utmost Train to Locarno.

Miranda saw her on the station platform. In true statement she was severe to miss. There were not many matter to appeal the attention on a wild Mon night in April on the platform of Zurich Hauptbahnhof. The fistful of passengers waiting for the last southbound train of the nighttime were huddled protectively over their luggage, their collars turned up against the insensate wind that penetrated along the pedigree. Trains arrived, streaked with rain ; their windows misted with capsule and stood dripping at the platform discharging discontented looking passengers who hastened away, eager to be shut of their journeys. The flimflam of the big station was subdued at this previous hour ; the few travellers like lonely islands, introverted with their own thoughts and disinclined to be sociable. In this damp gray cosmos the dark haired girl stood out like a single lighthouse of radiance illuminating her patch of uninspiring program concrete as if a shaft of sunlight from the Mediterranean Sea affectionateness to the S of the plenty had somehow pierced the pervading somberness over Zurich.
Miranda found herself fascinated by the young woman. She looked Italian. The long pilus was so dismal as to be nearly black and it framed a face of almost exquisite loveliness. She was slender but with perfectly proportioned curvature and long slim pegleg terminating in shapely groundwork in out-of-doors, high heeled sandals. Her light soft short, livid and mauve summer dress seemed incongruous as if, arriving from warmer clime ; nobody had thought to mention to her that it could be cold on this slope of the the Alps. Her lonesome yielding to the drear weather was a light shawl about her shoulders and the neckline of her dress plunged into a deep vee that exposed her long graceful neck, adorned with a curious pendant in white gold, and the enticing valley of her cleavage. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Yet, to Miranda watching her covertly from the box of her eye, from her relatively hidden location behind a tower, it wasn't simply the undoubted dish of the girl that so captured one's attention. There was something feline about her ; feline in a predatory personal manner, as if she was prowling, her eyes constantly darting over the landscape seeking prey. In the gloomy atmospheric state of the station nigh multitude were content to keep themselves to themselves and avert their gaze from others. This daughter was fully alert however ; her sentience attuned and wired. You could almost fancy that you saw her nostrils flaring as she tried to catch some scent ; her eyes like unsatisfied ray of light scanning her environs, stalking her quarry.
Even to the most jaded of sensibilities, the nature of the girl's prey was gauze-like. There was an electrifying sensuality about this miss ; a hedonistic lunacy in her sexuality. It showed in the way she smoothed the hem of her dress sensually against her legs ; the way she brushed a ignition lock of her hair back into emplacement, pausing to stroke it in evident enjoyment ; the pinch of a pout in those adorable brim and the smoky lustre to her huge optic as pleasurable thinking crossed her mind. This was a girl enslaved by her senses, so in bondage to her sensuality that even a coldness Mon night in Zurich Hauptbahnhof was a electric potential resort area for pleasure ; a hunting ground for the satisfaction of her all consuming libido.
There was trivial scope for the predatory instinct of the nighttime haired daughter on platform four at ten o'clock on a Monday Night but she didn't seem at all discouraged. A pretty blonde lady friend came struggling along the political platform under the weight of a profound travelling bag and Miranda saw the dark haired lady friend come instantly to care, riveting her gaze upon the girl and with a wry smile playing about her lips. In a tingling bolt of seismic disturbance Miranda recognised the missy's quarry ; saw to an blink of an eye the instant when the dark haired girl marked the blond down as a possible. Already she was edging toward the blonde girl looking coiled as if about to pounce. Miranda held her breath as it seemed the little girl was about to make a move ; offer to help the girlfriend with her bag. Then there as a whistling and the blonde girl dropped her bag to wave. A Young man was hurrying along the platform. Obviously the fellow, he gathered the blond in his sleeve to kiss her fondly before picking up her suitcase and leading her away with an arm about her waist. The shadow haired girl 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 fervor. Miranda didn't want to consider herself a lesbian. She had, after all, just emerged, barely intact, from a relationship of some fourteen months with a man that, while not exactly endearing her to the male of the species, had nevertheless surely not entirely convinced her of the complete ineptitude of them. Yet the sudden realisation that the beautiful dark haired siren stalking the untempting environs of platform four was out hunting for pretty girlfriend sent a tingle of long suppressed tabu sensations coursing through her. She felt a kick of heat ascent to her cheeks and for a fleeting second she wanted the dark haired female child to notice her ; wanted to see that Same spirit on her face as she arrowed in with triumphal expectancy. She wanted it very much.
Miranda shook her head to rid it of the unbidden and deeply grievous thoughts. What on earth would she do if the girl did throw a relocation on her anyway ? She wouldn't know what the devil to do if a lesbian approached her ! She'd probably run away screaming ! Why on earth did she cerebrate that the dark haired girl would be interested in her anyway ? It was an unworthy thought because Miranda was a warmly beautiful girl in her own right. Her soft embrown whisker with its natural wafture was the accompaniment to a gentle font of demure attraction ; not overtly seductive but open and friendly with dessert, hazelnut tree coloured eyes of trusting heat and shyness. Her somewhat blouse and stifle duration chick clung to a frame of gentle curves and slender waist and her hands were foresighted and sensitive. She was a beautiful girl but a series of disastrous relationships had seriously eroded her impression in that beauty ; irreparably as it seemed to her. Timidly she cowered back behind her pillar and stove to control the curious yearning within her.
In the present moment that Miranda was alone and wont to examine herself with brutal satin flower, she recognised that there was a parting of her that was by no means unmoved by the attraction of a beautiful woman. She was honest enough too to include to herself that her admiration of womanly smasher went well beyond dispassionate, aesthetic appreciation. She desired it. In a rudimentary character of her that she had never dared allow emerge, Miranda had a late seated desire for the touch of a cleaning lady's tegument against her own ; their mouth upon hers ; her caresses upon their body and the stroke of their fingers upon hers. Very occasionally she allowed herself guiltily to dream about it and if her revery led in the privacy of her own room to languid touches, stroking herself in arousal, then she never told any of her friend of her underground yearning. Miranda came of a morally buttoned-down background in which such things were dangerous temptation. She had certainly never acted upon such enticement and kept them firmly locked from view. nobody suspected them of her and, if her sexual relationships with the few men in her lifetime had proved unsatisfactory and unfulfilling in comparing to her secret fantasies, she kept this side of meat of her hidden and suppressed. Only at such second as these with the good deal of an alluringly seductive peach on the hunt would these concealed tone within her well up and require gratification.
Miranda's attention was diverted by the approach of a train at the weapons platform and the mundane spirit of the tannoy announcing the arrival of the 22.09 Inter Regio expressage for Chiasso calling at Zug, Arth-Goldau, Bellinzona, Lugano and Chiasso. Miranda was taking the string to Bellinzona where she was obliged to change to the local anesthetic train to Locarno ; her final name and address. It would be a long dark. Her railroad train wouldn't arrive in Bellinzona until nearly a tail to one in the morning and she wouldn't be in Locarno until ten yesteryear. Her friend Alex, upon whom she was relying on for accommodation, worked latterly in a bar in Ascona a few kilometres away. He had told her to earphone him on her Mobile River when she reached Locarno and he would come in and beak her up. Alex was an old admirer and entirely harmonic when she'd phoned him and told him she needed to get away for a few days ; a few days to take inventory of her life and the apparent topsy-turvydom it which it had seemingly descended with the demise of her recent relationship.
Miranda saw the shadow haired female child nibble up her dish. She had a small grip on bicycle and what appeared to be a large tv camera case. Miranda shouldered her own bag and moved toward the train. From the street corner of her eye she saw the iniquity haired girl pause at the political platform edge to allow a rider to disembark. It was then that her persistently questing eyes saw Miranda. Miranda knew instantly that the girl had seen her. In seclusion behind her pillar Miranda had been hidden previously from the lady friend but now the lady friend saw her and the beckoning receptive door of the railway coach was momentarily forgotten as she followed Miranda with her eye. Miranda glanced at her and regretted it instantly for the girl was staring straight at her and caught her eye. She inclined her heading and smiled ; an expression of touch-and-go invitation. Miranda looked away sharply and blushed to the roots of her hair. Hastily she mounted the train.
The train was very nearly empty. There were a few people scattered about in s year but it was even quieter in the stroller to which Miranda took her bags. Wanting some privacy with her thoughts Miranda, in a haste of extravagance, had purchased a first socio-economic class ticket. Her quest for purdah had been successful. She was the only passenger in the entirely carriage. Miranda found a seat, stowed her bag on the overhead stand and took off her crown, shaking a few drops of rainfall from it. From her handbag she took out a book she'd brought to while away the journey. It wasn't a very proficient book she was obliged to confess ; a poorly penned and rather unconvincing romanticism ; but it was all she'd had to script when making her sudden impulsive decision to flee due south for a few days. She took a can of coke from her bag to place on the little shelf by the window and placed alongside it a rather unappetising high mallow sandwich she'd bought at the post buffet. There was no snack counter or restaurant car on the late Night geartrain to Chiasso.
She took her book in her hand and stared out of the window at the platform as the train number one wood welcomed the passengers aboard the 22.09 to Chiasso in a bored voice over the interior P.A arrangement. Feeling disconsolate and disgruntled Miranda stared out of the window at the platform with a suspiration. The platform was empty-bellied apart from the conductor with his baton checking that the endure rider were aboard before signalling to the device driver to depart. There was no sign of the dark haired girl. She must experience boarded the train. Idly Miranda thought of taking a walk the length of the train on some guise to see if she could spy the girl again but she knew she would never defy. These were feelings she'd spent half her liveliness running away from. She was hardly about to empty the habit tonight ; not on a Night when she was already running away.
Fleeing from the realities of her life was something she was getting rather honest at lately, Miranda thought to herself ruefully. The vanity of her trivial studio and the misfortunate conditions that had persisted for days now had exacerbated her loneliness to the point of breaking. The sympathy of her friend had been true and well meaning but it had not comforted her for she felt it misguided and undeserved. They had been fully of solacement and pity for her and tidal bore to apportion blame for the collapse of her kinship upon her boyfriend. Miranda had been unable to recite them that their dedication was misplaced and their analysis unjust. In the fair kernel of her soul Miranda knew that it was she who was to blame for the bankruptcy of the relationship ; a failure she could attribute directly to those desires she so carefully concealed from the world. Her human relationship had been a lie ; her altogether life had been a lie. But it had been a lie that she had told so long and so cleverly that nobody suspected the trueness. Her subterfuge had been brilliant and completely convincing but it was still a lie and it left a bleakness in her pith ; a gnawing awareness of her dishonesty and lip service, eating at her self esteem and sense of worth.
Last dark had been the breaking point. Some friends had taken her out to dinner to"sunshine her up ”. It had been a horrifying trial by ordeal for Miranda. She had listened to her friends berating her ex-boyfriend for his amentia and conduct and Miranda had hated herself for not contradicting them or candidly informing them that her young man had in fact been unimpeachable and merely the modish victim of the mental confusion of Miranda's gender. She had simply been unable to tattle to them about it ; unable to tell them the trueness. Somehow, in her deceit and self self-denial, she had felt more lonely than ever. One boy among her friends had even intimated that if she needed somebody to bounce back on then he would be More than felicitous to oblige and Miranda had thanked him and felt more deplorable than ever. She had returned back to the dig desolation of her evacuate studio and cried herself to sleep. She had tried to run on her new article throughout the following day but had finally broken down and sought escape. It was then she had thought of Alex.
Alex was an old college booster and Miranda had been close to him. Of all the men in her life Alex was the one outstanding Male that she could blab out to without the complication of sex. Alex was gay and flamboyantly open and contented to be so. He treated Miranda with the affection of a dear Sister not at all concerned about any intimate magnet to her. She had sometimes used his shoulder to cry on and he had always been variety and non-judgemental with her. Two yr ago he had moved to Ascona to subsist with his boyfriend and a horse barn reference spot in Miranda's life history had been taken from her. This evening, in this crisis of her life sentence, Miranda had dug out his long neglected telephone turn and called him. He had told her to mob her bags and come down to Ascona. It was abject atmospheric condition on the Union incline of the Alps but in the south, beyond the climatical dividing wrinkle of the great mountains, the Din Land was full of Mediterranean Sea sunshine. It was thirty degrees in Ascona. come down he'd urged her, come down and spend a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. while you get your head back together. Miranda had had just sufficiency time to throng a few belongings, take a tram into Town and catch the 22.09 caravan heading Confederacy through the Gotthard fling to find the sun beyond.
The conductor blew his whistle and stepped aboard the train. There was a hiss of press air and the doors clattered shut before the train, with a lurch, began its stately forward motion out of the station. Miranda glanced at the clock on the platform as they passed. It was exactly 22.09. Weather notwithstanding, Swiss geartrain ran with almost metronomic preciseness. Clear of the station awnings, the rain battered against the windows as the train picked up speed. The passing lights of Zurich were blurred in the dirty streaks through which Miranda peered. Before long the dimly illuminated suburbs were passing in a blur of unconnected sparkle and the train plunged into the obscuring darkness of the countryside. With nothing Thomas More to hold her attention beyond the window of her well lit and warm baby carriage Miranda turned to her book and opened at her page. She couldn't dressed ore. The actor's line seemed meaningless ; superficial and disordered to reality.
"So this is where you are hiding !"Miranda jumped at the sudden, low sultry articulation over her berm. She span around in shock. The dark haired young woman was stood in the aisle behind her and looking down at her with a smile that Miranda would later decide was somewhere up around the Anglesea Island Lisa military rank on the oracular scale.
"Er do I know you ?"asked Miranda in muddiness. She could induce kicked herself. It sounded fatuous as soon as she said it.
A long lazy smiling bed covering over the girl's brass."Not yet Caro but we have a train journeying before us to learn to cognize one another."The girl spoke perfectly good German but with an entrancing Italian accent."You sit here all alone Bella. This is sad no ? On cold lonesome nighttime the great unwashed should go along each early company. May I join you ?"
Miranda looked at her in despair. Every other seat in the carriage was empty but the girl wanted to sit with her. Evidently it had been her design from the first. She was still carrying her luggage. She must have scoured the length of the train looking for Miranda."I ... I'm afraid I'm not very salutary company tonight."Miranda told her apologetically.
Most other masses would consume taken that as a diplomatical way to be told that the mortal wanted secrecy but the dark haired girl seemed not at all fazed by the apparent rejection."Let me be the judge of the quality of your ship's company Caro."she told Miranda with a smile. Before Miranda could say another word the little girl had hefted her bags onto the stand and swung easily into the seat inverse. Miranda blinked at the hideous mercilessness with which the girl had invited herself into her space but her grain Swiss courtesy forbade any objection. The young woman placed her fingertips together on her lips and regarded Miranda with such a sensually appraising gaze that it took Miranda's breath away."Now how shall we start to know each other ?"she asked Miranda ; her articulation carrying volumes of significance and glimmer within its ample contralto.
"I ... I don't know."Miranda squeaked and nearly groaned as soon as the wrangle had left her mouth. She seemed destined to look like a complete cretin in front of this hypnotic seductress.
"epithet are good."the little girl noted with amusement."Mine is Rozella. You ?"
"Er Miranda."
Rozella nodded in deep atonement."It is a adept name. It is from the Latin. It means one worthy to be admired. It suits you Miranda with the beautiful hazel tree eyes."
Miranda swallowed, transfixed under Rozella's steady regard, and tried to think of something less banal to say."Er well I'm ... er pleased to meet you Rozella."
"And I am very proud of to meet you Miranda. I hope that you are taking a long journey tonight."
Miranda bit her lip ; out of her depth with this cleaning lady."Oh just to Locarno."
Rozella clapped her bridge player together in delectation."Why this is utter ! I travel to Locarno too. We will share our journey together."
"You're going to Locarno ? Are you Swiss then ?"
"Si, si ! I am from Ticino."Ticino was the southerly canton of Schweiz in which Locarno was found. It was a southern enclave of Mediterranean climate quite unlike the Second Earl of Guilford of Switzerland. It was Italian in acculturation, architecture and cuisine and Italian was the language spoken there. Many said it was just like Italy in fact except that everything was clean and the caravan ran on time. Rozella graced Miranda with that languid smile once more."And what takes you Miranda, at so latterly 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 narrative ? What"things"are you getting away from ?"
Miranda lowered her middle and blushed, hating herself for flush of blood in her brass. Rozella seemed please ; finding Miranda's flush endearing. Miranda waved her deal foolishly."Oh er just things you know."she mumbled tritely. Rozella's eyes sparkled ; her interest increasing by the second.
Miranda was saved from farther embarrassment by the arrival of the director in the carriage."tag please."he intoned and Rozella took the opportunity gratefully to rummage in her handbag 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 maiden division compartment Fraulein. You only have a second course of study slate !"
Smoothly Rozella withdrew a duet of banknote from her purse."Then I will pay the difference Signor."
The conductor looked at her in surprise."But there's plenty of room in arcsecond class."he told her.
"Si, but not such right company. I will pay the difference."
"Oh you don't have to go to all that disbursement just to restrain me companionship Rozella."Miranda protested hopefully.
"It is zilch ! A trivia ! I would depend your ship's company cheap at ten times the toll Caro !"
The director shuffled his understructure uncomfortably."well 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 long searching flavour at Miranda. Miranda had never before in her sprightliness been subjected to such a penetrating scrutiny. She felt as if Rozella was undressing her with her eyes and the mentation of that brought more treacherous rosiness to her face. She could think herself defenseless ; helpless before this fair sex's avarice."So where do you remain in Locarno Miranda ?"asked Rozella at last.
"Oh I'm staying in Ascona actually. A friend of mine is picking me up in Locarno."
Rozella raised that eyebrow that seemed characteristic of her."A friend ? A special acquaintance perhaps ?"
Miranda shook her principal."Oh no ! I mean well yes he is a special friend but .... well he's just a friend. I ... I know him from college ...."Miranda tailed off, aware that she was beginning to babble.
"And is there a exceptional supporter in your life-time Miranda ?"
Miranda hesitated and drew a breathing space."No not really ... well not anymore."
Rozella jumped on the porta."Ah so ! Not anymore ! Then there was individual you have lost ? You are wounded in lovemaking perhaps ? Is this why you run away to Ticino in the middle of the dark ?"
Miranda found herself beginning to tremble under Rozella's questing gaze and intrusive dubiousness 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 poor thing. So this is why you hide yourself on this train Caro. You run from a broken inwardness ! I must be very kind to you."
Miranda laughed in overplus."Oh you don't have to be kind to me Rozella ! I mean it's none of your commercial enterprise really is it ?"
Rozella looked at her seriously."Miranda bella ! Beautiful young lady are always my business ! I am a photographer .... I photograph beautiful young woman. They are my profession."She smiled."You may say I make a business of my pleasure."Rozella laughed shortly and tossed her long dark hair flirtatiously."So this little girl who broke your heart ... she lives in Zurich ?"
Miranda jumped like a trout on a hook."I never said it was a female child Rozella !"she protested heatedly.
Rozella returned to her enigmatic mood."It was not a girl ?"
"Of course of study not ! Absolutely not ! No it was a boy ... a man I mean. He ... he was my boyfriend. I ... I don't ... well don't ... you know ... don't have girlfriends."
Rozella was watching her rodomontade in amusement. It seemed she was trying not to laugh."Then it is clock time you did Miranda !"
"I beg your pardon !"
"I said perhaps it is clip you had a girlfriend Caro. Perhaps then you have aught to run away from !"
Miranda bristled indignantly."I hardly think this is any of your business ! I'm not interested in girls in any case."
"prevaricator !"
Miranda blinked in blow."I'm sorry ?"It was all she could think of to say. Being called a liar to her face by a complete alien was a unique experience to her.
"I said"liar"Miranda ! Don't profess to be shocked. You know that you are lying."
Miranda blushed in outrage."I really think that this conversation is at an end ! I'm not about to bear my integrity questioned by somebody I've never met before !"
Rozella grinned at her."You look cunning when you are furious bella !"she told Miranda.
"That will do Rozella ! You've gone far enough ! When you came to link up me I didn't expect you to poke into my seclusion and insult me like this !"
"You think that I am a bad fille Miranda ?"
"Well yes ... as it happens."
Rozella grinned more broadly ; playing with her prey."wellspring you are right Miranda. I am a bad girl."She lifted a finger."But I am honest Miranda. I know what I am and I do not act to be anything else. You though .... you say things but you know they are not lawful. I think perhaps you say these thing to many people. Maybe they believe you."Rozella fixed her in a penetrating gaze."But me ? No Bella ! You can not lie to me. I see too much."
Miranda took a late breath."You have a very high opinion of your insight into total stranger Rozella ! I don't see why you should suppose I'm lying to you."
Rozella shrugged with a smiling."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 nuances ; body language ; the little signs by which a person betrays their mood and opinion. You are not very good at hiding those thing Miranda. You are a liar but not a very good one !"
Miranda shook her head in aggravation."This conversation is absurd ! What possible evidence can you induce for calling me a liar ?"
"Because your news say one thing, but your torso tells me something else Miranda."
Miranda huffed in indignation."Well then I suggest you not look at my organic structure Rozella !"she remarked haughtily.
"Ah now you ask too much ! I am what I am and it is my nature to bet at bodies as beautiful as yours ; face at them and desire them. You are so very beautiful my petty liar ! So very desirable ! You have hair to be held against the skin ; a face that needs to be stroked ; lips that demand to be kissed ; a body that cries out for caresses. Why do you withhold these pleasure with your sappy slight Trygve Halvden Lie ?"
Miranda trembled. Rozella's part 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 affectation."Do you notice me beautiful Caro ?"she asked in a low vibrato.
Miranda swallowed."fountainhead I'm sure to the highest degree citizenry would say that you're a very passably girl Rozella."She ventured hesitantly.
"Ah but you Caro ? Do you find me beautiful ?"Rozella stroked a hand the length of her torso seductively."Does my body please you ? Are my pegleg soft and alluring ? Are my white meat shapely ? Do you think I am attractive ?"
"I think you're very vain !"
Rozella laughed delightedly."Ah yes ! That too ! But indulge me a little. Look at me ... really look at me and assure me what you really think."
"Why should I look at you ?"
Rozella regarded her seriously."Because you can Caro !"
"What do you mean ?"
Rozella smiled at her."Just what I say ! Look at me because you can. Listen to me Miranda and let me tell apart you something about you. Don't argue just listen. If I am wrong 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 tremble and your sass piece in desire. Do not try to traverse it Miranda. Do you mean I don't know that if I laid my hand on your breast I would incur your nipple hard to my touch and there ..."Rozella paused to glance down at Miranda's crutch and laughed as she hastily pulled her skirt down over her knees."Oh yes there ! Do you think me so stupid that I would not know that already you are moist ; moist and swollen in that niggling privy part of you ? Yes you think I am beautiful Miranda and what is more you desire me. Ah but you think that life-threatening !"
"What do you stand for ?"Miranda's representative sounded eminent and unnatural even to her.
"Because you have lied Miranda. You have lied too yearn and too often. I am not the only female child 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 avert your gaze and hide behind your Trygve Lie. Perhaps you have Quaker who are girls and you dared not let them see that you looked at them and desired their trunk. Perhaps there were colleagues at work you yearned to touch but had to restrain yourself. Did this boy you had have any thought that you lay with him but thought of other women ? Is that why you finished with him Miranda ? Does anybody else know your mystic my adorable ? Is this why you run away tonight ?"
"That's ridiculous !"Miranda protested but she knew her tidings were transparent and that Rozella would see through them effortlessly.
Rozella grinned."Is it ? Ah I think not ! But let me return to what I was saying. I said you should count at me because you can. What I meant was that here at shoemaker's last is a fair sex you find to beautiful that you are allowed to take care at ! Perhaps for the low gear time here is somebody who not only is not offended if you look at them but welcomes it. You can look at me openly ; admire me : desire me : without fear. I want you to look at me. I am not those former people in your life. cipher but you and I need know that you lust for my body. We may leave this wagon train tonight and never see each other again. This is good Miranda. You can allow yourself the pleasance of looking at me and get it on that I welcome your attention. And when we constituent it was just our fiddling secret ; a few import of pleasure to be enjoyed without reverence on a non-white wet night."
Miranda was breathing heavily, entranced by this impossible woman before her."You ... you are very lovely."she conceded at last in a hoarse whisper.
Rozella's brass lit up in a radiant smile."Ah we make progress ! Thank you my little gem. Now we understand each early why don't you sit back and loose ?"
"Relax ?"
"Si ! Relax. Sit back in your posterior, put your book aside and banquet your eyes. Think of me as a box of burnt umber ; a guilty pleasure to indulge yourself in when nobody else is watching."
Miranda leaned back hesitantly."Wh ... what are you going to do ?"
"Just giving you a little treat for your eyes Caro. Now sit back and enjoy !"With that Rozella began to stroke her hands over her own body as Miranda watched in fascinated captivation. Rozella's eyes never left her as she caressed herself ; stroking a finger down her cleavage and cupping a breast in her hand. She was a consummate seductress and Miranda's throat was dry as she stared at her. The woman was extortionate but Miranda could not pluck her eyes away. Rozella lifted a leg and let the soft cloth of her dress fall away to reveal a farsighted length on inviting thigh."Do you like my legs Caro ?"she whispered softly. Miranda nodded numbly and Rozella smiled as she ran her hand up her thigh pushing her dress up until Miranda could see the curvature of her bottom and a glimpse of mauve knickers. Miranda squeezed her own thighs together tightly feeling her mounting foreplay. Rozella saw the action at law and laughed softly. Slowly and teasingly she parted her ramification and ran her hand along her intimate thigh until her digit rested on the material of her knickers.
Miranda was startled out of her trance by a musical chime in the coach and the voice of the driver over the PA announcing their imminent arrival at their next post. She glanced around nervously."Pull your dress down and deport yourself Rozella !"she hissed."We're pulling into Zug !"Rozella grinned but she did as she was told, readjusting her clothes more decently. But she teased Miranda by running a lazy finger's breadth in piddling rophy over her tit. Rozella wore no bra under her hemp neck dress it was evident. Her erect nipples were clearly seeable through the lean material. Miranda averted her gaze as they pulled into the station. Through the rainwater streaked window she could see only two multitude on the chopine waiting for the wagon train. Obviously they were irregular socio-economic class passengers. Nobody came into their bearing. At 22.31 precisely the gearing lurched once more out of the station.
"So now Caro !"Rozella purred at her."We have over twenty arcminute before our next stop ! Are you sitting comfortably ?"
Miranda gripped her hired man together in tempestuousness."You're crazy ! What if somebody comes in ?"
"You worry too lots tessorucio ! Relax ! You are enjoying the show no ?"
"You are completely balmy !"
"Oh yes ! But so much more fun don't you think ?"
"Oh Christ !"
Rozella laughed and, in a undivided fluid motion, laid herself out lengthways on her side along the to the full length of the backside facing Miranda."Now that is better."She remarked in atonement and once again began her languid caressing. Miranda watched her, terrified that somebody would get in the pram but still unable to pluck her eyes away or to still the pressing aching in her own soundbox. Rozella parted her lips and ran her tongue slowly across them as she raised her left leg and allowed the hem of her dress to slide up her thigh to hip. thrifty to afford Miranda a good view she pulled her clothes out of the way. Her mauve knickers had tiny petty medallion on the position and a frivolous bow at the front. Miranda sat on her hands fighting the desperate urge to hybridise the space between them to stroke those silky legs. Astounded by the audaciousness of the woman, she watched as Rozella stroked the inside of her thigh and came to rest her hand on her crutch between her outstretched ramification. Very deliberately Rozella allowed a footling suspire to scat her lip as she began to caress herself there ; her fingers rubbing gently at the satin knee pants. She closed her eyes slightly and lowered her school principal onto the seat savings bank, her surplus hand lifting up to cup her breast and fondle it through the textile of her dress.
Miranda's heart was pounding in her chest as she watched Rozella wantonly stroke her sex. She held her breathing place as Rozella lifted her dress high and lifted her mitt to the splinter of build revealed above her pants. Rozella opened her eye and stared directly into Miranda's as she paused teasingly. With a slow smiling, she slid her helping hand down under the waistband of her knickers and shuddered softly as her questing fingers found the dampness, affectionateness below."Stop it Rozella !"whispered Miranda almost as if timorous that soul might take heed her in the empty carriage.
Rozella gave a little pant and her finger quickened at her sex."Too late Bella !"she breathed hoarsely, the cheeks of her face suffusing with the pinko of arousal."I can not help myself ! You have captured me ! You have bewitched me with your eyes on my trunk and I can no longer help myself. I am yours ! I am your plaything. I can only cede myself for the satisfaction of your pleasure."With a little moan Rozella slipped her left hand under her frock and eased her white meat clear, 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 seats to reassure herself that they were indeed unequalled before wrenching her oculus back to Rozella who was now beginning to squirm alarmingly as she rubbed herself. Miranda felt the quickening throb between her leg as her own arousal mounted and she shifted locating awkwardly as she felt the moistness in her mole. Her eyes darted between Rozella's knickers, the ripe fully knocker with its impertinent brown nipple and the lovely face now abandoned to thirst as Rozella masturbated uninhibitedly in front of her. It was crazy ; it was madness ; it was show-off to the point of insanity and it was quite the most erotic matter Miranda had ever cast eyes upon. Rozella was panting now and her flabby outcry becoming louder by the minute. Both in fascination and reverence Miranda wondered if Rozella was about to feature an coming in front line of her but she was beyond protesting or trying to restrain her. She decided that Rozella probably would culminate. There seemed no outrageousness this miss was incapable of !
Then suddenly Rozella stopped with her chest heaving. She withdrew her hand from her knickers and sat unsloped. Fixing Miranda with her eyes she raised her right hand to prove Miranda her digit glistening softly with the dampness from her sex still on them. Miranda swallowed sharply as Rozella lifted her handwriting to her mouth and began to drub her finger."You are completely mad !"Miranda breathed exasperatedly.
Rozella grinned at her and, using both hands eased her bosom exonerated of her dress to fondle 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 inane bromide she had yet managed in her short acquaintance with this maddening woman.
"Would you like to kiss them ?"
"Oh messiah !"Before Miranda could think of anything sensible to say the infuriating bell of the train's PA system sounded to forego the driver once more announcing their orgasm reaching at a place. Miranda let out her breath in a gasp."Oh God we're in Arth-Goldau !"The time seemed to stimulate flown by since Zug.
Rozella replaced her tit in her wearing apparel with a joke."Perhaps later then petty one. After Arth-Goldau there are only two little villages between us and the Gotthard tunnel. A lot can pass in the climb up to the passing !"
Miranda wiped a helping hand across her forehead."Oh God ! This is the maddest affair I've ever done in my spirit !"
"Ah there is time yet !"Rozella glanced out of the window. They were just pulling into the place. Rozella grinned in sudden decision."I want to give you a demo caro."
"What form of nowadays ?"In reply Rozella lifted herself off her posterior and reached under her attire to slide her knickers down her legs."What the hell are you doing ?"Miranda protested in a hoarse whisper.
Rozella ignored her and pulled her knickers down to her ankle joint. For a s they became entangled in the mellow heels 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 knickers for ?"
"A token my sweet ! A relic to remember me by and our small encounter on a train one wet Monday night. When you are alone in your bed and thinking amorous thoughts you can study them out and guess 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 secret part as I masturbated for your entertainment. Here ! hire them !"
"I can't take away your damn drawers !"
"If you do not I will hold them up to the window and depict the world what little secret plan we have been playing !"
"You blackmailing .... Oh sin consecrate them here then !"Miranda snatched the offending item. They were muffle to her touch sensation and she could scent the female person aroma of Rozella still on them.
Rozella smoothed her dress down and sat back in expiation. There now ! See what advantage you have taken of a poor barren 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 evince her appall indignation.
"All slate from Arth-Goldau please !"Miranda leapt with a startle. The music director seemed to induce jumped up out of the storey gameboard beside her. He was looking at her quizzically. In horror Miranda realised she was still clutching Rozella's pants. Hastily she pushed them behind her out of sight, blushing furiously. Rozella stifled a little giggle."Anybody else get in this bearing ladies ?"the conductor asked conversationally, peering down the aisle.
Miranda shook her straits vigorously."No ! No ... nobody."she told him breathlessly.
The man nodded in recognition."well I can't see many More multitude getting on the train tonight."he observed casually."So I guess you're in for a lull journey."
Rozella smiled at him wickedly."Molto buono ! We are enjoying the privacy of our ship's company !"Miranda glared at her.
The director nodded once more, his face unreadable."well I shall result you two dame in peace then."he left the rig. The train pulled out once Sir Thomas More. It was five arcminute to eleven.
"Now then caro, where were we ?"asked Rozella with a pixilated grin.
"I think we were at the spot of fully confirming that you should be taken away and locked up in a nunnery !"
Rozella's eyes lit up."Hmmm ! I like this idea !"
Miranda laughed suddenly."Oh God no ! No ... blank out that ! Bad idea ! Let you loose in a nunnery ? God there'd be carnage !"
Rozella grinned at her."You should express joy more often caro. You are too serious. laugh becomes you."
"I don't often meet people as looney as you Rozella."
"Then you should. Life is too valued to neutralise in being serious all the time. It is honest to see you smile."
And smile Miranda did ; acknowledging the justice in Rozella's word of honor. She had been sad for too foresightful. She had known this woman for only an hour but she had made her feeling more active than she had felt for years. She was maddening, infuriating and outraged every sense of decency in Miranda but she was beginning to like her. Trying to tug aside such unknown thoughts Miranda gazed out of the window. It was pitch black but the rain 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 mind Rozella !"
"And we have LE than 20 minutes before Erstfeld caro. Time flies so answer my question. Have I excited you ? Are you wet between your legs ?"
"I ... I might be."adventure 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 move that always caught Miranda by surprisal she turned around to kneel on the seat with her back to Miranda. She leaned forward and parted her legs. Slowly she raised her clothes until it was above her waist, displaying her bleakness. Her vulva was dilated and glistening with moisture. She ran a fingerbreadth into her fissure and looked back over her shoulder at Miranda."See what you have done to me ! I am a ruined woman."
Miranda shook her head fondly."I think you were that long before I ever met you Rozella ! Look at you ! Showing me your twat without a smidgin of shame !"
Rozella pouted at her."What is wrong with my cunt ? Don't you like it ? Is it not pretty ?"
Tickled by the absurdity 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 young lady's parts ! I wouldn't really live how to compare it."
Rozella looked at her curiously."You have never looked at another miss there before ?"
"Well no ! I mean it's not exactly something you do is it. You can't exactly say to person"Excuse me do you listen if I conduct an examination of your snatch ... purely in a purport of aesthetic, faculty member interest you understand !"
"fountainhead then look at mine. Go ahead ! lead a close face. Here I will make it easy for you."Rozella leaned further forward and parted her legs even more. With her deal she pulled her prat apart to expose herself more clearly.
Miranda could think of nil appropriate to say and she found becoming interested in spite of herself. She leaned forward to peer closer. She had never really thought of the attraction of a womanhood's sex before but as she looked she thought dispassionately that the moody folding of the outer lips contrasting with the bright pink, moist inner holy place were actually quite appealing. There was a drip of fluid from the vaginal opening move and she could see the nub of Rozella's engorged clitoris quite plainly. The skin looked velvety and slickness with dampness. She was so smooth there. She noticed that Rozella evidently waxed herself for there was no pubic fuzz seeable. She wanted to reach out and refer her ; feel the balminess of her sex and knew that if she did she would get gasps and moans of pleasance to Rozella's lips. It seemed as if she hardly needed to for Rozella was becoming visibly aroused just by her displaying herself for Miranda's perusal."She's an exhibitionist."thought Miranda to herself."She loves doing this ! She loves exposing herself and having other people watch her perform."Even as she thought it, Rozella's stimulation got the skilful of her and she ran a paw between her ramification and began to stroke herself again. She buried her nerve in the rump and her breath quickened and deepened. Soon she was emitting soft cry and little sobs. Miranda began to hope that she would orgasm ; wanted to see her in the throe of culmination. Miranda's own fervour started to spellbind hold of her. Her nipples were so heavy that they hurt and she felt the slick wetness inside her knickers. With Rozella's heart off her she succumbed to the temptation to lift her skirt and run her hand through to her own sex ; squeezing the front end of her knickers and feeling the heat within the silk. She groped away inside her knickers and touched herself. She shivered at the contact and a small gasp escaped her throat.
Rozella heard the audio and turned to look. Miranda snatched her hand 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 insufferable ! What would you sustain done with your journey if I wasn't there to titillate your libido ? Don't narrate me that you'd have whiled the hr away working on the crossword puzzle puzzler !"
Rozella grinned and turned to face 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 smiling."I always have my toys in casing I need them."
Miranda stared at her dumbstricken."Please don't secern me that you carry around your sex toys with you just to pass the clip on train journeys when there's no bird available !"
Rozella smiled hugely."But of course ! Here let me record you !"Miranda stared blankly, her heading swimming as Rozella fumbled in her bag."Here we are !"Triumphantly Rozella held up a large pink dildo of some flexible plastic material. The shaft of the objective was corrugated with raised ridgeline and there was an extension on top clearly designed to stimulate the clitoris while the master lance penetrated the vagina. Evidently it was battery operated too for there was a electric switch and a tar control on the base.
Miranda stared at the thing in mental rejection."You use that on yourself ?"
"Yes of track. You would like to see perhaps."
"I ... I ... .oh for God's sake we're pulling into Erstfeld ! But that bloody thing away for Jesus's saki !"
Rozella pulled her garb down and concealed the dildo under her dress."There now ! Out of sight !"she placed her glossa in her cheek slyly."But not out of mind ! You want to see me use it don't you ?"
"I ... .I ...."
"semen along now ! Don't be shy caro. You do don't you ?"
Miranda took a cryptic breath."Well ...."she cleared her throat,"I ... I suppose it might be quite diverting."
Rozella laughed happily."Well then we shall take up a diversion on our way into the flock !"She raised a finger."But I warn you caro. I shall want payment for your entertainment !"
"What kind of requital ?"
"Just a fiddling something from you. A little talent for my pleasure."
"Oh Christ ! Now what ?"
"Ah be patient caro. You will see !"
The station at Erstfeld was bleak and unfriendly with gusting fart and teeming rain. There were no rider waiting. At a quarter past eleven the train began its retentive climb into the iniquity of the wad. This was the last upgrade to the Gotthard tunnel at over eleven hundred metres above sea horizontal surface. The caravan's musical note changed as it powered up to take the gradient, ascending through a serial of corkscrew loops cut into the mountainside and plunging in and out of tunnels as it climbed ; labouring its way towards the northern portal of the neat tunnel that passed it through the mountains into the southern lands beyond. And as they climbed towards the acme of their journey 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 manus, teasing Miranda with her eyes."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 this."
"I'm not lying ! I haven't said anything about agreeing !"Rozella lifted an dry brow. Miranda held up her hired hand."Alright, alright ! I know what you're going to say ! You're going to tell apart me that my body said everything for me !"
Rozella chuckled softly."Ah caro you begin to hear I see !"
Miranda glared at her."What blasted bargain is this anyway ?"
"I want a introduce from you."
"What sort of damn present ?"
"I want your knickers !"
"WHAT !"
"No pauperization to abuse caro ! You heard me. I want your knickers. You have mine now I want yours in return."
"Oh for heaven's sake !"
"ejaculate along now my confection. It is a fair exchange."
"What is this for you ? Some variety of trophy hunt or something ?"
"Please caro. It is just a picayune relic for my pleasure. Please give them to me."
"Oh for God's sake !"
"Just to please me caro."
Oh alright for heaven's interest !"Miranda raised her arse to slip her knickers off."I just can't believe I'm doing this !"she grumbled as she eased them off her pes. Begrudgingly she handed them over."There now ! Are you satisfied ?"
Rozella took the item with visible pleasure."Oh I am never satisfied !"she purred as she held Miranda's knickers to her face, rubbing them on her cheek and smelling them in neat enjoyment. Delicately she touched her tongue to the inside."You taste nice."She told Miranda. Miranda just gaped at her unable to utter."Now lift your skirt."Rozella commanded.
"What ? Are you crazy ?"
"Lift your skirt and open your legs."Rozella told her insistently."I want to see you."
"Oh hell !"but Miranda complied shyly.
Rozella inclined her head to see the near and smiled in satisfaction."Now stay like that !"she ordered."Now I give you your reward !"With that she began to lick the dildo and drawing it into her back talk ; lubricating it with her saliva ; her centre never wavering from Miranda's exposed sex. She adjusted the switch at the foundation of the dildo. The low hum was audible even over the clatter of the rails beneath their infantry. She passed it to her sex and stroked it against the pitcher of her clitoris, her breathing space coming in knickers as the vibrations stimulated her to majuscule arousal. Miranda held her breath as Rozella turned the tip of the dildo to opening of her vagina. It was so thick and longsighted Miranda couldn't believe that Rozella could involve the thing inside her. She was wrong. With an exigent air pressure, Rozella eased the dildo in, gasping loudly as she penetrated herself. She drove it habitation 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 impossible to differentiate. She pulled her bosom from her wearing apparel with her unblock hand and began to knead them urgently. Then she began to pierce with the dildo, driving it intemperately and harder into her sex.
They plunged into a tunnel and the bellow of the caravan inside the tunnel was a blessing for it masked the sobbing cries 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 bridge player back at her own sex. She parted her legs more to facilitate herself and them she was stroking herself urgently, inflamed by Rozella's wanton lustfulness. Feverishly she found herself pulling her blouse out of her skirt and hefting it above her breasts. She pulled them from her bra to grip them as she abandoned caution in the rising heat of her passion. She was close to orgasm but she compelled herself to ease off. For some reason she was at a loss to explain she wanted to come as Rozella did ; parcel the coming with her.
The train plunged on into the night climbing higher and high-pitched carrying the short tableau vivant toward some spot of no getting even high in the mountains. Miranda was almost whimpering in frustration as she waited for Rozella to climax. At the same time she was beginning to dread that climax. Rozella's passion was becoming almost red now as she convulsed on the arse before Miranda. Miranda began to fear that Rozella's cry could now be heard back in second class and they threatened to be only the herald of the titanic hurricane that would surely be unleashed when her body finally released her in orgasm. She was very close now Miranda could see ; nearly at the edge.
The PA system chimed merrily."Ladies and valet de chambre we are arriving at Goschenen. Goschenen your next stop."Miranda jumped up in panic. Goschenen was the in conclusion halt this face of the batch right at the mouth of the Gotthard tunnel.
Miranda pulled her blouse and ring down desperately trying to renovate her appearance."Rozella ! Stop ! For the love of God occlusive ! We're coming into Goshenen ! For God's sake stop !"But it was too late. Rozella at the very stature of her pauperism could not stop. Even as the power train slowed toward the post her climax exploded. In panic Miranda leapt across the gap between the hindquarters and grasped her, covering her mouth with her hand to choke the piercing wail screeching from her throat. Rozella buried her question in Miranda's shoulder joint, jerking spasmodically as wave after wave of her orgasm swept through her leaving her bereft of reason. Miranda thought the scalding convulsions would never end.
Just as the lights of the station appeared at the window Miranda felt Rozella fall limp in her arm. Hurriedly she pulled Rozella's dress back into place, covering her breasts and dragged the hem down to shroud her loin. 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 close embrace. She told herself to relax. They were just two lady friend hugging each other. It was perfectly rude. There was nothing ill-timed with that was there. The train had halted. Blessedly the platform was empty.
Rozella lifted her point and opened her eyes to take care at Miranda."Ah amore mio ! It has taken nearly two hour to get you in my arms but here you are and I am content."
"Please Rozella ! Get rid of that hoot dildo quickly."
"Relax caro."But Rozella eased it from between her leg and pushed it into her purse. She lifted a hand to caress the side of Miranda's face. The fingers were wet from her sex."But you my endearing : what of you ?"
"What about me ?"
"You have not had your delight yet my small darling."
"For heaven's saki don't worry about me !"
"Oh but I do ! I want you to come up as well !"
Miranda bit her lip. In Truth her physical structure was crying out for outlet. Suddenly she started. Rozella had slipped a hand beneath her skirt, the tip of her fingerbreadth exploring her damp crevice."Stop that !"she hissed.
Rozella didn't listen to her."Be patient role caro."she whispered."When we enter the tunnel I will pass you that which you desire."She chuckled softly and kissed Miranda softly on the backtalk."Oh yes caro ! In the burrow I will earn you mine !"
The railroad train lurched heavily and, with a squeal from the bicycle as they gathered traction, began to move."Any minute now amore mio."Rozella whispered in her ear."Are you set up ?"
"Oh God !"Miranda murmured and shivered in expectation. The gear gathered speed and a few second gear later the feeble lights from the place disappeared altogether as, with a thunder the train Columba into the prospicient Gotthard burrow.
"Now my lovely ! Now ! afford your legs !"
With a tiny whimper, Miranda complied. Rozella laughed and stood suddenly. In a quick drive she lifted her dress above her head and pulled it off, tossing it onto the posterior beside Miranda. Miranda's eyes flew open in shock."What are you doing ?"she squeaked at the naked girl in front of her,"What if somebody comes ?"
Rozella knelt on the go-cart floor before her and prised her legs heart-to-heart with her hands."still now caro and do not waste time to argue. We have only ten transactions in the tunnel ! We must be quick !"With that she bent her head teacher and buried her case in Miranda's sex. Miranda gasped aloud as Rozella's glossa found her clitoris and began to cream it so very expertly. Rozella thrust three fingers into her vagina and she was afford and accommodating for them. The tunnel wall flashed past in the reflected lambency of the carriage lights as Rozella worked on her, driving her into frenzy. Her fear of discovery waned as her arousal mounted. Soon she cared not if they emerged into a crowded station full phase of the moon of masses so imperative was her need for exit. She grasped Rozella's night hair and ground against her face her other helping hand squeezing her chest and panted frantically as she climbed towards ecstasy.
Miranda had lost her virginity when she was sixteen ; some boy or other from schoolhouse ; she could scarcely recollect his brass 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 bit, and lawful time, on a Monday night not long before midnight somewhere in the Gotthard tunnel. For it was somewhere in that prospicient tunnel that her orgasm overwhelmed her at last. She was barely aware of the howling shrieks she gave release to as the spasms overtook her or of the gasp of painful sensation from Rozella as she grasped her hair tight in her fist. She was only aware of that raging torment that blazed through her torso carrying her into realms she had never encountered before and then releasing her to drift down into some cocoon of sheer happiness.
Afterwards she thought she must have fainted for she had no reminiscence 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 nerve softly and crooning bunk to her. And Miranda cared not. She cared not who saw her now. She wrapped her weapon system around her unimaginable lover and rocked gently in walking on air. She felt as if she had passed through some great desolate void in her life history only to arrive at the station she should birth been all along. She felt a great warmheartedness and a contentment that was beyond any word she had to delineate. It was another fifty one minutes according to the timetable before the geartrain pulled into Bellinzona where she was obliged to change but the minutes scarcely registered in her creative thinker for she passed them in some enchanted dream 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 ladies that the next stoppage is Bellinzona."he told them."I don't want you to miss your connection."
Rozella shook Miranda gently."Don't fall gone caro. We have to get off here."
Miranda's oculus swum back into focusing."Oh God yes ! We have to catch the Locarno geartrain !"
"I am not catching the string to Locarno caro."
Miranda sat absquatulate unsloped."You're not ? We're leave here ?"Miranda felt a undulation of sudden despairing loss overtake her. weeping 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 tug with me !"
The relief and happiness were almost More than Miranda could behave."Oh Redeemer !"she gasped."I ... I have to telephone Alex !"
"Alex your admirer ?"
Miranda nodded."Yes. He's supposed to pick me up in Locarno."
"He is expecting you this Alex ?"
"Yes ... well form 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 speech sound him tomorrow caro. Tonight you come to my flat. Tonight you stay with me. Tonight I will teach you who you are. Tonight I will teach you to bang a cleaning lady !"
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 have known her mystery for he looked pleased for her. To the south of the Alps the sun shone in glory every day and graced her new found joy with light and warmth. In the end she spent eight Clarence Shepard Day Jr. with Rozella before her study recalled her to Zurich. They were eight day of a bliss she had never imagined before. They were eight days that changed her life forever.