The Amorous Agatha Christie 04 - Sex Stories

The Amorous Agatha Christie 04

... same moment, a voice from within the next compartment called out.

The conductor scurried off again, to knock at the door where the light was showing. Berth ten where the Swedish lady slept. Agatha returned to bed and switched off the light. He glanced at her travel clock. 1.45.

x

Agatha was again awoken in the small hours, this time by a loud and persistent knocking on the door of her compartment. She draped her coat over herself and opened up.

"Madam Christie. Might I have a discreet word?"

"It's a bit irregular but do enter."

The half-naked author let the stranger in and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Monsieur Bouc, Director of the train operator Compagnie Internationale des Wagons-Lits. I am merely a traveler on the train with you but something serious and alarming has occurred that demands attention and I ask you for assistance."

"And how exactly may I help?"

"You are of course well known for your crime novel and unique ways of detection. There is a mystery onboard the train and you are the perfect person to solve it. I am aware of your methods. This is the ideal case for you."

"And what kind of mystery do you refer to?"

"It is too incredible to discuss. Instead, I must show you. So you accept?"

"Very well, I agree."

"C'est entendu. We are all at your service."

"Just let me get dressed."

x

Ten minutes later Agatha entered Berth Eight and saw that it was now empty.

"This is the ...

... compartment of Hildegarde Schmidt, a German subject. She sounded the alarm first. The steward Pierre was the first on the scene and he alerted me."

"Oui, Madam," said the uniformed fellow. "She was, 'ow you say, screaming like the banshee."

"Where is she now?"

Bouc stuck a thumb over his shoulder.

"In another carriage in a most distressed state. See here, Madam."

Agatha perceived the mess of the woman's clothing. She followed the man's finger and saw a pair of her undergarments lying on the top. Agatha picked them up and held them to her nose, drawing in that aroma of the crotch. But that scent was faint compared to the other stronger smell of male semen.

"I see. A man has broken in and ejaculated in the woman's garments. How gross!"

She felt the crotch and gasped. The garment was awash with spunk. A lot!

"Heavens! The culprit is quite singular. The consensus is that the average volume of ejaculate is up to one teaspoon. In general, younger males do tend to have more forceful ejaculations. But this is quite unique. In more accurate terms, the average volume of ejaculation is roughly 2-5 cubic centimetres. Whoever did this produced nearly TEN ccs. Remarkable."

The bemused redhead jiggled the underwear and saw the excessive amount of cum puddle in the crotch.

"There is more, Madam. Follow me."

Bouc led Christie to the berth of Greta Ohlsson, the Swedish subject. The same monstrous misdemeanour had occurred and the woman's underwear had been similarly ...