The Training of Fallen Angels by Kendal Grahame Read Free Book Online

anyway, it would be an adventure. Lately, life had become incredibly dull after the excitement of the previous summer.
    And, as Lisa had said when Janet had told her about Mr Gee, you find a strange man in your room, he makes you come without touching you and then offers you a job. What could be better than that?
    She looked across the carriage at her friend who, as usual, was sleeping peacefully. Like herself, Lisa had chosen to dress simply for the journey in jeans and skimpy top. She was curled up on the large seat with her knees pushed against her breasts and her face buried against the upholstery, completely immune to the noise of the old diesel as it struggled complainingly up a long rise.
    Janet glanced back out of the carriage window and was just in time to catch a glimpse of two horses copulating in a passing field. It seemed to her like a good omen for the immediate future.
    ‘How much further is it?’ Lisa’s sleepy question broke the spell of the moment.
    ‘It can’t be much longer,’ replied Janet as she glanced at her watch. ‘It’s already after three.’
    Lisa uncurled her legs and held them rigid in front of her whilst she stretched her arms above her head. Her bra-less breasts jutted firmly upwards and forced the thin material of her T-shirt loose from the waistband of her jeans. Janet smiled and looked out of the window. The train seemed to be slowing down. She glanced at her watch.
    ‘This must be it; Doleham Halt. Come on, get your stuff. I can’t imagine that the train will hang about for long at such a tiny station.’ They grabbed their bags from the rack and slid the window in the carriage door open. Lisa leant out of the window with her blonde hair billowing in the breeze.
    ‘It’s not much of a station,’ she said as she pulled the window closed. There’s just a platform, nothing else.’
    ‘I suppose that’s why they call it a halt.’
    The train shuddered to a stop and the girls clambered from the carriage. They were the only passengers to disembark. No sooner had Lisa slammed the door than the train moved away, quickly disappearing around a bend in the track and leaving them in relative silence. They stood for a moment and surveyed the scene.
    ‘It’s beautiful here,’ said Janet, deliberately keeping her voice quiet so as not to intrude on the peaceful ambience of their situation.
    ‘There’s no sign of a car,’ said Lisa after a moment. Janet looked down the narrow lane that stretched from the halt and disappeared behind the hedgerows. Somewhere in the distance a dog barked. She glanced at her watch.
    ‘We’re early,’ she said, setting down her bag on the platform. ‘We might as well wait.’ She sat down on the edge of a low wall and nonchalantly picked a long stem of grass that was growing out of the crumbling mortar. She chewed thoughtfully on the fleshy blade as she watched Lisa lean against the gate. The young blonde’s tight jeans accented the perfect shape of her bottom as she bent forward to rest her elbows on the top of the gate. No panties, of course. It would be a sin to spoil the smooth curves of such delightful buttocks with their tell-tale line. Janet ran her tongue slowly across her upper lip. If the car didn’t arrive soon she would be dragging Lisa into the field and tearing those jeans from her lovely body.
    She touched herself between the legs and began gently to caress the prominent, fleshy mound covered only by the thin denim. Lisa stepped up on to the lowest spar of the rickety gate and leant further forward so that her weight coaxed it to glide slowly open. Janet rubbed herself harder as she gazed at her friend’s beautiful bottom.
    The blonde suddenly jumped to the ground. ‘There’s a car coming! I can hear it!’
    Janet slipped from the wall and walked to the gate. She could hear the low murmur of a big, powerful vehicle and the hiss of tyres on the road. ‘Let’s hope it’s for us,’ she said.
    ‘It must be,’ said Lisa as she