It Was Sheer Relief, That There Wasn’t A Major Disaster :
When I heard of the accident, I immediately went to check to see what had happened to the train and the passengers that were on it, to see if they were all ok.
When I got there, the train driver was in a daze and thankfully, looking around, none of the passengers seemed to be hurt, most, just in abit of shock.
When I was finally able to get some sense out of the driver, I found out that the train had failed to take the bend in the tracks and it had derailed itself.
I then asked why this had happened and with a reddened face and his head bowing down, he told me that he had been distracted by something up ahead on the tracks, that he had tooted the whistle a number of times and it was then @ that moment, that the train derailed as it rounded the sharp bend in the tracks. He said that he had seen a woman up ahead who looked to be in her late twenties to early thirties, she was squatting down on the tracks and was facing towards him. He said that she had straight long brown hair, was wearing some kind of checkered top and a denim skirt. He said that if he had to, he could easily find her, as she was wearing some very distinctive shoes, which were white and had shiny metal diamond like studs all over the leather straps.
I left him and started to walk up the train tracks to where he had pointed out this mystery person. About thirty or so paces along, I found a crumpled up piece of white personal handy towel tissue, like a woman would keep in her purse or pocket of her cloths. It had been cast to the ground about a foot away from the tracks and when I searched the area. I found that the train tracks were all wet with some kind of liquid.
I then picked up the crumpled wet looking tissue and slowly brought it up to my nose and once I did, my keen senses immediately pieced together what series of events had happened, that led the train to derail.
As I sniffed the crumpled handy towel tissue, I imagined in my mind just what the train driver had seen as he came up to the bend in the tracks.
I imagined him sitting there @ the controls of the park’s mini scale model train, as it rumbled along the tracks in through the dense woodland area. He would have @ some point looked up ahead and had seen the woman he had described to me. She would have been there, squatting right over the thin metal train tracks, when she would have heard the rumble of the train coming towards her. I imagined the sudden rush of feelings that would have then gone through her mind, as she strained her eyes to try and see what it was that was coming rapidly towards her.
I imagined the sight, as she quickly looked back down between her spread open thighs and of the sudden frantic look on her face. She would have been squatting there after having casually looked around, to see if anyone else was about and having not seen anyone, she had then proceeded to squat down over the thin metal tracks. Once she had then lowered herself, she had reached down, as she splayed open her bare thighs, her fingertips then touching the swelled curve of her panties crotch and feeling the seeping dampness that was slowly spreading through the thin material that covered her pussey mound. She would have, I imagine, must have been feeling quite apprehensive @ that moment, with a fear of possibly being caught and a fear that she had no other option that would allow her to go any further from where she was.
I imagined her fingers then tucking sideways, in under the elasticated edge of her panties as she squatted there and then would have proceeded to pull @ the material of her panties, until her jet black, hair covered pussey mound would been exposed to the soft light that was filtering down through the tree’s above her. I imagined her fingertips then being slid along the length of her black hair covered pussey slit in some sort of momentary self denial, that she wasn’t in such a rush to relieve herself, but only to find the warming liquid already seeping out onto her manicured fingertips. Each fingertip now clearly dripped with a wetness that she was so familiar with, as this wasn’t the first time that she had found herself in this kind of situation before. Tiny droplets of golden coloured pee could clearly be seen dripping off of her fingers and splashing down onto the thin metal train tracks below her, with some of the droplets falling and wetting the metal track, which immediately had the effect of changing the lite colour of the dull, rusty metal track to one of a darker glistening iron luster.
I then imagined the sight of her face relaxing, as she released the strained pelvic muscles which had been strained to the point of bursting. The wet looking crotch of her panties which had been pulled to one side of her black hair covered, plump lipped pussey, a visual reminder of how close she had been to a complete, possibly embarrassing disaster. She would have looked between her spread open thighs, with her panties pulled to one side, as she eagerly awaited the moment to come. The moment when she would finally be free of the built up pressure within her body.
She would have looked down to see the initial stream of golden liquid, as it escaped out from between her pussey lips, to then form a solid flow in a cast arc downwards, out in front of her open thighs. She would have seen some of the strands of her jet black pussey hair start to form in small grouped tasseled strands, as her escaping pee had to pass through them. She would have felt some of her pee slipping down, sliding down into the wedged skin of her ass cheeks. The warmed trickle then dripping off from the dark brown, crinkled skinned cavity of her now exposed asshole. It too then finding dry ground beneath her squatting heeled feet. She had made sure beforehand, that she had lifted her dark blue denim skirt up above her ass cheeks, just in case there was any chance of some of her pee accidentally splashing or dripping onto it. She didn’t want to then have to walk around later on with a curious wet patch @ the hem line of her skirt, which someone might clearly guess was from, seeing as it was a very hot, dry day.
She would have watched the pool of liquid quickly forming between her heeled feet and some of the golden stream casting an arced, sun drenched, glistening flow across the thin metal train tracks just in front of her. She would have been then in mid flow of her relief, when she would have then first heard of the impending alarm coming towards her. Instant fear would have consumed her, as she then quickly somehow managed to reach for the personal handy towel tissue she had with her. In a split second, she was trying in a vain attempt, to stop the glistening flow of pee that was flowing out in front from between her open bare thighs. She reached down with her tissue grasped in her hand, as she fort to stem the flow that was still freely flowing out from between her hair covered pussey lips. She would have then heard the loud blaring sound of the trains whistle repeatedly tooting out, as the train rumbled along the thin metal tracks and of which, she could feel the increasing vibration through her heeled feet which were placed on the thin metal tracks.
She would have then applied a considerable amount of pressure to the held tissue, as she passed it up from her wedged ass cheeks, up over and along the length of her wet, pussey hair covered pussey slit. Golden coloured pee then still managing to escape in intermittent bursts, as she fort to control her inner muscles.
She would have just managed to stop the flow of pee and dry herself off between her open bare thighs, as the train neared the sharp bend in the tracks between her and the train quickly approaching it.
It would have been then, that the train driver first caught sight of her, squatting there over the tracks as she faced towards him. His confident, smiling face from the people’s cheers heard, as they sat riding the mini train under his control, his face then suddenly changing to a straining alertness of something up ahead of him on the tracks.
His eyes would have widened, as he quickly focused his gaze @ the woman squatting there up ahead on the train tracks, as his hand instinctively reached for the handle of the steam powered whistle.
He would have seen the strange woman squatting there, as she faced towards him and of the glistening flow that was splashing out from between her bare, spread open thighs. He would have seen her quick hand movement of something white held in her hand, as she frantically moved it up the dark patch of hair that covered her exposed pussey lips.
He would have then forgotten, to do his job as a train driver, to put the emergency brakes on, or slow down for the sharp corner, as seeing this woman squatting there on the train tracks, it wouldn’t be something which one would get to see on any day of the week normally.
The train driver would have been obviously, clearly distracted by this sight. Of some strange woman squatting there on the tracks ahead of him, while she relieved herself of golden coloured pee onto the thin metal train tracks, of seeing her jet black pussey hair glistening with pee in the hot afternoon sun and which covered just barely visible plump fleshy pussey lips.
He then would have heard the unmistakable noise. The noise of the trains engine’s wheels, as they fort to stay in contact with the thin metal tracks. He instantly then would have been brought back to his senses, but too late in doing so.
In an instant, the fast moving train would have derailed off from the tracks as it failed to take the sharp bend. The force of which caused the driver to lurch forward in his seat, his head then banging against the metal cover, the covering in which the steam engine was housed under it.
The drivers last coherent thoughts before becoming dazed, would have been of seeing something small and white being cast out of the woman’s hand, it then landing onto the ground beside her, as she quickly raised herself up off from the thin metal tracks. He would have seen her fingers pull @ the material of her panties, her panties being pulled over her exposed, jet black pussey hair covered pussey mound, just as her dark denim skirt began to fall back down over her bare ass cheeks and upper, parted bare thighs.
I walked back along the tracks, past where the driver had last seen the strange woman ahead of him. It was took about five minutes of walking until I caught sight of a lone woman who seemed to be walking in an almost running pace up ahead of me, quickly walking beside the thin metal tracks, back to where the mini train station platform was.
I watched her ass cheeks quickly and repeatedly swaying from side to side under that dark denim skirt her wore, the swaying as a result of her quickened pace. I held the still damp, small white tissue in my hand and brought it up to my nose one last time. The unmistakable aroma of her pee’s scent imbedded into the damp tissue.
It was then, that I called out to her. “Stop!!!!!!…………, stop right there.”, I said to her in a loud enough voice, that she turned her head back towards me. She slowly then stopped ahead of me and I watched her face quickly redden as I approached closer to her. Her head lowered as I finally caught up to where she had stopped by the tracks.
I cast my eyes up and down her body while she dared not let her eyes catch sight of mine. Once I stopped, I said in an authoritative voice, ” I believe this is yours, I think you dropped it back there by mistake on the tracks.”
I held out my open palmed hand, as I watched her eyes slowly lift up enough, that I knew that she was able to see what it was, that I was holding. I knew that right @ that very moment, that she was able to see the small crumpled piece of paper tissue in my open hand and of the golden coloured, damp stain which had saturated the individual layers of it.
Her face now went beetroot red, as she knew that I knew what had just happened minutes before, further back on the train tracks.
Slowly, she held out her hand, as I placed the damp, golden pee covered tissue from mine to her hand, I said in my last comment to her, ” lucky that it was only a tissue that you dropped, had it been anything else more solid and mistakenly dropped, there might have been the chance of a major derailment happening and we wouldn’t want that to happen, would we? That’s why there is a sign @ the platform for all visitors to remain @ the station and not wander off into the woods.”
She kept her head held low and didn’t say a word in reply. She simply closed her fingers gently around the damp tissue, she turned and continued to then walk back towards the train platform where more people had gathered to wait for the next train ride which now wasn’t going to happen.