3 comments/ 27501 views/ 3 favorites Rail Pleasure By: DannyBoy61 I got on the last train to Belfast at Connolly station in Dublin feeling a bit worn out after a hectic day in the city. I thought I should have stayed over and gone home rested tomorrow but I hadn't expected things to be so busy. Anyway I had treated myself to a first class ticket and looked forward to a bigger, softer seat. And despite feeling tired I also felt a bit horny and looked forward to a 'restful' session in bed with my woman when I got home. I walked down the carriage looking in vain for a table seat not yet occupied. I reached the end and had to decide who to sit with and i spied an attractive looking woman sitting by herself, reading. I asked if she minded if I sat with her, thinking we may get chatting ( I love chatting to women) and maybe have a wee flirt. I can't help it, I'm a red blooded male. She smiled up and said she was quite happy for me to share her table. I gave her a quick look over and saw she was mid to late 40's at a guess, wearing a plain but attractive white blouse and a navy blue knee length free flowing skirt. As I sat down, she shifted slightly in her seat and I saw an attractive cleavage and that she was wearing those shimmer stockings - or so my horny mind hoped! She had what I'd call dark blonde hair to her shoulders and blue eyes. I got settled down, introduced myself because I'm a polite sort of guy, and fished my own book out of my bag. As the train set off I glanced up to see if I could catch site of the title of her book and saw it was a history book that I had only recently finished reading. I commented on this and, to my surprise, she seemed to really brighten up and began asking questions. I sort of expected her to politely acknowledge and just carry on reading. Well, we struck up quite the conversation before the train even left Dublin and I looked forward to a very pleasant journey. She was Irish but her accent had a hint of American. Turned out she was originally from Cork, was a doctor and had worked in the States for about 15 years and was home for a long holiday. After a while she excused her self to go off to the toilets and as she got out of her seat she leaned towards me, looked me in the eye, smiled and I got such a lovely view down her blouse and she knew I was looking! I also noticed she was of average height, was wearing high heels, had a nice ass and was just a little overweight around her tummy. But hey, I'm no model and I actually find a little tummy on a woman quite attractive. She was certainly attractive and I decided to try some serious flirting to help pass the journey. But she was a genuienly interesting woman as well. When she came back she smiled again and I realised that now I needed to go! Too much coffee through the day. And better to go now than later when I might have a hard on from the flirting I intended 'cause pissing with a hard on is rather difficult! When I returned I noticed two glasses and two small bottles of red wine on the table. She indicated me to sit beside her instead of across the table and said if I didn't like red wine she would drink it but fortunately I love red wine. She then moved to sit corner-wise in the seat and slid downwards and towards me a little while continuing to talk about the book. I turned in towards her and this brought our knees in contact and I casually moved my left hand from the wine glass to my lap then to my leg near her left knee and let it lightly touch her. I saw a slight raise of her eyebrow but no annoyance. This was getting interesting. She leaned forward to get her wine and slightly parted her knees at the same time and gave me a wonderful, flirtatious and seductive glance over her wine glass and carried on with her opinion of my opinion of that part of the book we were discussing. I reached for my wine and when my hand returned I placed it directly on her knee and let my fingers rest on the inside of her knee and began to slowly, gently stroke in circles while listening intently to her and looking her in the eye. I was very hard now because this was superb, the best flirt I had had for a very long time. Her knees opened more and she slid just a little closer to me. I could see more into her blouse and catch her scent better, a beautiful spicy sweet perfume. I took a look down the carriage, which was surprisingly not very crowded. When I turned back to her I could see she had quickly undone another button of her blouse and I could quite clearly see the fine lace of her bra and the shape of her breasts. I was getting hot now. I took another sip of wine and decided to make a bold move. I brought my hand down and slid it quite definately up her thigh on what I could tell were high quality shimmer silk stockings. She put the book down, looked at me, closed her eyes and softly sighed. I decided on another bold move and leaned across and quickly and softly kissed her lips.They tasted delicious and she didn't complain. I actually asked if she was comfortable with what we were doing and she just slowly nodded so I ventured my had further up her skirt as we crossed the River Boyne, about halfway to Belfast. Then she stopped me, slid my hand from under her skirt and I panicked. But she just said 'wait' then shifted position to bring her legs up onto the seat and sit in a sort of crouch that spread her legs more under herself. Then she leaned towards me and against me, rested her head on my shoulder and directed my hand back to where it had been. I reached my other arm around her and she snuggled closer. I was able to see more of her breasts and actually cupped her right one in my hand and began slowly brushing her nipple through her clothes.It became very hard quite quickly. My left hand resumed it's journey and reached the top of her thigh. Here was my objective. I could feel her silky panties and they were a little damp. I began to run her pussy outside her panties with my long middle finger. I didn't dare force any more of my hand up there. She slipped her legs just a little wider to allow me to creep my finger under the leg of her panties to her flesh. here I found smooth, warm and quite wet pussy lips.I'd loved to have buried my face down there and licked her to heaven. I gently pushed my finger between her lips and found her clit. She sighed softly and placed her hand on my swollen crotch. I began slowly rubbing and caressing her clit and felt an orgasm quickly build in her. She grabbed the hand I had on her breast and pushed it against her quite hard. I heard her breathing quicken and her body tense and she began to gently rock in time to my finger and then, suddenly, she came. It was wonderful. She held her breath, squeezed my hand and moaned very softly. I kept rubbing, but reducing the speed and pressure to let her down softly. When her tension subsided she looked up at me, mouthed 'thanks' , kissed me and then slowly broke our embrace. By this time we were less than 10 minutes from Belfast Central Station so there was no time for her to reciprocate the pleasure but I had really enjoyed this encounter, giving obvious pleasure to a stranger. Then she reached over and began to gently massage the bulge in my trousers but I told her the journey was almost ended and there wasn't time. She started to apologise but I told her there was no need. Then I raised my fingers to my nose and took in her special woman scent and she smiled, embarrassed. I had to go and wash my hands 'cause there was no way I could go home with that sort of scent on me! When I got back she had her bag packed and her jacket on and the train was just rolling in to Belfast. we finished the wine and chatted.I thought she looked a bit regretful but as we stood up to disembark she looked up at me, took my hand and thanked me again very quietly. I told her I was glad I met her and she said maybe we would meet again someday. Unlikely I thought but didn't say so. When I got home, after I got undressed for a shower, I emptied my travel bag and found her book! I opened it and found a slip of paper inside with a mobile 'phone number and her name written in a beautifully neat hand and I remembered her last comment and thought................ Shadow Hunter Rail Pleasure Ch. 02 PLEASE read part 1. So, a couple of days after the train journey I had enough courage to call the number. No answer, go to voice mail. Do I leave a message or not? OK why not. So I reminded who I was, left my number and hope she'd call. She did, later at lunch time apologising that her 'phone was off. I told her I seemed to have 'inadvertently' taken her book and wished to return it. She laughed and I felt her smile over the 'phone. She gave me an address - an apartment on Annadale Embankment in the south side of Belfast overlooking the River Lagan. Quite a nice area actually. Said she had a 3 month rental and would be at home all day the next day, Friday and would I like to call round about lunch time? I agreed as it wasn't difficult to get there from my office and booked a half day off. I arrived just after 1pm and went up to her door. She had seen me coming and had the door open, standing in the hall. She smiled and asked me in. She wore a simple, light coloured short cotton dress and I wondered what she had underneath. She was barefoot, wore no make up and had her hair tied back in a very attractive way. She took me through to the lounge where she had a coffee table laid with sandwiches, two glasses, a bottle of red wine and some soft jazz playing on the sound system. I handed her the book and she gave a sideways smile. We sat side by side on the sofa chatting about the book again. Unexpectedly she reached over and kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue pushed past my lips so suddenly I almost gasped. She broke away gently and moved to stand in front of the large, floor to ceiling picture window which looked out across the river and began questioning me on the book again. By the light streaming through the window I could see she had nothing below her dress and it showed her body with a lustrous halo glowing around it as she stood slightly angled away from me. Then she turned her back to me and looked out the window while still talking. I stood up and moved behind her, took her by the waist and leaned into her ear and whispered "I want you". She replied "yes, please". My hands began to wander across her body, down to the hem of her dress and up to her ass. I pushed her dress up to her waist and she leaned her ass backwards right into the bulge in my jeans. I groaned. My right hand went north to her right breast and my left hand went south to her pussy. She pushed her ass harder against me and I thought I might cum there and then I was so excited. She parted her thighs slightly to allow my fingers to find her moist slit and love bud and I began caressing her there. She purred softly as I massaged her clit and nipple. Then she slowly turned around, pushed me gently away from her and reached out to push my jacket off, opened my shirt and unfasten my belt.I watched, excited and transfixed. Then she stepped sideways from me, reached behind her and undid the zipper of her dress. It fell to her feet and there she was, gloriously naked. Her breasts stood out quite firmly, nipples hard and erect, her little tummy bulge was quite sexy and her pussy was very neatly trimmed. I was looking forward to burying my face in there, I just wanted to taste her. She took my hand and led me up the stairs to a mezanine floor with an open plan bedroom which looked over the lounge and out the large window. She assisted with the removal of the rest of my clothes and I then walked her backwards and laid her across the bed, devouring her mouth as we stepped. I kissed down her neck and throat, down the valley of her breasts and then gently pushed her legs apart and slid my cock head just inside her pussy lips. She was very hot there and she thrust upwards to meet me but I stopped her. With my cock still poised just at her entrance I began slight thrusting, never going more then a couple of inches into her as I continued to kiss across her lovely body. Then I pulled out and began kissing across her tummy and into her garden. Her scent was adorable. A woman's scent is my absolute favourite. I used to love going home after a date with the smell of my girl on my fingers!! I still like to wake up in the mornings with the the scent of my woman lingering on me. She opened her legs wider as I made my way to her soft thighs, kissing and licking my way northwards now from her knees, teasing her with my fingers. Then I arrived, sunk my face into her, searched for and found her clit and began dancing my tongue around it. I put one of my thumbs partly inside her and she sighed but she moaned aloud when I sucked her clit into my mouth and played with her. Then I opened her legs wider and ran my middle finger into her, angling upwards and found her G spot. I began massaging this as I continued to softly lick and suck her clit, reaching up with my other arm to caress her breasts as best I could. She was rocking her hips along with my rhythm now and I felt she was almost there. She began to pant softly and wrapped her legs around me to pull me in tighter. She was near the edge now, I could taste a subtle change of flavour and then, quite suddenly, she came, she really came. Very hard and very moistly! I continued licking and fingering as she came in waves and after the third wave I slowed down gradually, easing her down and finally, gently broke my kiss with her. I lay beside her and gently stroked her pussy hair as she floated down from heaven, lightly kissing her breasts and tummy. I went to her bathroom and got a towel, came back, opened her legs and gently dried her. She seemed somewhat amused at me drying her and told me no man had ever towelled her afterwards but that she hadn't had cunnilingus that often and she had had really enjoyed what I had given her. I just said 'you're welcome' and she giggled in a very teenage girl way that was so attractive. She saw I was still very much erect and said she'd like to 'return the favour' but wasn't very good at oral. She actually apologised and I was embarrassed. Then she swung herself onto the bed fully, opened her legs again, held out her arms to me and smiled. I climbed between her thighs and she reached down and placed me at the entrance to her. I absolutely adore the moment of entry into a woman. It is sheer ecstasy. I slowly thrust in and she pulled me down me down on top of her, wrapping her legs around my ass. She felt so good and I slow-fucked her, conscious that I was on the edge of explosion after sharing her earlier enjoyment. The waves of sexual delight spread from the tip of my cock, along my shaft, through my balls and up my body. She caressed me all over as I rode her and I reached the edge of endurance. She sensed it and began bucking her hips with me and squeezing me inside her. I could hold back no longer and I exploded deep inside her, thrusting hard as though trying to get into her belly, I came and came until I was empty. I think she may have had another orgasm also as she closed her eyes and held her breath as I was shooting. I lay on top of her for long minutes, slowly deflating inside her, she caressing my back and ass. Finally I slipped out and lay beside her. She said 'I've never had a book returned quite that way before!' and we laughed. She had a lovely laugh and we kissed. I came back from her bathroom and found her sleeping. I dressed quietly, went down the stairs to retrieve the rest of my clothes and picked up her dress from the floor. I went back up, folded her dress across the foot of the bed, leaned over her and inhaled her pussy scent one last time, kissed her pussy bush and pulled the cover over her. I wrote down my email and personal 'phone number and left them beside the wine as I slipped out, really hoping to hear from her again, and not necessarily for sex either, then slipped out the door. As I looked back up at her window before I got in my car I saw her at the window, covering herself with the curtain and she waved the piece of paper at me and blew a kiss. Shadow Hunter Rail Pleasure Ch. 03 Please read parts I & II * She told me she had a 3 month rent on the riverside apartment and was doing some visiting, sight seeing and going to a few job interviews at the two main hospitals in Belfast. I didn't know when she was due to go back to the USA but about 10 days or so before I estimated she was due to go back I got a 'phone call from her asking to meet, soon. Her flight back to Boston was from Dublin airport in a week. I told her I could take the afternoon off work on Friday, three days hence and we agreed to meet outside Belfast City Hall. City Hall is an imposing building and suggests the city is more important than it now is. It was built in our industrial & commercial heyday, begun in 1898, towards the end of Queen Victoria's reign of the Empire, finished in 1908 and is a truly Imperial imposing edifice and well worth seeing. A memorial to the victims of Titanic stands in front of it and, amongst other historical personalities, a statue of old Queen Vic' is also in the grounds. It was by this statue that I was waiting when I saw her approach. She hopped off a bus on the west side of City Hall and walked through the gardens, as I had instructed her. I stepped away from Queen Vic' so she could see me and she practically sprung towards me. She was wearing blue jeans - not tightly figure hugging but well fitting and flattering - , walking shoes, yellow blouse tucked into her jeans, a red jacket and I suspected she was bra-less. Her blue eyes were bright, her hair was shining and she was smiling broadly. I put my arms around her waist and felt waves of excitement shoot through me as I smelt her and caressed her back and took a swift feel of her ass, during which I detected the merest hint of underwear ( I love to try to detect and speculate upon a woman's underwear!). She kissed me and I melted. God, this is one hell of a woman. I took her into City Hall because I was surprised when she told me she hadn't visited it while she had been in town. There was no building tour available but I sort of knew one of the girls on the security desk, explained about my American friend and she allowed us to slip quickly up the wonderful marble and red carpet Grand Staircase to take a look at the art, stained glass windows and memorials on the upper floor. She was impressed, as she should be! Also up there is a circular aperture in the floor where you can look down to the ground floor. I took her over to the circular marble balustrade that surrounds it and stood behind her as she gazed down, like a typical tourist. I pushed myself up close behind her and ran my hands from her hips to her shoulders and down her back under her jacket, stroking her across the shoulder blades on the way. She shivered and I discovered she was definitely bra-less. She pushed her ass back hard against the bulge in my own jeans. I nuzzled and kissed her neck and ears and slowly - hopefully unobtrusively - dry-fucked her gorgeous ass. God she looked so good in jeans, so much better than many women her age. I turned her round, walked her over to and jammed her into a corner at the top of the staircase and kissed her long and deep. She reached down to rub my stiffness and I groaned into her mouth. Then she pulled away and asked if we could go on one of the open top double decker tourist busses that do trips around the city, I agreed and reluctantly released her. Outside we walked across to Royal Avenue, boarded a tourist bus and went upstairs. We sat in seats at the front of the open top deck, she sitting slightly angled toward me and put her left leg over my right, making an inviting - though clothed - gap in her thighs. I stretched out my right arm behind her, she snuggled over into me and we sat like this, chatting and I stroking her thigh until a little after the bus moved off. She caught me looking at her, chuckled, looked me in the eye and opened two more buttons in her blouse. 'Make this a really memorable tour of Belfast' she said. I leaned over and kissed her again, looked back down the deck and saw only two other couples had come up which was very unusual as these busses are usually full of tourists. Maybe because as it was only April there weren't so many around yet. None of these other passengers was sitting particularly close to us, mostly at the back actually, so I planned to take advantage of the situation. I reached over with my left hand, pulled down the zipper of her jeans and moved my right arm to reach under her jacket behind and around her, pulled open her unbuttoned blouse under her jacket and found my way onto her naked breast.The fit of her jeans afforded enough room to slip two fingers inside without cutting off the circulation in my hand - as used to happen to me during my dating days with girls who loved to wear extremely tight jeans. My fingers found delicuously smooth, fine cream silk panties and I began to slowly pet her through the fabric. She opened her legs just a little wider to allow me to push a silk covered middle finger into her where I found her clit' waiting for some attention. She reached down and, to my amazement, undid the button of her jeans. This gave me more room but also heightened the sensuous risk of being compromised in public. I slid my fingers under her panties, moved down through her fine curls and came to her moist, warm and smooth pussy lips. These resisted me not at all and I gently thrust my finger deeper into her, finding her lovely clit' again and setting to work. While I was pleasuring her in the south, my right hand was fully engaged in operations in the north while she had her eyes closed and head resting on my shoulder. I hoped, from the perspective of the other passengers, we looked like a couple of lovers enjoying a sight seeing tour. As I watched her, and got harder and more excited myself, I couldn't help thinking about her as a person. Here, I thought, skewered on the end of my finger is an attractive, mature, intelligent woman; she doesn't have Holywood actress looks nor a supermodel figure but is nonetheless beautiful, sensual, sensitive and she obviously quite enjoys sexual pleasure. She didn't, though, strike me as a woman who would engage in idle or indiscreet gossip about her exploits but would keep them to herself as secret things to remember, enjoy and savour privately. As I was thinking all this I was continuing with my finger work and as the bus entered the Queen's Island area, where the famous Harland & Wolff shipyard is located, she was gently thrusting against my fingers, eyes closed. Her pussy was really wet by this time and to the sounds of the banging and clanging of heavy industry in the shipyard, passing by the skyline landmark giant cranes 'Samson' and 'Goliath', she stiffened, shuddered and orgasmed quietly, biting her lower lip and pressing my hand hard against her with her right hand. I continued to play with her, gradually reducing the speed and pressure of my fingers in her pussy and on her nipple. When her waves subsided and she opened her eyes and we were heading back towards the city centre. I slid my hand slowly from her, pulled her zipper up and she slipped her button back in followed by her blouse buttons. She turned to me with those shining blue eyes and said 'thanks'. I said 'you're welcome' and we chuckled like teenagers. I lifted my left hand to my face and inhaled her scent from my fingers. She saw me do this and blushed but quietly gasped open mouthed when I licked my finger and called me a filthy man!- with a broad smile on her satisfied face. I was pretty stiff and excited from enjoying giving her pleasure and watching her orgasm and had leaked some cum into my boxers. She shifted position to snuggle into my right side and reached down and unzipped my fly. Sliding her small, soft hand inside she made straight for my cock, finding her way into my underwear very quickly. She grasped my shaft, near the top, and squeezed. At the same time she deftly flicked and rubbed her forefinger and thumb around my cock head. I felt a fire begin to rage in me. Her finger work was exquisite and having the desired effect. I felt the old familiar irresitable pressure building quickly in my balls and suddenly worried about the damn mess I was going to make when I shot off in my boxers. I was thinking of how to mention this to her when she quickly - and expertly - fished me out of my underwear and trousers, dropped her head, took just my cock head in her mouth and began replicating her finger movements with her tongue. Coupled with her now squeezing my balls and gently biting my cock head I could hold back no longer. In the middle of mid afternoon traffic on a bus in Belfast City Centre I orgasmed powerfully into her mouth. She kept flicking, licking and gently squeezing me and I felt like I filled her mouth with my juice. When I stopped shooting she put me back into my clothing, zipped me up and sat up, discreetly wiping her mouth with a handkerchief she pulled from her jacket pocket. She looked up at me and quietly said she wasn't very good at that but hoped it was ok. I assured her it was wonderful, which, in truth, it really was. Not a 'traditional' blow job but somehow more dignified or polite and fitting with what I thought I knew of her character. She started to nervously tell me why she never had gotten around to being good at it but I just said 'sshh' and kissed her. That's when the bus stopped, back where it had set off from. What she had done for me launched an enormous sense of de ja vu. I remembered the very first time, at age 23, that I had experienced the wonderful pleasure of a woman's mouth and tongue on my cock. That happened a long time ago in the middle of a long trip on a Greyhound Bus, in the middle of the night half way across the prairies between Winnipeg and Edmonton in western Canada. But that's another story. A little later we were back at her rented apartment. She made coffee and we chatted a little on the sofa, she telling me some of what she had been up to - apart from the obvious - and I listened and commented. She had a lovely voice, soft and warm. After a time she simply stood up, took my hand and headed upstairs to that mezanine bedroom floor. On the way she flicked on the music system which filled the apartment with more of that soft jazz she seemed to favour. Good 'slow-fucking' music. In the bedroom she undressed me. This was great. It is a long time since a woman undressed me. When she got me naked she commented on my not very erect equipment. I told her it was a compliment to the quality of her earlier ministrations! She threw her head back and laughed heartily then crouched down 'face to face' with me and, with one long and well french-manicured finger nail, stroked me from cock head to scrotum and back a couple of times. Ecstasy!. I shuddered and became almost instantly erect. I told her to be careful because my second erection usually had much greater staying power than the initial one. She grinned and then took my left nipple in her mouth and sucked and licked while still stroking my cock slowly. I groaned. God I love having my cock stroked but coupled with getting my nipples sucked at the same time, well it's heaven. My knees began to buckle so we shuffled to the bed and lay down. She straddled me, still clothed and still stroking my cock and kissing, licking and sucking my left nipple. Then her free hand went to my right nipple and her thumb started her work on my cock head which began to get very wet. She released herself from me and stood up. She swiftly stripped and I enjoyed watching her. When she dropped her jeans I saw a moist, dark patch bottom centre of the front of those obviously expensive silk panties and I asked 'did I do that?!' and she gave me a mock stern look from under her eyebrows. Then she straddled me again and settled herself down onto my cock, sliding me deliciously slowly into her warm, moist inner self and began to ride me slowly. The moment of entry is one of my favourite parts of sexual pleasure and she did it so seemingly expertly yet with a hint of shyness. She sat up straighter allowing me to reach up and play with her breasts. I used one hand to slip down myself, easing under her cute tummy and finding her clit which I flicked as she moved up and down on me, adding to the feelings she was getting from it rubbing naturally against my shaft. After a time her movements quickened, her lovely breasts swinging to her rhythm and she leaned further down on me and began kissing me deep and hard, her tongue almost fucking my mouth. I reached my other hand round to her gorgeous ass and caressed it as she rode me. I moved my middle finger to her bum-hole and very gently slid it just inside. I heard a small moan escape into my mouth and she adjusted her thrusts to move slightly back against my finger as well as riding my 'cock horse'. her new rhythm made my finger slide a little deeper into her ass, but not too far. Obviously far enough, though, to intensify things for her as she began to climb towards orgasm more quickly. As was I. Her riding my shaft was so good. She felt so wonderful inside and on my cock. She was riding me so hard I was thrusting in almost up to her belly button, or so it felt. I so love to get as deep inside a woman as I can which is maybe why I enjoy girl-on-top and Doggie so much. Suddenly she broke our long kiss and pumped her hips hard up and down on me. She came, loudly, moaning long with delight. I came too and pumped hard and deep into her. Her juice flowed out and down my length, soaking my balls and thighs and I just kept pumping and moaning with her. I love cumming at the same time as my woman. It's absolutely the best way and this was so fantastic and she was having multiple orgasm's which I could never seem to attain. She gradually stopped riding me, rolled off and cuddled up close beside me. We lay for a while, quietly chatting then I had to go, unfortunately. As I did, she stopped me, placed a hand on my thigh and said 'I'll never think of a train ride in the same way ever again - or a bus!', reached over and gently kissed my soft cock, still wet with love juice. This time, as I went down the steps outside and looked back she stood, unabashed, fully naked in the window. One hand was, perhaps unconsciously, resting in her pussy curls as she blew me a kiss with the other hand. About a week or so later I was trawling the junk mail box of my e-mail when I saw one with her name. It said she was back in Boston, told me of some of the things she would remember from her trip, thanked me for befriending her and told me to be sure to let her know if I ever was going to visit Boston or anywhere nearby. It ended with the words 'Please write me from time. I won't forget you, please don't forget me.' How could I forget? Shadow Hunter