Getting Paid for It

This happened in the summer holidays after I had done my 'A' levels while I was waiting to go to uni. I'm nearly 60 now so this must've been 1973.

I had been out with some girl friends for the evening and we had all been drinking heavily. I had gone into town on the train as I didn't want to drink and then have to drive home. We came out the pub at closing time and it was only then I realized how drunk I was. I had to take off my high heels and even walking barefoot down the street, it felt like the pavement was made out of rubber. My friends helped me to the station as I think I must have been worse than most of them but they just left me there to wait for my train alone.

I was sat on a seat and I suppose I was pretty careless about how I sat being so drunk. I was wearing a really short dress and as it was such a warm day I had gone bra-less and I have quite big boobs with large nipples. Back in the pub I had gone to the ladies and in a silly mood, I had taken off my knickers and put them in my handbag for a dare. It was because of that all the others had to buy me drinks, that's how I ended the evening totally drunk.

Anyway, sat on this seat, a bloke came and sat alongside me. I smiled at him and he said; 'How much?'
'For what?' I said.
'For a quickie'
'A quickie?'
'Yeah, you know,' he smiled and winked. It was then the penny dropped. Well I was half afraid but the other half of me was also very excited. I could hardly speak, just gave a nervous giggle. 'So, how much then,' he goes, reaching for his wallet. With that he took out a wad of notes. 'Ten? Okay twenty.' I didn't say anything so he kept going till he got to thirty. At that point I thought, why not. So I said where did he want to go to do it. He asked me where I was going and I told him and he said he was catching the same train but would be getting off two stops after me. So we agreed I would sit on his lap on the train.

So that's what we did. He helped me on to the train and we found a seat in a near empty carriage and I sat on his lap. He unzipped himself and pulled out a really hard knob and I stroked it while we kissed and then I just opened my thighs and he eased it into me and I began bouncing up and down gently. Just then the guard came along and it felt so dirty with this stranger inside me as I fumbled in my bag to find my ticket.

The guard went on his way and I resumed my grinding and he soon shot his load. He told me I was wonderful and asked for my phone number which I refused to give him but he still gave me the thirty pounds. After that I got up and went to the toilet and cleaned myself up as best I could but still didn't put my knickers on.

It was great not having to walk home from the station as I could easily afford the £2 for a taxi. It was only next morning I realized what a dangerous thing it was to have done. I thought about it a lot but came to the conclusion it was no different to going out with a bloke for an evening and being bought lots of drinks and a nice meal and then opening your thighs for him at the end of the night out. It was a more honest transaction really, what I had done. I got myself on The Pill before I went to uni and I became a discreet naughty girl many times over the three years. It sure made my life easier financially and I got to like it so never gave it up even after I got married I would still do the odd 'trick' more for excitement than the money, although it helped.

By Anonymous

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