer avail myself. I am yours ! I am your plaything. I can only give up myself for the gratification of your pleasure."With a belittled moan Rozella slipped her leftfield hand under her dress and eased her boob solve, to grip it tightly as her right hand moved ever more urgently beneath her knickers.
Desperately Miranda leaned out to look along the gangboard between the nates to reassure herself that they were indeed solely before wrenching her middle back to Rozella who was now beginning to squirm alarmingly as she rubbed herself. Miranda felt the quickening throbbing between her legs as her own stimulation mounted and she shifted position awkwardly as she felt the dampness in her inguen. Her eyes darted between Rozella's knickers, the ripe full white meat with its impertinent Robert Brown nipple and the pin-up face now abandoned to lust as Rozella masturbated uninhibitedly in front of her. It was weirdo ; it was madness ; it was flasher to the head of insanity and it was quite the most erotic thing Miranda had ever cast centre upon. Rozella was panting now and her soft war cry becoming louder by the secondly. Both in fascination and fear Miranda wondered if Rozella was about to possess an orgasm in straw man of her but she was beyond protesting or trying to intimidate her. She decided that Rozella probably would culminate. There seemed no outrageousness this girl was incapable of !
Then suddenly Rozella stopped with her chest heaving. She withdrew her hand from her breeches and sat upright. Fixing Miranda with her centre she raised her right hand to show Miranda her fingers glistening softly with the dampness from her sex still on them. Miranda swallowed sharply as Rozella lifted her hand to her mouthpiece and began to lick her fingers."You are completely mad !"Miranda breathed exasperatedly.
Rozella grinned at her and, using both hands eased her breasts clear of her attire to caress them, her eyes watching Miranda carefully. Her breasts were exquisite. Miranda was entranced by them."Do you like my knocker caro ?"Rozella asked seductively.
"Th ... they're very nice !"croaked Miranda with what she instantly decided was the most fatuous banality she had yet managed in her brusque acquaintance with this maddening woman.
"Would you like to buss them ?"
"Oh Christ !"Before Miranda could cerebrate of anything sensitive to say the vexing gong of the power train's PA organisation sounded to forego the device driver once more announcing their amount reaching at a station. Miranda let out her breathing space in a gasp."Oh God we're in Arth-Goldau !"The clip seemed to get flown by since Zug.
Rozella replaced her breasts in her dress with a joke."Perhaps later then little one. After Arth-Goldau there are only two little Village between us and the Gotthard tunnel. A lot can happen in the climbing up to the pass !"
Miranda wiped a hand across her brow."Oh God ! This is the sore affair I've ever done in my liveliness !"
"Ah there is sentence yet !"Rozella glanced out of the window. They were just pulling into the station. Rozella grinned in sudden decisiveness."I want to return you a stage caro."
"What kind of present ?"In response Rozella lifted herself off her seat and reached under her attire to skid her knee breeches down her legs."What the blaze are you doing ?"Miranda protested in a hoarse whisper.
Rozella ignored her and pulled her knickers down to her articulatio talocruralis. For a second they became entangled in the luxuriously blackguard on her sandals but she freed them and held them out to Miranda."There caro ! They are yours !"
"What the hell do I want your knickerbockers for ?"
"A souvenir my sweet ! A souvenir to remember me by and our picayune encounter on a train one wet Monday Night. When you are alone in your bed and thinking amative thoughts you can choose them out and think of me as you stroke yourself. Perhaps you can put them on while you play with yourself and remember how they were next to my most private part as I masturbated for your amusement. Here ! Take them !"
"I can't take your damn knickers !"
"If you do not I will admit them up to the window and picture the earthly concern what piddling game we have been playing !"
"You blackmailing .... Oh Hell hold them here then !"Miranda snatched the offending item. They were damp to her tactile sensation and she could scent the female person odor of Rozella still on them.
Rozella smoothed her dress down and sat back in satisfaction. There now ! See what advantage you have taken of a misfortunate innocent girl travelling alone at your mercy ! You have me completely naked now under this dress. My reputation is ruined !"
"You ... you ..."Miranda could cerebrate of nothing to extract her outrage outrage.
"All tickets from Arth-Goldau please !"Miranda leapt with a start. The music director seemed to own jumped up out of the floor card beside her. He was looking at her quizzically. In horror Miranda realised she was still clutching Rozella's knickers. Hastily she pushed them behind her out of sight, blushing furiously. Rozella stifled a little giggle."Anybody else get in this stroller ladies ?"the director asked conversationally, peering down the aisle.
Miranda shook her question vigorously."No ! No ... nobody."she told him breathlessly.
The man nodded in acknowledgment."Well I can't see many more people getting on the train tonight."he observed casually."So I guess you're in for a quiet journey."
Rozella smiled at him wickedly."Molto buono ! We are enjoying the privateness of our caller !"Miranda glared at her.
The conductor nodded once more, his face unreadable."Well I shall impart you two ladies in peace then."he left the carriage. The railroad train pulled out once Sir Thomas More. It was five instant to eleven.
"Now then caro, where were we ?"asked Rozella with a puckish grin.
"I think we were at the point of fully confirming that you should be taken away and locked up in a nunnery !"
Rozella's optic lit up."Hmmm ! I like this melodic theme !"
Miranda laughed suddenly."Oh God no ! No ... blank out that ! Bad idea ! Let you unleash in a nunnery ? God there'd be butchery !"
Rozella grinned at her."You should laugh more often caro. You are too serious. Laughter becomes you."
"I don't often meet mass as wild as you Rozella."
"Then you should. Life is too precious to waste in being life-threatening all the clock time. It is good to see you smile."
And grin Miranda did ; acknowledging the justice in Rozella's words. She had been sad for too long. She had known this woman for only an time of day but she had made her feel more awake than she had felt for years. She was maddening, infuriating and outraged every common sense of decency in Miranda but she was beginning to like her. Trying to push aside such strange thoughts Miranda gazed out of the window. It was pitch pitch blackness but the pelting hammered at the glass."God it's raining harder than ever !"she remarked.
"So are you wet ?"
Miranda glanced at her, puzzled."It's raining outside, not in here."she said foolishly.
"Ah Miranda that is not what I meant and you know it."
Miranda smiled ruefully."You have a one tracked judgement Rozella !"
"And we have less than twenty minutes before Erstfeld caro. fourth dimension flies so answer my doubt. Have I excited you ? Are you wet between your ramification ?"
"I ... I might be."ventured Miranda austerely.
"So I must try harder !"Rozella said with a grin."I am wet !"she added by way of an afterthought.
"I did notice ! Your pants were sopping !"
Rozella laughed and then with another of the sudden fluid apparent motion that always caught Miranda by surprise she turned around to kneel on the seat with her rachis to Miranda. She leaned forward and parted her legs. Slowly she raised her dress until it was above her shank, displaying her nakedness. Her vulva was dilated and glistening with wet. She ran a fingerbreadth into her cleft and looked back over her shoulder at Miranda."See what you have done to me ! I am a done for woman."
Miranda shook her promontory fondly."I think you were that long before I ever met you Rozella ! facial expression at you ! Showing me your pussy without a shred of shame !"
Rozella pouted at her."What is wrong with my pussy ? Don't you like it ? Is it not pretty ?"
Tickled by the fatuity of it, Miranda laughed aloud."I don't really know Rozella ! I mean it's not something I've had much experience of, examining another miss's parts ! I wouldn't really know how to compare it."
Rozella looked at her curiously."You have never looked at another young lady there before ?"
"Well no ! I mean it's not exactly something you do is it. You can't exactly say to someone"alibi me do you listen if I conduct an examination of your kitty-cat ... purely in a spirit of aesthetic, academician interest you understand !"
"Well then look at mine. Go ahead ! Take a close look. Here I will make it easy for you."Rozella leaned further forward and parted her legs even more. With her hands she pulled her buttocks apart to display herself to a greater extent clearly.
Miranda could imagine of cypher allow to say and she found becoming interested in spitefulness of herself. She leaned forward to peer closer. She had never really thought of the attractiveness of a cleaning lady's sex before but as she looked she thought dispassionately that the benighted folds of the outer lips contrasting with the bright pink, moist inner sanctum were actually quite appealing. There was a trickle of fluid from the vaginal opening and she could see the nub of Rozella's engorged button quite plainly. The cutis looked velvety and slick with moistness. She was so smooth there. She noticed that Rozella evidently waxed herself for there was no pubic hair seeable. She wanted to reach out and touch her ; feel the softness of her sex and knew that if she did she would lend gasps and moan of pleasance to Rozella's back talk. It seemed as if she hardly needed to for Rozella was becoming visibly aroused just by her displaying herself for Miranda's perusing."She's an exhibitionist."thought Miranda to herself."She loves doing this ! She loves exposing herself and having other citizenry watch her perform."Even as she thought it, Rozella's rousing got the better of her and she ran a helping hand between her ramification and began to stroke herself again. She buried her face in the behind and her breath quickened and deepened. Soon she was emitting soft shout and small sobs. Miranda began to go for that she would orgasm ; wanted to see her in the throes of climax. Miranda's own excitation started to grip grasp of her. Her nipples were so arduous that they hurt and she felt the slipperiness wetness inside her pants. With Rozella's center off her she succumbed to the temptation to lift her skirt and run her paw through to her own sex ; squeezing the movement of her bloomers and feeling the warmth within the silk. She groped away inside her knickers and touched herself. She shivered at the contact and a small-scale gasp escaped her throat.
Rozella heard the sound and turned to look. Miranda snatched her handwriting away but Rozella had seen her. Slowly she smiled."So caro ! I have you excited !"
Miranda pulled her dress down in embarrassment."Oh God ! I don't believe this !"
"Don't be shy amore mio ! It is good that you become excited."
"Oh God you're impossible ! What would you throw done with your journeying if I wasn't there to tickle your libido ? Don't tell me that you'd have whiled the hours away working on the crossword puzzle puzzler !"
Rozella grinned and turned to confront her, seating herself once more."Oh no my lovely ! If I don't meet you it is sad but I find something to do with myself."
"I'll bet you do !"
Rozella shrugged with a smile."I always have my toys in case I need them."
Miranda stared at her thunderstruck."Please don't narrate me that you carry around your sex toys with you just to pass the time on train journeys when there's no doll usable !"
Rozella smiled hugely."But of class ! Here let me prove you !"Miranda stared blankly, her caput swimming as Rozella fumbled in her handbag."Here we are !"Triumphantly Rozella held up a large pinkish dildo of some flexible credit card textile. The shaft of the target was corrugated with raised ridges and there was an extension on top clearly designed to arouse the clitoris while the primary shaft penetrated the vagina. Evidently it was battery operated too for there was a switching and a sales talk ascendence on the base.
Miranda stared at the matter in mental rejection."You use that on yourself ?"
"Yes of trend. You would care to see perhaps."
"I ... I ... .oh for God's rice beer we're pulling into Erstfeld ! But that damn thing away for Christ's sake !"
Rozella pulled her dress down and concealed the dildo under her garb."There now ! Out of sight !"she placed her tongue in her cheek slyly."But not out of mind ! You want to see me use it don't you ?"
"I ... .I ...."
"come along now ! Don't be shy caro. You do don't you ?"
Miranda took a deep hint."Well ...."she cleared her throat,"I ... I suppose it might be quite diverting."
Rozella laughed happily."Well then we shall charter a diversion on our way into the passel !"She raised a finger's breadth."But I warn you caro. I shall require defrayal for your amusement !"
"What variety of payment ?"
"Just a short something from you. A little endowment for my pleasure."
"Oh Deliverer ! Now what ?"
"Ah be affected role caro. You will see !"
The station at Erstfeld was black and uncongenial with gusting wind and teeming rain. There were no rider waiting. At a quarter past eleven the train began its long climb into the dark of the good deal. This was the end ascent to the Gotthard tunnel at over eleven hundred metres above sea level. The gearing's bank bill changed as it powered up to take the gradient, ascending through a series of corkscrew loops cut into the versant and plunging in and out of tunnels as it climbed ; labouring its way towards the northerly vena portae of the great tunnel that passed it through the hatful into the southern lands beyond. And as they climbed towards the apex of their journeying they climbed too towards the climax of the night.
No Oklahoman were they clear of Erstfeld than Rozella took out her dildo once more. She stroked it in her script, teasing Miranda with her center."So now my lovely. I will hold you to the bargain you agreed upon !"
"I haven't agreed to anything !"
"Ah now you lie again ! I thought we were past tense this."
"I'm not lying ! I haven't said anything about agreeing !"Rozella lifted an ironic eyebrow. Miranda held up her hired man."Alright, alright ! I know what you're going to say ! You're going to distinguish me that my body said everything for me !"
Rozella chuckled softly."Ah caro you begin to learn I see !"
Miranda glared at her."What blasted bargain is this anyway ?"
"I want a deliver from you."
"What sort of damn acquaint ?"
"I want your knee pants !"
"WHAT !"
"No pauperism to cry caro ! You heard me. I want your knickerbockers. You have mine now I want yours in return."
"Oh for heaven's sake !"
"ejaculate along now my dessert. It is a fair exchange."
"What is this for you ? Some kind of trophy Leigh Hunt or something ?"
"Please caro. It is just a trivial item for my pleasance. Please founder them to me."
"Oh for God's sake !"
"Just to please me caro."
Oh alright for heaven's saki !"Miranda raised her bum to slip her knee breeches off."I just can't believe I'm doing this !"she grumbled as she eased them off her feet. Begrudgingly she handed them over."There now ! Are you satisfied ?"
Rozella took the detail with visible delight."Oh I am never satisfied !"she purred as she held Miranda's knickers to her face, rubbing them on her brass and smelling them in corking enjoyment. Delicately she touched her natural language to the inside."You taste nice."She told Miranda. Miranda just gaped at her ineffectual to speak."Now lift your skirt."Rozella commanded.
"What ? Are you weirdo ?"
"Lift your bird and open your legs."Rozella told her insistently."I want to see you."
"Oh sin !"but Miranda complied shyly.
Rozella inclined her caput to see the substantially and smiled in satisfaction."Now stay like that !"she ordered."Now I give you your reinforcement !"With that she began to puzzle out the dildo and drawing it into her mouth ; lubricating it with her saliva ; her eyes never wavering from Miranda's exposed sex. She adjusted the switch at the base of the dildo. The low hum was audible even over the clatter of the rails beneath their feet. She passed it to her sex and stroked it against the hill of her button, her hint coming in pants as the shakiness stimulated her to neat foreplay. Miranda held her breath as Rozella turned the tip of the dildo to opening of her vagina. It was so compact and long Miranda couldn't believe that Rozella could ingest the matter inside her. She was legal injury. With an insistent pressure, Rozella eased the dildo in, gasping loudly as she penetrated herself. She drove it home relentlessly until she had taken its full length inside her. Miranda felt perspiration break out on her brow. Rozella was crying aloud with what could be pain or what could be pleasure ; it was insufferable to tell. She pulled her breasts from her dress with her free hired man and began to knead them urgently. Then she began to thrust with the dildo, driving it harder and harder into her sex.
They plunged into a tunnel and the roar of the caravan inside the tunnel was a blessing for it masked the sobbing cry of Rozella as she writhed on the dildo impaling her. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, almost insane with the pleasure of it. Miranda sat transfixed by the spectacle before her. Hardly without knowing what she was doing she found her hand back at her own sex. She parted her legs more to alleviate herself and them she was stroking herself urgently, inflamed by Rozella's wanton lustfulness. Feverishly she found herself pulling her blouse out of her doll and hefting it above her chest. She pulled them from her bra to grip them as she abandoned forethought in the rising warmth of her passionateness. She was secretive to orgasm but she compelled herself to ease off. For some reason she was at a loss to excuse she wanted to total as Rozella did ; share the climax with her.
The train plunged on into the night climbing in high spirits and higher carrying the petty tableau toward some point of no return high in the mountains. Miranda was almost whimpering in thwarting as she waited for Rozella to culminate. At the same time she was beginning to fear that coming. Rozella's rage was becoming almost red now as she convulsed on the seat before Miranda. Miranda began to fear that Rozella's cries could now be heard back in 2nd class and they threatened to be only the harbinger of the titanic hurricane that would surely be unleash when her body finally released her in sexual climax. She was very close now Miranda could see ; nearly at the edge.
The PA scheme chimed merrily."Ladies and valet we are arriving at Goschenen. Goschenen your side by side stop."Miranda jumped up in panic. Goschenen was the final halt this side of the good deal right at the oral cavity of the Gotthard tunnel.
Miranda pulled her blouse and skirt down desperately trying to revivify her appearance."Rozella ! closure ! For the beloved of God closure ! We're coming into Goshenen ! For God's sake stop !"But it was too tardily. Rozella at the very height of her need could not stop. Even as the railroad train slowed toward the station her sexual climax exploded. In affright Miranda leapt across the gap between the seats and grasped her, covering her mouth with her hand to repress the piercing wail screeching from her throat. Rozella buried her mind in Miranda's articulatio humeri, jerking spasmodically as wave after wave of her climax swept through her leaving her bereft of ground. Miranda thought the scalding convulsions would never end.
Just as the lights of the station appeared at the window Miranda felt Rozella fall hitch in her arms. Hurriedly she pulled Rozella's attire back into station, covering her titty and dragged the hem down to overlay her pubic region. Rozella relinquished her grip on the dildo between her legs and wrapped her arms around Miranda, nuzzling at her kittenishly and whimpering softly. Miranda glanced out of the window fearful that someone might see them in such closelipped bosom. She told herself to unwind. They were just two girls hugging each early. It was perfectly natural. There was nothing wrong with that was there. The geartrain had halted. Blessedly the weapons platform was empty.
Rozella lifted her head and opened her eyes to reckon at Miranda."Ah amore mio ! It has taken nearly two minute to get you in my arms but here you are and I am content."
"Please Rozella ! Get rid of that shucks dildo quickly."
"Relax caro."But Rozella eased it from between her ramification and pushed it into her bag. She lifted a hand to caress the side of Miranda's face. The fingers were wet from her sex."But you my pin-up : what of you ?"
"What about me ?"
"You have not had your pleasure yet my little darling."
"For heaven's sake don't worry about me !"
"Oh but I do ! I want you to come as well !"
Miranda bit her lip. In truth her physical structure was crying out for expiration. Suddenly she started. Rozella had slipped a hand beneath her annulus, the tips of her digit exploring her soften crevice."Stop that !"she hissed.
Rozella didn't listen to her."Be patient caro."she whispered."When we enter the tunnel I will turn over you that which you desire."She chuckled softly and kissed Miranda softly on the lips."Oh yes caro ! In the burrow I will arrive at you mine !"
The train lurched heavily and, with a squeal from the wheel as they gathered grip, began to go."Any second now amore mio."Rozella whispered in her ear."Are you ready ?"
"Oh God !"Miranda murmured and shivered in anticipation. The string gathered velocity and a few seconds later the nerveless lights from the place disappeared altogether as, with a roar the train dove into the longsighted Gotthard tunnel.
"Now my endearing ! Now ! give your legs !"
With a bantam whimper, Miranda complied. Rozella laughed and stood suddenly. In a flying movement she lifted her attire above her head and pulled it off, tossing it onto the seat beside Miranda. Miranda's eyes flew candid in jounce."What are you doing ?"she squeaked at the nude girl in front of her,"What if somebody comes ?"
Rozella knelt on the baby buggy storey before her and prised her ramification open with her hands."stillness now caro and do not ravage clip to argue. We have only ten second in the burrow ! We must be quick !"With that she bent her head and buried her case in Miranda's sex. Miranda gasped aloud as Rozella's spit found her clitoris and began to lick it so very expertly. Rozella thrust three finger into her vagina and she was assailable and accommodating for them. The tunnel walls flashed past in the ruminate radiance of the carriage ignitor as Rozella worked on her, driving her into fury. Her fear of discovery waned as her arousal mounted. Soon she cared not if they emerged into a crowded station full of people so imperative was her need for release. She grasped Rozella's morose hair and flat coat against her face her other mitt squeezing her breast and panted frantically as she climbed towards ecstasy.
Miranda had lost her virginity when she was sixteen ; some boy or other from school ; she could scarcely recall his face anymore. She had been drunk and the experience unsatisfactory. She could hardly remember anything about it. But she would always consider that she lost her virginity for the indorse, and truest time, on a Mon night not long before midnight somewhere in the Gotthard tunnel. For it was somewhere in that long tunnel that her orgasm overwhelmed her at end. She was barely cognizant of the howl shrieks she gave vent to as the spasms overtook her or of the gasp of pain from Rozella as she grasped her hair tight in her fist. She was only aware of that raging agony that blazed through her eubstance carrying her into realms she had never encountered before and then releasing her to float down into some cocoon of sheer happiness.
Afterwards she thought she must induce fainted for she had no recollection of Rozella putting her dress back on and joining her on the seat. She only knew, that as the train pulled into Airolo at the far end of the tunnel, Rozella was holding her gently, kissing her look softly and crooning nonsense to her. And Miranda cared not. She cared not who saw her now. She wrapped her arms around her unsufferable lover and rocked gently in bliss. She felt as if she had passed through some great desolate emptiness in her animation only to arrive at the shoes she should have been all along. She felt a great warmth and a contentment that was beyond any word she had to describe. It was another L one min according to the timetable before the gear pulled into Bellinzona where she was obliged to change but the minutes scarcely registered in her head for she passed them in some fascinate dreaming world.
Just before Bellinzona the conductor visited their perambulator. Miranda didn't relinquish her hold on Rozella however and he smiled indulgently."Just here to prompt you Lady that the next check is Bellinzona."he told them."I don't want you to lack your connection."
Rozella shook Miranda gently."Don't fall asleep caro. We have to get off here."
Miranda's eyes swum back into focus."Oh God yes ! We have to catch the Locarno caravan !"
"I am not catching the gearing to Locarno caro."
Miranda sat gobble upright."You're not ? We're leave-taking here ?"Miranda felt a wave of sudden desperate loss overtake her. teardrop pricked at her eyes.
"No caro my car is parked in Bellinzona. I drive to Locarno."
"Oh !"Miranda knew she should say something but words eluded her.
"Yes amore mio and you will force back with me !"
The relief and happiness were almost more than Miranda could bear."Oh messiah !"she gasped."I ... I have to earphone Alex !"
"Alex your friend ?"
Miranda nodded."Yes. He's supposed to pick me up in Locarno."
"He is expecting you this Alex ?"
"Yes ... well sort of. I didn't know if I was coming or not. I told him I would phone him when I got to Bellizona if I was coming."
"Then you can headphone him tomorrow caro. Tonight you come to my apartment. Tonight you stay with me. Tonight I will instruct you who you are. Tonight I will instruct you to have sex a woman !"
Miranda stared at her in joy."Oh yes !"
Miranda did see Alex the next day. She introduced Rozella to him. She even shyly told him that she was her girlfriend. He must hold known her secret for he looked pleased for her. To the south of the Alps the sun shone in aura every day and graced her new found joy with light and warmness. In the end she spent eight Day with Rozella before her work recalled her to Zurich. They were eight days of a bliss she had never imagined before. They were eight twenty-four hour period that changed her life history forever.