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On the Track

By: fieryjen



"I'm cold," I complained to my best friend Jessica while we climbed up the steep hill to the track and field stadion. 

"Don't complain, Jenna" was all she said. "You're about to meet the ultimate superstar of my college, so enjoy it."

I sighed. "Listen, I realize you're proud you know Alan Webb and all, but can't we meet him when he's done running and comes back down?"

"No, because Amber and Sarah are waiting for us up there. Besides, he looks pretty hot while he runs."

I rolled my eyes and continued climbing until we had finally reached the top. Jessica led me through a small gate to the inside of the stadion, where three runners struggled on the track, and two girls sat in the bottom row of the huge bleachers. 

"The blond one is Amber and to her right, that's Sarah," Jessica introduced them as we came closer. I gave both girls a smile, which they returned. 

"So, what do you think of our running phenomenon?" Sarah asked me with a grin while Jessica and I sat down. I turned to the track. It was obvious which of the three guys was Alan, because the other two runners were black. The "running phenomenon" had a rather red face at the moment, and his hair and workout clothes were dark with sweat. 

"Umm... very nice," I said, which made all three girls giggle. Then we sat there in silence, watching Alan do his cooldown routine, walking around, stretching. He was alright looking and had very nice muscles (a thing I really liked), but after a while I got bored watching him and glanced at the three girls sitting next to me. I found it rather embarrassing how they stared at Alan, their eyes gleaming with admiration. The blond Amber was the prettiest, and she seemed to like Alan the most. Occasionally, she would let out a theatrical sigh and whisper "isn't he gorgeous?" and Jessica and Sarah would nod. I started to feel completely out of place. 

Fially, Alan and the two black guys were done and packed their things. Amber, Jessica and Sarah joined them uninvitedly on their way down the hill, with me tagging along. 

"Alan!" Amber smiled enthusiastically at the poor guy and put her arm around him. "You were brilliant today!"

"Um, thanks," he said, sounding like he'd rather have his peace. Amber didn't let it bother her. "Do you want to eat supper with us tonight, Alan?"

"Can't," he said, looking glad that he had an excuse. "I've been invited already."

"Ooh, that's too bad!" Amber exclaimed. "You're always so much fun, Alan! But what about tomorrow?" 

"I guess I can think about it," Alan sighed. I looked at one of the black guys and saw him trying to hide his grin. It made me wonder if Amber acted like that around Alan all the time. 

"So that's what you are?" I asked Jessica when we were alone in her room later. "His... his fanclub? My gosh, that's so disgraceful!"

"Why are you saying that?" Jessica was obviously hurt. "Alan is a wonderful person, and...."

"And Amber seems to be pretty good at annoying the heck out of him," I interrupted. "The guy only wanted to be left alone."

"You don't even know him half as well as we do," Jessica argued. "How can you make any judgements about him?" 

"I'm not making any..."

When I heard the door open, I turned around to look directly into Amber's face. She looked pissed off. 

"Are you guys arguing about Alan?"

"Yeah," Jessica nodded, knowing Amber would defend her sweetheart no matter what. "Jenna thinks we're bothering him."

Amber stared at me with cold eyes. "That doesn't surprise me. She's jealous, so no wonder she is trying to bitch around."

"That's ridicculus," I told her calmly. "I'm not bitching around, I'm stating a fact."

"You can stick your so called fact whereever you want to, Jenna," Amber spat. "You don't have the right to judge me or Alan or anyone else here, so you better shut up before I have to hurt you, alright?"

That made me laugh. I was taller than Amber and probably also weighed about ten pound more than she did, and I'd done Judo for years. There was no way she could seriously hurt me. 

She seemed to realize that, and my laughter made her blush in anger. 

"You're an ignorant little tart, Jenna!" she hissed. "No wonder you haven't got a boyfriend, or any real friends, for that matter. Jessica has told me quite a few things about you, and now I can see that you're nothing but a pathetic bitch!"

That was like a slap in the face. I turned to Jessica, staring at her. She looked back uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to the other. "What did you tell her about me?" I wanted to know. "I thought we were friends. I thought we wouldn't give away each other's secrets."

"Like that one time in high school, when you tried to give your teacher a blowjob?" Amber said quietly behind me. She sounded satisfied. "But he wouldn't accept it, and you got suspended for a while."

My cheeks were burning. "You told her that?" I couldn't believe Jessica would do such a thing. "You promised you'd never ever tell anyone!" 

"Yeah, I know..." Jessica looked down. "I just... oh, forget it Jenna. We haven't been best friends for a while, after all."

I just stared.

"Or that other time," Amber continued, "when the football players where in the showers and you sneaked in and..."

"You're such a bitch," I hissed at Jessica while Amber continued to spill everything I never wanted anyone to know. I didn't want to listen to it any longer and left the room, banging the door. 

I walked around for quite a while, pissed off at my ex best friend and at that bitch Amber. I still couldn't believe Jessica had done such a thing to me. I tried to think of something to get back at them, but nothing came to my mind. 

Somehow I ended up climbing the hill again that had the track and field stadion on top of it. From there, I enjoyed the fabulous sight on the whole campus and the village below. It was late afternoon, and then sun was touching the horizon already, dipping everything into an orange light. It looked breathtaking. I just stood there, hands in my pockets, trying to forget about Jessica and Amber because they really weren't worth bothering. 

When I heard the gate closing with a squeak, I turned around to find Alan standing there with his sports bag, looking uncertain when he discovered me. Then, he just shrugged his shoulders and walked past me to set his bag down on the bleachers. I followed him. 

"Alan!" I called his name. 

He turned around, looking unhappy. "Yes?"

I walked until I was standing right in front of him, then I smiled. 

"Err... it's just, I don't want you to think that I'm the newest addition to your fanclub or something. I'm simply visiting my friend Jessica for a week, and I didn't realize she was so... obsessed with you when she brought me up here." For some reason, my cheeks flushed when he gave me a skeptical look. Then, suddenly, he grinned broadly. 

"Sorry about that," he laughed. "I didn't mean to be so unfriendly, but I really did think you'd be stalking me as well. What's your name?"

"I'm Jenna. It's alright, I understand. I'd probably be throwing things at them if I was you."

He laughed and sat down in the bleachers, untying his shoes. I stood next to him, somehow uncertain what to say.

"Amal and Jacob keep saying I'm way too polite," Alan suddenly picked up the conversation again. "I don't mind fans and all but it does get annoying as hell."

"Amal and Jacob?"

"The guys who ran with me earlier," he explained. 

"Oh, I see." I tried to change topics. "So you sneak up here and run so they can't come up and stare at you?"

"Exactly." He grinned up at me. He had a funny, cheery grin, I realized. It was so cute that I felt forced to smile back. 

"Why don't you sit down?" he invited me, and I sunk down on the bleachers next to him. 

While he took his running shoes out from his bag, I let my eyes glide over his body, which was wrapped only in short track pants and a tight shirt. Muscles were one thing that could make me totally fall for a guy, and Alan was pretty darn delicious. He had broad shoulders and just about the nicest arms I had ever seen in real life. I let out a quite sigh, and looked quickly at my hands when Alan turned back around to me. 

"What were you doing up here anyway?" he wanted to know while he put the running shoes onto his feet. "Got bored with the fanclub?" He flashed me another smile. I smiled back.

"We had an argument, actually. You know Amber, the girl is so obsessed with you, and she... ." I couldn't but interrupt myself, when suddenly, the perfect idea to get back at Amber came to my mind. I could only wonder why I hadn't gotten it earlier. It really was the most obvious thing. 

"She what?" Alan asked, seemingly interested. 

"Oh, it's not really important," I lied. "I honestly don't want to spend my time talking about Amber."

"Oh, well, I don't either." Another grin. Damn, those were cute. 

"She's actually asked me out about ten times already. I can't believe she doesn't get it. I'm so glad most of the people here are more considerate." He looked up at me while tying his shoes, and I smiled at him. 

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked carefully.

"No." He looked disappointed. "Unfortunately not. That would make it a lot easier to brush her off. You know, everyone's right: I really am too polite, but I can't help it." He stood up from the bleachers. "It just makes me feel bad when I'm unfriendly."

I smiled when he walked onto the track aand started a really slow warmup lap. He was lonely, well, good for me. And he was pretty hot. Things didn't look too bad.

When Alan had finished his warm up laps, he came back to me while he stretched so we could talk a little more. he asked me what college I went to, we compared out majors, and he told me about a few fascinating moments in his track carreer. That was when I finally realized what an outstanding runner Alan Webb actually was. And what else I liked about him, he tried to tell me all that without sounding like he was bragging. 

Then, he ran another few laps, this time a little faster, but after the third one, when he was back on my side of the track, he suddenly stopped, clutching his thigh. 

"Fuck," he swore, which made me grin while I stood up and ran towards him to see if I could help. By the time I stopped next to him, he was slowly massaging the outside of his thigh.

"Can I help you in any way?" 

He shook his head. "I've just got a little cramp, it happens to me really fast when I do a sloppy warmup-"

I reached out anyway, my hands touching his warm skin just above the knee and gently beginning to knead his thigh. I worked my way a little higher, smiling again when I realized what kind of opportunity this really was. 

"Why don't you sit down on the bleachers and let me help you?"I suggested. "My mom's a massage therapist, I know how to do this." That was a downright lie, my mom was a secretary, but I knew I wasn't that bad with my hands. He agreed reluctantly, and when he walked back to the bleachers with me, though he walked normally, I cound see how his face screwed up just a little bit whenever he put weight on his left leg. 

I let him sit down and knelt in front of him, sliding my hands up and down his thigh, enjoying the feeling of his skin in my hands. Then I started to gently work the muscles, finally finding the one that was a lot harder than the others. While my right hand gently worked this muscle, my left hand payed special attention to the inside of his thigh, and I noticed that after a bit, my hands so close to his cock seemed to make him nervous. When I looked up, he smiled down at me, saying: "You're pretty good at this."

"I'm glad you're... enjoying it." I left a little break on purpose, while my eyes locked with him and I gave him a meaningful look. 

I noticed that although it was rather cold by now, he had a bit of sweat on his upper lip. 

Then I concentrated again on the work my hands had to do, starting to caress rather than massage the sore muscle - I wanted him to relax, not whince in pain when my hands were to hard on his thigh by accident. When I looked back up, he was enjoying my doing with closed eyes, and I smiled as my hands moved closer and closer towards his pants, finally even slipping under the thin material. He siged, obviously liking what I did, and I was satisfied whan I noticed the bulge in his pants grow bigger. 

While my left hand kept on caressing his inside thigh, I traced with two fingers of my right hand the outline of Alan's cock through his pants. 

He gasped and his eyes flew open.

"Relax, Alan," I told him in a calm voice while giving him my most seducive look. "I'm only trying to make you feel better."

He opened his mouth to protest, but when I started to slowly massage his bulge, he changed his mind and closed it again, and I gave him another sweet smile. 

Finally, when his cock had grown rather large under my hand, I raised my left hand to his belly, slipping it under his shirt to softly stroke his upper body, before my fingernails traced along his pants and slipped inside, taking out Alan's cock.

While my hands started to stroke it slowly, I looked up again to find Alan staring. 

"You've got a nice cock," I smiled, flicking my tongue at the head. He moaned, then bit his lip. I noticed that his breathing was slightly accelerated. 

I kept stroking, swirled my tongue around the head at the same time, then brought my lips down to it and sucked gently. I heard another low moan, and suddenly felt Alan's hand stroking my hair. My left hand reached out to massage his balls very carefully while my tongue glid up and down his shaft, paying special attention to the underside and producing more moans. I did that for a while, and when I heard Alan's by now very heavy breathing, I flicked my tongue at the head again, several times, while still fondling his balls with my hand. I could tell it drove him crazy. 

I let go of him, looked up into his half closed eyes another time, then wet my lips and took him into my mouth as far as I could. He groaned, losing his self control and thrusting into me. I gave him an encouraging look, and he continued, fucking my mouth like he hadn't had a pleasure like this for the longest time. Both of his hands were now entangled in my hair, pulling my head against him every time he thrust back into me, and he was moaning with intense pleasure. He didn't warn me when, with one final thrust, he came deep in my throat, and I hurried to swallow his load. The swallowing motion of my throat gave his cockhead some further stimulation, and he groaned deeply again, before I slowly pulled away, letting his now softening cock glide out of my mouth. 

For a few seconds he seemed like in a daze, but then he grabbed my wrists. "Jenna, that was... amazing."

I smiled at him happily from below, seeing the thankfulness in his eyes. Then I pulled myself up and kissed him deeply, my tongue parting his lips and exploring his mough eagerly. He moaned, this time rather quietly, and started to return the kiss. I withdrew my tongue and started to suck on his lower lip, and I felt his hands let go of my wrists and reach out to touch me. He grabbed first my hips, then let his hands glide further up, over my stomach to my breasts. I couldn't help moaning when he pinched my nipples through the fabric of my shirt, then started to knead both of my breasts. I pulled away from the kiss.

"Alan, this feels so good..."

He smiled at me and I smiled back, grabbing his shirt. "May I...?"

He let go of my breasts and raised his arms, leaving it to me to pull his shirt over his head. 

I admired his gorgeous body for a moment, before I dropped his shirt and let my hands run all over his muscular chest. Then I leaned down to carefully suck his nipples, one after the other and very slowly. My hands glid back down to his crotch, just to realize that he was back to being rather excited. I rubbed his cock slowly and gently while my lips were all over his chest. Then my left hand shortly got tangled in his pants, and annoyed I decided to get rid of them completely. I used both my hands to grab the fabric, giving him a look until he realized what I wanted to do and raised his hips off the bleachers. I yanked his pants down and he kicked them off his feet. Taking one admiring look at him, I realized he was now completely naked, except for his socks and running shoes. And, maybe because he was a runner, this looked incredibly sexy. 

He was breathing hard now, and after a while I realized it was the cold air on his naked skin that made him. He stood up and pulled me up with him, then suddenly kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth while we both moaned with enjoyment. 

Then he let go and looked at me.

"Now why am I the only one of us naked and shivering miserably here?" he asked me with a grin, and I laughed. "Don't worry, you won't be the only one naked any longer..." With that I pulled my shirt off and threw it behind him. "And you won't be shivering much longer either," I smiled while kicking my shoes off, "at least not from the cold."

With an animalistic groan he grabbed me again and kissed me hard while trying to open my pants. Finally he succeeded and pulled them down, leaving me to stand there in my underwear. 

The sun was almost completely down by now, leaving the sky tinted in pink, purple and orange, and us shivering slightly as we stood there on the field. We kissed some more, our hands exploring and massaging lovingly, then Alan reached around me to open my bra. A second later, he dropped it to the floor, revealing my medium sized breasts. 

"They're nice," Alan grinned as he bent down to taste them. I closed my eyes and moaned hungrilyas his lips touched my nipples and started to suck gently, and my hands settled on his hard cock again, stroking it. Then, Alan startled me when he knelt down and began to lick around my panties. The tip of his tongue found my clit through the silky material, and when he licked over it repeatedly I let out a gasp. His hands glid slowly up my thighs and settled on my ass, squeezing it tightly. His tongue worked my clit until my panties were soaking wet from his saliva. That was when he grabbed them and pulled them down, allowing me to stepout of them before he stood up and grabbed my hand. 

"What are you doing?" was all I managed to ask when he started to run across the track to the soft grass in the middle of the stadion, pulling me behing him. Here, he dropped himself and pulled me with him, until we were both lying on the grass, our arms around each other, breathing hard. We kissed, and then he dove down to my needing pussy again, sucking and licking until I was about to scream with lust. 

"Alan," I moaned, "Oh God Alan!... Please fuck me!... Please..."

I couldn't believe how horny that got him, he came back up, grinding himself against me, then he reached down with one hand to gently massage my clit. His other one was stroking my hair, and I wrapped my hands around his cock again while we looked deep into each other's eyes. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked me breathless. "Are you sure you want me to?"

I nodded, moaning so hard when his fingers discovered a sensitive spot that I was hardly able to speak. "Yes... Alan... please....... please fuck me..." My voice was only a whimper.

Alan withdrew his hands so he could grab me around the waist, in order to pull himself on top of me. I gasped when he lowered himself and his cockhead slid between my pussy lips, resting there as Alan kissed me deeply once again. Our tongues twisted around each other in heat, we both moaned, and then he entered me, moving his hips carefully. 

"Harder!" I begged him when I felt his hard cock filling me, and he fulfilled my wish with pleasure, thrusting harder and harder until he was inside me completely and I could feel his balls slap against me. I moaned loudly, enjoying the feeling, and held on to his shoulders as he fucked me groaning, feeling the grass I was lying on rub into my skin. "Jenna," he moaned, "oooh Jenna..." 


On the Track



"Alan...."

By now, neither of us felt the cold anymore. Sweat was trickling over Alan's forehead and was also developing between our upper bodies that kept rubbing onto each other. Alan slipped a hand between our bodies and his thumb caressed my aching clit. I moaned again, feeling my orgasm approaching. 

Alan's thrusts grew harder and faster as well, he also seemed to be close. I started to thrust my hips upwards to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure overwhelm me, and I held on to his shoulders tightly as the orgasm hit me, making me squirm while I felt him coming inside me.

"Alan..." I gasped when he pulled out of me and dropped into the grass next to me. 

"Jenna..." He slid his arms around me and held me tightly, and we lay there in the grass, shaking, waiting for our breathing to calm down at least a little bit. 

It took a while until I felt the cold air on my skin. The sun had vanished completely and it was just starting to grow dark. 

Alan rose, still shaking, and gave me a handup. We looked at each other for a while, completely speachless, until Alan finally broke the silence. 

"Thank you, Jenna."

"Thank YOU, Alan!"

We smiled at each other and walked back to the bleachers hand in hand so we could get dressed. It was with sadness that I saw Alan's delicious body vanish under his track clothes, because I knew that this would probably be the only time for us together.

When we were dressed, I couldn't suppress a grin. 

"Amber's gonna kill me."

Alan looked up at me with a grin. "Maybe she'd leave me alone if I had a...you know... girlfriend..."

I felt so happy that I had to pull him close for another kiss. 

"You want to have supper with me?" he asked me, wrapping his arms around me.

"Are you kidding me? Of course!"

We started to walk towards the gate, hand in hand. 

"I probably won't have much time for you though," Alan said suddenly. "You know, my running and all..."

"I don't care,"I told him. "I don't care, as long as our sex stays this great."

"No problem," he said snugly, making me giggle, and we kissed one last time before leaving the field.



On the Tracks



It was three in the afternoon on a Saturday, a time I would normally just be shaking myself awake and finishing my third cup of tea. Today, however, I was already finishing off my busy day. My girlfriend had gotten me to wake up early so we could eat lunch and then go out to a museum. If not for her encouragement, I would be sitting in front of my computer screen right now, dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt. It had certainly been an interesting, lively day, and the weather had also been good. I had eaten a full meal, and together with the warn sunshine and the gentle rumble of the bus, it was making me drowsy. I put my arm around Carrie and whispered in her ear.

"Thanks, honey."

"No, thank you. It was fun, don't you think?"

"Very fun. I am going to miss this town."

"Well, you certainly had enough chances to do things, this summer." there was a slight note of dissapproval in her voice.

"Guilty as charged. All during last year at college, I wished I was back here, doing all sorts of things...and then when I do come back, I turn into a prototypical loser twenty year old. But at least I did one good thing this summer.

"What's that?" she said, knowing the answer.

"Finally got together with you."

I had known Carrie for years, and had a crush on her at times. When I went away to college, I had put aside thoughts of relationship with her, since she was still in high school at the time. But this summer, when I realized that she would soon be going to college, I started to treat her as an adult love interest, and we had gotten together at the start of the summer, and admitted to each other that we had both thought about it for years. This had also given me my first real sexual experiences, besides for some drunken spin-the-bottle and casual rubbing in my stupid freshman year.

"That's so sweet." she said, and giggled. She leaned over against me, and put her hand on my chest. She slowly inched it upwards, until it was against my nipple. She nuzzled her face against mine. Without too much delay, I responded in kind, and soon I had two fingers lightly encircling her nipple. She giggled again, and knocked it away. 

"Not now...there are people watching!"

I looked around the bus. It wasn't full of people, and what people there were seemed to be deep into reading their newspapers. I moved my hand down, though, so it was touching Carrie's ribs right below her breast. I lightly bit her earlobe and whispered in her ear.

"But it's alright to touch MY nipple? When I get back to college, I am going to right a long paper on what a form of oppression this is."

"And you mind so terribly?" she pinched my nipple, which was already hard.

"Oh, not too much."

I moved my hand down lower, until it was laying on Carrie's skirt. She had dressed up for the trip to the museum, and I loved the texture of the black cotton skirt she was wearing. As I moved my hand along her skirt, I felt something. "Hmmm...what's that?" 

"That's my garter belt." she answered, straight-faced.

"Garter belt? Aren't those a silly porno thing? I didn't know women actually wore them."

"Well, we were going to the museum, I wanted to dress up a little. Just like I made you wear this." she ran her hand over my white dress shirt. "And these" she said, moving her hand over my black dress slacks.

"Will I get to see them?" I asked.

"Maybe." she whispered.

Our bus came to a stop at this point, so we got off the bus. At this point, standing up had the potential to cause embarassment for me. Once out in the warm air, however, the thoughts of lust dissipated, and I thought of just enjoying the warm day. It was still a short walk back to Carrie's house, but on a whim, I asked her if we could take the long way. 

"Sure. Why not?" she answered, and we went walking down the road, our hands lightly touching. We laughed and chatted. The birds chirped, and the bees hummed. I felt full of energy and sedate at the same time, and Carrie seemed to be sharing my mood. Her brows, which had a habit of getting knitted with anxiety, were unfurled, and she laughed easily. Everytime she laughed, it seemed to cause her smell to get knocked off her, intoxicating me with a scent even nicer than the warm summer smell. After a few minutes of this, I tightened my hand around her even more and reached over and gave her a kiss. She returned my kiss with ardor. After a few more minutes of this walking and kissing, we walked by the railroad tracks.

And here, I decided, on what seemed to be a whim, but was probably some part of my mind making plans, to lead Carrie and I this way on our journey back to her house. The minute we turned to walk down the old railroad tracks, the day moved fifteen degrees to the left. It was still pleasantly warm, but the tracks ran underneath some heavy trees with shrub to both sides, and it seemed a little cooler and shadier. It also seemed a little more wild. Carrie seemed happy enough with this. We continued our conversation as before, until a minute or so later, I saw something by the side of the tracks. Having spent most of my adolescence wandering around places like this, I recognized it immediatly.

"Hey, look at this." I said to Carrie, picking up what turned out to be part of a 1984 issue of Playboy. "You can find some great literature around these parts."

Carrie, after looking at me for a moment, grabbed the magazine out of my hands and started thumbing through it. She seemed a little bit uneasy at the physical dirt, but she was quite avid about looking on the inside of the magazine. She found the centerfold and stared at it intently. I thought she was going to reveal to me some deep lesbian desires, but she merely begin laughing and said. "Oh my! Look at that 80's hair!"

I looked, and past seeing the obvious attributes, had to admit that the rest of the woman looked a little bit silly and dated. "But look at the woman, otherwise. She actually has tanlines and pubic hair. And she isn't airbrushed."

Carrie looked again: "That is true. I guess I just have to pay closer attention. Although why aren't you paying that much attention to me?" she said, with a fake pout.

"Are you going to get into that pose?"

"Hmm...maybe." she said, reaching over and nibbling my lip.

"Well, then, lets continue with our walk..."

From this point onwards, we walked a little bit closer together. I kept my hand on Carrie's hip, and gently rubbed her through her skirt. My hand kept on returning to rub her garter belt. She giggled each time I did this, but after a few more minutes, the giggles took on a certain breathy quality to them.

"Well, what is this?" Carrie asked. She had spotted something else. She gently pulled my hand over to what she found. I could tell right away that it was another magazine, probably of a nature to make Playboy look mild. Its physical form seemed to match its content. It looked like it had been rained on and dried out several times. I kicked it open, revealing two pages that were still quite legible. They had a picture of a blond woman on a pink bed, holding herself open. And she was wearing, of course, a garter belt.

"So is this where guys get this garter belt thing?" she asked. 

"It's one of the places we do. Where do girls get their garter belt obsession?"

"Wanting to look like this..." she said, turning over a page. The next page featured the woman, this time holding her lips apart with one hand while working one finger into herself.

"I've never got to see you like that!"

"Well, now that you mention it..." and with that Carrie suddenly pulled up her skirt, showing me her nylons, the cute black lace garters holding them up, her pale white thighs and her fancy black panties. It took my breath away. I had actually gone pretty far with her before, but there was something about seeing her like this in the broad daylight, with cars passing not too far away, that made it seem so fantastic for me. I also loved the way she looked at me, her face was blushing red, but she looked at me with no embarassment, as if she knew exactly what she wanted. 

"Thank you." was all I could say.

"So, did you come to places like this often?" she asked, putting her skirt back down, and leaning in close to kiss me.

"All the time, actually. Before I had the internet, this is what I used."

"You would jack off out here?"

"In places like this, finding old porno mags...or old JC Penney's catalogs."

"I like thinking about that. In fact..."

"Yes?"

She looked at me sheepishly. 

"Do you want to watch?"

She nodded her head.

I shyly but eagerly opened up my pants, and took my penis out. It was of course hard.

"Well, I would open up the magazine like this..."

She cleared her throat.

"Oh, I have a live model, this time." she layed down on the ground in front of me, again. Normally I would have been concerned about her lying down on the gravel and dirt and weeds, but she didn't seem to mind, and neither did I. I was a little bit shy about masturbating in front of her, but the glint in her eyes, as well as the way her hands where running over her body, encouraged me to lose my inhibitions. Before one minute had gone by, I could already feel my testicles start to warmly tingle. "Hmmm, honey...I am going to come soon."

"Please do." she said, through heavy breathing.

"I want to watch you, too."

Carrie quickly complied with my request, pulling up her skirt again and working a finger under the elastic of her panties. Imagining what sensitive places she was touching, together with the sudden wrenching of her face, drove me over the edge, I lunged forward to kiss her deeply, while my semen splashed on her nylons, and thighs and panties.

A minute later, we were in each others arms, enjoying the dazed feeling of the afterglow. Or at least I was. 

"Sorry you didn't get to come, honey."

"It's okay. I feel sorry that you are a man and can only come once. I will come 5 times in the tub tonight thinking about this."

"And I am sorry about the clothing, too..."

"Well, what's the good of looking hot if you can't put it to use?"

"You always have an answer for everything, don't you?" I purred in her ear.

"And you always have the best questions and the best ideas." she answered.

"Although sometimes my best ideas happen without me knowing."

"Well, I would like to see what ideas you come up with when you plan."

"I can work on that..."

Our snuggling was cut short by the fact we had to get up and brush ourselves off before we were found by someone, but the memory of that encounter would stand out for me and Carrie long after that summer was over.



On the Trail



Tiffany had been waiting her whole life for a moment like this. Ever since her father had come back from his four and a half month long walk in the woods, she had been anxious to strap on her own hiking boots. Now, twelve years later, she was crossing the North Carolina state line, marking the completion of her first state along the Appalachian Trail.

"Only twelve more states to go!" she thought, adjusting her long blonde ponytail and hiking her dad's old backpack higher on her back. Tiffany's dad had left all his equipment to her in his will when he had died a month ago, prompting her to take a semester off of college to make the walk.

Tiffany took a deep sip out of her canteen and wiped the sweat off her neck. Even though it was fairly chilly, the long days always made her sweat, the effect of the sweat against her cold skin being a constant layer of goose bumps across her skin. It was starting to get dark, but she was only a few miles away from the next shelter, so she pressed on. By the time she finally saw the campsite, she was completely exhausted. 

"I think I'll skip dinner tonight," Tiffany thought, envisioning herself inside her warm sleeping bag. 

But as she approached the site, she noticed that she was not alone. She saw a shadow moving on the floor, turning in its sleep. As she drew even closer, she noticed that there wasn't just one shadow, there were two; and they definitely weren't sleeping. Tiffany heard soft moans and saw the shadows tumbling on top of each other. 

She was just about to call out when she thought better of it. She loved being out here on the trail, but she rarely saw other people, and she had felt so lonely sometimes. 

Tiffany crouched down and approached the shelter slowly, making as little noise as possible. She found a nesting place in a nearby bush close enough to see inside but far enough away that no one would see her. 

The shadows were a couple, a young woman with copper hair and a man with dark, curly locks. Tiffany watched as the man gently kissed the woman's neck, pushing her hair aside and nibbling on her ear. Tiffany was happy to see that she hadn't missed much; they hadn't even taken their clothes off yet. 

The woman bit her lip and let out a whimper while the man ran his tongue along her clavicle. He took his hands and inched them slowly up her stomach, stopping to pinch and tease her nipples before grabbing her shirt and lifting it over her head. The woman's ivory breasts fell to either side of her body. Tiffany noticed that the woman's pink nipples were tight and erect; they looked wonderful against her pale skin. The woman was curvaceous and full-figured, not like any other woman Tiffany had ever seen nude. Tiffany herself was slim with small breasts, as were all of her roommates, the only other women she had seen naked. But this woman was busty and had large hips. She wasn't fat, far from it, just a kind of ancient beauty, like something you would see in a Renaissance painting. 

The man flicked his tongue over the woman's nipples, teething them occasionally despite her soft protests. As he sucked on her right breast, he caressed her left breast with his hand, running his fingers gently along it. Occasionally he would give her breast a rough slap, and each time he did the woman would buck her hips wildly. 

Tiffany could see the bulge in his jeans, and she knew his cock must be very large. She could see the stitching around his zipper straining as his erection tried to free itself. She longed to run into the shelter and take his pants off, if only just to see how big he was. But no sooner had Tiffany thought that then the woman decided to take action for herself. She pulled the man up onto his knees and then sat up on her knees facing him, her hair falling down and covering her breasts. She pressed her chest against his toned body, kissing him deeply, pushing her tongue roughly down his throat. As she did this, her hands worked quickly to unfasten his belt, then the button of his pants, and finally to pull the zipper down. The woman kissed him even harder now as she pulled his jeans and his boxers off in one quick motion.

The man's cock bounced up, glad to finally be free of its constraints. Tiffany gasped out loud when she saw it; she had never seen one so large. It was probably nine inches long and two and a half inches across. The woman stared at his cock as hungrily as Tiffany did. The man rose to his feet and grabbed the back of the woman's head. She lowered her mouth to his testicles, sucking each one in turn before taking both of them into her mouth. The woman pushed his testicles around in her mouth with her tongue, the man groaning loudly in response. Then, the woman dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft until she reached the head, which dripped with anticipation. Her lips trembled as they parted against his cock, encasing first the head then making their way down the rest of his shaft. Tiffany watched as the woman pushed his dick half-way down her throat. 

"I know I could get it further in then that," Tiffany thought as she began fondling her own breasts. She had been getting increasingly wet as she watched the couple, and now she slipped her hand inside her shirt, pinching her nipples over her bra.

The woman continued to suck on the man's cock, saliva dripping off her chin as she worked furiously with her mouth, tongue and both hands to bring him to climax. One hand worked the shaft, covering the area that her mouth couldn't handle, while the other massaged his testicles. The man groaned louder and louder, mumbling "yes" and "just like that" every so often. Tiffany could tell that he was just about to come, but he pulled out early and pushed the woman down on her back.

"You can't have all the fun," he said with a smile as he bent over her hips. His lips went directly to her clit, and it was all Tiffany could take. She pushed her hand down her pants and rubbed herself over her panties before pushing them aside and dipping a finger inside herself. She bit her lip as she made a 'come hither' motion with her finger, hitting her g-spot hard. Tiffany watched the man licking and sucking on the woman's clit as the woman trembled underneath him. As he brought her to climax, Tiffany reached it as well, grunting quietly as she fell backward into the grass. Tiffany closed her eyes and just listened for a while, to the sound of the crickets and the leaves rustling in the breeze combined with the loud moans of the woman as she exploded in orgasm.

When she finally sat up again, the couple was already locked into each other. They had a smooth rhythm that proved they were familiar with each other, but there was also a raw energy between them which showed there was more than enough passion left in the relationship. As the man pushed himself in and out of the woman, Tiffany felt herself getting even wetter. The man began sucking on the woman's nipples again, and she curved her head around and nibbled on his neck. She moved her own hand down toward her clit and rubbed it in circular motions. The intensity was so great that she released his neck and moaned into his ear. Tiffany took her hand down to her own clit, mimicking the woman's motions in an effort to come with her, to connect to these strangers as they reached orgasm together.

The man's movements got faster and faster, his testicles hitting the woman's ass roughly while his dick made wet sounds inside her. Then, with a final push, he came inside her with a loud grunt just as the woman let out a long, deep moan, signaling that she had reached orgasm at the same instant. At the sound of their passion, Tiffany came too, gushing out of herself onto her panties. She reeled her head back as the second orgasm passed over her, making her light-headed. She could feel the vibration moving through her, coming straight from her center and reaching all the way out through her toes and fingers, her whole body tingling.

With a deep sigh, Tiffany fell back on to the ground. Completely satisfied, she closed her eyes and took a series of deep breaths in and out. She listened as the couple did the same, making occasionally kissing noises as they lay, spent, next to each other. Tiffany felt so good, so relaxed, that she fell into a deep sleep on the forest floor. She woke up at the earliest light of the sun, and her first thought was disbelief that she had fallen asleep on the ground. Then all of the events of the night before came rushing back to her, and she broke into a smile. She sat up and peered over the bushes, but the couple was gone. 

Tiffany stood up and walked over to the shelter, looking around for any sign that they had been there, but she found nothing. 'Had it all been a dream?' she wondered as she sat on the stub of a tree trunk eating her granola bar breakfast. She considered the possibility as she brushed through her hair, rinsed off her face, and filled her canteen with fresh water. There was no way that she could be sure that what she had seen last night was real, but there was one thing she could do that might help her figure it out. Grinning hugely, Tiffany hoisted her backpack onto her back quickly and set off down the path at a brisk pace. Hopefully, she thought, the couple would be traveling the same direction. Their company would make her trip much less lonely, and maybe next time she would choose a much less-secret location...like in between them. 



On The Trail



The mid-December afternoon was perfect for hikers and for hiking. Bright and sunny with just a few high clouds it was a little warmer than usual for the time of year but a light jacket still felt pretty comfortable along the shady parts of the trail. Katherine was a little surprised that there were not more hikers out today, there had only been one other vehicle at the parking lot where the trail began, but it was nearing Christmas and she thought they might all be out shopping. But not her! She would have considered it almost criminal to waste such a lovely day by spending it in the malls. Shopping could wait until it was raining. She loved being out on the trail far too much to let the holidays interfere with her weekends. She sometimes thought she might have made a poor career choice by having a job which required her to be indoors all the time. But it was too late to worry about that now and besides, only being able to hike on the weekends and holidays probably made her appreciate it all the more.

Katherine Wilson and her companion Fizzy, an eight year old Golden Lab with the imposing name of Felicity, hence the abbreviation, were on a four mile round trip hike in the southern Appalachian Mountains on one of her favorite trails. It was rather remote and not well known to the casual hikers but Katherine was not a casual hiker. She had been reared in another part of the country altogether but for the past sixteen years had been researching the trails in the area where she now lived and probably knew more about them than almost any of the native residents of the community. Excepting, of course, the inevitable brotherhood of deer and bear hunters. She didn't expect to encounter any of them today as the hunting season had just ended. 

As she came to the top of a rise she saw two other hikers, likely the owners of the SUV she had seen at the parking lot, coming up the trail towards her. She called to Fizzy to come and clipped a leash to her collar in case the other hikers might be nervous about dogs. Fizzy had never met a stranger and as a guard dog would probably befriend any would be attackers with her tail wagging before trying to provide any protection. As they neared she saw that it was two men who she did not know. 

"Are you going all the way up to the top?" asked one of the men.

"Yes," answered Katherine. 

"Have you been up here before?" This from the other of the two men. Both men appeared to be in their mid thirties and were nice looking men. One of them had a mustache while the other was clean shaven. They were dressed for the trail and Katherine took them to be experienced hikers.

"Oh, yes. Many times," she answered. "This is one of my favorite trails. I don't think I have ever seen either of you here. My name is Katherine." She held out her hand in greeting.

The larger of the two men took her hand and said, "I am Kenneth and this is Lewis. We're happy to meet you. This is our first trip up along this particular trail but we like it."

"Pleased to meet you both. Enjoy the hike," she answered, and turned to go. As she walked away she resisted the urge to turn to see if they were watching her.

Katherine was an attractive woman in her mid-forties, trim and athletic in build, and she didn't do all of the things most women did to make themselves alluring. But she was aware of her sexuality and knew when men found her appealing. She had recently been experiencing at work the knowledge that one of the English professors had been paying more than passing attention to her and she found that she liked that. Her job as the head librarian at a university library didn't provide much in the way of intimate relationships. At least on the surface. But she knew her way around and she liked it when men gave second glances at her trim behind. She smiled as she thought of the English professor and let her mind wander as she walked. She might have to give him an extra smile the next time he came to the library.

She went on to the top of the trail and took a few minutes to enjoy the fantastic view. She had been here many times but she never tired of it. "Why don't more people come to enjoy this?" she wondered aloud. She was proud of the fact that she could identify almost every mountain peak visible to her from where she stood. She called to Fizzy to come and prepared to start the hike back to the car. She knew when the sun would set and as experienced as she was, she preferred not to be caught in the woods after dark. She had in her back pack everything she would need to even stay overnight but she still wanted to be back to her car well before dark. She and Fizzy started walking briskly back the way they had come.

She was nearly half way back to the car when she saw Kenneth and Lewis sitting beside the trail. A tingle of alarm rose in her as she approached them. Why had they not gone on back to where their car was parked? Were they waiting for her?

"Hello, again," said Kenneth, the one with the mustache. He reached out and took the leash she had looped around her neck and leaned down and snapped it onto Fizzy's collar. "Here, Lew. Tie this mutt up over there."

"Wait just a minute!" Katherine said indignantly. "Just what do you think you are doing?"

"Oh, you will see what we think we are doing." answered Kenneth, laughing as he spoke. He reached out and took Katherine's arm. "You might even like it by the time we get through." He pulled her roughly to him. He was almost a foot taller than Katherine's 5'4" and held her easily despite her struggles.

Katherine's mind was racing. She knew that the likelihood of anyone coming to her rescue was slim and she knew that she had no chance of besting either of the two men singly, let alone both of them. Her only chance was in running. She twisted free for a moment and started to run down the mountain but Kenneth was expecting this. He caught her long braided hair and jerked her painfully back. She fell almost at his feet. He sat down on her, his knees on either side of her waist and leaned over her. She screamed as loudly as she could and Kenneth slapped her with a jarring blow.

"No more of that, bitch, if you ever want to get off this mountain," Kenneth said menacingly. "Let's see what's under all of this hiking gear." His hands were busy unfastening the straps of her backpack and unbuttoning the front of her jacket. He kept her pinned to the ground while he loosened her outer wraps and then roughly ran his hands up under her sweater and the camisole she wore in place of a brassiere. He kneaded her small breasts, pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She was aware of an unwanted stimulation in spite of herself.

Kenneth released her but continued to hold her down. He straightened up and began to unbuckle the belt at his waist. 

She had forgotten about his partner, Lewis, until she saw him standing over her with a grin on his face. 

"Hold her a minute, Lew, while I get ready. Lew kneeled down at her head and pinned both her shoulders to the ground. Kenneth stood and pulled Katherine's hiking pants down roughly.

"Wait a minute. These Goddamned shoes are too big to get the pants off." He knelt and removed her hiking shoes and then pulled her pants completely off, leaving her clad from the waist down only in a pair of brief panties. Kenneth pulled them off as well. 

"Please don't," said Katherine. "Please, please, don't.

Kenneth stood over her and unfastened his own pants. He pushed them down and Katherine gasped as she saw the largest cock she had ever seen, the uncircumcised head bobbing like an evil hooded monk. Kenneth knelt between Katherine's legs and with his left hand lifted her right leg over his shoulder. With his right hand he placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy and rubbed it in a circular motion. He paused to spit on to the fingers of his hand and then rubbed the saliva over the head of his cock. With no other preparation, he leaned in and forced his cock into her. Katherine screamed again but he didn't slap her this time. 

"Yell all you want, bitch. Nobody is going to hear you." Kenneth said as he continued to force his way into her reluctant body. He withdrew partially and then thrust himself back into her, sinking the full 8" length of his cock into her. He withdrew again and again he sank the entire length of himself into her. Katherine was sobbing uncontrollably now but was aware of a betrayal of her body. She could feel herself accepting him more readily and could tell that she was softening to his assault. She was aware that Lewis, still holding her shoulders, was watching transfixed as Kenneth's cock fucked into her over and over. Kenneth how had both her legs held up with her knees at his shoulders and was fucking her mercilessly. He suddenly withdrew and stood up, his huge cock bobbing in front of her. 

"Stand her up and lean her over that log, Lew," said Kenneth. "That way we can both get at her."

They jerked her to her feet and pushed her over to a fallen tree and leaned her over it. Lewis stepped around behind her and, dropping his trousers to his ankles, immediately penetrated her from behind. Although smaller than Kenneth's, his cock was still larger than any Katherine had seen and he began to fuck her now swollen pussy. Kenneth stepped in front of her face and, taking her head in both his hands, directed her to suck his cock. She had no choice as he forced himself into her mouth, causing her to gag reflexively when his cock reached her throat.

Lewis continued fucking her from behind, holding her hips in his hands and thrusting repeatedly into her. As the tempo increased she could sense a response as her own body betrayed her. She was beginning to like this! She began to suck on the huge cock in her mouth as she pushed back against the one in her pussy. 

"Oh, God!" said Lewis, as he fucked her. "I'm going to come!" 

"Me, too!" said Kenneth. "Eat that cock, bitch!" And he thrust himself into her mouth again and again. 

Kenneth pulled his cock from her mouth and shot spurt after spurt of semen onto Katherine's face and into her hair. At almost the same time Lewis thrust deep into her pussy and shot his own come deep into her belly. She could feel it as he came and she had her own shuddering orgasm in spite of the fact that she had been violated against her will. She hoped that neither of her attackers was aware of the intensity of her orgasm. 

Kenneth picked up Katherine's pants and cleaned himself with them, then offered them to Lewis who did the same. He tossed the pants back onto the ground in front of Katherine and rearranged his clothes.

"Thanks, girl. Did you say your name was Katherine? Let's go hiking again sometime soon." And with that both men turned and began walking towards the parking lot which was about a half mile away.

Katherine sat up for a few minutes, holding her face in her hands. She was ashamed and humiliated and terrified but in some strange was she was satisfied. Her logical mind and her superior intelligence told her that what had happened was wrong. She had been violated and had been taken against her will. She had been raped! And by more than one rapist! In the back of her mind came the quote from some long since forgotten chauvinistic male that said, "If rape is inevitable, then lie back and enjoy it." And she had enjoyed it! She had never experienced an orgasm as intense as the one she had experienced with two men thrusting into her against her will. This would take some thought to figure out, she decided.

She got up and put her clothes back on and then sat and relaced her hiking shoes. She stood and went to the tree where Fizzy was tied and unsnapped the leash and removed it from the limb it was tied to. She rolled it up and put in into her pocket, then took the water bottle from her backpack and took a long drink of water. She then started back down the trail towards her car. There was still plenty of daylight left.

When she reached the car the SUV was gone. She changed her shoes, took another drink of water from her water bottle, opened the back of the station wagon and let Fizzy leap into the car and then sat in the driver's seat. Would she ever be able to hike this trail again? Would she ever be able to go hiking alone again on any trail? Time alone would answer those questions. The biggest question in her mind now was --- would she remember today as the day when she was brutally raped --- or would she remember today as the day when she had experienced the most satisfying sexual orgasm she had ever had!



On The Trail



The slope was dense with pines and alders; the Oregon sun poking narrow fingers of light through the trees. The twitter of birds and the rustling of small animals amid the undergrowth added their subtle sounds to the jingling of bits, the creaking of saddle-leather and the rhythmic sound of the horses hooves.

Reining in my horse I retrieve my cigarette packet from my pocket, take one from the packet and place it in my mouth. As I flick the flint-wheel of my lighter I glance towards my delightful companion. Her denim-clad hips broad and so womanly, her shoulder-length, dark honey-blonde hair cascading around her smiling face. I light my cigarette with a flick of my zippo, a broad smile across my face too.

Taking a deep draw, I exhale the smoke into the crisp, afternoon air and, as my companion clicks her horse to continue along the trail, I give my horse a nudge to follow on behind.

A little niggle in the back of my mind admonishes my previous fears. I should have tried horse-riding before. I was enjoying the experience immensely. I can't help thinking that my companion has chosen my steed with care. King, a big bay, was gentle and willing and, more importantly, very forgiving in not jerking and shying when I tried maneouvres that experienced riders knew were impossible.

The trail widened and, hurrying King's gait a little, I drew alongside my companion. She smiled again, perhaps at my inexperience with the horse.... but then, perhaps just pleased to have my company out here in the early-Summer sunshine.

"How do you like it so far," she asked, turning in her saddle.

"It's great," the words almost jolted out of my lungs with the constant motion of my ass bouncing against the hard saddle. But I meant every word. The sights and sounds of the forest, the shadowed mystery. Rocky outcrops and gullies with their secret delights and the bubbling of streams making their hurried path towards the distant Pacific. The slight breeze across the valley, even the motion of the horse beneath me which I was kinda getting used to by now. And yes, I was enjoying the company of my curvy companion. Her mane of blonde and her subtly sexy giggle and twinkle in her eye each time our eyes met.

Just as I imagined her lovely thighs, now embracing her horse's flanks, embracing mine..... she clicked her horse once more and broke out into a canter along the tree-lined trail. By the time I'd controlled my horse and aimed King down the trail she was out of sight. Damn! Where'd she go?

Flickering my half-finished cigarette into a rain-water puddle I set off behind her at a trot trying to listen for the sound of her horse's hooves. Rounding a bend amidst the trees I entered a clearing - the beauty of which was equally as breath-taking as that of my missing companion. A waterfall cascaded down a sheer rock-face shrouding the pool into which it descended in a fine mist of water-vapour.... the sunlight making it look most exquisite. One of the sights of Oregon that I shall always remember.

Taking in the spendour, my eyes sought out an indication of where my lovely trail-guide had gone. Where had that cheeky lass gone?

Some distance up the trail I saw her horse, the saddle empty, standing quietly, it's reins secured to the branch of a fallen tree. But where was my cuddly companion?

I reined King to stop alongside her abandoned steed and looked about the clearing. Had she fallen off? No..... her horse is secured to the branch. Had she hidden among the trees? Where was she? Suddenly something small and light hit me on the back and I whirled the horse around expecting to see her impish grin. Nothing. Then, as my eyes searched the adjacent trees, I saw a pine cone arcing through the air towards me. Haha! Susan! I know where you're hiding! Behind the fallen tree. Quickly, albeit untidily, I dismount and quickly fasten King's reins to one of the trunks branches.

As silently as I could, I tiptoe, my breathing seeming to be almost as loud as the horses as I move around the bulk of the fallen tree to find my hidden companion.

Slowly, lest a footfall might give me away.

Where is she?

Above the spendid sound of the waterfall, I heard a sound behind me and, as I turned my head, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I begin to turn but - too late.

Her momentum caught me across the shoulders and pushed me forward. I stumbled to lie face-down on the soft grass and pine needles, my companion straddling my hips - a earthy, musical giggle on her sweet lips. I tried to push my delicious tormentor off but her legs gripped tight and, leaning forward, she pushes down on my shoulder-blades.

I was unable push her off! Although by no means bulky she had the advantage of height and quite powerful thighs and arms. I couldn't move at all! Not without getting rough and..... I mused 'Who would be stuck between the thighs of a honey-blonde and actually WANT to escape'?

Not I!!

But I feel a little awkward face down like that. I want to see your ruby-red lips as you talk and that mane of honey gold. Managing to get the palms of my hands on the ground next to my shoulders, I push but your weight on my back as your lean forward, your hair tickling my cheek, is too much. I push backwards with my hips trying to unseat you from your new 'saddle' but to no avail. Almost succeeding in moving you off but, with years of practice riding horses, you're able to keep your balance well.

A third attempt....lifting one hip and pushing with one arm to roll on to my back accomplishes one of my aims. I'm able to see your naughty smile and your lovely grinning face looking down at me. And although I was unable to unseat my sexy lover..... I'm quite content - I'm able to slip my fingers onto your waist to touch your flesh. Our little playful tussle has pulled your turquoise t-shirt from the waistband of your riding pants allowing my fingers to find your warm, soft flesh..... another one of my aims!

"I told you I could ride, my Stan," you giggle, leaning forward to kiss me and your honey-blonde halo covers my face as that kiss deepens. My arms slide beneath your t-shirt further to caress your back, my forearms taking the material with it, till I find the strap of your bra and pluck at it..... attempting to flick it undone.

But my wicked intentions are dashed as you break that kiss to sit suddenly upright astride my hips again taking my goal outta reach. "I can 'ride' one of these too, Stan," your voice a musical giggle as you wriggle your hips, moving your ass-cheeks against the tell-tale excitement growing in my jeans. I reach for your gorgeous, ripe globes but you brush my hands away and grasp the bottom of your t-shirt pulling it up to reveal the bottom of your bra-cups. "What's a matter, Stan darling..... wanna see MY scenery too? Isn't the Oregon scenery breath-taking enough for you?"

"Yes..." my voice a hoarse whisper. My fingers caress your thighs through the fabric of your pants. "I want to see MORE fantastic scenery."

In one fluid movement you sweep your t-shirt off to reveal your creamy white skin. I feast on that vision. The cups of your white, lace bra full and tempting for me to touch. I reach out to cup your breasts in the palm of my hands and give them a playful squeeze. I wink suggestively at you before continuing, "And I want to see that beaver too. The one that Oregon is famous for!"

Your ripple of laughter rings out across the clearing as you toss your slightly-tousled hair back. As you reach behind your back to unclip your bra, I wait. Waiting for that breathtaking scenery to be revealed. The shoulder-straps slip a little on your shoulders but you demurely cross your left arm across your still-fettered breasts. "But Stan.... Allow a lady some grace and close your eyes. Just for a second, honey."

Resting my hands on your fulsome hips, I dutifully close my eyes knowing that, when I open them, such a gorgeous sight I shall behold. "Keep them closed until I tell you," you whisper seductively.

The lace tickles my face as you trail your bra-cups over my lips. I stick out my tongue to lick the lacy material wishing I could touch with my tongue, those curves that, up until a minute ago, so generously filled them. Then, the material is gone. "Are you ready to open your eyes when I tell you to."

"Yes!" I licked my lips almost greedily.

"On the count of three then honey", and, with each count your hips rotate rubbing the crotch of your pants against my stiff but still denim-clad cock, "One... two....." a little pause that seems to last forever, "Three!"

I open my eyes so quickly they leave a scorch-mark on my eyeballs! My wonderful companion naked from the waist upwards. Ripe, full breasts there for my appreciation. Nipples already hardening as they ache for my touch. I'm speechless! Moving my hands from your hips I reach for them. To feel their warmth, their smooth texture.

But... just as I'm about to touch paradise. You jump quickly to your feet and step from astride me giggling, "If you want them - come and catch them!"

A second passes before I have scrambled to my feet to dart after you trying desperately to readjust my hard-on in my boxer shorts. Smiling like literature's Cheshire Cat as I dash to catch my cuddly, yet agile companion.

These beavers sure do take some catching.

My long strides and rampant eagerness gain ground on your fleeting footsteps.... and as you reach the edge of the trees I reach out to catch my prize. Realising your imminent capture you spin round and lean back against the cool bark of a Redwood tree your arms open to invite me.

I lean against you, my left hand beneath you to urgently kiss those full lips as my right hand reaches to gently squeeze my prize. Your eager tongue pushes into my mouth to taste me as your arms slip so easily around my neck. My left hand slips down from your chin to massage your swaying breasts. Squeezing gently, my palms against those eager peaks. Touching... teasing.... enjoying.

Our kiss ends... breathlessly as my hands, seeking discoveries new slide down your taut tummy to find the fastening of your riding pants... plucking greedily at the button but, just as I succeed your slender hands sweep my eagerness away as you twist around to push my back against the tree-bark.

"Oh no, Stan!" you exclaim excitedly. "It's time to discover you!"

Your fingers find the top button of my timber-shirt quickly plucking each undone, more of my chest-hair springing to view with each twist of your fingers. An urgent tug pulls it from the waistband of my jeans and, reaching to torridly kiss my keen lips, your insistent fingers push the material off my shoulders tugging it down my arms to fall to the grassy carpet beneath.

You bend at the waist to take my nipple into your mouth. A teasing suck before a little playful nip. A pleasurable pain that excites me further but, just as I close my eyes... your hasty hands grab to unbuckle my belt..... your tongue still causing sweet havoc to my nipples.

I groan as your eager hand rushes down the opening of my trousers to meet my hard shaft, your fingers grasping him firmly and stroking him gently. I close my eyes, unable to think as your caresses excite me further... your other hand pulling my waistband downwards... the bark cool against my ass-cheeks.

A gasp escapes from my throat as your warm, teasing tongue flicks over the helmet of my thick cock becoming a sigh as you wrap your warm mouth around my girth and slide him deep inside to touch the back of your throat. My hand descends to touch your honey-blonde mane. Oh God! That most intimate kiss a man can get! A gentle suck as your tongue caresses the underneath of my cock. Withdrawing.... my cock sticky with your saliva to tease my helmet again... your teasing eyes watching the horny expression on my face before devouring me again.

You slip my heat from your sweet lips and rise to your feet before me.... an exquisite picture of femininity. I watch.... mesmerised as your fingers slip between the waistband of your panties and your curving hips my cock betraying my ardent desire. Watching my reaction as you push the material lower... turning around, looking at me over your shoulder as your fingers push still lower to reveal the fullness of your gorgeous ass-cheeks... smooth and round. Further still, bending at the waist to push those wonderful cheeks out towards me before they slip to the floor.... a puddle of silk in which my desirable companion stands.

As I step forward, my jeans still around my ankles you stand upright once more a giggle on your sweet lips.

"Oh no, my darling..." you giggle so wickedly and suggestively. "If you want a beaver....... you'll first have to catch it!"

Your peal of laughter fills the clearing as you dart away. I lunge forward to catch you, the tangle of denim around my feet bringing me to my knees.

Damn you my darling!!! I'll wreak such revenge on that little shaven beaver....

As soon as I can catch it!

Tugging, tussling, Damn! My efforts to quickly remove my jeans and boxers taking longer than the accompanying urgency would warrant. Several yards away you turn to watch my hurried efforts and laugh again but, just as I tug my jeans, boxers, sports-shoes and socks off in one combined heap and jump to my feet, to turn away once more streaking for the edge of the water.

I run as fast as the terrain will allow.... ignorant of the sharp stones beneath my feet as I seek you out. Catching sight of you again between two large rocks on the edge of the waterfall's rock garden... I step into the cool water of a dying eddy.... the water cold to my feet to close that gap. The water, only ankle deep not diminishing my desire for you as I splash my way to the other side of the rock... my cock hard'n'proud to take it's pleasures within your soft body.

As I move around the large water-bound boulder I hear you giggle and turn quickly as you try to slip from your hiding place there but with a lunge sideways my grip around your waist possesses your warm, wanton body. Your hands slide around my shoulders as I push you urgently against the sun-warmed rock and position myself between your creamy, white thighs. Bending just slightly at the knees, the helmet of my thick shaft nudges against your little love-petals, so wet with your desire.

I push deep, burying my shaft inside you with one quick rush, my desire and greed for your wet warmth too much for me to bear any longer.

"Oh Stan", you murmur breathlessly as I finally possess you, my hands slipping around you to grasp the globes of your ass. You lean back against the warm rock, lifting your feet from the cold water to press against my ass to pull me deeper into your cunt. My hairy chest tickling your excited nipples as your soft 38D's are ever so slightly crushed between our eager bodies. Seven short powerful jabs with my cock to claim my possesion before my hips begin a regular tattoo of love fucking my lovely horsewoman with deep and regular strokes... fucking her soft but demanding cunt. Watching her face as her passion builds... those exquisite ass-cheeks in my greedy hands taking some of her weight as my cock claims her.

Faster.... the icy water tempering my ardour a little as your most intimate muscles squeeze my hard shaft. Your eyes closed, licking your lips as my sweet assault on your pussy quickens and as your orgasm overcomes you, your nails dig into my shoulders raking my skin with that lover's tic-tac-toe. Harder.... the perspiration on my forehead telling you that my holding-back of your pussy-muscles can't last much longer.... my cock twitching within your pussy all too evident as I take you from one peak to the next.

Releasing your ankles from around my ass-cheeks you push me away, my cock, sticky with your sweet juices slipping from your pussy but.... as I step back to avoid stumbling, your slender foot trips me and I fall back to land on my bare ass in the water. The water cold around my butt and legs then, just as I begin scramble to my feet, you're over me pushing insistently.... pushing me onto my back your right foot stepping over me. I shiver.... an involuntary shiver as my back is immersed in the cold water. In one fluid movement your gorgeous body straddles my hips, your slender fingers guiding my hard cock between your love-lips. "Well Stan.... shall I show you what this naughty beaver can do?"

Before I can even think of a reply you thrust your hips downwards impaling yourself on my cock. Oh God Almighty! The cold water already forgotten as your hips begin their fateful ride.... fucking my cock. Fucking me amid the cool eddy waters with your demanding, squeezing cunt. I'm lost. I know that there can only be one outcome of your ride, your cunt-muscles squeezing and clenching at my blood-engorged prick. Faster.... your breasts jiggling and swaying so provocatively

in the warm sunlight. I reach out to cup them and squeeze them as your hips continue their erotic dance. Each squeeze of your pussy beginning at the base of my shaft and rippling to the tip.

"Feed my beaver Stan", you hiss between your quickening breaths, "Give it what it wants!"

"No! Stop!" my stupid demands unheard and ignored as my cock twitches in your hot slit.

"Arghghh! Take it!" I groaned breathlessly as my cum jets deep into your demanding cunt. "Arghgh!!! YES! My darling!" My thick cream splashing the soft inner walls as your pussy clenches wildly and uncontrollably.

"Arghgh! I can't stop! I can't stop cumming!" Our mixed juices trickling from your pussy into my pubic hair.

"ArghghhhFuckingHELL!" Cumming hard inside you as your hips gyrate down on me. My hands squeezing your ripe tits harder, yet unnoticed by us both, as we can not stop that locomotive rush of lust.

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Quietened.... spent... our lust subsiding as if subdued by the beauty and tranquility of our surroundings. You lean over me once more... your hair tickling my cheeks as we kiss there in the cold water. A kiss so tender in the aftermath of our heat and desire.

"Well.... my darling Stan", you whisper in my ear. "Now you know what the Oregon beaver can do.

"Yes", I chuckle, "..... and now I know where the expression 'Eager Beaver' comes from!"



On The Train



The first time I traveled in Europe I had many encounters with women. I rode second class on the trains with a Eurail Pass, although I could have ridden in more comfort. But second class was where younger people traveled, and I sought them out on long journeys between what seemed exotic destinations. 

One such trip was made in a compartment filled with young men and women on my return to Paris from Germany. I seldom had the opportunity to chose my traveling companions, and we were most often strangers. It was a matter of locating a compartment and grabbing whatever seat was available, and this was no exception. Fortunately, on this trip I spied an empty spot between two American women in their twenties, and this became my home for the rest of the long journey. The train left Munich on time, and we settled into our new and crowded circumstances with polite introductions, small talk, and some nervous laughter. 

I recall spending the day and evening watching the landscape slip by reading a novel, eating the lunch I'd purchased from a local market, and observing my five traveling companions. There was a young man from Belgium; a woman returning from Salzburg; a silly Norwegian girl who read most of the time; and the two Americans traveling together, Anne and Jennifer. Anne was an attractive blond, blue eyed, and athletic. Jennifer was more sultry with auburn hair, bright red lipstick, and a more voluptuous body. Both of them wore tight, faded jeans. We talked occasionally about our travels, and what we liked and didn't. At one point we shared food and discussed the books we were reading. Still, despite our close proximity and the general atmosphere of camaraderie, I felt unable make a personal connection with either woman when they were together. Fortunately, when one or the other would leave the compartment briefly to use the WC or to stretch the other would let down, and we could share a few laughs. Upon the return of her companion, things would again become less informal. This continued throughout the day and into the evening with a greater frequency of bathroom breaks as boredom set in. By late evening I was holding three ongoing conversations: one when alone with Jennifer, a second when I was alone with Anne, and a third with both of them together when we were all in the compartment.

I watched both Anne and Jennifer as they came and went. Both had firm bodies, but Anne was taller and lean in a tight tank top through which I could make out her breasts. Her jeans were worn thin, especially at the rear and there were holes through which I could see her panties and tan thighs. Her blond hair was bobbed. Jennifer's hair was pulled back, and she wore a thin buttoned blouse, which stretched across her large breasts. Watching her move with those tits was heart-stopping, and the holes in her pants flashed her bottom and legs. Despite their appearance, both women displayed a certain strength, especially with one another. But there was a vulnerability there as well, and this was what attracted me to them.

Late in the evening we re-organized our luggage and converted the two facing bench seats into the one large platform bed, as was typical of European trains. All six of us reclined, and, again, I found myself lying between Jennifer and Anne when the lights went out. Soon, most everyone in the compartment was asleep in the dim moonlight. It was a warm night, however, and I laid awake a long time thinking of both of them, occasionally tossing, only to have them inadvertently press against me as they slept. Lying with them, the lightest touch excited me, and I wanted to have sex.

I turned toward Jennifer first. She was sleeping facing away from me, but her ass was within inches. Her jeans were down on her hips, and her blouse was pushed up exposing her back and stomach. She lay motionless and breathed deeply. I started by pressing myself against her bottom. She was soft but firm, and I immediately started hardening in my pants. Had she pressed back? I couldn't be certain,, so I moved my leg between her thighs and began slowly fondling her ass with my hands. This brought a gentle reaction. She definitely pushed back! My bulging dick pressed into her. Asleep or not, I had to go further. 

I wanted to feel her up, so I reached over and unbuttoned her jeans. This was easy, and they parted at the zipper, exposing her hips. I slid my hand down between her legs and into a tiny pair of panties. Her cunt was warm and wet, and my fingers easily found her clitoris. I fingered her for a while, messaging her sex until she again responded, letting out a moan beneath the sound of the train and shifting to allow better access. As she turned, I lost no time sliding her jeans off her hips and below her knees to expose her near naked form. I then slipped off her panties, and she parted her legs as I slid my hand back into her slick cunt and toyed with her large clitoris. She stretched wider, and I slid my fingers into her. I laid against Jennifer for a long time and slowly hand fucked her this way. Her arousal increased, but she never opened her eyes, and I couldn't be sure she wasn't responding unconsciously. 

I wanted to feel her breasts, and just then she turned toward me and ran her hands over them. With my hand still between her legs, I used my other to unbutton her blouse. Her heavy breasts fell into my hand. In the moonlight I could see her large nipples. I gently placed my lips to one of them and tasted her. She was warm and a little salty, and she continued to moan softly as I both sucked and probed her. Concealed by the darkness and the sounds of the speeding train, I laid fondling her for a long time until she whispered quietly "That feels nice" and turned away to offer me her naked bottom.

I opened my jeans to free my dick. It was large and hard in the moonlight. I positioned myself close behind her and with a gentle but firm push I slid myself into her! Jennifer reacted immediately, involuntarily thrusting back against me. I slipped deeper, filling her, as she let out a loud moan that I thought would wake the others. Moments passed. No reaction, just the sounds of the rails. Meanwhile, Jennifer slowly worked herself against me. We pumped that way for a long time, my dick filling her. Pressed together like one writhing organism. And despite my best attempts to hold it, I exploded inside her in an overwhelming release. She reached back to cover my mouth. 

Jennifer lost no time on herself. Once I'd quieted, she reached between her legs, rubbed briskly, and within seconds arched and came with a long gasp. We laid together quietly, listening to the train, and when I slipped out of her she lovingly caressed me with her wet fingers. She then leaned back, kissed me deeply, and put her finger to her mouth to hush me. "Thank you" was all she whispered before grabbing a nearby blanket, pulling it over herself, and turning away to sleep.

I laid awake on my back listening to the night when it suddenly seemed cold in the compartment. I thought about Anne lying next to me before I covered myself in another blanket and shut my eyes.

I was the last to wake in the morning as we entered Paris. The others were up and moving, talking, and readying themselves for our arrival. Neither Jennifer or Anne were about. I rose, left the room and straightened myself in the WC. When I returned to the compartment the daytime seats were back and everyone's luggage was assembled. The Belgian fellow and Norwegian girl stood chatting with their heads out the window. Jennifer and Anne had returned and were concentrating on their packing their bags. I said good morning, and they cordially responded. I asked them about teaming up as we entered the Gare de l'Est. Anne explained that they had plans. 

We exited the train as a group with hundreds of others. The queue was suddenly filled with young people hauling backpacks and luggage. Anne and Jennifer walked ahead of me. At one point Jennifer turned back me with an expression of tenderness. Then she and Anne were lost in the streaming crowd. 

(c) Robert Swain



On the Train



The note just said, "Be at the train station at 7 p.m. Get on the express train at your regular stop. Be sure to take the 4th car and go to the very rear of the car. Don't plan on sitting down." Of course it also went into explicit details of what I was to be wearing. I was to have on my short black leather mini skirt and 4" heels. My blouse was to be the sheer white one. I was allowed to wear a bra…the red one that barely cupped the lower part of my 38D breasts. 

At least it was dark and unless you were very close to me you couldn't tell I was dressed as I was. I kept looking around hoping to see you come up to the stop with me. I was sure you were there just watching me. Just being sure I was following your orders. 

Suddenly the train appeared. The crowd pushed against one another, everyone hoping to get on and find a seat. I carefully counted the cars as they came to a shuddering halt. I didn't want to be on the wrong one. Slowly I inched my way into the car and through the mass of humanity. No one ever looks another person in the eye and as I scanned the crowd in the darkened area you were no where to be seen. I continued my trek to the rear.

Finally, making it to my ordered position, I turned and held the rail as the train jerked to an abrupt start. It took both hands to keep myself upright. That and the sudden assistance that someone to my rear decided to give. 

There was suddenly a hand cupped over my ass. It was a good thing that the train was making so much noise with its creaks and groans that no one would hear my sudden gasp. I told myself there was nothing to be concerned about, but I wasn't sure that it was you. But then, who else could it be. This was where you told me to stand. I leaned back a little to acknowledge the hand. It squeezed. I couldn't help but have a shiver run through my body. I could tell you felt it as well with the gently squeezing you continued to apply. I settled back to enjoy the ride.

The trip your hand took was decidedly sure of itself. Of course you knew that I was told to not wear panties tonight. The hand crept slowly but surely underneath the layer of leather and around to the front of my thigh. I was so wet already that drips were running down my thighs. The hand was finally there after its slow course. My clit was screaming for attention. I leaned back further, giving better access. You got the hint and began a gentle but thorough massage of my pussy. My sighs and groans were louder but I didn't care and I doubt anyone heard them anyway. No one could see one another in the darkness so it really didn't matter. I was just going to enjoy the ride.

The hand continued its rapid movements, occasionally reaching between my thighs gathering juices. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better another hand reached between my legs trying to gain access. Hoping to get relief I spread my thighs slightly. There was only a couple of inches room but enough for the second hand to reach its destination. My juices made it easy for the fingers to reach up inside me, prodding repeatedly. It was so similar to a small cock gaining access to me. It was enough for the sensations to rise but not enough to allow climax to occur. Again I attempted to spread my legs but was barely able to move. Instead I bent my knees slightly as I held the vertical bar with both hands for support. This gave the access the hands needed. The rubbing over my clit increased and suddedly more fingers were probing inside me. The movements along with the jerking of the train were enough to make me cum in a shattering climax. 

I held the bar as tightly as I could but I felt limp all over. As my contractions continued the fingers were held in place. I couldn't stand upright. I just steadied myself, trying to control my breathing again. 

Gradually my pussy stopped its pulsating movements. The hand slowly slid down and out. It ran slowly up my ass but finally came out and smoothed my skirt down again. The other one came around my thigh just as smoothly. I could now stand but barely had the energy to do so. 

The train suddenly began to slow its forward motion. My stop was just up ahead. People were already pushing to gain access to the doors. I moved forward with them knowing I would see you once everyone was off the train.

I stood on the platform waiting for the crowd to thin. Suddenly I saw you and leaned forward for a long satisfying kiss. Your hand as usual went around me and straight to my leather covered ass. As I looked up at you and smiled you commented, "I am so sorry that you couldn't get on the correct car. I was sitting there waiting for you during the entire ride."

My jaw fell open. No, it had to have been you in the train. No one else would have done those things to me. Or would they?



On The Train



I usually travel by train home from work each weekend. It is usually a long, boring journey in the night, but sometimes exciting things can happen.

It happened in summer, it was rather hot and early August when most of the people are at the beach, so there were really few people on the train. After something like half an hour a man came, and asked if I knew the time, I knew, then he asked if he can seat in front of me. I told him he can at least I'm not alone. So we started to speak about general things, while I started to stare at his body. He was around 40 tall muscular wearing only a T-shirt and shorts, which did not really hide his cock, from the short I guessed it is at least 9 inch or even more, my cock become hard when I tried to imagine it in my mouth. 

He of course realized, and with a changed voice he asked if I like what I see, I said "Yes," then he asked if I want to look at it closer, and suck it, I just nodded, then took out his cock and told me to look at it, then he started to speak about that he knows that I like huge cocks, and like to serve, that now I'm in love with his cock and want to serve him, and I started to feel that he is right. 

The he ordered me to drop on my knees and suck his cock. I did it. When I pull his cock out I realized that is bigger than I thought, it was 10 inch long thick and rock hard. The base of his cock and the balls were very hairy. I kissed the head of his cock, licking it around, then started to move down on his cock kissing and licking every inch. Finally I reached his balls, I took them into my mouth, one, then the other, the I started to lick his huge cock again, when I reached his cock-head opened my mouth and let the head in. I started to suck it, then he grabbed my head, and started to pull it on his cock. When he was half way in I started to gag, I never sucked such a huge cock, but he didn't let me pull off his cock, but pushed it in more and more. 

Soon I got used to it, so I could start to bob my head up and down on his shaft, sucking it hard, then shoving back deep until all of his cock was deep into my throat, and my nose buried in his pubic hair. Then I continued to suck him hard, and moving my mouth on it wildly until I felt he is ready to cum, then he shot his load into my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as possible but it was to much a lot of his cum were flowing out of my mouth. When he finished cumming he ordered me to continue to suck him until he is hard again.

When he become hard he pulled out of my mouth, and ordered me to get naked quickly, and get on all fours, in between the seats, during this he was stroking his cock and spreading lubricant on it, which he also spread on my ass, the he knelt behind me. I felt his cock-head circling around my ass-hole the suddenly, the world blown up around me as he shoved his hard meat deep into my ass with one stroke, I screamed out loud, just when the ticket controller came in, he didn't seemed to be surprised, instead he greeted the man fucking me: "Hi Jack, I see you found a new slut " then the man answered: "Hi bob, Yes this guy is hot, but join in if you want his mouth is empty," saying this the controller took out his cock (it was also around 10 inches) shoved it into my mouth and started to fuck it in the same rhythm as Jack was fucking my mouth. It was simply too much I soon shot my load all over the floor, then the two man started to fuck me really hard at both ends then they filled both of my holes. I collapsed.

When I woke up I wasn't in the train anymore, but in a bed in large house, which turned out to be Jacks home. But that's an other story.



On the Train



I've never had an affair. 

That was the only thing I could think about: I've never had an affair.

I'm 33. I've been with the same man since he was just a boy of 17. He sat behind me in chemistry and one day twirled his pencil in my hair. That was all it took, I told him years later. One playful moment and I was hooked. We went to the same college after high school and then he took his MBA at the same university I got my law degree. We were married two years after graduation, and he is the only man I've ever kissed. He's the only man who's ever seen me naked. He's the only man who's ever made me cum. I love him dearly, and every day the thought of him makes me smile.

Don't get me wrong; I'm human. I have my fantasies when I am alone. I like to look, and sometimes I like to day dream, but even if I start thinking about the young intern over in corporate law, or the bike messengers that sometimes wait around at reception, I end up thinking about my husband, and it's the thought of him and what we do together that is in my mind when I bring myself to orgasm. So even in my thoughts, I've remained faithful.

I've never had an affair.

This is all the more surprising that I'm having this thought, impaled on 9 inches of cock that I'd never seen before today.

* * * * *

I'm deathly afraid of flying. When I was a little girl my parents and I flew from Boston to Orlando. For days leading up to the trip all I could think of was the magic of Disney. It didn't even occur to me that I'd be taking a plane until my father asked, "Are you excited about flying in a Jumbo Jet?"

It meant nothing to me. I had no comprehension. I was 8 and I'd never even considered airplanes. When we drove to the airport I remember seeing these big fat machines lying around the grounds like beached whales. They just looked wrong. 

We sat over the wing, and I found that every crank and tick of the engine, the hydraulic hum of the flaps, even the hiss of the air circulators terrified me. I cried the whole way. At first I howled. I raged and screamed and caused the most horrid fuss. Eventually I just broke down into sobs and moans and fell asleep.

My mother was traumatized.

We drove home from Florida.

I've never been in a plane since.

* * * * * 

So when I got the job at Williams, Franklin and Moore, they asked me if I had any objections to some travelling with work. Depends on where to and how often, I said. 

Once every other month, just to Washington, they told me.

Can I take the train, I asked?

I don't see why not, was the reply.

So once every other month I ride the rails from Boston to Washington DC, total travel time 7 hours. I plug in my laptop, I forward my desk to my cell phone, and I have an office day on the train. I find it remarkably productive, and stress free. 

I like the train. There's something civilized about it: the seats are generous, and there's a lot of leg room, which at 5'10" is something I am in desperate need. It rolls along at a quiet, steady clip, weather is never a factor, and there is actually a view if you're so inclined, with the country gently sliding by in a rather complimentary fashion. And as I said, I can bury my head in work, taking a break for what I understand to be a much better meal than you'd get on a plane.

Today was a bit different. My breakfast meeting ran late, and I missed the usual train. I called home and told my husband I wouldn't be home until late, and not to worry I would take a cab home from the station. I took an afternoon train, and ended up sitting in a private passenger compartment. Two long comfortable bench seats facing one another, with a tinted glass obscuring the view in from the passenger walkway. It all seemed very European, and for a moment I wondered what it must be like to ride a train like this through the Alps or the Pyrenees. Unfortunately there was no where to plug in a lap top, so as the train pulled away from the station, I found myself looking out the window and seeing things I hadn't noticed on previous trips. It was as if I'd never been here before.

We couldn't have been more than 10 minutes from the station when the porter knocked on my compartment door and poked in his head. "Excuse me ma'am, but we seem to have over booked the train. Would you have any objection to sharing your compartment with one of our servicemen?"

For some reason when he said "servicemen" I pictured a train mechanic, but I could see standing just behind him the tan beret of an Army Ranger. "Of course," I said, somehow feeling that I was fulfilling a patriotic duty.

"Thanks very much, ma'am." The porter stepped aside with a bit of a flourish and held the sliding door for the man in uniform.

He stepped into the compartment and nodded at me. "Thank you for your generosity. I was starting to think the only way I was going to get a seat on this train was to ride the roof." He flashed a big bright smile at me and removed his beret.

I smiled back. "Well, there's plenty of room. It's foolish not share."

He took the seat across from me. "I appreciate it."

He was beautiful. His face looked like it had been chiselled from the proverbial granite. His shoulders were at a 90 degree angle to his muscular neck, and his barrel chest quickly tapered down to a slim waist. As he sat I could see the definition in his thighs through his dress pants. His uniform was crisp and clean, and I imagined that he'd ironed it himself that very morning. Probably after waking up at 4, running about a thousand miles and lifting a few tanks for a workout. He sat with no slouch at all. He had a short blonde crew cut, and light blue almost grey eyes. He was tanned, which seemed odd considering it was January.

"Are you just back from oversees?"

"Afghanistan."

I didn't know if it was impolite to ask what it was like over there, so I asked the next logical question. "Are you on your way home?"

He smiled again. "Yes, to my parents' house in Rockport." He undid the top button of his dress jacket. "I haven't been home in four years."

"Oh wow. You must be very excited."

"I am. I haven't seen anything but pictures. I can't wait to see my family and all my friends."

"They must be excited to see you too."

"Oh no doubt. No doubt." He looked out the window. "It's good to be home."

I looked out as well, uncrossing and crossing my legs as I shifted in my seat. I remembered I'd worn a short skirt and thigh high stockings. Looking down I realized that was on display. I looked up at the Ranger. He was still looking out the window. I leaned a little and pulled my skirt up my thigh to cover the top of my stockings. "What brought you home via Washington?"

He looked back at me from the window and blushed. "Oh, I had to attend a ceremony."

I looked at his left breast. It looked like he had every ribbon there ever was. "For one of those?"

He didn't look down. "No," he smiled some more, "I, uh, I was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor."

"You must be very proud."

He almost shook his head. "Yes, I am, but I'm proud of my men. I'm proud of the work we did over there, and the recognition I've received is due in no small part to what we accomplished as a team."

"Well I'm sure you'll hear it a thousand times, but we're all very grateful for what you've done."

"Thank you ma'am. That's very kind."

I smiled and looked into his eyes. I felt my heart pound. "You're welcome."

I looked down at the compartment floor. His boots shone like they were patent leather.

"You're travelling on business?" He nodded at my attire.

"Yes, I am in Washington every other month for a few days."

"A lawyer?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Grey suit."

I laughed. "Yeah we're a pretty dull bunch, fashion-wise."

"Well, I'm guessing the skirt isn't exactly regulation."

He was right; a lot of my thigh was on display. "Oh. Well, you know when you're tall."

"Understandable." He looked at the ring on my finger. "Your husband must miss you."

"He does. We miss each other. But it's only a few days, and it's only every other month."

"Must make for a great welcome home."

"It does. Sometimes we don't even make it home." 

I couldn't believe I'd said it until after it was out of my mouth. 

He smirked. "Yeah, I don't think I would wait until I got you home either."

"No?"

"No." I felt myself get warm.

I shifted in my seat and uncrossed and crossed my legs. I didn't hide the top of my stocking this time.

"That's very nice."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you."

"I was starting to forget what women looked like. All those burkhas. It was getting to the point that wrists were giving me erections."

"Well then, a flash of some stocking is the least I can do." I laughed a little.

"I'm sure you can do much more than that."

I swallowed. 

He reached down to his pants and pressed them around the bulge of his erection. I could practically see it throb. It was massive. 

"I did that?"

"You did."

"Just by showing some stocking."

"Yes ma'am."

I pushed my shoulders back against the bench seat and uncrossed my legs. I knew he could see up my skirt now. The tops of both stockings were showing. I left my legs apart.

His cock twitched in his pants and seemed to grow.

I undid two buttons on my blouse. The edge of my bra was showing. I spend a lot of money on my lingerie.

He licked his lips.

"If you undo another button, I'm going to show you something."

I undid another.

He stood up. I undid another.

He unbuckled his belt.

I undid the next button.

He opened his pants

I undid my last button.

He stepped toward me.

I arched my back, sticking my tits out of my undone shirt toward him.

He unzipped his pants and reached into his army issue boxers.

I put my hands on his hips.

He pulled his fat cock out.

I took it in my mouth.

I slurped at it right away. I tried to get as much in my mouth as I could. The head was big and fat and swollen and it made my mouth water. I hummed up and down his dick, licking underneath it as I sucked. I felt like a slut. I wanted to be his slut. I was going to do anything he wanted.

He reached down and slid his hands into the cups of my bra. He squeezed my tits and pulled at my nipples. I moaned as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

"Fuck that's good."

I looked up at him looking down at me. I ground my pussy on the edge of my seat. I was soaked.

I kept sucking his cock. Harder. Faster. I wanted his load in my mouth. 

"Do you want it," he asked.

"Mmhmm," I said, my mouth full of hard cock.

"Are you wet for it?"

I took my mouth off his cock. "Soaked."

He quickly sat beside me, and pulled me across his lap. His pants were around his ankles. He reached up under my skirt and grabbed my Brazilian tanga. He ripped it off. I spent $28 on that. He lifted me by my waist and pulled my crotch to his cock. I could feel his cock wet from my mouth.

He shifted his hips and I moved mine to meet him. I felt the heat of his fat cock push into me. He was stretching me open. It barely fit. He waited a second, and looked up at me. I could imagine the fire in my eyes. He shoved the whole thing in at once. 

I screamed.

His hands were on my ass, kneading it, squeezing it, pulling me onto his throbbing cock. I was soaking it. I dripped down and wet his balls. I was soaking the bench beneath us. I'd never had anything shoved so far up my cunt. I was already cumming and it hadn't been a minute. I moaned and felt his hand run up my back. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back and bit my neck.

"Oh fuck yes."

"You like that?" He hissed in my ear. "You like that fat cock in you?"

"Oh god yes."

"You like getting rammed like this on the train?"

"Oh fuck. Please. Yes."

"You hot little bitch. Such a tight little cunt." He slammed up into me.

I was cumming some more. I shook all over his cock. "Oh you fucker. You fucking prick. Jesus what a fucking cock."

"Yeah that's it, slut. Fuck it now. Fuck it good. Make this fat fucking cock cum." He slapped my ass so hard it almost echoed in the cabin.

It had to be nine inches. It was probably as thick as my wrist. And it was making me feel like I'd never been fucked before. I loved it.

He grunted underneath me.

"That's it baby," I moaned. "Give it to me."

I fucked him faster. He grabbed my hips and started to use me. He was slamming me up and down on his cock.

He grunted again and again. He clenched his teeth. I screamed as loud as I could. I was cumming harder than I'd ever imagined. I pounded his shoulder with my fist. I could feel his cum launching into me, erupting from that massive dick. It was like a fire hydrant exploded inside me.

I collapsed onto him and felt my blouse sticking to me from my sweat.

He was still rock hard inside me.

I've never had an affair.



On The Train



By the time I reached the station the rain had soaked me to the skin and I was cold and shivering.

"Just my luck to have missed the bus and had to walk," I thought. "I could have spent the last twenty minutes in a nice, warm waiting room instead of ploughing uphill through the rain."

There was no-one on the platform, there rarely is on a dark Thursday evening at 8 o'clock, and when I looked into the waiting room there was no-one there either. 

"Another lonely ride for me." I thought. 

There wasn't any point in leaving the platform as I could hear the train struggling up the incline so I walked to the edge of the platform and waited.

When the train pulled into view I was pleased to see that the carriages were really old ones, the type without a corridor, just separate compartments. I couldn't wait to get into the warm and try to dry myself off.

As the train drew alongside the platform I was disappointed to see that there were no empty compartments, some had only one person in them, some with a group of people talking together, obviously friends. 

I only had a few moments to decide which one to join so I opened the door to one in which there was only one other person, an elderly man, quite well-dressed, sitting in the opposite corner.

He looked up from the newspaper that he was reading as I entered the compartment and gave me a big smile. 

"You look drowned!" he said. "Come on in and get warm." 

When I am alone I don't usually like riding with a strange man but he had such a warm and friendly manner that I felt quite at ease. He seemed like an old friend, not a stranger.

I shut the door behind me and dropped down onto the seat. 

"I feel drowned!" I replied. "I missed the bus and had to walk up to the station. Now I'm wet, cold and thoroughly uncomfortable."

I could see a look of concern in his eyes as he said "Have you anything dry to put on?" Then he smiled and said "That was a silly question. You couldn't be carrying a change of clothes in that little purse could you?" 

I murmured something like "It doesn't matter - I'll be dry by the time we get to Bradford..." and shifted around in my seat to try to straighten my wet skirt underneath me. Even my panties were wet and very uncomfortable. 

Fortunately the hot air blowing from under the seats was warming me up and I knew that my outer clothing would be relatively dry by the end of the journey.

He looked a bit hesitant and then said "Please don't take this the wrong way but I have a dressing gown in my case. If you like you could slip that on while your clothes dry. I promise that I won't look while you change. And I would hate it if you caught pneumonia when I could have prevented it."

"Wow!" I thought. "He wants me to strip off in front of him - he must think that I'm a right tart! But then again, it's that or sit in my wet things for the next hour-and-a-quarter." 

I made up my mind to accept his offer. He seemed like a decent sort of guy, even though he was so old, and if he got a bit uppity I could slap him down with one hand.

"That's very kind of you." I said. "It will be better than sitting here like a piece of meat in a marinade!" 

He laughed at that and said "There is no way in the world that I could see you as 'a piece of meat'." Then he looked dismayed. "That sounds awful," he said. "I do hope that you don't think that I was insulting you, it just seemed such a comical way of describing yourself. Believe me, no man looking at you could consider you a 'piece of meat'. 

"You are a very attractive young lady. In fact, when you entered the compartment, I was a little startled because you are the image of my daughter when she was your age. What are you - about nineteen or twenty?." 

"Twenty-two actually." I replied. "How old is your daughter now?" 

"Fifty-three last birthday." he answered. "Her daughter, my granddaughter, is twenty five. She doesn't look anything like you - sorry, I meant her mother. It is so hard, seeing you so much like her to realise that you are not her. Anyway, let me get the dressing-gown for you and you can be nice and dry."

Saying this he stood up, he was taller than I thought, and took down his case which he opened and removed a white toweling dressing-gown. 

I couldn't help seeing that in his case there were a couple of 'top-shelf' magazines, one called 'Big Boobs' and the other was 'Shiny Butts'. As he turned to give me the dressing-gown he saw where I was looking and hastily shut his case.

"Sorry about that." he murmured. "I had forgotten that they were in there." 

Now I had seen plenty of this type of thing, having two older brothers, so I just laughed and said "Don't worry, they don't trouble me at all. Those girls are only capitalising on their natural assets." 

Then it was my turn to feel uncomfortable. 

"Sorry I didn't mean anything by saying 'assets'. It was just the first word that came to my mind. Though their bums at least are natural, not like some of the boobs in those magazines. They look like blancmanges set out on their chests. Not a bit natural."

We both laughed at this and then I said "Turn away while I get out of these wet clothes." 

He very pointedly turned right away from me and said "Take you time. Just let me know when I can turn around again."

I stood and began stripping off my soaking wet jacket and blouse. 

As I turned to place them on the seat I caught a glimpse of his face reflected in the window and thought "If I can see him, he can see me!" I wondered whether to stop, but then I thought "He seems a decent sort of man, why not give him a little show. It will brighten up his evening and it may give him something else to wank over tonight, instead of those magazines." 

So, turning to the side to give him a profile view of me, I reached behind me and unclipped my bra. Then I slowly peeled it off my rather cold, damp breasts. From the corner of my eye I could see that he was taking it all in. My nipples were hard little nubs with being so cold so I took them in my fingers and gently rubbed and squeezed them to get them warmed up and relaxed. 

I could see his eyes widen a little as I did this do I thought "What the Hell," and cupped my breasts in my hands and began massaging them, lifting them, pushing them together so that my cleavage was fully developed. Then I want back to my nipples, pulling them and squeezing them so that they began to puff up and harden again.

"Damn!" I thought. "This is turning ME on! I'd better be careful or I will be flinging myself on him begging him to fuck me!"

So I stopped playing and quickly stripped off my wet skirt and panties and wrapped myself in the dressing-gown. 

"It's OK." I said to him. "You can turn around now." 

He did so and I saw that his face was flushed and he seemed to be moving awkwardly. Guessing the reason I looked toward his crotch and, sure enough, a very distinct hard-on was visible. 

"Well," I said. "Who's been a naughty boy then? Who's been peeking?" 

He had the courage to look me in the eye. 

"I'm sorry," he said. "But you are so beautiful and so like my daughter. Not that there was ever anything nasty between us but I sometimes saw her in little or nothing and I used to have to keep out of the way until this went down." He looked down at his still hard cock showing through his trousers.

"You never did anything then? No naughty touches or kisses or 'Do this for Daddy?'." 

"Never!" he replied, firmly. "I admit that I found her very desirable but she was my daughter. She would have been devastated if she had know that I had such feelings for her."

"Can you be sure of that?" I asked. "Don't you think that, maybe, some of those 'accidental' glimpses that you caught were intentionally given to you? Maybe she would have liked her Daddy to show how much he loved her." 

"I don't think that she would have deliberately ......." 

His words trailed off and I could see a thoughtful look come over his face. 

After a few moments he said "You could be right you know. There were so many occasions that she would come into the room with very little on. 

"Twice she had no panties and as she sprawled on the settee I could see her pussy. It looked so plump and inviting that I had to go out of the room and relieve myself."

"Didn't your wife ever notice?" I asked. 

He frowned and replied "She left us when Janet was only seventeen. She went off with a market trader, of all people to choose, and they set up home in Bexhill-on-Sea. We never saw her again." 

"I am sorry," I murmured. "I had no idea that I would touch a nerve like that. But, on the bright side, my name is Janet too!" 

Then I looked him in the eye and said "And I am NOT your daughter!"

He took a deep breath. "Does that mean what I think it does?" he asked. 

"That I will be your naughty daughter for an hour?" I asked in return. 

"Yes." 

"Yes." 

"My daughter is being very naughty." he said. "Being a very bad girl, showing herself to her Daddy like this. Making him get all swollen and uncomfortable. I think that she should be punished, don't you?"

"Oh great," I thought. "What has he got in mind? Stopping my pocket money or cutting off my sweets." 

I flinched a little at that thought. 'Cutting off my sweets' could have an unpleasant interpretation. Time to take control. 

"Yes Daddy" I replied. "I should be spanked on my bare bottom." 

"Take off that dressing-gown and come here and bend over my knees." he commanded. 

"But Daddy," I said, "Won't your thing get all bent up if I lie on it? Wouldn't it be better if we got it out so that we could arrange it more comfortably?" 

With that I bent down and squeezed his cock through his trousers. 

It was really straining the fabric so I undid the clip at the top of his trousers and slowly pulled down the zipper. As I did so his cock pushed out between the two sides of his shirt front, still encased in his pants which now showed a big wet spot. 

"Lift up and I will take down these nasty, tight trousers." I said and he lifted up so that I could pull his trousers and pants off.

He was an old, well elderly, man but his cock was as big and hard as that of a twenty-year-old. I looked at with pleasure. If he could use it then I was in for an hour to remember! I shrugged out of the dressing-gown (a lot of use I'd had of it!) and stood naked before him.

"Now lie down across my knees!" he ordered and I had a little giggle to myself because his voice had got quite hoarse, but I lay down obediently across his knees feeling his hard cock poking up into my stomach. 

I opened my legs a little so that his hand would naturally find it's way into my cleft.

He placed his left hand on the small of my back and then 'Whack'! His hand came down with a vengeance on my bum. 

"That smarts!" I thought as I gave an involuntary squeak and wiggle. 

"Lie still!" he said "or I shall have to give you some more for disobedience." 

I gave another little wiggle - just for the hell of it. 

"Bad, disobedient, wicked girl!" he whispered. "You are really asking for it aren't you?" 

"Yes Daddy," I answered in a meek voice. "I am a bad girl and I deserve to be punished. You must spank me until my pussy weeps." 

"Indeed I will!" he replied.

With that he began to spank my bum quite hard, alternating from one cheek to the other. With every blow (it didn't really hurt - just smarted a little) I could feel his cock twitch and I thought that I had better not let it go on too long or he would spill all over my tum and that is not where I wanted it! 

"Is my pussy weeping yet Daddy?" I asked in a little-girl voice. 

"Let me see." he answered and stopped spanking and slid his hand down into the cleft between my buttocks. 

I twitched as his fingers stopped for a moment on my bum-hole and I felt him press there as if to check it's possibilities. Then they slid further down until they were gliding smoothly through the now rather wet lips of my pussy. 

"Yes, I believe that your pussy is beginning to weep but I think that a couple more are called for because of your disobedience!" And he gave me two more swift slaps.

"Enough now" he said. "Is my little girl sorry for what she has done?" 

"Oh yes Daddy," I whimpered. "I am so sorry and my little botty is so sore. Will Daddy kiss it better for me?" 

"Of course I will." he said. "You know that Daddy loves you and doesn't like to punish you." 

("Oh yeah!" I thought. "That's why 'Daddy's' cock has got even harder in the last few minutes.") 

"I know that Daddy." I whimpered. "Please make it better now." 

I stood for a moment, casting a quick look at his really rampant cock and wondering what it would feel like.

Then I turned and knelt on the seat opposite, bent over and rested my head on the seat, level with my knees, offering my now rosy bum for his inspection.

"Oh my poor little Janet," he said with a catch in his breath. "I didn't mean to hurt you so."

"Make it better Daddy" I said, giving it a little wiggle. 

Then to my delight he knelt on the dusty floor of the compartment and began to kiss and lick my somewhat heated bum. From the start of the cleft down toward the crease at the top of my thighs he licked. Down one cheek and then, starting again from the top, down the other. 

"There, there, my little sweet. Does that feel better?" he asked.

"But it hurts in between too, Daddy." I replied, looking at the main chance. 

To my delight he took the hint immediately and I felt his tongue, starting again at the top, move down my cleft until it reached my bum-hole. There he lingered, licking around and pressing in as though to enter me. 

I pushed out in response which opened my hole a little and I gasped as his tongue reached into that place where I am so sensitive. 

"Oh Daddy, that feels so good! Do it more. Make me happy!" I gasped. 

However he moved out of my bum-hole and carried on down and in between my legs, tasting the liquid running down from my pussy.

"Oh you taste so good" he murmured between licks. "My little girl is pure sweetness." 

Then I leaned forward as far as I could on the seat and gave him access to the whole length of my pussy and my little clit at the top. 

He followed through immediately, licking up both side of my pussy, sucking the lips into his mouth and teasing them with his tongue. Then tongue again, pushing into my vagina, pushing in, broadening, then thinning and going even further in. 

"Oh Daddy, Daddy. It's so good! Do it more Daddy!" 

His tongue left my vagina and climbed up to the hood over my clit, which was begriming to peek out, then round and round, up and down, nip and lick suck, over and over. 

My clit was beginning to tingle with an approaching orgasm and he sensed this, taking it between his lips and gently, rhythmically sucking it and letting his tongue flick over the head. 

As I began to feel the first tremors begin he pushed two, or it may have been three, fingers up into my pussy and began to press forward onto my G spot. 

This tipped me over the edge and I squealed as a powerful orgasm ripped through me making my legs tremble and the blood rush into my head. 

I do not recommend having an orgasm while boxed in with your head between your knees. I felt as though I would die unless I could stretch out and get some air.

He seemed to sense this and moved away from me, put his hands on my hips and rocked me back onto my heels. 

I leaned back against him and breathed deeply for a few moments until I began to feel more in control. 

"Thank you Daddy," I said. "That was wonderful. Now you must let me be nice to you."

I stepped back off the seat and turned around to face him. His cock was standing out and I could see it lift a little with every beat of his heart. 

I sat down facing him and took his cock in my hands. 

"Poor Daddy," I said, "having this nasty old thing all big and red and sore. Shall I make it better for you?" 

I looked up into his eyes and I swear that there were tears in them.

"Oh yes, my little Janet, make Daddy feel better." 

"But the floor is all dirty Daddy. Can I put this on the floor to keep me clean?" and I took his newspaper off the seat. 

He nodded so I spread it out on the floor and knelt down on it. 

This brought me face to face with his cock. I was pleased to see that he was circumcised and the head was dry and clean except where the pre-cum had oozed out and run down the heavily veined shaft. 

I bent forward and licked the juice from his balls (big and firm and not too hairy) right up the shaft to the little hole at the top. 

It was slightly salty, much like my own pussy juice, and I looked up at him and opened my mouth to show the glistening drops that I had collected. Then I made a show of swallowing it down. 

"You taste so sweet Daddy. Can you make more for me?" and I gave his shaft a squeeze. 

Sure enough, as I knew it would, another sticky drop oozed out of the hole. I licked it off and then began to run my tongue around the rim of his glans. 

Then I took the whole head between my lips and began to suck. Just a little at first, than as it swelled up even more I began to lick around and over the head, flicking it with my tongue and sucking at the same time.

Although I had only just started I could tell that he was near because he began making fucking movements with his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. 

Because I can't 'deep-throat' I gripped his shaft firmly with my right hand and grasped his balls with the other. 

As his breath became shorter I began to pull down on his balls, stretching them down from his body and he began to groan. 

After only a few more moments I felt the cum begin to rise up his shaft and then it was pumping into my mouth, sweet and salty and thick. 

There wasn't a great deal but what it lost in quantity it more than made up for in quality. I have never tasted such thick and creamy cum. I sucked and sucked as it spurted until it finally stopped.

"Oh God Janet," he gasped when it had stopped pumping. "It has been so long since anyone did that for me. I thought that it would never happen again." 

He drew me to my feet, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me as though he was drinking life itself from me. 

I hugged him hard and buried my head in his neck. "It has been wonderful." I said. "I'm so glad that I was rained on tonight." 

I looked at my watch and saw that it was 9.25. "We only have ten minutes before we get into Bradford and I have to dress." 

I pulled away from him and started to gather my clothes. 

He pulled on his pants and trousers and zipped up. 

As we dressed he said "I really never expected to ever have the opportunity to make love with a young woman again. Since my wife left I have only had two brief affairs, both with ladies of my own age. That a young woman would be interested in me never entered my head."

I listened carefully to what he was saying and wondered where he was going with it.

"This was wonderful for me - did I give you pleasure Janet?" he asked hopefully.

"It was wonderful for me too. I have fantasised it but have never made love with a 'Daddy' before and it exceeded my wildest dreams. The whole thing was a fantasy that worked for me on every level." 

I took my courage in both hands. "Would you like us to continue this when we have more time? I haven't had the joy of your cock inside my pussy yet. It's OK if you don't want to, but I think that we can offer quite a lot to each other."

He smiled. "Janet, you can't imagine how happy that makes me. I thought that this would just be a one-off but if you want to continue you will make me very happy."

Then, as the train pulled into Bradford Station we exchanged 'phone numbers and promises to get in touch very soon. It couldn't be too soon for me. I had lots of unfinished business with that beautiful cock. 




On The Train



Then I went home. 

Only after I was inside and saw mum's eyes go down to my legs did I wonder how to explain today's headlines, printed in reverse, on my knees!



On the Train



"Tickets please." I hear him coming down the train car. What can I say, I like a man in a uniform. And a cap. And a little red tie that I can use to pull him into the dark corners of the train as I head home late at night. 

We've never exchanged names or numbers, we know nothing about one another. But I like the way his hair curls out from under his cap, and the way he winks at me when none of the passengers are looking, and the way he presses up against me by the train door to 'keep me from falling out.' And he says he likes the way I sit in a train seat, 'like I own the place;' and how my suit skirts ride up in the seat, showing off my strong thighs; and the way I taste, 'like a good bourbon, where just the taste lets you know how intoxicating it's going to be.' 

"Tickets please, ma'am." He says with a wink. He punches my pass, as if he doesn't even know me, and moves down along the aisle where I can watch his tall strong back and adorable ass move from seat to seat. I take in the view, thinking about how I'll be running my hands all over that back in just a few minutes. He moves to the next car, and I watch the seconds tick by on my watch until 3 minutes have passed. I gather up my grey jacket and black leather tote and walk down the aisle as if I'm changing cars. I pull open the door and let it close behind me as I step into the area between the cars. 

He's there, waiting for me, leaned up like a model against the metal wall as it shifts and sways with the rhythm of the train. 

"You were later than usual. I thought you weren't going to make the train." 

"What, would you miss me or something?" One corner of my mouth twitches just slightly as I ask, unable to fully hide the smile. 

He doesn't answer, but one swift fluid movement and I'm up against the wall. I can feel his stubble against my jaw line as he kisses along my neck, one hand exploring behind my ear and the other just at the hemline of my skirt. The rock and sway of the train presses our bodies up against one another and pulls us apart again, jostling our kisses and grinding our bodies together. We make out like teenagers, hard and longingly. I smell his musky cologne and taste the sharpness of mint gum. His tongue is soft as it flicks in between my lips and runs itself over my teeth. His stubble is rough on my cheek, and his hands are rough on my thighs, caressing upwards underneath my skirt and running along the top of my thigh high nylons. 

The train begins to slow and he kisses me once more, deeply, before pushing back from me. I'm still caught between his arms and he looks me up and down, hungrily.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." He walks off to do his job and I sink against the wall, trying to catch my breath. My skin immediately misses the touch of his hands and I fantasize about where else those hands could go, places they've never gone before. He's gone for just long enough that I have time to slip off my soaking wet panties and stash them in my bag. 

Again his hands are playing at the hem of my skirt but I catch his right hand and move it to the inside of my left leg. He looks at me, surprised, but he begins to move his hand up, massaging my inner thigh. Finally he gets to the top of my leg, and he looks at me in surprise as he realizes there's nothing in between his hand and my cunt. But he doesn't waste any time slipping his thumb past my lips, catching my juices and swirling them teasingly around the outside of my clit. 

"How many minutes between these stops?" I ask, breathlessly, as his rhythm begins to shift and sway with the motion of the train. 

"Twelve." His voice is deeper, even gruffer than usual. 

"Then you better stop teasing me." He does, immediately. He slides two fingers deep inside me and then immediately pulls them out to press them against my clit. He alternates between finger fucking me and rubbing my clit, hard, with two fingers covered in my dripping juices. I'm getting lost in the feeling but I try not to let too long go by, I have better plans. After a few minutes I start to pull at his belt buckle. 

"I could get fired," he protests. 

"You could. But you could also get fucked at work by a beautiful stranger in thigh high nylons." He moans just the slightest amount and doesn't put up any more of a fight as I undo his pants and reach in to pull out his cock. It's already rock hard, he doesn't need any help with that, and he pushes right into me as I slide my pencil skirt up to my hips. We both catch our breath in our throats as we try not to yell out. The movement of the train pushes him in and out of me, even as he tries to stay still for a moment. The regular sway of it is already driving me crazy, and my hand drifts down to seek out my own clit. 

He pushes up against me, matching his rhythm with that of the train, shoving me up against the metallic wall of the train car. He grabs me around the waist and pulls me up so that my feet aren't even touching the ground, pounding into me. We lose the rhythm of the train, him with his desperate pounding and me with the wild rubbing against my clit. As I fall into an orgasm I start to yell out, and he immediately covers my mouth with his, moaning into me as he too loses control. He holds me there for a moment longer as we both breathe our way to stillness. Then he slides me down to the floor, letting go of my waist and stepping back. I watch him as I slide my skirt back down my legs and he smiles as he tucks in his shirt and re-buttons his pants. The train begins to slow again, this time for my stop. He straightens his tie and cap and steps back from me.

"Thanks for the ride, conductor." I say as I step past him, first in line to get off the train.



On The Train



Alex settled back comfortably in his seat. It was late and he was hungry and happy to finally be heading home. The night was pleasant and the train reasonably empty, so with a bit of luck he wouldn't have the yammering of idiots on their smart-phones and the mosquito buzzing of their music.

He was relieved to note that apart from a young couple sitting opposite him, the carriage was empty, and they were just chatting between themselves.

A few stations down the track and it seemed to Alex that the friendly chat opposite was starting to get a bit acrimonious. Bored, he started tuning in and enjoying the conversation.

The young couple seemed to be teenagers, eighteen or nineteen, and they weren't so much a couple but a young lady and her would-be swain. The acrimony that was creeping into their conversation appeared to be about her lack of interest in giving lover-boy a bit of nooky. Feeling amused, Alex listened a little harder.

"Come on, Angela," the would-be lover was begging. "We got time. If you're worried about the old fart watching us, we can always move further down the train."

"I said no, Joey, and I mean no," came the irritated reply. "I don't want to."

"But why not?" insisted Joey. "It'll just be a bit of quick fun. Come on, give me a real reason why not instead of just saying no."

This back and forth went on for a few moments, the girl's answers becoming shorter and Joey becoming ever more insistent, apparently thinking he was getting somewhere. Alex's opinion was that Joey was riding for a fall, if not a spectacular K.O.

Finally, after one request too many for an excuse and fending off one grope too many, Angela laid it on the line.

"You want a reason?" she suddenly snapped. "OK, I'll give you a reason. You get out in about five minutes, and while I've heard you can go from start to finish in under two I need more time than you've got. In addition, you're juvenile. I prefer older men. And your dick's so small I doubt it could make the grade anyway."

"They say politicians never ask a question unless they know the answer in advance," thought Alex. "You could learn from them, my boy."

Joey was not taking these slurs lying down. He pointed out that five minutes would be plenty of time, because he was an excellent lover. Then he offered to show her his cock so she could check the size for herself. Angela just laughed at that one and held up a closed hand with the little finger held out, giving her silent assessment of his manhood.

Foiled on these two accounts, Joe turned on Alex. 

"If you like older men so much why don't you offer a bit of it to the old fart there. Maybe he's old enough to satisfy you. That is if anyone that old can still get it up."

Alex felt mildly irritated. He was in his forties. That wasn't old and he could most certainly get it up when he wanted to. Stupid young squirt.

When Angela didn't deign to answer this salvo, Joey stepped up his attack. "Come on. He's an old geezer. Why don't you flash your tits at him and see if he's interested. Go on. You're not wearing a bra. I can tell by the way you bounce."

So could Alex, and while he quite appreciated the bounce he hadn't considered Joey smart enough to even notice. It seemed that a horny teenager didn't miss much.

Angela had been getting steadily madder at that cretin, Joey. With this last little effort she snapped. She turned to face Alex directly and called out to him.

"Hey, mister, would you like a bit of this?" while at the same time jerking her top up and displaying a pair of fine breasts.

Still amused, Alex shook his head. "Not right now," he said, "but thanks for asking."

Joey was also fuming. "What's the matter, grandpa," he jeered. "Can't handle something like this." At the same time he reached over to grope those lovely globes, only to be frustrated again as Angela neatly moved them out of reach and then out of sight.

Alex grinned at the little by-play, and Joey re-acted furiously. 

"What are you laughing at, you old fart," he snarled, rising to his feet.

Alex let his smile grow. "I am not an old fart and I'm not your grandfather. If I was I'd clout you to teach you some manners." 

Even as he spoke, Alex was breathing deeper and squaring his shoulders. There was nothing obvious in what he did, but to Joey he suddenly looked a lot bigger and a lot tougher than he had a few moments before. Joey was quite relieved to find they were pulling into his station. With a mumbled curse he swung away and left the train.

Alex and Angela settled back into their respective seats and the train continued on its way.

A few more stations and the stations were now further apart as they travelled through the outlying suburbs. Then the train pulled up between stations and sat. Alex looked out the window and shrugged. And waited.

After a minute or so, a message came over the announcement system. "We regret to inform you that there has been a breakdown in front of us. We will need to wait here until it has been cleared. It is expected that this will take about thirty minutes. We apologise for the inconvenience."

Alex felt like swearing. If they said thirty minutes they probably meant sixty. There was nothing he could do but wait. He settled back again.

The pleasant memory of a pair of delightful young breasts popped back into his mind. He smiled. There was something he could do.

He rose and moved across to where Angela sat. She looked up at him in surprise and he smiled down at her. 

"According to the announcement, we have at least thirty minutes to wait before we get going. Then we'll probably have ten to fifteen minutes before we reach the next station. To fill in time, I thought I'd take you up on your earlier offer."

Angela looked blankly back at him. "What on earth was he on about," she wondered.

Alex continued smiling as he explained. "While Joey was here you asked me if I'd like a bit of these," he said, reaching over and poking one tender breast. "I've decided that since we're stuck here, why not?"

Angela when from blank to stunned, as she hastily slapped his hand away from her breast. "You've got to be kidding," she said, "Fat chance." She determinedly looked away from Alex, conversation over.

"No," came the cool reply, to Angela's continue shock and growing nervousness. "I liked what I saw and I've decided to see more of it and to see more of the rest of you."

Angela shook her head firmly. "No, now leave me alone."

Alex laughed quietly. "I'm afraid you don't quite understand," he told her. "You offered and I've now accepted and no is not an option. 

As Angela continued to sit looking away from him Alex shrugged and reaching down cupped her breast. That got a reaction, as she squealed and jerked around and away from him. 

"Just leave me alone, will you," she yelled. "You know damn well I was only having a shot at Joey because he was being a pest."

"Maybe," observed Alex, "but that's irrelevant you did make the offer and I'm here to accept. I'm Alex by the way. I think it's only fair that you know who's in you."

Angela was now feeling worried and frustrated. Why couldn't men accept being told no. "Look, if you're really desperate for another peak I'll show them to you again," she snapped. "Then you can go away."

Shaking his head Alex refused, apology in his voice. "I'm sorry, but that won't do. I want to see all your body, and when I take you I expect you to be completely naked. Are you going to take your clothes off yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

"You're going to rape me, aren't you," accused Angela, fear putting a tremor in her voice. "No matter what I say you're going to make me have sex with you."

"Now don't go using nasty little words like rape," said Alex, his voice soft and soothing. "Look at it as being permission impaired sex."

He paused for a moment as Angela tried to follow that bizarre statement, and then continued, apologetically.

"If I have to take off your clothes, they may get a bit damaged. Will you want some money to pay for new ones, or will you just take them off yourself."

Angela hit the roof at the mention of money. It was bad enough to be told you were going to be raped, but then to be offered money as though she was a whore?

"No, I do not," she snapped. "I can take the damned things off myself." 

Suiting actions to words she swiftly lifted her top, but instead of just flashing Alex it continued up and over her head. She sat there defiantly, breasts proudly jutting. 

"Are you satisfied now?" she asked, her voice quavering slightly. "Can I put my top back on now?"

A laugh greeted this ploy. "And the rest," she was told firmly, and after another hesitation her slacks were undone and removed.

Alex admired her neat figure, firm high breasts and long slender legs, curving out into womanly thighs.

He sat down next to her. "Stand up," he told her, and as soon as she was standing before him he reached out for her panties. Giving her a warning look as she tried to hold onto them, he watched her relinquish her grip and let him roll them down.

"It's only fair that you should see what you're getting in exchange," Alex told her, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off.

Angela gulped as she could now see just how big and muscular this man was. They say clothes make the man but in this instance, Angela thought, they'd been hiding him. Her nervousness increased and then as she watched him take of his trousers and underpants her nervousness went into red alert.

"I thought those things stopped growing when you were a teenager," she gasped, looking at Alex's equipment.

"It's not that large," she was told with quiet amusement. "A little better than Joey's, I surmise?"

"What now," asked Angela, resigned but expectant. She was feeling oddly excited and stimulated on seeing Alex's cock, and was already wondering what it would be like inside her.

"If you're expecting me to just lie you down and take you, you're about to be disappointed," Alex said, reaching for her and drawing her gently towards him. We have plenty of time and I want to get acquainted with your body first."

"If I have to do this," Angela protested, "I'd just as soon you did it and got it over with." 

Alex then further infuriated and frustrated her by sadly shaking his head. "You younger people," he said mournfully. "It's all rush, rush, rush. You need to take pride in a job and take your time. You don't want a two minute special like Joey."

"I don't want any sort of special," returned Angela bitterly. "As far as I'm concerned, the faster the better."

Alex smiled and pulled Angela onto his lap. Angela was now aware of several things. Alex was big and muscular and male and made her feel very small and female. His obvious strength made her feel weak in comparison, and his hairy chest rubbing against her made her very conscious of the smoothness of her own skin. Most of all, she was aware of his erection jutting between her legs, and leaning on her pussy.

Angela had no control over what was happening to her body. When that cock had first popped into sight she had felt a warmth and a wetness deep inside. Now that it was leaning against her pussy and having a look around, so to speak, she felt the heat being turned up and the slight moistness was fast becoming an internal rainstorm. She shuddered and waited for events to unfold.

Alex started to kiss Angela, who turned her head aside in defiance. Firm fingers gently tilted her head back towards him and his lips pressed against hers, teasing and tasting. Angela held firm for a moment, but found her own body conspiring against her, liking the feeling of those lips and wanting more. Soon she was kissing him back, their mouths and tongues meeting in a loving duel.

Nimble fingers drifted down and closed over two eagerly awaiting breasts, encouraging them to swell and teasing nipples erect. Soothing and exciting sensations drifted from Angela's breasts, seeking the warmth that was slowly seeping up from below.

Now a hand drifted further down, pressing against an ardent young pussy and feeling it pressing back. Alex move one hand behind Angela's neck to help support her as his mouth started ravishing her breasts, alternatively kissing, licking, sucking and biting, little nibbles that would leave little bruises, but eagerly desired by breasts that were straining towards them.

Angela was moaning steadily now, lost in a storm of sensation that was battering her tender flesh, not knowing where the next touch would come but wanting it anyway. Her hands curled tightly into Alex's hair, trying to find some stability amongst the tempest.

Alex was exploring deeper into her body, fingers playing with her labia, dipping inside and teasing her vagina and wandering around her clitoris.

Reaching up, Alex took one of Angela's hands and let it lie between her thighs where his erection stood tall. Angela's fingers felt it, stroked it and danced along it before holding fast upon it.

Angela twisted off Alex's lap, moving her head down and then letting her warm mouth engulf him. Slowly her head bobbed up and down, bringing pleasure as she moved.

Alex watched her head bobbing, smiling to notice her bottom moving in unison with it. His hand slid over that bottom, sliding along her warm pussy, teasing her lips apart before darting between them. His fingers hovered around her clitoris for a moment, agitating her flesh and bringing it to a screaming awareness of the invasion taking place. Then his fingers darted forward, teasing Alex's clitoris, and Alex's head jerked up and off his cock in astonishment as her first orgasm ripped into her.

She sat up, shuddering, holding Alex's hand tightly between her thighs, fingers still inside her.

Alex waited while she slowly came back to awareness of what was happening. Now he was urging her to kneel on the seat, head resting on her arms while her bottom was lifted high, her legs spread.

Alex knelt behind her, cock pressed lightly against her. Slowly easing her lips apart, he entered. 

Now that the dreaded and desired invasion had begun Angela let out a small squeal, a squeal that became louder and longer at the inexorable movement of Alex deep into her vagina. 

Alex maintained a constant slow pressure, giving Angela's body ample time to conform and fit itself to him. She was warm and wet, and he slid into place like a well oiled piston, generating waves of tactile pleasure as he advanced. Finally, with one last push he was home, to a muffled cry of "Oh, my god," from a young lady who now found herself firmly nailed.

Angela was no longer concerned about who was doing this to her. All she knew was that she had been taken advantage of and that she was now home for a living appendage, an appendage that was hot and silky and throbbing within her. Her view of the world had drastically narrowed, concentrated entirely within her. 

Satisfied that Angela had adjusted to him and was now waiting, Alex pressed firmly forward, feeling Angela's instant response as she pushed back against him. And then they were moving in an ancient dance, perfect partners matching each other's moves.

Already having had that initial orgasm, Angela wasn't surprised to feel another rushing toward her. As it approached she felt Alex leaning heavily into her, and heard his voice whispering. 

"You like older men and you like it to last, remember. So let's take out time."

The word slipped past her, not staying in her consciousness, as she felt Alex surging within her. Soon, she knew, she would be coming again, and anticipation was bright within her.

There was a subtle change to their dance, the fast waltz was turning into a stately polonaise, holding her at her current position, not letting her get away and complete her waltz. She twisted and writhed, trying to return to the previous dance. The words she heard came floating back, and this time understanding dawned.

"Alex, you bastard," she screamed. "Don't you dare stall on this. I want to finish now." The last coming out with a wail.

There was laughter that she considered quite sadistic as Alex continued the same slow movements, holding her poised, denying her her satisfaction. It didn't take long before she was sobbing her need, pleading for Alex to move.

Writhing around on Alex's cock, Angela struggled to make him move faster, desperate for this sweet torture to end, finally giving a heartfelt groan of relief when she felt Alex give a hard thrust to let the waltz continue. 

Now she was flying around the dance floor, matching her partner's steps, beating out an ever quickening step until finally being tossed high to signal the end. 

Landing after the dance, Angela rested, head on her arms and bottom still upthrust. She felt a gentle rocking motion and a hand caressed her bottom.

"In case you haven't noticed," said a quiet voice, "the train is moving again."

"Oh, good," muttered Angela. "Finally I get to go home."

"Mmmm. But you really should try to remember that you are currently naked, and the station can't be that far off."

"OK," she grumbled, followed by a scream and a mad scramble for clothes.

She sat, looking at Alex, as the train pulled in. "What do I say to someone who had decided that I needed some permission impaired sex?" she wondered.

Finding nothing to say, she got off the train.



On The Train



Do you travel to work each day on mass transit? 

If you do, then I'm sure you understand this story. 

I hope you enjoy this read, and look forward to hearing from you when you're done. 

Thanks. 

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Living in the 'burbs was just fine with me. I know, most guys my age...twenty three...would rather be where the action and the girls were, but I enjoyed the fresher air, trees and grass. Even the squirrels and raccoons were entertaining. I had a nice apartment / suite in the basement of a nice... hell, very nice... house, on a quiet street, in a quiet neighbourhood. It was... quiet. I like quiet. 

If there was a disadvantage to my semi-rural address, it was that I worked in the city, in one of those god awful, skyscraping monstrosities of glass and steel. There, it was anything but quiet, but that made the contrast of my home location all the more peaceful. 

Getting to work could have been a nightmare, but fortunately, the area had access to the commuter train network servicing the city, with a station a mere five minute drive from my home. That kind of commute I could handle; five minutes of nonexistent traffic, then sit comfortably for ninety minutes, while someone else drove. Even better, the schedule was very consistent, getting me there with a fifteen minute cushion, everyday. 

Since all of the people on the train with me were from a similar situation, that being a suburban one, everyone was pretty calm, and relaxed. Friendly, too. 

Which brings me to the point of all this rambling. The friendly bit. 

I first noticed 'her' on a Monday. It was a rainy day, so rather than looking out the window, I actually watched the passengers getting on, at the stop after mine. Raincoats and umbrellas were everywhere, as were weather induced frowns. Still, she stood out. 

Tall, partly because of the sexy stilettos on her pretty feet, I first noticed her because she was alone, and smiling, despite the damp skies. She sat across the aisle from me, one seat down, facing my direction. She was dressed nicely, if conservatively, in a monotone of greys and blacks, which contrasted nicely against her long, striking blonde hair. She projected confidence, crossing her legs while she thumbed her phone, and it was the crossing of her legs that truly got my attention. 

You know how some guys are 'ass men', and others like other parts of a woman's body? I wasn't like that. I like my women the way I like my music, which would be to say 'varied'. My tastes follow one rule, that there are no rules. I like what I like, and I know it when I see it. Right now, I liked that leg. 

Smooth, shapely, and apparently well muscled, her left calf had my focus. She was dangling her shoe off her toes, while she read the screen of her phone. She was oblivious to my observing gaze, but I kept a low profile anyway, trying not to stare. 

Every time she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, the motion in the corner of my view made me shift my eyes from the reinstated landscape passing out the window, to her very attractive legs. I took a better look at her. 

She had loosened the belt on her raincoat, which made it hide her body in its ambiguous folds, so I couldn't get a more detailed impression of her, other than her height. I would have put her in her mid thirties, and she was quite pretty, with blue eyes.  

The train slowed, and she looked up, then tucked her phone away and stood, anticipating the end of her journey. It was my stop too, but she was way ahead of me, and I lost her in the crowd before I cleared the station. 

Oh well. Off to work. The distraction was nice while it lasted. 

***

Days passed, and she was conspicuous in her absence. Well, to me anyway. I had been eager to board the train Tuesday, hoping to get a better look at her, but at her stop, she didn't show up. 

I admit it never occurred to me to look elsewhere on the train. I was a creature of habit, and always went to the same car, and sat in the same group of seats, if not the exact same one. I guess I assumed she was the same, as it appeared to apply to nearly everyone in the car, most of whom I knew by sight. Not by name, mind you. The conversations never got quite that deep. 

Anyway, since it had been several days since that first time, I had mentally written her off as a pleasant memory, and was reading a book on my tablet. The train stopped, people got on, and it started up again. 

"Excuse me," a voice said, "are these seats taken?" 

I glanced up... It was her! 

"Um, no," I replied, "Please, help yourself." 

"Thank you," she smiled, and slipped into the seat across from me. 

Outwardly, I went back to reading my book, but inside, I was trying to focus on my peripheral vision. I shifted in my seat, angling the tablet to put the corner of it in her direction. I could now simply change my focus, and steal glances at her. 

She was looking out the window, watching the countryside go by on this, a much more pleasant, sunny day. From this range, I was easily able to evaluate her better, and let me tell you...the view was delicious. She wasn't merely pretty ; she was stunning, and her eyes weren't really blue, tending more toward green. Her neck, long and slender, had an elegance that fit her. Despite the sunshine, it was still spring, and her raincoat remained in place, although fastened loosely. Then there were her legs, of course, crossed and looking so perfectly formed as to be those of a dancer. 

I spent the balance of the trip pretending to read, for the most part, while spying on her. The sun shone on her blonde, near platinum mane, and her eyes sparkled. Finally, the train began to brake, and she gathered herself to depart, but this time, I stayed close enough to see which way she went when we reached the street. It was idle curiosity, not stalking, and I turned toward my own office. 

***

Somehow, it never occurred to me that I might see her on the homeward leg of my commute, but that's what happened that day. She was on the train already when I boarded, sitting in the same seat as in the morning, with 'my' seat still vacant. 

"May I?" I laughed, as it was my turn to ask permission. She smiled, and gestured to the chair. 

"Of course," she said. "Twice in the same day...we simply must stop meeting like this. People will talk," she laughed softly. 

"Heaven forbid," I snickered, taking my seat. I took out my tablet, planning another trip of pretend reading. 

"Isn't technology wonderful?" she smiled. 

"I'm sorry?" I replied, not following her point. 

"The tablet. I saw you reading this morning. Remember when reading a book meant carrying a big, heavy pile of paper?" 

"Oh. Yeah," I laughed. "No matter how many books I load, it never gets any heavier."

"Android or Apple?" she asked, leaning forward a bit to see. 

"Android," I answered. "Never really cared for the iPad, or iPhone, for that matter." 

"I agree," she smiled. "I do the same with my phone...reading books, I mean." She turned the screen to show me a text page. "Reading anything good?" 

That started a cheerful conversation, about books, technology, and the like. The fact that we were talking was fine with me. When you talk to someone, you generally look at them, and she was very easy on the eyes. Her stunning perfection was marred only by a few tiny lines, caused by her frequent smile. It was the most enjoyable commute I'd ever had, but came to an end when we reached her stop. 

"Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" she smiled as she stood. 

"I look forward to it," I replied. Oh boy, do I ever. 

***

I virtually sprinted onto the train the next morning, as though that would speed up the train, and 'her' arrival. I didn't even know her name. Maybe I'd fix that today. 

As the train rolled into the station where she would be boarding, I scanned out the window, looking at the crowd of heads, hoping to see a flash of blonde shining in the sun. I was unsuccessful. It was disheartening. As the train started to pull away, I continued to stare out the window, and finally sensed a presence beside me. 

"Hi!" she chirped, taking the seat across from me again. "Good morning!"

"Morning!" I replied. "For a minute there, I thought I'd be lonely today." 

"No, just came in from the other door," she smiled. "Besides, it's much more fun to have someone pleasant to talk to." 

Mmmmm. Someone pleasant to talk to. I was happy with that designation. For now at least. Still, names might make it easier. 'Hey you...blondie, with the great legs'...only works once. Maybe twice. 

I looked up from my musings, and she was taking off her coat, folding it neatly across her lap. 

Whoa! Curse the raincoat! It had kept me from appreciating those. 

Okay, I was now officially fully attentive. Despite her quite conservative office attire, she was definitely packing a pair that had somehow escaped my notice. I held out my hand. 

"I'm Alex, by the way," I smiled. 

"Sam" she giggled, taking my hand and returning the smile. I frowned. 

"No. Sam is a butcher. Sam is a grizzled war veteran. I can't call an exquisitely beautiful woman 'Sam'," I said. It was a bit over the top, and not really intended as a flirt, but true. 

Her mouth was hanging open, and she blushed. 

"Why, um, thank you," she demurred. "You can call me Samantha, then. No one has called me beautiful in years."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Been hanging around a lot of blind people, have you?" I laughed. 

"No, but maybe my husband has selective blindness," she replied. Her eyes sparkled at the compliments, and she looked at me for a long few seconds. 

Our conversation the rest of the way was unremarkable, but she was right. Having someone pleasant to talk to really did pass the time better. Especially someone pleasant to look at. 

***

For the next few days, things remained largely the same, with one exception. A bit more mild flirtation was mixed in, and she seemed to be leading things in that direction. 

It was the next week that saw the biggest change. Some might put it down to warmer weather, but I had a feeling that her temperature was causing the wardrobe change. At least I hoped so, but either way, Samantha, who already had my imagination running wild with her subtle teasing, was dressed to provoke a reaction. She got it. I had to keep my travel bag on my lap to hide it. 

A minty green colour, her dress was light, airy, and flowed softly when she walked onto the train. It fit her upper half like a second skin, and showed more cleavage than I'd seen her display before. Not a blatant, 'come and get some' amount, but certainly a delicious taste of what lay beneath. The skirt ended just above the knee, and when she crossed her legs as usual, a tantalizing bit of smooth thigh peeked out. I was stunned. 

"Good morning, Alex," she sang happily. 

"Wow, Samantha...that's some dress!" I smiled. "I mean, good morning to you too." 

"You like it?" she cast her bait. 

Hell yes, I thought. 

"I know it's a bit much for work, but it's such a lovely day out, I couldn't resist," she laughed, holding my gaze. "It's not too, revealing, is it?" 

Oh fuck...how do I answer that with a straight face. Besides, what good is my opinion now? The train has literally left the station. 

"Um, no," I mumbled. 

"I don't mind attracting a little attention," she smiled, heading down flirtation lane again. "Makes me feel like a woman."

"Oh, you definitely are that," I replied, trying not to stare. She was married, after all. Probably best not to get an appetite for a buffet that's closed. 

She was a fun commute companion, with a wicked, dry sense of humour that often lead toward a subtle flirt or ribald observation. Like I said, I tried not to stare, but she was just so dammed attractive, with those greenish eyes, platinum waves, and very kissable lips, not to mention the delights below the neck. She didn't seem to mind my gaze on her, at any rate. 

With the train approaching our stop downtown, we both gathered our stuff and walked back to the door. Every since we started talking, we had walked the three blocks of our mutual route together, until location of work forced us to part. We continued to talk as the train slowed, and she was adjusting her purse strap, when it stopped with a lurch she wasn't prepared for. 

She stumbled, doing a full body plant against my chest. I caught her, my arm wrapping around her waist. She still had those big, soft breasts crushed into me as she recovered, looking into my eyes. I held her, relishing the feel of her body in my grasp, regardless of the cause. 

"I'm fine, thanks," she giggled, as the doors opened, and people started flowing around us like we were rocks in a stream. "You can let me go now." 

But, what if I don't want to? I thought. I kind of like this. 

Reluctantly, I released her, and we fell in with traffic. She kept casting these little sideways glances at me, with a little grin on her face. Maybe she enjoyed it too. Finally we arrived at the point of divergence. 

"See you tonight?" she smiled, and I nodded. "Okay, have a good day." Off she went, and I looked back once to watch her ass sway under the light dress. She was looking back, too, and smiled, waving her fingertips. 

I was near useless at work that day, reliving the sensation of her body against mine. My imagination wasn't helping any. Every time I pictured her in that dress, it seemed to get smaller, shorter and tighter, until my mental picture had her boobs bulging out deliciously, and the skirt barely covered her ass. 

She beat me onto the train, and was sitting in 'our' section when I boarded. I was happy to see that her dress hadn't shrunk, the way it did in my head. Maybe a little disappointed, too. Another thing that hadn't shrunk was her smile. Still as big and bright as ever. 

I took my seat as usual, and she told me about her day. In one of our conversations, she had told me that her husband wasn't a very good listener, so she often found herself internalizing the events of the day, instead of letting them go. She was a little sad when she told me that, but very grateful when I offered to be her sounding board on the trip home. 

"I turned a lot of heads today," she giggled, shaking her shoulders teasingly. Her boobs swayed with the motion, and my eyes couldn't help falling to follow them. "It was fun. Every guy in the office was especially friendly. A few of the girls, too," she smiled. "I may have identified a few with lesbian leanings. I didn't think it was that sexy," she gestured to the dress, which was showing me a bit more thigh, right now. 

"Hmmm, it's cute," I smiled, "but the sexy comes from inside. You feel good dressed that way, so that side of you comes out. You like being wanted. Most women do." I may have said too much, but she smiled back. 

"Thank you for the compliment," she said softly, and seemed to be deep in thought for a while. I left her alone, but when her stop arrived, she stood and went to the door. Just before she stepped off, she turned her head, smiled, and nodded. 

Until tomorrow, I thought. 

***

Days turned into weeks, and we were becoming very good friends. I became part girlfriend, part therapist, and she told me things about her life that she probably shouldn't have. Things that made me sad. Things that made me angry. Things that made me, well...horny.

She sprinkled some more interesting items into her wardrobe, careful not to show too much, or too often, but with her smile, beauty and curves, a burlap sack would be sexy. I was beginning to question her motivation for dressing the way she was. Some of it seemed to be directed solely at me. 

One day, she boarded wearing a royal blue dress and calf high boots, with spike heels. The dress buttoned all the way up the front, from just below the knees, to her neck. It was tailored to fit her like a glove. At the bottom, she had a few undone, to make it easier to walk. At the top, a few left unbuttoned showed a touch of cleavage. 

She was quieter than usual, and I finally had to ask if she was okay. 

"Yeah, sorry, Alex. Just have a lot on my mind today." She spun around and took the seat next to me. "You don't mind, do you?" I shook my head. She rested against my shoulder. "I wish I had more people like you in my life," she sighed. "I'd be a lot happier." 

When we walked from the train to her office, she was still very quiet. 

"I'll be waiting for you here, this afternoon...if that's alright?" she asked, touching me on the shoulder. 

"Of course, Samantha," I replied. "Are you sure you're okay?" 

"Ask me again later, okay?" she smiled. "Have a good day at work." 

I was concerned about her. She didn't seem herself, but I had a very busy day at my office, and she was forced from my mind for a time. 

***

"Hi Alex!" she giggled as I walked up to her on the sidewalk that afternoon. "How was your day?" 

"I thought that was my line?" I said, surprised. She seemed happier now. 

"Oh, my day was fine," she smiled, "and now that you're here, it's looking better. Shall we?" She offered her arm. 

This was new, but I hooked arms with her and off we went. I couldn't help noticing that a few more buttons at either end of the string were unfastened, and I could clearly see much deeper into her cleavage. Walking in those spiked heels gave her a nice bit of jiggle, drawing my eyes even more. 

When we boarded the train, and she took her seat, I noticed how far up she was undone. Walking or standing didn't really show much, but as she crossed her legs, half her thigh came into view. I glanced down, then up, and she was watching me. She smiled wider, taking the seat next to me again. 

"I'm sorry Samantha," I began, "I didn't mean to..." 

"Don't apologize, Alex," she interrupted. "I wore it for you. I've noticed the way you look at me...my legs...my breasts...and I like it," she whispered, leaning closer. "I've made a decision." 

Oh my, I thought. If she's saying what I think she's saying, I'm gonna freak out. 

"How old do you think I am, Alex?" she asked, looking at me with those green, soul searching orbs. 

Oh fuck. What kind of a question is that to ask a guy to answer? Answer too high, and you insult her. Too low, and it comes off as cheap flattery. Frigging landmine. That's what it is. Oh, what the fuck. 

"I would guess, oh...thirty five?" I ventured. 

"You're so sweet, but no..." she smiled, "...I'm forty seven. I've been married for twenty eight years, to the same man, who hasn't looked at me that way for at least a decade. I was beginning to think I'd never feel that tingle...of being desired...ever again. Until I met you."

That buffet I was avoiding? Apparently just opened up again. 

I looked around. Everyone was in their own little world...reading, listening to music, blabbing aimlessly. No one was paying us any attention. 

"Alex..."she breathed, licking her lips,"...I'm going to get up, and walk to the bathroom over there. I'm going to step inside, and I'd like it very much if you'd join me in about two minutes. Knock twice. If I don't hear from you within five minutes, I think it would be best if I didn't see you anymore. I've kind of played all my cards at once, and if you're not interested, maybe you should tell me now, before I embarrass myself further."

Are you kidding me? Two minutes will be an eternity. 

"Knock twice, you say?" I asked. 

She smiled, and stood up, trying to walk like someone who needed to go pee, not like someone who wanted to get laid. The restroom door was around the corner, in a little alcove, and she disappeared from view. 

I glanced at my watch, counting the seconds. Fuck! Is one minute close enough? 




On The Train



I followed, as inconspicuously as possible. Rounding the corner, I knocked twice, and the door opened. Samantha backed away as I joined her, and closed the door behind me. 

The first thing you need to know is that train restrooms are bigger than their airline counterparts. Space is not such an issue, so having both of us in there wasn't even a squeeze. 

"You know," she giggled, "I never really made it past asking you in here in my head. I don't know what to do next."

"Well, then let me," I smiled, stepping closer. She stepped away nervously, pressing her back against the wall. I looked into her eyes. "If you want me to stop, just say so," I breathed. 

I touched her chin. In her heels, I hardly had to turn her face up to access her lips, and touched mine to hers with a feathery pressure. Any hesitation I felt from her was swept away in seconds, and her mouth opened to admit my tongue to play. Her arms eased up around my shoulders, then, higher, wrapping around my neck to continue the kiss, which was getting hotter by the second. 

I had my hands at her waist, and slid one up to cup her breast gently. She moaned quietly, and brought one hand down, sliding it between us. She unbuttoned further, from the top down, until her dress was wide open, allowing my hands inside. 

"Oh jesus, Alex...this is so wrong! It's been twenty eight years since anyone but my husband touched me like this," she gasped, as I fondled her softly and kissed her neck. 

"Are you asking me to stop?" I asked, pausing for a second.

"God no!" she giggled. "I want this. I need this. I want you to take me, and use me for your pleasure. Make me feel like a beautiful woman again." 

"Samantha...you are, and always have been a very, very beautiful woman," I whispered, kissing her again. "Your husband just can't see you for what you are anymore. He's lost his objectivity." 

"Really? He seems to see it in his secretary," she snarled.

"Okay, maybe he's just an ass hole," I laughed, and she joined in. 

She pushed me back, and sauntered the few steps across the room, removing her dress as she did. She hung it on the hook on the wall. Now wearing only her bra and very brief panties...and high heeled boots...she swung her hips provocatively on her return. 

"I know what I want to do now," she smiled, looking down at the bulge her presence had caused. "That looks big. Mind if I peek?" she asked. 

"By all means," I grinned, as she squatted in front of me. Her hands ran up my thighs, and caressed the hardness between them. 

"Ooooo, it is big!" she giggled, unfastening my belt. Within seconds, she was peeling my pants down, followed quickly by my jockeys. "Oh good lord! It's huge!" she groaned, grasping it with both hands. "You're going to tear me apart."

"Are you asking me to stop?" I repeated. She answered by swallowing the head of my cock, and shaking her head emphatically. She was only able to gobble about half my dick, but didn't waste the rest, giving it a nice firm stroke with her hands. She had me like steel in seconds. Withdrawing slowly, she teased me with her tongue. 

"I'd really like to taste your yummy man juice, but right now, I need you to put it somewhere else," she smiled, rising again to full height. "Will you take a raincheck for the blowjob?"

"Certainly," I replied, as she stepped in front of the sink. She wagged her ass at me. 

"Good. Please...stick that monster up my poor neglected pussy. I've been daydreaming about it for weeks, and I'm dripping wet. Fuck me, Alex. Please?" 

I stepped out of my pants and moved behind her. She leaned forward and gripped the sink with both hands. 

My god, I thought as I placed my hand on her firm ass. I was finally able to appreciate her body fully, and it was fantastic. Her husband must have been an idiot to let her think she wasn't the most desirable piece of ass on the planet. 

Her legs...the attribute that first got my attention...were long, sinuous, sculptures of virtual perfection. I like a bit of meat on the bone, and she had just the right amount, with thighs and calves that flowed in gentle curves of muscle. Under my hand, I felt the firm fullness of her buns, and caressed the rounded shape softly, from its gentle swell at the top of her thighs, to the taper of her narrow, flat midsection. She moaned quietly as I touched her warm skin. 

"Samantha, you're incredible. I've never seen such walking perfection," I whispered. "You are so beautiful." A blush spread across her face, and she thanked me. I gently, eased her panties over her hips, sliding them down her legs, until they fell around her ankles, and she stepped out, taking a new wider stance. 

My right hand dipped between her legs from behind, finding a smooth gash, totally awash in hot, slippery juices. The moan she uttered this time was louder, and more direct. So were her words. 

"Alex...please, god, I need your cock! Give it to me, I'm begging you! Fuck my pussy!" 

"Last chance to say 'no'," I smiled, rubbing the head of my hard, erect pole across her ass and nestling it between her soaked lips. She looked up at me in the mirror, and pushed back with her hips, engulfing nearly half of my shaft. I took that as a 'yes', and buried it balls deep inside her. 

"Holy shit!" she hissed, drooping her head, then looking up at me again. Our eyes connected in the mirror, and she smiled. "My husband has never touched me that deeply before. I feel like a virgin again. God, you're big!" 

I filed the compliment away, and eased out about halfway, looking down at her thick labia, which clung to my shiny, well coated shaft, reluctant to let it go. Grasping her hips with both hands, I slammed back in. She grunted, and I saw her big breasts swing in the reflection, still cradled by her bra. They hung like ripe cantaloupes. I watched them jiggle and sway with each stroke, then reached up and eased the straps off her shoulders, pulling the garment down her torso, and freeing her globes. That's better, I thought, and fucked her with more fury. 

Samantha was grunting and groaning in time with my rhythm, while a gently muted 'slap, slap, slap' filled the small room. Her eyes blazed at mine in the mirror, and her mouth opened wider, upper lip twisting into a snarl of joy as her first orgasm washed over her. 

"Oh, oh, oh...oh fuck, yes!" she hissed, leaning forward on her arms while her legs quivered. I held her hips firmly, but her legs buckled, unable to stand through the pleasure. "Shit...I haven't cum like that in years." 

"Come here," I smiled, taking a seat on the toilet, my slick penis pointing skyward. "Straddle me. Let me at those nipples." 

"Oh, you are a man after my own heart," she giggled, stepping unsteadily over and impaling herself. "Uhhhn! There...here you go, baby," she smiled, holding her full breasts up for me to gorge on. Her areolas were a couple of inches across, tightly crinkled and engorged, surrounding spires as thick and tall as my fingertip. "I hope you enjoy suckling them as much as I will enjoy having them sucked."

I can pretty much guarantee that, I thought, encircling her left nub gently and drawing it deep into my mouth. She sighed, and I felt her pussy clench around my dick, while she ground her pelvis against me. 

"I used to have orgasms all the time when I was breastfeeding my daughters," she said quietly, stroking the back of my head softly. "My husband knows how much I love it, but he just doesn't seem to care, anymore." There was a sadness in her voice that didn't belong here, while we were together. 

"Samantha, honey...don't do that to yourself, not now. This is for you...for us...and he's not here, so the only one feeling any pain is you, when you should be feeling pleasure," I said, kissing her nipple softly. "I'm here, and I care." I looked up into her eyes, and they were moist. 

The kiss that followed was ecstasy incarnate. I had never felt such passion, and coming from a woman who was old enough to easily be my mother, it felt strange, and strangely arousing. Our tongues duelled playfully, and she started to rise and fall on my cock. 

"Fuck, Alex," she breathed, her voice quavering with excitement, "I'm going to cum again. Help me, baby. I'm so close...please suck my nipples." I latched on, and sucked hard. "Oh baby, that's it, suck them, bite them, just don't stop. I'm cumming!" Her head snapped back, and she squeaked a restrained howl of glee, while I kept nipping and gnawing on her sensitive tips. The orgasm continued, drawing out for nearly a minute, before she tapped the back of my head. "Oh god, no more! Stop! I can't breathe!" 

Samantha leaned limply against me, gasping for air, while I supported her body. I felt her pussy juices dripping off my balls, puddling on the seat. We rested for a minute or two, before she rose wearily off my lap. Streaks of her honey adorned her thighs. 

"We'd better get out of here soon, so how do you want to cum, honey?" she asked, looking a little wobbly. "How about from behind again?" she suggested, taking the spot by the sink. "Just fuck the shit out of me, and fill my cunt with your hot cum." She widened her stance for stability, and prepared for the onslaught. 

She was right, though. It was only a matter of time until someone else had to use the restroom, so maybe expediency was wise. I stepped into position and speared her again. 

"Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned. "That's it. Give it to me hard." I reached forward, and took a handful of her lustrous mane. "Oh my god, yes!" 

Long, deep strokes followed, at a rapid pace, slamming into the cushioning curves of her ass each time. She was mewling quietly, while I was feeling that pressure building steadily. Her pussy was a velvet vise, gripping my length in a delicious embrace, bringing me closer to the edge every second. 

"Getting close, baby," I growled, leaning closer to her ear. "I'm going to fill you up." 

"Yes! Do it!" she hissed. "I want to feel it!" 

Seconds later, I exploded, gushing a geyser of spunk into her receptive cunt, while she groaned and twitched in my grasp. I rested with my hands on the edge of the sink beside hers, and she hooked fingers with me. 

"That was...whew...incredible!" she gasped, wriggling her rump back against me. 

"Samantha, my dear, you are a master of understatement," I wheezed, recovering slowly. "That was the best, ever...and you are the sexiest woman I've ever met." 

She turned, dislodging my wilted noodle from her pussy, and unleashing a stream of my semen that landed with an audible 'splat' on the hard floor. Her arms swept up, around my neck, and she kissed me with a renewed passion. 

"Oh, if I were only twenty five years younger...the fun we could have?" she smiled. 

"We still can, you know?" I replied. "If your husband isn't taking care of your needs, I'd be happy to fill in." 

"I'm sure you would," she giggled, caressing my face, "and you 'fill in' very nicely! I'll be feeling it for a week!" Her expression darkened slightly. "I'd like to continue, but...I'll need to think about it for a while. Being unfaithful is not something I'm accustomed to, even if it come easily to my husband. Do you understand?" 

"Of course, Samantha. I'm not putting any pressure on you. I just wanted you to know how I felt," I added. She nodded, smiled and kissed me again. 

"Okay, baby...you get dressed and get out of here," she laughed, patting my butt gently. "I need to clean up myself, and I should try to mop up our mess," she gestured to the puddle on the floor, "then I'll see you out there. Would you mind getting me a bottle of water from the machine? My throat is a little raw." 

"You got it, Samantha," I smiled finishing up my dressing. She had much more to do...and many more buttons to do...than I did. A parting kiss, and I opened the door cautiously. No one in sight. 

I had to go three cars down to find a working vending machine, but I was able to get two bottles of water and a Snickers bar, before heading back to our seats. Samantha was seated already, her back to me. I rested the cool bottle against the side of her neck from behind. She only flinched a little, and took it from my hand with a smile. 

"Thank you, Alex," she said evenly, trying not to smirk too much. Her thumbs were busy on her phone, and seconds later, my phone buzzed. 

I cleaned up, but the next person in there is going to know someone's been getting busy. Smells like a brothel. I like it. she sent. 

You're a naughty girl. Would you like a bite of my Snickers? I replied, less than three feet away. 

Yes please. Sex makes me hungry, and not just for more. she typed. We were like teenage girls, texting each other from close range. I handed her the candy bar, and she took a big bite, then returned it. She was typing again. 

Despite my attempts to be a good and understanding wife, I think we're going to be seeing a lot of each other, if that's okay with you. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed the intimate contact of sex, but now that you've 'reminded' me, I don't think I can do without it. I'm not promising anything, but if you'll let me work through it, I think we can have a wonderful relationship. Okay? 

I read her message. Somehow, no words could convey my feelings on the matter, and certainly not in text form. I closed my phone and put it away, looking intently at her, waiting for her to look up. When she saw me pocket my phone, she peeked. 

I looked straight into her cool, green eyes, willing her to see the response in mine that I wanted to express, but couldn't in public. If we were still alone, my lips would be on hers, my hands roaming her body, explaining my feelings about her. Alas, a look was all we had right now, and as we pulled into her stop, she nodded, and stood with a soft smile. I watched her step off the train, and just after we began to move, my phone rang. I answered. 

"Thank you, Alex, for understanding, and for a wonderful afternoon," Samantha breathed. "Your warm cum is dripping out of me, and I think I'm going to go home and masturbate, thinking about you. I'll see you tomorrow, honey." She hung up, and I sighed. 

I'll see you tonight, in my dreams, I thought. Suddenly, masturbation was probably going to be my first task when I got home, too. 

***

The next couple of days were torture. We still sat and chatted like usual, but there was no mention of a repeat performance in the restroom. I suppose we had pressed our luck far enough anyway, but damn...she was so close, and so, so attractive...my imagination couldn't help replaying the movie in my memory. I wanted her. Bad. 

She was teetering on the precipice between giving in to her baser desires and feeling guilty about our interlude. All I could do is wait. I told her I wouldn't pressure her, so I stayed away from the subject completely. 

It was Friday afternoon, and we said our goodbyes. I watched her walk off the train at her stop, and a minute later, we pulled out, heading for my station. There, I departed, walking aimlessly to my car in the parking lot. I got in, started the engine, and put it in reverse, ready to pull out of my spot, when I looked in the mirror, and saw a flash of platinum blonde. 

Samantha stood quietly, behind me, her hands folded in front of her, waiting for me to invite her into the car. I waved, and she walked quickly to the passenger door, slipping in smoothly when I opened it for her. 

"How? What...I saw you get off the train?" I blurted. 

"I got back on, at the other door. I couldn't go home," she explained 

"Does this mean you've made your decision?" I asked. 

Her answer was swift, direct, and delivered by pressing her lips to mine. 

"Yes," she added, rather redundantly after that embrace. "Take me home. I'll explain on the way." 

I drove, she talked. Her husband was going out of town, on a business trip, for ten days...starting today...and just told her this afternoon. Bastard! Stupid bastard. He made the decision easy, easier still by taking his bimbo secretary with him, a woman with whom he had a not so secret physical relationship...a relationship that Samantha had documented physical proof of. 

By the time we reached my house and parked out back, Samantha was a curious mix of emotional devastation and blistering anger, with a little vengeful lust thrown in. We walked slowly along the path to the separate, private entrance to my basement suite, and I showed her inside. As soon as we were in, her emotions boiled over, and she broke down, sobbing in my arms. 

I wasn't concerned with anyone overhearing. When I rented this place, the owner made a point of telling me the details of its history. 

They bought the house as an investment, as a young couple, and renovated it, building the suite in the basement for their own use, and renting the upstairs to cover the mortgage. He smiled when her told me his wife was a screamer, and that he had added extra soundproofing to keep their noisy sex from disturbing the tenants. As time progressed, they wanted to start a family, and eventually moved upstairs to accommodate their need for room, but the rental suite remained unaltered, and very, very quiet. 

Now their family was growing up, but I never heard a peep from upstairs, even with two teenaged girls up there. The eldest, a cute eighteen year old, had been a guest in my bed daily for about two weeks, until the novelty wore off for her, and she had inherited her mother's reported penchant for loud, vocal descriptives of her orgasmic bliss. Yet, I remained un-murdered by her parents. There could only be one reason; they couldn't hear us. No one's parents are that cool. 

Samantha was bawling, but I just held her, and let her get it out. She needed the release, and I needed her to relax, and enjoy herself. It took about ten minutes, but the tears subsided, and she apologized for getting me all wet. 

"It's okay," I smiled. "I won't shrink." I left the sexual connotations hanging like a curveball in the strike zone, and she didn't miss the pitch. 

"I'll bet you won't," she giggled, running her hand down my chest until it cupped the firm bulge in my pants. "If anything, you appear to be getting bigger. I seem to remember promising you a blowjob. No time like the present." 

From her knees, she wrestled my belt, pants and underwear into submission, smiling wide when my cock sprung out at her. She grasped it, and stroked it firmly. 

"You know, I think if my husband was packing one of these, I'd be more upset at him using it on that whore secretary of his," she laughed, obviously feeling a bit better. "But, since he's nowhere near this well endowed, she can keep his teenie weenie. I've got something much nicer, here." 

Her mouth opened wide, and she jammed as much of my cock home as she could, inching her lips further along the shaft. She pulled back, leaving a string of saliva hanging. 

"If I do say so myself, I got pretty good at giving him head, but his dick fits down my throat easily. This thing," she grinned up at me, "will take some practice. I apologize in advance if I get a little sloppy. It's gonna take lots of spit." 

She dropped her mouth over me again, claiming more territory successfully, before her gag reflex forced her back. Each time she gulped a bit more, and progress was slow but steady, but it felt un-fucking-believable. No one had ever sucked me like this, one of the advantages of her experience, even if it was all with one man. 

The sensation of her lips, tongue and throat was driving me insane, but that was only part of it. Adding fuel to the fire was the view, looking down at her beautiful face, intense green eyes, and platinum waves, then beyond to the gaping valley between her breasts. I could feel the cauldron bubbling, and knew the time was drawing near. Since we hadn't really discussed it, at least not in any detail, I didn't know if she preferred to spit or swallow. Perhaps a warning was the least I could do. 




On The Train



"Oh honey, that's so good, I'm gonna baste your tonsils if you keep it up," I groaned, leaning back against the kitchen counter. 

"Mmmmm...mmmm hmmm, mmmm hmmm, MMMM HMMM!" she moaned as I went off in her mouth like a broken firehose, gushing cum that she swallowed happily, sucking and pumping to completion. She released me at last, and licked her lips of stray residue, using her finger to scrape up one trickle that had escaped down her chin. 

"Damn, that's good stuff," she smiled, her eyes sparkling at me. "I wonder how it would go over ice cream? I just love ice cream!" 

I was amazed at how quickly she had rebounded from the earlier tears to now. She was bubbly...giddy even. I've never been married, but I've been cheated on, so I can imagine what she was feeling. Well, maybe not, as she had been married and faithful for longer than I had been alive. That kind of betrayal must cut deep. Very deep. 

She was up on her feet again, and kicked off her shoes before wandering around the suite, inspecting it. 

"This is a nice place," she smiled. "Where's the nice bedroom, and the nice bed?"

"Down the hall, on the left," I laughed. She went in that direction. 

"I'd like some nice company," she called as she disappeared around the corner. 

I smiled, and shook my head, wondering how I got so lucky. Once I got my pants back up from around my ankles, I followed her. 

By the time I got to the bedroom door, Samantha was laying on the bed, her long hair spread across the pillow, with a definitive 'come hither' look in her eyes. 

I didn't need to be asked twice, and joined her quickly, slipping into her embrace. 

"I suppose I should thank you for showing me there is life after a cheating husband," she smiled, caressing my face gently. 

And I suppose I should thank him for being a cheating asshole, I thought. If he hadn't been, you wouldn't have been receptive, and we would never have made it here. 

"However," she said softly, "we need to be careful. Now that I've sampled your, um...wares...I can't see myself going back to my old life, but I also don't want to wreck my position, legally. I know it makes me sound like a mercenary bitch, but I've invested twenty eight years in my marriage, and I have no intention of throwing that away...at least, not without adequate compensation. I have his ass in a wringer, and he doesn't even know it yet. I guess he thinks the blonde hair means I'm an idiot, and that I have no idea what he's doing behind my back."

"You said you have proof?" I asked. 

"Oh yeah!" she giggled. "The best kind possible. Another woman's DNA on his cock!" She saw the giant question mark hanging over my head, and continued to explain. "I noticed a funky smell in his underwear one time, a bit of pussy scent, so I bagged them, and saved them. Every time I found another pair, I did the same, until I had ten pair. I sent them to a friend of mine. She's a PhD, at a lab in town, and she ran the swabs. Four separate women," she growled, holding up four fingers, "that we have proof of. Who knows how many before I caught on." 

"Didn't he notice he was losing underwear?" I laughed. 

"Nah," she shook her head, "I bought new ones. He hasn't bought underwear since we got married. He thinks a fairy delivers them." 

She was right. She did have him, dead to rights. Pretty hard to explain away another woman's vaginal DNA contribution on your Johnson, and in your underwear. The only thing that could fuck it up was, well...me. If we got caught, he'd have ammunition to shoot back with. 

"Okay. I understand. Outside of here, we're totally platonic. No more train sex," I nodded. "When are you planning on lowering the boom?" 

"Soon," she smiled, "thanks to you. I was just going through the motions, and was reluctant to be alone, even if he was cheating. You reminded me how life is supposed to feel. Loving, exciting, supportive, respectful. I see now that I can survive after I kick his ass to the curb...with you, if you'd like, or with someone else if it doesn't work out. Either way, you have my undying gratitude."

She leaned closer, and kissed me softly. 

"Okay, enough of that shit...I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm yours for the next ten days. Let's not waste them." She rolled out of bed, and started to strip. Halfway through unbuttoning her blouse, she noticed me watching her, with my hands behind my head, and a smile on my face. "Oh...you want a show, do you?" 

"Yes, Ma'am. Take it off, baby!" I laughed. 

Samantha began to strut around to the music in her head, swinging her hips, and whipping her long hair as she slowly dispatched her blouse, one button at a time. She gazed at me through her tousled hair, those green eyes burning with sexual energy. Turning her back, she held her blouse wide open, dragging it off her shoulders and sawing it back and forth across her back. 

For a long time housewife, Samantha was quite the stripper, wagging her ass at me, dry humping the air, and shaking her shoulders, so those big, beautiful tits jiggled in her bra. Turning her back again, she unzipped her skirt and skinned it off her hips, leaving her in a thong, bra, and black stay-up stockings. 

The bra was next, teasingly held in place by her arm after she unfastened it, until she raised both arms above her head, hands in her hair, and shook it free. Undulating her hips and dancing sensuously, she swung those melons enticingly, tugging at the tall, stiff nipples for effect. 

Her tiny little thong put up no resistance at all, and now, except for the stockings, she was naked, standing with hands on hips, breathing heavily from the dance. Her boobs heaved on her chest, and she pushed the hair out of her face, staring at me like a hungry, sultry cat. 

"You can leave those on," I whispered, adjusting my hard cock in my pants. 

"I was hoping you'd say that," she purred, and crawled up the bed. Within a minute, my clothes had been unceremoniously discarded, and we were locked in a passionate embrace, her silky legs hooked around my hips. So smooth and sexy, we both moaned at the sensation. 

I could have just rolled on top of her, harpooned her willing snatch, and fucked her senseless, but I really wanted to taste her. I knew from our little escapade in the restroom that she smelled terrific, and anticipated that her juicy pussy would be delicious. I slid down her body, kissing gently. 

"Alex, are you going where I think you are?" she asked, nervously. 

"Mmmmm hmmm," I breathed, kissing her hip. "Do you want me to lick your pussy?" 

"Well, um, yes...but it's been so long," she gasped. "My husband hasn't been down there since my first daughter was born. That was twenty seven years ago."

Jesus, her husband really is an asshole. How could you not want to feast on this luscious creature? How could anyone willingly push her aside, for someone whose only possible advantage was measured with a calendar? 

"Samantha, I want to show you what you've been missing. Just relax. I promise not to bite, unless you want me to." She giggled, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. 

"Okay. I trust you" she whispered. 

Slowly, gently, I trailed the tip of my tongue around the perimeter of her labial folds. A soft gasp escaped from Samantha's lips. After another series of laps around her pretty pussy, and a few teasing licks over her tight, puckered little butt hole, she was moaning, and her hips were squirming. She was enjoying the attention, and I hadn't even got to the good bits yet. 

Right turn, Clyde. My tongue dipped into her juicy, pink crevice. 

"Oh my god!" she hissed, and her hands flew to the back of my head. I took that as a positive. She wanted me to continue. Good. 

I gave her the 'long lick', going from her asshole to clit in one slow pass, then flicked across her clit several times, before heading down to start again. And again. And again. Soon she was dripping wet with saliva and her own plentiful juices, which were every bit as delicious as I'd hoped. A small trickle of fluid was wandering across her perineum, heading for her rosebud, and I used it to lubricate my fingertip, which I used to toy with her service entrance, plucking at the muscular ring gently. I figured if her husband hadn't been here for decades, he probably hadn't rimmed her either. My job might never be done. 

"Oh fuck, Alex, that's amazing!" she gasped. "I like what you're doing," she giggled, just as my fingertip insinuated itself into her butt hole, "and I love that!" 

Okay, so she likes a little anal play. We'll explore that more fully at a later date, but today's priority was eating this delectable pussy to as many orgasms as my tongue could provide before it fell off. 

I slid one finger into her, along the back wall of her vagina, while continuing to stimulate her clit with my lips and tongue. She moaned, and pulled my face closer. I fucked her with the finger, wiggling it around inside her snug cunt, then added a second one. 

Samantha's breathing was coming in ragged bursts, and she was groaning loudly, so I knew I was on the right track, so I kept up the assault, now sucking her clit harder. Her juices were soaking my hand already, when she screamed. 

"Oh my god, ohmygod, ohmygodohmygod! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" she grunted, arching her back. I tried to stay connected, but she was twisting and bucking wildly, so I had to settle for keeping my fingers in her pussy, which was gushing honey all over my hand. She let out a final shriek, and melted into a jumble of arms, dishevelled platinum blonde hair, and breasts quaking as she gasped for breath. I withdrew my hand, and began to lick it clean. 

"Mmmmm hmmm, so delicious. Even if you didn't enjoy it, I'd still want to eat you out, just for the taste of your sweet syrup," I smiled. She was breathing easier now. 

"Yes, I've licked my fingers afterwards, so I agree with your assessment," she giggled, combing the hair out of her face. "Fortunately for both of us, I did enjoy that, so you'll get your dessert whenever you want it. That was marvellous, honey."

"That was just a warm up," I smiled, and shifted into position to continue. I turned my hand palm up, added a third finger, and latched onto her clit again, while she squealed and braced herself for more. 

Ah, there it is, I thought, as my fingertips brushed over the little rough patch on her anterior wall. Get ready, baby. You're gonna love this! 

With my lips on her clit, and three fingers stimulating her g-spot, it was literally only a few seconds before Samantha went ballistic, with a squeal that started high in pitch and vanished into hypersonic frequencies. She flopped around like a desperate fish for nearly a minute, then wilted abruptly. She had gushed up my forearm. It had been a huge orgasm, even from my point of view. Mission accomplished. 

I crawled up the bed to cuddle beside her, watching her face. She was peaceful, her lips ajar slightly as she caught her breath. Wisps of stray hair fluttered in those breaths. Her eyelids opened slowly. 

"What did you do to me?" she squeaked, in a barely audible voice, "and promise you'll do it again?" 

"Absolutely," I smiled. "See you in twenty seven years?" 

"I was hoping we could shorten the frequency a little," she giggled. "How's tomorrow? Sunday at the worst." 

"Why wait?" I laughed, rolling atop her beautiful body. I reached down and guided my shaft into her sloppy snatch, pushing deep into her. 

"Mmmmm, yes. Why wait? Come here," she smiled, pulling me deeper with her stocking clad legs. "Kiss me, please?" 

"Try and stop me," I breathed, and did so. Her lips were soft, and her tongue wasted no time, plunging into my mouth, suggesting I do the same between her other lips. I eased out, then thrust back in firmly. 

"Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned, "I'm all yours, honey, so you go ahead and fuck me as hard as you want to. Pound my pussy with that big cock!" 

That's the best offer I've heard all day, right up there with the blowjob you just gave me in the kitchen, and the opportunity to eat your superb cunt. Pretty much anything that involves 'you'. 

I took her at her word, and started to drill her with long, hard, deep strokes. Later, we could do gentle and loving, when our energy was lower, but right now, it was time to Fuck, with a capital 'F'. Our bodies were slamming together, and the room filled with slaps, grunts, and groans. If not for the extra insulation, I'm sure everyone in the house would know exactly what was going on. Samantha's narrative would have ensured it. 

"Oh yeah, honey...FUCK ME!... FUuuuUuuCK ME!...JAM THAT BIG DICK UP MY FUCKING PUSSY!...MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, BABY, MAKE ME CUUUUMM!" she screeched, among several other highlights. It was a long, strenuous coupling, with both of us soaked in sweat, but neither of us willing to surrender to fatigue. Several times she reached her zenith, and I could see the appreciation in her eyes growing with each successive orgasm. 

Fortunately for both of us, I was close to cumming. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby," I gasped, stroking her deep for a final few times. "Where would you like it?" 

"On my tits!" she responded, almost before I finished asking it. "Shoot that hot, sticky goo all over my big fucking tits!" 

Well, if you insist... 

At the last possible second, I pulled out, barely getting my dick aimed at her before I erupted, spraying her from the navel up to her chin, with long ropes of semen. Samantha grinned and watched as the stripes were laid over her fully rounded breasts, making the curves even more distinct. I shook the last few globs onto her nipples, and flopped down beside her. 

The room fell relatively silent, with only our tortured breathing to be heard. My eyes were closed, but I could hear her licking her fingers, and knew she was cleaning my jizz off her chest. 

"Do you want some ice cream?" I laughed, referencing her earlier comments. I rolled on my side, and looked at her. She had a sheepish grin on her face, caught in the act, with three fingers in her mouth, and my cum on her lips. 

"I'm a very bad girl, aren't I?" she giggled. 

"Yes, but bad girls have more fun," I smiled. 

"Mmmmm, yes, I've noticed that. Do I need to choose between having fun and being loved?" She rolled on her side to face me, peering at me with those green eyes. 

"Not with me," I smiled. 

"Good." 

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