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When my friend Emma came round the other day, I had no idea she was going to give me some great material for a story. I am certain it’s a true story. Partly because we go way back and she would never lie to me and partly because I could see that she was reliving the events as she told them to me. I hope you enjoy it and I hope Emma thinks I’ve done justice to her sexy tale. Sorry it’s so short but I just managed to squeeze this in. A little bit about Emma. She’s about five feet five with shoulder-length mousy brown hair and lovely green eyes. She is quite slim but has a lovely curvy figure and her boobs tend to stand out because of her tiny waist. She is one of my original buddies from college and is one of my closest friends. Emma had graduated in the June of 2011 and like most students was faced with a huge debt and whatever the big wide world had to offer. She probably should have gone looking for work but her parents had paid for her to go to Barcelona for a few days by Euro star from Paris. Obviously, it’s quicker to fly but Emma has liked railway journeys ever since she was a kid. She joined the train in Paris after taking the Euro star from St.Pancras and was shown to a nice two berth sleeping car by the conductor. It had lovely crisp white sheets on the beds and there was a little shower (with the emphasis on little) and a wash basin. She was unpacking her night things when the compartment Ümraniye Escort door opened again and the conductor arrived with another passenger. Emma was half hoping she would have the car to herself but she didn’t mind sharing too much. When she saw her travelling companion she did a double take. There was that instant familiarity about her face and for a second or two Emma couldn’t recall where she knew her from. The other girl had long brown hair and lovely, soft brown eyes. She smiled at Emma, who must have looked a bit crazy, staring as she was. “Hi. Nice little sleeping car isn’t it?” Said the girl. Emma was sure she was talking to her favourite weather girl off the BBC. “Yes, ummm are you Amy?” Asked Emma. “Yes, that‘s right,” said the girl bashfully. “I knew it. Wait till I tell my friends. We all think you’re so cool! I‘m Emma by the way.” “Ah thank you Emma!” “What are you doing on here?” Asked Emma. “Ummm…going to Barcelona?” “Oh yeah sorry…I’m just so excited. I can’t believe I’ve met Amy —-” “Awww you’re so sweet,” said Amy. “Maybe we could go for a glass of wine or something later?” Suggested Emma. “Ooh yes, I would like that,” said Amy. The girls continued to unpack their bags and Emma had to pinch herself. She was actually sharing with one of the top TV weather girls. Emma thought to herself, how pretty Amy was in real life. She had such a lovely Ümraniye Escort Bayan complexion and her brown eyes were so sexy. Emma was more bicurious than anything, although she has dabbled with me and Laura a bit. But suddenly she had a shiver of naughtiness as her mind went into over time. Amy was dressed in a dark, figure-hugging dress. Her pert little bum and her perky tits looked so good and Emma found herself glancing at her every few seconds as she lay her clean bra and panties out for the morning. “The shower’s a bit small,” said Emma, making any small talk she could think of. “Yes, couldn’t share that very well, could you?” Said Amy. “Oh… ha ha no.” The very idea of sharing a shower with the sexy little TV girl made Emma’s nipples stiff. Amy looked at her and smiled sweetly. She glanced at Emma’s clean underwear, which was laid out on the side. “Nice little pink set,” she commented. “Oh thank you. I like pink knickers,” said Emma. “They’re just off the peg in H&M.” “Ooh I like La Senza,” said Amy. “Me too, but I’ve just graduated and I’m skint.” The train began to pull out of the station and Amy looked at Emma with a slightly mischievous expression on her face. “I’ll let you in on a secret if you like?” Said Amy. Emma looked at her and nodded, wondering what she was going to reveal. “OK… go on then!” “Sometimes when I go on air I don’t wear any Escort Ümraniye knickers.” “Really! I bet all the guys would love to know that!” Exclaimed Emma. “Yeah I bet… are you shocked?” “Not really shocked…but you just seem so normal. Because you’re on TV, I expect you to be… I don’t know.” “I hope I’m normal!” Said Amy. The girls laughed. They chatted for a while as the train hurtled at 200mph through the French countryside. Emma felt like she had known Amy for years and they were getting on like proper friends. “How about we go for that glass of wine?” Said Amy. “Ooh yes! Definitely.” “Or maybe we could bring the bottle back here. What do you think?” Amy suggested. So the girls made their way down to the buffet car, which was busy with diners, some of whom looked very posh, according to Emma. They queued for a while and Emma stood behind Amy. She couldn’t help but get a whiff of Amy’s perfume and more than once Amy’s bum pressed into Emma as the train swayed. “Oops! It’s going so fast!” Said Amy, as they waited to be served. “Yes, I’m not feeling you up, it’s the train,” said Emma. Amy looked at Emma and then looked down, as if suddenly shy. “It’s OK,” she said. They eventually reached the front of the queue and took the bottle of Chardonnay back to their sleeping car with two glasses. The barman had uncorked the bottle and just pushed it a little way back. Emma filled the glasses and handed one to Amy. “Cheers!” Said Amy, as the glasses clinked. “To a nice journey!” Said Emma. They sipped the wine and sat on their own beds. “Maybe you should come and sit next to me,” said Amy. “OK then.” Emma perched herself on Amy’s bed and she looked into Amy’s eyes. “You’re so pretty,” said Emma. “So are you.

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