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The Sex Express Ch. 01

By: FlyontheWall99



It had been another long and tiring day at work. Carl found himself rushing to get up the stairs and to the platform before his train left without him. As he brushed past a few people who were lazily standing around the platform entrance he thought he caught a glimpse of someone he knew. But not wanting to dwell on the point and miss the train he cut through the last of the crowd and ducked past the conductor, hopping on the carriage just as he blew his whistle.

As he walked up the carriage aisle he noticed a handful of people spaced out in the high backed chairs. It was late night, and few people caught this particular train which was always good because it meant Carl could relax in relative solitude and catch a brief nap on the nearly two hour ride out of the city. 

Carl extended his long lean frame, reaching up to push his suitcase into the overhead rack. As he reached down to pick up his rucksack he thought he noticed someone sitting in the opposite aisle, watching his every move. With a brief shake of the head he pushed the rucksack into the overhead. He eased himself back into a well worn high backed chair, with its ugly stained maroon pattern. 

He never did like the interior of the trains, they were plain and antiquated, once you had seen one, you had seen them all. The blinds on most of the carriage windows were drawn shut and only a tiny amount of the outside night was visible. As Carl leaned back into the chair he noticed the person across the aisle again, it was a woman. But not wanting to be rude he refrained from looking over and disturbing her, she was probably as tired as he was.

Carl had an entire block of four seats to himself, the two in front of him turned to face him so a group of people could sit together facing each other. Because the train was usually empty he liked to have the extra space and put his feet up on the seat facing him. As he settled his feet onto the opposite seat he loosened his tie a little and drew back his sleeves to let some air in. As soon as the train got outside of the city limits the train would only have a few people left on board and that was when he normally took of his suit jacket and tie and unbuttoned his shirt so he could relax for the last hour of the trip. 

With a few moments to catch his breath and get comfortable Carl began to nod off into a daydream. He remembered a gorgeous blonde woman who had come into his office that morning. She was a real stunner with a long lean frame, gorgeous legs and sparkling blue eyes which were enhanced by her long flowing strawberry blonde hair. During his discussion with her, he found himself losing his concentration and admiring those blue eyes and that soft sexy voice.

Even though he was drifting in and out of consciousness, Carl knew that a big beaming smile had spread across his face. It was a shame that the woman was a client or he would have jumped at the chance to ask her to dinner. The firm had a zero tolerance policy to dating clients or within the office, which meant that just about every woman Carl met during the day was unavailable. He liked his job, but the long strenuous hours had robbed him of any social life, and that left him less than satisfied. 

The warm daydream was broken by a garbled announcement over the train speakers. Again he felt as if someone was staring at him, but didn’t want to turn and stare back. He looked out of the window, peering between two of the blinds to get a small glimpse of the station they had just pulled into. The mixture of the well lit interior and the dark night made for a familiar glare which bounced off the windows, creating a mirror like reflection. Carl was sure that other people had noticed this and he often had used it to spy on other people on the train without looking directly at them. 

He leaned back and twisted his head slightly, if anyone came past him they would just think he was looking out the window. In reality he was trying to get a better angle to see who it was that was sitting across the aisle from him. It was a blonde haired woman. She was digging through a paper file and seemed to be struggling to grapple with the amount of work laid out on her lap. He couldn’t quite see her face but surmised that the woman was a fellow professional from the smart business suit and skirt that she wore.

She turned while she was flipping through her papers and Carl noticed she had a pen wedged firmly between her teeth. For a brief moment he thought he recognized her but wasn’t certain it was the same person he was thinking of. He remembered that he had the same feeling of déjà vu when he was rushing across the platform. The woman seemed intent on getting her work done and refused to turn towards Carl so he couldn’t see a clear reflection of her face. He gave up, too tired to make the mental effort of determining who she was. He just wanted to relax and catch a well deserved nap.

Somewhere in his daydream he again sensed someone around him and found it hard to quell the thought and get any sleep. Just as he was about to give up on his efforts he remembered who he thought he saw back on the platform. It was Kelly. Kelly was another frequent traveler on the same route and the two of them had often found themselves alone, chatting the time away. 

Kelly was a short woman with a voluptuous figure and straight shoulder length blonde hair. She would more often than not wear it in a simple pony tail which revealed her elegant cheekbones and soft jaw line. Kelly wasn’t a supermodel by any means but Carl guessed she did alright, what was a certain, was her warm bubbly personality. 

She had instigated their first meeting when it was clear to both of them that they were stuck with the same kind of schedule, she was going home from college, he was heading home from work. During those many conversations that they shared Carl was left with the faint feeling that Kelly may have been interested in him. He could never be sure with any woman, so he would often dismiss the idea as ridiculous, but that same feeling returned every time they talked. From Carl’s perspective he had tried once or twice to find out if she was single, but had never been successful. He made it known that he wasn’t seeing anyone and hoped that maybe that very subtle hint would lead somewhere. In the end he was resigned to being single for the rest of the foreseeable future. His sex life was terrible, he was working so much overtime and doing so many projects around his new house that he rarely could go out on weekends and see his friends or meet new people. 

He remembered that it must have been at least two months since he last saw Kelly on the train, she was getting close to graduation, chances were she had got a job and moved away. Another missed opportunity. 

All the reminiscing had left a comfortable warm feeling spread through Carl’s body, his sexual desires weren’t as peaked as the strawberry blonde bombshell that came to him at the office today, but the thought of Kelly left him feeling strangely content. With some trepidation he had to admit to himself that he really liked Kelly. But in the end her disappearance had left him high and dry. 

A cough and stirring announced the presence of a person a couple of rows ahead of him. He tried to see through the gap between the chair backs but couldn’t make out who was causing the disturbance. Again he leaned back into his chair and relaxed, noticing his own reflection in the window mere inches away from his face.

Carl had a clean cut angular face, with a stern jaw and close cropped sandy blonde hair. He dark green eyes were barely visible in the window reflection. A rogue hair stuck out of place and he reached up to pluck it. He was about to check a small blemish on his chin when he realized a pair of eyes were looking over his shoulder. 

It took a moment to realize whose face it was, but a familiar smile spread across the business woman’s face. It was Kelly. Carl was a little embarrassed at being caught grooming himself, he sheepishly turned to face her.

Kelly shuffled her papers into a rough stack and slid them back into her soft leather bag. She returned her gaze to Carl who greeted her with a warm smile. “Hey Carl, long time no see.” 

“Yeah, I haven’t seen you on the train for months, been busy?” he replied politely. The two of them made small talk, updating each other on what was happening with their careers and how life in general had been going.  

Carl found himself slipping into autopilot, talking about nothing in particular whilst thinking about something entirely different. Kelly’s black business jacket betrayed her curvy form. She had shapely hips and thighs which were accentuated by her knee length skirt. Her sizable chest safely covered by a conservative white blouse. Her hair had a slight crimp in it now, which had fooled Carl when he was trying to figure out who she was.

“I got to say the suit looks great,” complimented Carl.

“Thanks, a big difference from the lazy college attire.” Kelly’s smile was warm and welcoming. Carl took his feet off the seat in front of him and tried to look as inviting as possible. Kelly’s eyes followed his momentary shuffle and it was obvious that Carl was enticing her to join him. 

Both of them continued to chat about life in general. An older woman had gotten on at the last station and sat behind Carl. She cast a few angry glances at the two friends as they got a little loud and laughed hysterically at each others stories. Kelly looked back at the woman every now and then, but she refused to say anything.

Carl knew what was happening and thought it was a good opportunity to usher Kelly to sit in the booth he occupied by himself. With a cursory shake of the head Kelly caught on to what Carl was proposing and put away the last of her work. She left her bag sitting on her now unoccupied seat and effortlessly crossed the aisle taking the seat opposite to Carl so she could face him. 

Once again Carl couldn’t help but look at Kelly’s soft curves, she was a little on the short side, but her business attire really accentuated her shapely hips and bust. She gracefully climbed into the seat, her knees only inches away from Carl’s, he could make out her sweet perfumed scent. 

“So where were we?” posed Kelly as she got comfortable. Her jacket fell slightly open, giving Carl an enticing look at the outline of her ample bust. “Ahhh, that’s right we were talking about how bad our social lives had become recently.” 

Kelly giggled at her own suggestion and Carl smiled back. He wondered if she knew that he was interested in her. He was a little hesitant to conclude that she was interested in him. He had seen signs such as her warm welcome every time they met and a couple times she had been touchy towards him, gently touching his arm or leg during a conversation. 

She had suggested that they meet up for drinks in the city a couple of times before they parted, but he always dismissed that as being a throw away line most people said out of friendliness. What he wanted to know was whether his interest would be reciprocated. Carl quickly reordered his mind trying to think things through clearly and objectively. First he had to find out whether Kelly was even available.

“So what about your social life, is it going well?” Carl said with a polite smile. 

“It’s almost non-existent at the moment. I’m just swamped with work. You know how it is starting at a new job. They always look to give the new people all the tedious jobs to handle.” 

Carl knew exactly what Kelly was talking about. He was still suffering through all those menial jobs that the new guy had to handle. “So no time to get out and party?”

“No, I’m up early in the morning. Catch the train straight to work. I get maybe twenty minutes during the day for coffee break and half an hour for lunch, which I usually have to eat in my office. Then it’s meetings in the afternoon and back to the paper, before I do the mad rush to get to the station and jump on whatever late train I can get.” Kelly sighed audibly to emphasize her point. She smiled and Carl would have sworn she winked at him. “The closest I’ve been to socializing in the last month and half has been right here and right now with you.”

Both of them shared a chuckle at how absurd life had become for them. Carl wanted to press on though and try to answer some of the questions which plagued his mind. He found Kelly so attractive. Her personality so energetic it really brought life to what would have been an otherwise dull ride home. 

“Must be hard on your partner,” Carl said coyly. He didn’t know if she had a boyfriend but it was the easiest and most inadvertent way of bringing up the suggestion.

Kelly giggled and clapped her hands together as she leaned forward trying to compose herself. Carl tried to play it cool like he didn’t know what was so funny. Kelly lightly touched his knee with her hand as she looked him in the eyes having finally stopped laughing. “Partner, when did you get the idea that I had enough time to keep a boyfriend? It’s my very schedule which is going to ensure that I never go on a date ever again.”

Carl could feel the adrenalin course through his veins when he heard her reply. She was single, now he just needed to find out if she was interested in him. “Well I’m in the exact same boat. In fact I usually end up reflecting on that very issue on my way home every night. Terrible isn’t it?”  

Again they both laughed at their misfortune. Carl noticed Kelly rub her knees against each other as if she was clenching her thighs together. Her body language seemed to suggest she was interested but Carl just couldn’t be sure. Both of them stared at each other for a moment, caught in one of those awkward silences where neither person knew quite what to say. Carl wondered if Kelly had caught onto the topic of the discussion and was now caught in the same self-conscious state that he was.

“Well,” Kelly finally broke the silence, “I’ve got a funny story about romance and this very train.” She paused to get Carl’s attention. “One night I was in a huge rush to catch the train. Anyway I made it but was absolutely spent from the day, so I ended up falling asleep with my feet up. Absolutely dead to the world I was. Anyway we must have been getting close to home when I suddenly woke up. I was a little startled that I had been asleep for such a long time.”

Carl nodded along, giving her his undivided attention. His eyes would occasionally sneak a quick glimpse at her chest or the tight fabric of her skirt or her well manicured hands. 

“So I had a quick look around me to see if anyone was on the train, and there was nobody around me. So I thought I had the entire place to myself so I stood up in the aisle and did a few stretches to get the blood supply going. And that’s when I heard a mumbling noise and what sounded like someone occasionally pounding against the back of their seat.” 

Kelly stopped to take a breath and was reassured to see Carl was hanging on her every word.

“So I crept up the aisle to where all the noise was coming from. And you would not believe what I saw …”

There was a momentary silence as Carl realized Kelly wasn’t going to finish the story without him commenting. “What? What did you see?”

“I looked over the back of the chair and I found a young couple right in the middle of … you know … doing it.” Kelly was keeping a straight face. Carl took a second to digest the story and determine whether Kelly was joking or not, but she appeared certain of what she had seen. 

“Really? You saw them, like doing it all … or”

“Let’s just say I saw the girl with her dress pulled up around her waist straddling the guy whose clothes were all ruffled and falling off him,” she stopped as Carl let out a surprised chuckle then signaled her to continue. “Anyway, I must have been right because they stopped immediately and just looked straight at me. They were absolutely embarrassed by the whole situation, so was I.”

“And that was that?” asked Carl. Kelly nodded in reply. “Wow, you would imagine that people would have a greater sense of decency on public transport.” Carl laughed at his own statement.

“Well I guess when the mood strikes there is no holding it back,” giggled Kelly. Her comment intrigued Carl. He had thought her to be a more conservative type, despite her bubbly outgoing personality. Then again she had only just finished college and was young enough that little sexually would surprise her. “I actually apologized and felt really bad about breaking them up when they were having such a good time.”

“Really?” Carl said with a long drawn out tone trying to probe Kelly for more information. Kelly just smiled, her soft hazel eyes catching his attention, as if they were suggesting something along the same lines. He shook his head in an effort to clear his mind of the thought. 

“Yeah, I mean it would be great to be in love and be reckless …” 

Carl cut her off before she could finish. “You mean get off! I don’t think that having sex on a public train is quite in the realms of classic romance.” His stern demeanor melted into a fit of laughter which was reciprocated by Kelly. 

Kelly fought to compose herself, “well I suppose, but it would be great just to get some, even if it is on a public train.” 

Carl’s jaw almost hit the floor, he was half sure that Kelly as joking, but the comment provoked thought. Would Kelly really be that kind of person who would just throw caution to the wind and do something so wild? 

“You look like I just asked you to marry me,” giggled Kelly. “What’s so shocking?”

“Just the idea that you would think that was an appropriate thing to do,” responded Carl still a little unsure. Kelly’s soft brown eyes belayed a strange sense of wildness. She grinned and twisted in her seat. Carl could see her thighs rub up against each other through the tight fabric of her skirt. Was he reading the signals wrong?

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say it was an appropriate thing to be doing. But it certainly is intriguing and well … a little … arousing.” Kelly’s voice had a lusty undertone which was matched by her soft subtle body language, she eased open the bottom of her jacket giving Carl a better view of her chest. 

“Really …” was all a stunned Carl could say. He stuttered trying to finish what he was going to say when the train came to a stop. Both Kelly and Carl broke their gaze of each other and looked out the window. The woman sitting behind them got up and cast a scowl at the amount of noise they had made as she exited the rear door. Carl propped himself up on the arm rests and looked over the top of the seats. 

The train pulled forward and slid slowly away from the platform on its journey north into the night. Carl lowered himself back into his seat, Kelly watching him with unbridled attention. “Looks like we are the only people left on board.” 

Another garbled announcement by the train driver blared out. Carl glimpsed at Kelly who kept her unnerving stare on him. He felt a little uncomfortable, but also a little curious about where things might be headed. He leaned over the vacant chair which separated him from the aisle and looked up and down the carriage. They were indeed alone. 

“So what were we talking about?” stuttered a nervous Carl. There was an immediate silence, only broken by the rhythmic clacking of the rails under foot. 

“Let’s see, we were talking about our lack of a social life. How hard it was to meet other people we were interested in. Then I told you the story of how I bumped into two people having sex on the train. Then you thought I was somehow endorsing that kind of behavior. Then you went totally clammy about the subject …”

“Hang on, clammy! I did not! I’m no prude but I was a little shocked that you … you know … thought that kind of thing was …” Carl was struggling to keep his mouth in tune with his mind, which was racing a million miles a minute.  


The Sex Express Ch. 01



“You thought I was some sort of sexual freak,” Kelly challenged with an impish grin, her eyes having an alluring effect. “I bet you wouldn’t be complaining if you were the guy who was getting it on.” 

Carl didn’t know how to respond, he didn’t even know whether he was supposed to respond. He watched Kelly’s body language change subtly, her shoulders sweeping back and becoming more defined. Her jacket parting as she lifted herself out of the chair gradually. Carl didn’t react immediately, Kelly coming to a crouching stance before him, leaning further and further forward. 

He was captivated by her eyes, and her gaze never abated. Carl watched as Kelly approached, as if in slow motion, her lips coming ever closer. It was at that moment Carl felt Kelly’s soft lips make contact with his own. They shared a brief yet moving kiss before Kelly pulled away and gazed into his eyes.

“You’re hopeless Carl, I’ve been hinting that I’m interested in you for the better part of two years,” she said it with a soft conciliatory tone. Carl couldn’t believe it, all that time his suspicions were true, and he had never acted on them. “And finally I’m the one who has to make the first move.” 

Carl leaned back deep into his worn out seat. “Well I wasn’t totally sure whether the feelings were mutual …”

Kelly leant down yet again and they kissed passionately, their lips pressing together in a tight seal. Carl felt Kelly’s tongue push its way past his lips and intermingle with his own, their embrace becoming more heated. He felt her hands gently rest on his shoulders followed by the touch of her knees on his.

“So are you sure now?” She eased herself away from Carl and stood before him. “We’ve got the train to ourselves … and we have two years worth of flirting to catch up on. Care to be reckless?” 

Stunned by Kelly’s forthrightness Carl just nodded. Kelly leant over him, placing her right hand on his chest and lifting the retractable arm rest beside Carl up with her left. Carl shuffled towards the center of the twin seat Kelly straddling him and sitting on his lap. She deftly pulled her skirt up her thighs so she could wrap herself around Carl’s legs.

They kissed again, a long drawn out embrace, searching each other out with their roving hands. Carl gripped Kelly’s curvy hips and ran his hands up her sides, then back down her thighs, their kiss getting hotter and more intense. He forcefully kissed Kelly back feeling her body push down harder on his. 

Kelly leaned into him and her arm dug in between his shoulder blade and the seat back. Both of them refused to let the passionate hold break. There breathing becoming heavier and more ragged as they gulped for air without severing their connection.   

Carl stroked Kelly’s back, feeling the ridges of her spine and the noticeable contour of her bra. Her perfumed skin wafted into his nostrils as they continued their long drawn out kiss. He could feel his sexual desires begin to surface and that familiar tingling in his groin as she softly ground up against him.

Kelly tore her lips away from Carl and looked deep into his eyes. She wore a lustful look on her face, taking deep breaths as she weighed up the situation. Her pelvis pushed into Carl’s crotch, accompanied by a cheeky smile. Carl returned the nudge by lifting his hips and Kelly up. She responded likewise her grin fading into a more determined yet provocative demeanor.

“What are you thinking?” Carl asked with a coarse throaty voice, he tried to swallow but his mouth was dry. 

“I’m thinking that we should get a little … reckless.” Kelly took a firm grip of Carl’s shirt, scrunching it between her fingers and tugging it back towards her as she propelled her lips onto his, another heated kiss ensued. 

Carl could feel himself being physically smothered by the voluptuous Kelly, her hand roughly probing his shirt and finding his tie. She pulled at the knot and slid the tie from his neck with minimal effort, opening his collar and turning her attention to his soft flesh. 

Carl leaned forward taking a firm grip of Kelly’s hips. He wiggled his shoulders free of his suit with the help of Kelly. She swiftly undid his buttons before tugging the tail of his shirt out from his pants, his bare chest exposed to her. Carl took a deep breath. He could feel one of her hands slide down his torso and finger the length of his belt.

Kelly pushed herself from Carl’s unyielding hold and towered over him as he reclined back into the seat. “Enjoying yourself?” whispered Kelly. She ran her fingers through her hair causing her sizeable chest to jut out. Carl felt his manhood stir again, the little display making him all the harder. 

He watched as Kelly let her jacket slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor. She began to unbutton her collar, Carl fumbling with the bottom of her blouse. Kelly tore open her blouse revealing her soft features and full breasts. A mischievous look spread across her face as she tossed the blouse away leaving her heavy breasts struggling to free themselves from her black lace bra. 

“I think you’ll enjoy this, a lot more.” Kelly lifted herself from Carl’s lap and stepped back. With an adoring gaze she knelt down before him and unbuckled his belt, ripping it out. He reached down and unfastened his fly pulling his pants down. Carl looked on with a growing anticipation as Kelly yanked his pants and jocks free, his bulging manhood springing free.

Her eyes were unwavering as she parted his legs with a soft touch, her fingers wrapping themselves around the base of his cock and pulling it down towards her approaching face. Carl sighed as he watched Kelly’s head disappear in his crotch, almost jumping out of the chair with her first touch.

Kelly nuzzled the head of his cock with her nose and cheek, her delicate lips pecking its end and working their way down the shaft. A playful lick greeted his senses as she teased the bulging veins that ribbed his hardness. Kelly licked the underside of his cock and led her tongue all the way back up his shaft settling on his knob and again kissing it softly. A glistening trail of saliva marked out her path.

Carl groaned as he felt her fingers form a tight ring around his cock and her lips slide over his excited knob. She took his head in and sucked back gently at first, but then with more pressure. He twisted his rear under her. Kelly responded by taking more of him in, her tongue wrapping around him as she slid further and further down. She stopped and then reversed her course. Her eyes appeared again, staring provocatively back at Carl as he watched her pleasure him.

He felt as if all his senses were on fire as Kelly began to work his cock with her lips and hand. With increasing pace she pumped his hard meat to the brink of ejaculation, Carl taking frantic breaths to compose himself and delay the inevitable. With another squirm Carl threw his head back and called out, “You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up …” 

Kelly slowly extricated herself from his lap, still keeping a firm grip on his moistened cock with a naughty grin on her face. “What gives? Was it getting a little too hot for you?” 

“You could say that,” smirked Carl. “But I was thinking of doing something else.” 

“Well then, don’t let me stop you.”

Carl leaned forward in his seat and grasped the waist line of Kelly’s skirt gently tugging it away from her body. Kelly reached down and unzipped the garment, letting it fall to her ankles. She stood in front of Carl in her black lace bra and panties. Without stopping Carl wrapped his fingers around the sides of her panties and slipped them down her svelte thighs. 

A trimmed thatch of pubic hair appeared as the lace panties fell away, followed by the tip of her crease. She leaned forward, her hands resting on his knees and they kissed, Carl could feel her guiding his legs back together. Kelly straightened herself and placed one knee on the edge of the seat, her folds parting and offering an enticing sight for Carl. He slid his fingers down her soft tummy and through her pubic patch, tenderly prodding her skin until he felt the wetness of her pussy. 

He flicked the spongy tissue of her engorged labia, Kelly responding with a soft moan. He pried her folds apart with the tips of his fingers, allowing one to plunge deep into her love canal. Kelly squirmed as the finger probed her looking for a pleasurable response. With another whimper she reached down taking his wrist and easing it away. 

She climbed back up onto the seat and straddled Carl, making sure to get a hold of his manhood, her thumb rubbing his knob as she drew it under her. Carl could feel the tip of his cock touch her warm moist pussy, her folds giving way to his width as she slid down on top of him. 

With a faint whimper Kelly took all of him in, stopping to give him a frenzied kiss. She looked him in the eye. “Is this what you had in mind?” 

“That amongst other things … care to get reckless?” 

Kelly acknowledged with a murmur she ran her fingers through her hair as she slid herself up his cock. Carl could no longer resist his lust for her heavy tits. He reached around her back and deftly unsnapped her bra. With a lazy wiggle of the shoulders her bra dropped down into Carl’s lap, he tossed it away as Kelly eased herself back down his shaft. 

Kelly’s enormous tits flopped free, her white skin offset by the pinkish color of her broad areolas. Her nipples standing firm and erect drew Carl’s attention. He cupped a breast with his hand and gently kissed and suckled on its hardened bud. Kelly moaned out loud looking up to the ceiling as Carl took a generous amount of her sensitive flesh into his mouth. 

She began to gyrate up and down on his hard member, pounding into him with greater speed and force. Carl gnashed his teeth together, his body becoming tense as she teased him closer to a huge orgasm. Kelly’s body bouncing up and down, her tits flopping freely provided Carl with a tantalizing sight. A warm glow began to spread through his limbs, centering on his excited crotch. 

Both lovers cried out loud as their thrashing reached a crescendo, Kelly thundering into him with reckless abandon. Her fingers danced through her pubic hair and over her wet mound, she rubbed her puffy folds eliciting a deep moan from her own exertions. Carl watched as she fidgeted with herself her fingers finding their intended target. With a soft tapping motion Kelly began to tweak her clit as Carl thrust his cock back into her.

Their cries became lustier as both lovers approached climax. Kelly’s fingers worked her clit in a wild circular fashion, her flesh contorting around her touch. With a hard final shunt Carl groaned feeling his control finally melt and a familiar surge streak through him.

“Ohhh, I’m about to cum,” panted Carl. “I’m going to cum in you …”

Carl flinched, his muscles contracting momentarily before letting loose, the first of his ejaculate breaching his guard and squirting deep inside Kelly. She squirmed as he shot his first load and then settled down on his hot body. He sighed loudly as Kelly gently nibbled on his neck. He fired another load into Kelly’s sweetness.

“That’s it, let it go inside me,” she whispered sweetly into his ear. Carl let go the last of his self restraint and his body went into spasm as the last of his cum spurted out. He sank back into his chair feeling totally content and relaxed. Kelly gave her clit one last tweak. She threw her head back and bit down on her lower lip as her own orgasm was released.

“Ohhh God that’s it!” cried Kelly her thighs clamping firmly around Carl’s and a renewed push down onto Carl signaling her climax. She took a deep breath, her chest expanding and then collapsing before falling on top of him. 

A passionate kiss followed as the two lovers bathed in the warmth of their reckless lovemaking session. With a twinkle in her eye Kelly looked at Carl. “So do you think that kind of thing is appropriate on a public train now?” 

“I suppose it’s like you said. It all depends on who’s involved.” 

The train began to noticeably slow. Carl stirred underneath Kelly trying to see out the largely closed windows and figure out where they were. “Why are we stopping?” he said in a hushed tone to nobody in particular. Kelly remained motionless, unconcerned by Carl’s sudden sense of apprehension. She took a few deep breaths, feeling Carl’s manhood began to subside inside her. 

The train shuddered to a stop, but there didn’t appear to be a station.

To be continued … 



The Sex Express Ch. 02



The train eased to a stop, jerking as its momentum was finally snuffed out. Carl peered out the cracked window blind, but was greeted with nothing more than the pitch black of the night. He had lost all track of time and had no idea how far the train had traveled or why they could possibly be stopping.

It was normal for the train to go express through all the seldom used stations outside of the city. That usually guaranteed an uninterrupted ride for the last hour of the trip. But sometimes the train was forced to stop and pick up or drop off passengers at one of those smaller stations, and it appeared that just that situation had occurred.

He look Kelly in the eyes, the bubbly blonde who lay naked on top of him, the two of them cuddling after a wild and crazy love making session. She didn’t seem too concerned with what was happening she was content to lay on Carl’s warm body and rest. 

Carl on the other hand was becoming a little apprehensive. They were the only persons in the carriage but the chance that someone else may stumble across them worried him. He frantically craned his neck from under Kelly and tried to see around the grubby high backed chairs which surrounded them. He couldn’t see anything from their hide, a bank of two twin seats facing each other near the rear of the carriage. He looked across the aisle and could see Kelly’s business case and papers sitting on the seat she had occupied at the start of the journey.

“Hey, maybe we should get dressed, what happens if someone comes in here?” Carl suggested trying to appear calmer than he was. Kelly stirred, lifting herself with her arms and towering over Carl who was pressed deep into the chair back. Her breasts swung underneath her and provided a tantalizing spectacle, one which Carl forced himself to ignore.

“Why? Hardly anybody gets on the train at this time of the night. And if they do I’m sure they won’t disturb us,” Kelly spoke serenely, genuinely unconcerned with Carl’s fears. “Besides I’m enjoying myself, aren’t you?”

Carl gulped. His mouth was dry from his exertions. He didn’t want to disappoint Kelly, the object of his desires, but he was getting more and more worried that someone would catch them in such a compromising situation. “I think we should at least pull on some of our clothes, just in case,” he reasoned. 

Kelly shook her head gently, gazing down into his eyes. He could feel her hips wiggle under his hands and a faint twinge in his groin as his manhood stirred inside her. She leaned down and gave him a soft peck on the forehead her lips hovering above his ear. “Don’t worry so much, nobody is going to catch us, and besides I intend on taking you home tonight.” 

Carl smiled in reply. He gave her a delicate kiss on the lips, his lust reinvigorated. “That’s good, but we still have to get dressed before we get off the train. While I don’t want to spoil the moment I think we should at least regain some modesty.” 

She smiled back at him, lifting herself and straddling his crotch, her hands pushing firmly down on his chest. She squirmed from side to side, her efforts matched with a devilish look as she tried to tempt him into more. With an exaggerated sigh she motioned that she was going to climb off him, when suddenly she froze. 

A pneumatic hiss screeched through the air, the familiar sound of the internal carriage doors opening and closing. It sounded as if it had come from the front of their carriage. Kelly ducked her head back down, pulling herself firmly against Carl’s body so she wouldn’t be seen by whoever had opened the front door. 

Carl guided Kelly to his side, his cock sliding from her moist pussy. He felt grossly out of place with only his black pants wrapped around his ankles, the rest of his business suit lying in a wrinkled mess under him or scattered on the floor between the seats. He lifted his head to peer between the high backed chairs and see if anyone had entered the carriage. 

There was no immediate movement, so he pushed himself further out of the seat and chanced a glimpse over the seats and down the aisle. Standing in the door way was a tall lean woman carrying a hefty backpack like those used for hiking. He quickly ducked back down between the seats, hoping that he hadn’t been seen.

“Oh my God, someone has just gotten on and is standing at the front of the train,” he frantically reported. Kelly finally showed some hint of anxiety as she looked back at Carl stunned to the point she couldn’t say anything. “We have to be quiet … here.” 


Carl reached around his back and found Kelly’s skirt and passed it to her. She held the limp garment unsure of what to do, still trying to formulate a plan on how to respond to the situation. 

“Quick grab all our clothes, maybe they won’t notice anything and will sit down up front,” Kelly said in a hushed tone. Carl rolled away from Kelly and dug out his shirt and suit jacket, he looked around hurriedly to see where the rest of their clothing had disappeared to. He yanked Kelly’s moist black panties from the crack between the seats and almost threw them at her. 

Kelly seemed to be just holding what Carl passed her. She was making no effort to get dressed. “Quick pull them on before she comes down here,” pleaded Carl.  

He ventured another look between the seat backs to see what the woman was doing. He caught a quick glimpse of her and she appeared to be stationary a few rows in from the doorway. The door let out another hiss as it automatically slid shut behind her and the train began to accelerate roughly away from the platform.

“I think were okay, she doesn’t look like she is coming this way.” 

“Are you sure?” Kelly now looked rattled, she was looking for reassurance, but Carl was already a ball of nerves. Kelly let out a deep sigh she tried to ease herself into the foot well between the two rows of seats in an effort to quietly get dressed. 

Carl again craned his neck to see between the chairs, confident that he couldn’t be seen by the woman. He took a deep breath and tried to steady himself, his heart was racing, beating loudly in his ears, the adrenalin coursing through his veins. Suddenly the tall lean woman began to walk down the aisle, slowly. She appeared to be looking for a seat to sit in amongst the empty rows. 

“Oh no, she’s coming this way,” announced Carl his eyes darted around their immediate surroundings. He prayed that he had retrieved all their clothes and that the woman wouldn’t see anything and thus would sit down before she reached the back of the carriage. 

The woman kept her slow and steady pace, stopping every couple of steps to balance herself as the train jerked forward or leaned into another turn, her heavy backpack weighing her thin frame down. 

“I think she’s stopped.” 

Kelly gulped noticeably she was struggling to arrange her skirt, but still had not got the opportunity to pull it back on. Then her face went pale, her eyes focused in a direct line past Carl and at the aisle floor. Carl noticed her gaze and followed it to its destination. There sitting on the dirty stained grey carpet was her black lace bra, it was partially lying out in the aisle, and was surely visible to the woman.

“Oh no, my bra … it’s,” she never got a chance to finish Carl fumbled with the seat as he tried to get a better view of the woman. She was now standing mid way down the aisle and her eyes gave her away, she was looking at the discarded underwear. Carl held his breath, his heart thumping madly as she stepped cautiously towards the rear of the carriage, and towards them. 

He wanted to warn Kelly but his mouth was devoid of any saliva, he couldn’t bring himself to utter a word. Kelly read his mind, she knew what was about to happen and froze. 

The newly embarked passenger glided down the aisle, momentarily swaying with the train’s motion, her eyes never leaving the lace bra. Both Carl and Kelly remained totally still, neither even daring to breathe as she came into view, her head and shoulders visible above the seats. 

She was visibly caught off guard by what she saw. As if running into an invisible wall she halted, her eyes casting themselves upon the two naked lovers curled up in their secluded corner. 

The woman stepped forward and awkwardly slung her heavy backpack to the floor, standing it on its end against a seat on the opposite side of the aisle. She bent down in a calm controlled manner and fished the offending bra off the floor. She then sedately reached across Carl’s naked body and handed it to Kelly who nervously accepted it and tried to offer a faint thank you. 

Carl couldn’t believe his eyes, the woman who had a tall lean figure, was so calm and didn’t appeared to be fazed at all by what she had discovered. She had short auburn hair, dark yet inviting eyes, she wore a casual white sleeveless shirt emphasizing her petite shoulders and arms. A three quarter length brown skirt with a floral motif completed her dress, she wore buckled up worn sandals. From first impressions Carl immediately equated her as being a backpacker, they were common travelers on the north bound train, heading to the retreats up in the hills surrounding the city. 

Her lips parted and she smiled, “I am … sorry … for intrusion, yes.” She spoke broken English with a heavy European accent which Carl could not readily place. “I mean not to … bother you.” Again she smiled to emphasize her attempted apology. 

“That’s alright, we shouldn’t have been …” Kelly tried to sound conciliatory but it seemed to be lost on the woman. Her eyes had not left Carl since she arrived. She seemed fascinated by him. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry that … you aren’t going to tell anyone, are you?” Carl blurted out. He immediately regretted saying it, it sounded like he was trying to save his own skin. His chest expanded raggedly as he took a deep breath, his hands shaking by his side.

“No, I not tell anyone … but I … how, do you say,” she paused raising a finger to her lips and gazing into space obviously searching for the right word. “I like … you were fucking, yes?” 

Her broken English seemed to echo through Carl’s mind, the word ‘fucking’ given particular weight. She stood resolutely not wanting to retreat or excuse herself, her stare never leaving Carl. He felt a shiver run up his spine as Kelly placed her supple hand on his hip and beckoned him to turn towards her. He twisted his head away from the European woman’s gaze. 

Kelly was still naked, holding her clothes in a bunch over her lap. “I think we should excuse ourselves and get dressed before anyone else comes,” she said in a whispered tone so that the other woman would not hear their discussion. 

“Yeah, this is starting to get a little weird.” 

Kelly bent over in her seat and pulled her panties over her feet and up her legs, trying to remain as modest as possible. Carl followed her lead and fumbled with his pants which were firmly wrapped around his shins. 

“No, no,” called the woman. Carl turned to see what she wanted, her hands were held out signaling him to stop. Her eyes were again fixed on him, she seemed to be ignoring Kelly altogether. “I like … I like to fuck yes. You and me,” she patted her chest with her hand, “you and me, we fuck.” 

Carl bit his tongue, he was about to laugh at what was said but didn’t want to offend the woman. He wasn’t sure if it was a question or a demand being made of him. She smiled with a bizarre innocence like it was an everyday occurrence to ask a stranger for sex. “Ahhh, I’m not sure if I …” he replied cautiously. 

He turned to face Kelly who was trying to pull her skirt back on without making a show of it. She immediately refocused on Carl. She appeared to understand his confusion. Kelly didn’t know what to do either. She gave him a soft peck on his cheek and lingered by his ear. “Ummm, I don’t know what to do.”

“Yeah but what am I suppose to say to get rid of her?” 

“You don’t have to get rid of her if you don’t want to,” Kelly’s eyebrows rose and fell in a suggestive manner. Carl still looked lost. “I won’t hold it against you if you do. In fact I think it would be hot seeing you with another woman, isn’t that every guys dream, to have two women in one night?” 

What Kelly had said blew Carl’s mind, his jaw fell open as he figured out what to say. He took a few deep breaths and fought to compose himself, turning back to the strange woman. “Ahhh what exactly are you saying?” 

He almost jumped as Kelly playfully slapped his rear and she giggled, she mumbled something incoherently. The woman stepped closer now standing over both lovers and within feet of Carl’s exposed body. 

“I’m sorry … my English is not good. I mean you and me,” again she pointed to Carl and then patted her chest to demonstrate what she was saying. “You and me … we fuck.” Her voice sounded cheery, she looked over at Kelly for the first time and smiled but then returned to Carl. 

Kelly finally stood up, her ruffled skirt fastened around her waist. She picked up her bra, blouse and jacket and stepped around Carl’s legs and back into the aisle. He watched in disbelief, as if Kelly was abandoning him. She stopped and looked up to the woman, “He’s all yours.” 

She smiled at Kelly her long slender fingers reached out and she brushed Kelly’s full breast with an open hand, like she was patting an animal. Kelly didn’t noticeably respond but stepped back to where she had left her business case and she sat on the arm rest facing back towards Carl.

“You like watch,” nodded the woman addressing Kelly. She responded by smiling in agreement.

Carl sank back into his seat and almost flinched as the woman stepped closer to him. She bent over, her hand resting on the seat back above him to steady her body. He watched her slender lips pout then open, her tongue pronounced as she spoke, “My name is Katya.”

Her soft wet lips left a sloppy trail on his forehead as she gave him a provocative peck. He looked down the top of her loose white shirt seeing her pert breasts and pronounced shoulder bones. Her auburn hair hung limply down the sides of her face just below her ears, her eyes were bottomless in their gaze. 

Katya rested her left hand on his right shoulder, softly massaging it as she moved her legs closer to his. He noticed the golden polish on her nails and that each hand was adorned by two or three rings. She looked down his body stopping at his crotch, “ewww, you not hard for me.”

He sucked in a breath as her hand took a hold of his subsiding erection, he could feel her cool touch on his still moist skin. The sensation was exquisite as she slid her fingers down to the base of his prick and teased his sack with the tip of her little finger. Carl looked back over to Kelly who had half pulled on her bra, but had stopped to watch Katya. She smiled to him and encouraged him to continue. 

Carl turned back to Katya who stared back at him, her tongue peeking out of her lips and gliding across them before disappearing again. Her stroking was slow but firm, her fingers forming a tight seal around him. 

“Well I guess you’ll just have to get me hard again.”

“Ewww, you naughty boy … I suck you.”

Katya’s head slipped down his naked chest, she repeatedly pecked the pale skin of his stomach and over his navel. She giggled as she crossed his untamed pubic patch. With a cool indifference she aimed his cock up to her lips and cast a piercing stare back at him. Her wet lips wrapped themselves around the flesh of his knob before sliding down his shaft and back up. He could feel her tongue dance across his flesh as she continued to run her open mouth along his manhood.

“Oh yeah that feels good,” groaned Carl his hand resting on the top of Katya’s head, her hair twining around his fingers careful not to snag her. He closed his eyes and felt every minute sensation, a surge of blood pumping back into his prick. 

Katya continued to apply her own saliva sloppily to his skin, she nibbled gently on the underside of his cock and it firmed noticeably. Her golden nails took hold of his shaft, her other hand sliding down his torso and cupped his tight scrotum, rolling it from side to side. Carl groaned as a shiver went through his body.

He watched as Katya took his entire knob into her mouth, engulfing his flesh and easing more and more of him in. She began to gyrate back and forth with her lips, her hands twisting over his skin causing a pleasurable burning sensation. Her thrusting picked up and Carl could feel his swollen cock butt up against the roof of her mouth. He looked down seeing her face drawn out and eyes wide open as she sucked back hard on him.

He fidgeted in his seat, Katya’s elbows bumping into the inside of his thighs urging him to stay still. He watched as her rear thrust into the air and she stooped further over him, his cock still firmly wedged in her mouth. He wasn’t quite sure what she was trying to do.

Gradually the suction on his excited cock increased and he could feel her lips take more of his flesh in. He watched in astonishment as she removed her hand and sunk further down his length. All of a sudden he felt the head of his cock rub against the back of her mouth. With a jerk a tight ring squeezed around the side of his knob and a pulsating sensation ran back through his shaft into his torso. She was taking him deep throat.

Carl couldn’t believe the strength of her suction as she drew back on him, her tongue wrapping around the base of his cock. Katya looked as if she was about to gag but repositioned her body over his lap. A deep visceral moan rumbled from her body. 

“Oh that is so hot,” moaned Carl he could feel his sexual hunger returning. He looked over at Kelly who had not moved an inch, absolutely astonished at what Katya was doing. 

Katya gently withdrew herself at a snail's pace, her lips grossly stretched over Carl’s girth. With a soft peck on the head of his knob Katya gazed adoringly at him. She took a firm grip on the base of his cock, his flesh a pinkish hue engorged with blood and rock hard. 

Carl remained in his seat as Katya stepped back and stood straight, giving him a cheeky look. With little hesitation she bent over taking a handful of her skirt and pulled the airy fabric down revealing her long sinewy legs, kicking the skirt away. She wore a pair of conservative brown cotton panties. 

“Ewww, you taste good and you hard now,” she purred in her broken English. Katya’s fingers danced over her panty clad mound. She began to graphically rub her pussy through the fabric of her underwear. Carl swore he could see a small wet patch begin to appear. “You make me wet now.”

Katya threw her head back as she began to rub her mound in a rough circular motion, her panties straining to keep her covered up. A solitary golden finger slipped under her panties and snagged them, pulling them aside and revealing the pink flesh of her blossom. Carl had never experienced anything like this in his life and stared attentively as Katya parted her swollen labia and displayed her love canal. Her folds contorting with her fingers every whim as she erotically touched herself and pleased her inner desire. 

She slid a single finger deep into her pussy probing herself with a surprised look on her face, her shallow breaths adding to the exhilaration of the moment. “You like my … how do you say … my pussy?” 

“Oh yeah, I love your pussy.” 

“You touch my pussy?” 

Katya stretched her hand out, her moist fingers grasping Carl’s wrist like a vice and purposefully pulled it toward her. He watched on as his own hand drew closer and closer to her gaping slit. With a tentative touch he made contact with her damp skin, her folds easily parting as he explored her. She murmured in a language he did not understand as he teased her pussy lips apart, once again revealing her bright pink blossom,

“Ewww, you naughty boy, you like to play with my pussy?” Katya’s innocent voice was amazingly seductive. Carl could feel himself getting harder and wanting things to progress, he noticed Kelly in the corner of his eye. She was watching them intently as if beckoning them to go further. 




The Sex Express Ch. 02



Carl slid his middle and index finger up into Katya’s wet snatch, she quivered briefly, and then moaned. Her fingers dancing over her mound, teasing out her sexual needs. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, she responded by panting out loud and mumbling incoherently in a lusty voice. 

Two of her golden fingers probed the top of her crease and soon unsheathed her hooded clit. With a deft touch she began to rub and tweak her hardened nub causing her to almost double over in ecstasy. 

“How do you like that?” posed Carl in a nonchalant tone. “Do you want more?” 

Katya responded with a look of confusion, like she was struggling to understand what Carl was saying. But it soon became apparent that she knew what she was doing, her own fingers driving deep passionate moans out of her. She swore loudly as she swept her fingers back over her exposed clit in a furious manner. 

With a grimace and then a deep breath she suddenly stopped her masturbation. Carl let his soaked fingers slide back out of her well greased pussy, a pouting smile greeting his efforts. 

“You and me, we fuck now … you fuck me.” 

Katya stood tall spreading her legs slightly. She pinched the sides of her panties, slowly and purposefully sliding them down her toned thighs. A small trimmed patch of auburn pubic hairs caught Carl’s eye as Katya stepped out of the discarded garment. 

She stood in front of Carl, parting her puffy folds with her fingers. Katya climbed onto the seat straddling Carl’s lap and leaned into him. Carl was buried under the cloth of her shirt as she reached under herself and gripped his erect manhood, pushing it against the spongy tissue of her pussy.

“Ewww, you big yes,” she purred as she slid her thin frame down in his swollen cock. Carl felt her dripping flesh engulf him, her face descending to his level. She gave him a soft uncomplicated kiss, her hand stroking the side of his head as it traveled down his shoulder, settling on his chest. Her second hand joined her first, both of them resting open over his nipples.   

Katya pushed back away from Carl’s body, leaning back over the foot well, her hands landing softly on the edge of the opposite seat. She was now lying back over Carl’s knees, her legs digging in behind his back and grabbing him in a pincer like fashion. Carl shuddered as his manhood still deep inside Katya followed her every move. 

“Now … we fuck, yes.”

Katya began to rock her body back into Carl’s torso, she then retreated almost to the point that his hard cock would slip out. He watched the rhythmic thrusting of the auburn haired woman as she slid up and down his pole, her sopping wet pussy leaving a glistening coat of juices down his crotch. 

“Fuck!” Katya cried out repeatedly, shunting up against Carl harder and harder. She closed her eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy, faint splashing sounds greeting their ears as she got even wetter from her exertions. 

Carl groaned as she continued to bound back into him, he could feel his entire shaft disappear inside her, her loud swearing matched by her quiet murmuring in her native language. He turned towards Kelly who was still perched on the armrest on the other side of the aisle. Her mouth hung partially open, her eyes fixed on Katya’s gyrating body. 

Carl felt Katya’s gentle touch on his chin, twisting his head back to her. She had lifted herself back over him and held him tightly between her legs. He felt her ease herself up off his manhood and reposition her legs next to him so she was once again straddling him. Her fingers guiding his swollen member back inside her as she sank back down. 

“You like?” 

“Yeah, I like it, I like it a lot,” cooed Carl with a throaty voice. She stooped over and gave him a subtle peck on the lips, but withdrew before he could offer anything more passionate. 

She smiled in reply, her hands fumbling with the hem of her shirt. She yanked it up over her head, wiggling to get it free before tossing it towards Kelly. Carl looked at her thin figure, her pert breasts topped with dark areolas and her pointy nipples jutting out. He watched as her golden nails danced across her pale skin and over her hardened buds. She sighed as she resumed her thrusting.

Carl groaned as she slammed down on him repeatedly, her face studied and full of concentration as she stared back at him. She brought her fingers to her mouth and lavishly licked them, putting on a seductive spectacle for Carl. Her glazed fingertips finding their way to her excited nipples, she softly rolled them, tweaking them to satisfaction.

Katya returned her fingers to her lips and again lavished them with her tongue, sucking on them in a provocative manner. This time she slid her hand down her taut stomach and over her mound, through her small patch and onto her engorged folds. She began tracing a wide circle over her horny slit, paying special attention to her labia. 

Carl could feel Katya increasing the pace of her thrusting, she thundered down on him and then bounded back up, he could feel himself begin to peak. “Ohhh Katya, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Ewww you feel good yes,” she purred in response. “You fuck me yes … you fuck me in … in my hole.” 

He looked back at her, confused at what she was trying to say. She boosted herself up off his hard cock. She took a hold of the drenched prick and cast a piercing stare into his eyes. He could feel her rubbing his knob up against her pussy lips and down across her perineum. A sudden realization sprung to mind, he knew what she was about to do.

“You fuck me yes … you fuck me … in the ass.”

Before he could venture a reply Katya began to squirm over him. He felt the firm flesh that surrounded her anus as she coaxed his cock against it. With a whimper Katya began to push his hardened prick into her puckered hole. Carl couldn’t believe the vacuum like suction that greeted his knob, accompanied by the intense pressure her sphincter formed around him. 

A deep muffled moan pursed his lips as the intense sensation of her ass pleasured his hardness. He could feel himself beginning to climax his pelvis twitching as Katya fed more and more of him in. Her buttocks finally rested back on his lap, his entirety buried inside her. Katya’s fingers returned to pleasing her aching pussy. 

She began to bound back up, sliding her tightened ring along the ridges of his shaft. Carl knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. His sexual tensions intensified as Katya began to pleasure herself in a graphic way. He fixed his eyes on her slender fingers as she expertly parted her folds and spread her pink blossom out before him. She plunged her middle finger right up to the knuckle, and began to fuck herself. 

She bit down on her lower lip and let out a shrill cry as the body began to spasm, her hand taking a ragged grip on her pert breast and fondling her elongated nipple. She slammed back down for the final time.

“Oh God I’m losing it,” panted Carl as he felt himself slide over the edge. He could feel his sticky cum spurt out deep inside Katya’s anus. An intense burning ran through his swollen member, the familiar feeling of being absolutely spent, his entire body contracting and then falling limp. 

Katya stirred and then mumbled something that Carl couldn’t understand, she eased her rear away from him, his excess cum smearing across her buttocks and her folds as she pushed herself back onto her feet. 

“You very naughty boy yes,” she purred giving him a casual peck on the lips. “You enjoy yourself?”

“Yeah, that was hot,” was all Carl could manage. 

“Good … that is nice, yes. You please me. I must go now.” He watched as Katya pulled her panties back on and slid the elastic waist of her back around her hips. Kelly politely handed her the shirt she had tossed away. She slid it back on and leaned over whispering into the voluptuous blonde’s ear. 

With that Katya slung her heavy backpack over her shoulder and exited the rear door into the following carriage, leaving Carl absolutely stunned at what had happened. Kelly was full dressed again. She slipped over and sat next to him with a cheeky smile on her face. He bent down and roughly pulled his pants back up, totally fatigued by events.  

“What did she say to you?” 

Kelly chuckled and then looked him dead in the eyes, “she said you are very good, but very … how do you say … nervous.” They both laughed at Kelly’s poor imitation of Katya’s broken English. 

…..

The train shuddered and began to noticeably slow. It shook Carl from his semi-conscious state. He looked straight up and noticed the familiar ugly cream color of the carriage ceiling, his eyes taking a moment to focus and his brain needing time to catch up. It had all been a dream, one erotic dream. He took a deep ragged breath and sighed loudly somewhat disappointed. 

Then he felt something lying on his chest, he looked down his body to find his chest exposed and the gorgeous Kelly cuddling up to him, she too was naked. It hadn’t been a dream, or had it? Did the mysterious Katya ever exist? 

Kelly stirred from her slumber and looked him in the eyes. “Hey, have you recuperated yet?” Her eyebrows raised in accompaniment with her words. “Because I’m taking you home.” 

She gave him a soft peck on the chest and then a sweet adoring kiss on the lips. A sense of exhilaration ran through his body, Kelly was his, finally. 

To be continued … 



The Sex Express Ch. 03



The nightly express train shuddered violently as it slowed down for the final station on its northern journey. Carl swayed with the train’s rugged movements as he tried to reach into the overhead rack to retrieve his bag and brief case. His long lean frame stretched out to its maximum length as he fished his possessions out of their hide. He turned to see the shorter voluptuous figure of Kelly as she packed away the last of her work papers and picked up her soft leather case. 

She turned and gave him a warm smile as she braced herself against the high backed chair for the train’s eventual stop. Carl looked her up and down. Her once immaculate charcoal business suit and skirt was now a wrinkled mess. She brushed down the length of her thigh trying to straighten out the worst of the wrinkles but to no avail. 

“Sorry about that,” beamed Carl with a gregarious voice. 

Kelly looked up at him with a cheeky grin, “you should see what you look like at the moment.” Carl turned to see his reflection in the dark window, his shirt was in terrible shape, his tie raggedly hanging around his neck, his pants and suit were ruffled and stood up in all the wrong places. It looked as if someone had stacked all his clothes up and jumped up and down on them. 

He smiled and turned back to Kelly, “So I suppose that means you don’t want to take me home with you then, me being in such a poor state of dress.” 

She giggled and gracefully stepped over to him, her body pressing against his, her chin touching his chest. He ducked down and they kissed passionately only stopped by the unexpected braking of the train as it came to a complete stop. 

“You’re still coming home with me. I’ll make sure of that.” She took a firm grasp of his belt and tugged his waist towards her as she stepped to the rear doorway about to leave the train. With a swift heave the outside door swung open and the cold night air rushed into the temperate interior. Kelly stepped down from the carriage onto the worn concrete platform. Only a handful of passengers alighted from the rest of the train, most of them stumbling like zombies to the station building and gate. 

It was nearing midnight on the faded station clock. Kelly led Carl towards the station building where a solitary conductor stood collecting tickets from the tired and groggy passengers as they walked past. 

Kelly was still amazingly bubbly, reinvigorated by her short nap on Carl’s naked body. She looked at the older thin woman in the eye and cheerfully handed over her ticket. The female conductor looked at the state of her business suit with a measure of suspicion, one which immediately turned to Carl whose suit was in worse condition. 

He found that he couldn’t look the woman in the eye, handing over his ticket while he gazed at her feet. 

“Rough trip was it?” the woman said with a gravelly voice. She grunted and ushered them through the station to the front door, they were the last people off the train. The two heavy glass doors of the grubby train station slammed behind them, startling Carl. 

Kelly burst into a fit of laughter, doubling over and struggling to breathe. She straightened herself out and loosely grabbed a hold of Carl’s jacket. “Rough trip, hey,” her mocking tone brought a smile to his face, and he was rewarded by a warm loving kiss from the object of his desires. 

The two of them walked into the dark car park beside the station, nothing stirred as they walked up to the solitary car sitting in the open. Kelly dangled her keys and opened the car, Carl reluctantly climbing into the cheap little hatchback. 

A strange conflict was being fought in his mind, he wanted to be with Kelly on the one hand, but on the other hand he didn’t know her as well as he thought. He was still trying to work out whether the events which transpired in the train actually occurred, or whether they were all figments of his imagination. He had made an effort to scan the people who had gotten off the train to see if the mysterious Katya even existed. He never saw her.

Kelly drove on, not saying a word, the radio playing quietly in the background. Carl stared on into the empty night but not actually taking in anything he saw. How could he not know whether he had sex with someone else? He swore that Kelly was there, watching him, and she had gotten dressed, so it must have been a dream, because she was naked when he woke up.

However, Kelly could have easily taken off her blouse and crawled back on top of him for the remainder of the trip. He shook his head. He was getting a mild headache from the effort. He rubbed imaginary sleep out of his eyes and tried to make himself more alert. 

“Nearly there,” announced Kelly in her delicate seductive voice. He smiled and gazed at her, she was truly beautiful, while she didn’t have a model’s body she was sexy in other ways. Her energy seemed to course through the air, she was so warm and friendly, and truth be told Carl found her soft voluptuous figure extremely attractive. 

He remembered seeing her slide off her bra and her two ample breasts being thrust into his face, her warm moist love canal wrapped around his hardened manhood. His crotch began to stir inside his ruffled pants. He could feel himself getting hard as he remembered their passionate lovemaking on the train. All his concerns began to slip away as they pulled up next to her apartment and Kelly shut off the motor and climbed out. “You coming up?” invited Kelly with her trademark smile. She nodded toward the front door, climbing the first two steps. Carl had slowly clambered out of the tiny car and collected his brief case, cautiously stepping up the stairs behind her. Kelly swung the heavy oak door open and flicked on a light. She shut the door as he stepped in the entrance and sat his briefcase next to Kelly’s.

He stood impassively his eyes focused on her, she cuddled up to him. He slowly wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders, her head pressed against his chest. “So what do we do now?” he posed in a hushed voice. 

“What do you mean, what do we do now? I imagine it was fairly obvious from our little rendezvous on the train,” she paused giving him time to reply, but nothing was forthcoming, “I want to make mad passionate love to you, all night long.”

Carl felt a twinge between his legs, his manhood beginning to swell and bulge against his pants. He kissed her softly but was caught unawares as she pushed her tongue forcibly past his lips and a heated kiss ensued. Her hands taking a firm grasp of his buttocks and gently kneading them, pushing his bulge hard up against her. 

Her fingers ran down his arms till they intertwined with his. She purposefully twisted her body around and took him by the hands across the dark hallway and into an open door. Carl could make out a bed and furniture in the dim night light which filtered through a sheer white curtain. 

Kelly turned and gave him a supple kiss, her warm loving lips were intoxicating, and her perfumed scent wafted into his nostrils, his desires began to run wild. Again her hands ran down his back and over his buttocks, her gentle stroke calming as they backed towards the edge of the double bed. 

“I hope you’re as hot as I am, because you are in for the night of your life,” she purred in his ear, her words poignant and commanding attention. He grunted a muffled yes in reply totally enraptured with the curvy goddess. “Let’s get those wrinkled clothes off you then.”

He took a deep breath as her hands slipped in under his suit jacket running up his chest and pushing it off his shoulders and on to the floor. She tugged away his limp tie and quickly pulled his collar open, watching him intently as she undid each button down his lean frame. 

She reached his waist and tugged the shirt free with a devilish look, then fumbled with his belt and fly. Within moments she was sinking to the floor with a firm hold on the waist of his pants and underwear. The cool air of the dark room greeted his warm excited cock. Kelly ground back up against his body and gently flicked his shaft in a playful manner as she sought another hot kiss. 

Carl deftly kicked his shoes and socks off, now totally naked and cuddling against the much shorter and fully clothed Kelly. 

“Come down here,” Kelly whispered, guiding him to a seat on the edge of the bed. He sunk into the soft mattress, watching what the gorgeous blonde was going to do next. She reached up pulled her hair free of its clips, her shoulder length golden hair falling down so she could run her fingers through it. 

“Do you have any requests?” 

Carl knew what she meant but was struggled to overcome his own self-awareness. He offered a meaningless grin but remained silent. He had already experienced Kelly once, but was she different in the privacy of her own room? Was she even wilder? The questions proved to be provocative. He could feel his cock slap up against his navel as he shuffled back on the bed.

“You like to watch, hey,” she purred in a low seductive tone. Kelly bent over as she slipped her jacket off, her heavy chest catching the dim light breaching the curtains and providing a tantalizing sight. She murmured as she opened her collar and slid her hand down her shirt and groped her own breast, breathing deeply as she did so.

Her fingers danced nimbly across her blouse throwing the buttons open and letting her ample cleavage hang free. She reached up and cupped the undersides of her breasts and gently jiggled them for his enjoyment. Carl was mesmerized by her soft form, her pale skin and her lustful eyes. 

The white ruffled blouse fell to the floor as she began to toy with the waist of her skirt. With an imperceptible flick her skirt fell open and she eased it gradually down her milky white thighs, before stepping out of the garment. Her heeled shoes slid from her feet. 

Kelly gazed into Carl’s eyes, her fingers twirling themselves playfully around the sides of her black lace panties. Just as it appeared that she would remove them, her fingers unraveled the lace and she again cupped her heavy tits. She naughtily pinched her hard nipples through the lace and plucked the material away from her body. 

“Take it off,” pleaded Carl awestruck at the sexy display. Her eyes darted to him but then drifted off again. She threw her head back and ran her open hands over the top of her chest. A delicate sigh breached her lips. She physically quivered as her fingers butted up against her sensitive buds yet again.

“You want to see my tits.” The words rolled off her tongue in the most seductive way. “How’s this?” 

She slipped the soft lace bra down and her two ample tits popped free of their sheath. He felt his crotch stir as her pink nipples invited his attention. Kelly took both nubs between her forefingers and tweaked them, pulling them away from her chest and lengthening them before allowing them to snap back. She whimpered as she did so.

Her hands cupped her milky white flesh and she lifted one of her heavy tits to her chin, her tongue darting across her pink areolas. A deep murmur carried through the room as Kelly pleasured herself, her sizeable melons glistening with her excess saliva. She finally reached around her back and let her bra drop away.

Carl groaned, tired of remaining inactive, his hand had crept across his own lap and taken a hold of his shaft, giving it a cursory rub every time Kelly did something. “You are so hot Kelly.” 

“Mmm, glad you think so, but I haven’t finished.” 

Kelly leaned over taking a grip on her panties. She wiggled her hips and little by little peeled her panties down her svelte thighs, the faintest hint of her curly pubic hairs spilling out from under their cover. She pouted sexily at Carl who had resumed playing with himself as he watched on.

The black lace panties fell to her ankles and she calmly stepped out of them, standing tall in front of Carl. Kelly brought her two of her fingers to her mouth and tenderly licked their tips, her tongue twirling around them. She soothingly ran the palm of her hand down between her breasts, over her soft stomach and across her mound, her fingers setting down at the top of her crease.

With moderate force she traced a path down the length of her slit, her folds spreading as her slick fingers slid further down. She shivered noticeably upon reaching the end of her sweet blossom, her fingers lingering on her perineum. 

Carl stared on adoringly as Kelly bent forward and rested her hands on the edge of the bed, her tits swaying as she pawed her way across the mattress towards Carl, like a cat stalking her prey. She arched her back and propelled her lips onto his, pushing him back onto the bed. Kelly’s curvaceous body hovered above him while she clamped her shins around his thigh. A wet touch greeting his sense as she sensually ground up against him.

“I know exactly what a guy like you wants,” she cooed, her voice soothing any inhibitions he may have had. “And I know that you want it.” 

Her supple fingers wrapped around his swollen member, her face retreated as she sauntered down his body. Carl grimaced as she tightened her grip on him and all of a sudden he was met with her warm wet lips. She applied surprising pressure as she sucked on his fleshy knob, her tongue flicking the eye of his cock, her hand rubbing the base in a circular motion.

“Oh God that’s it Kelly, oh.”

She looked up from his crotch, with an impish grin, “You like that huh. You’ll love what I’m going to do next.” With that she engulfed his cock and began to run her lips up and down its length, her vice like grip began to rub him fervently. 

Carl moaned out loud and swore as Kelly furiously worked him over, her luscious lips forming a tight seal around his girth. He could feel a warm glow spreading through his crotch, his breathing becoming shallow and quick. He grit his teeth as Kelly’s pace reached a crescendo, he could feel his inner desire peaking and his loins begin to surge.

“Shit Kelly, I’m going to cum, ahhh.” His words fell on deaf ears. Kelly determined to drive him into orgasm. Carl watched as she thrust her rear up into the air and began to lift herself off her knees, precariously balancing on the soft bed. 

Without warning Carl felt a strange sense of déjà vu, the suction on his manhood increasingly tenfold. His cock butted against her fleshy ring, before squeezing its way past. Kelly had positioned herself stooping over his lap and he gaped as her lips slid down his shaft and met her tight grip. She was taking him deep throat. 

Carl shook his head, in a bizarre state of ecstasy whilst also in state of confusion. Could this be one huge coincidence or did Katya exist? What the hell was happening? He snapped back to attention his body going into a massive spasm, his orgasm breaching his control and pulsating through his hardness.

The familiar contractions of ejaculation followed and he moaned out loud digging his hands into the bed spread and squeezing for all they were worth as he fired his first load deep down her throat. A second and third burst spurted out and he could feel Kelly ease the pressure on his prick, slowly but surely withdrawing. A faint hint of pearly white cum dribbled down the corner of her mouth as she released the last of his fleshy knob from her sexual hunger.

A devilish smirk spread across her face, she leaned back and swallowed with a loud gulp. Her eyes refocusing on Carl as he lay lifelessly before her, she crawled across his chest. “Couldn’t hold on any longer could you?” she paused raising her eyebrows suggestively, “just as long as you still have some left in the tank.”

Carl was about to protest, but Kelly clambered on top of him and gave him a long sultry kiss. He felt too weak to resist as she pinned has hands down beside him and pressed her round ass against his engorged cock. She reached down between their bodies and guided his prick to her wet folds, slipping him in. With a broken sigh she pushed back onto him and began to rock her pelvis. 

Still feeling fatigued Carl limply stroked Kelly’s thighs as she pleasured herself, her tits flopping rhythmically and providing a captivating prospect. With some renewed energy he ran his hand broadly over her excited breasts. She smiled as they wobbled from side to side and his fingers unintentionally caught her erect nipples. 

“Found some more steam have you?” Kelly pondered out loud. “If that’s the case you can finally return some of the favor.” Carl looked on stunned momentarily.

“Ummm, that’s enough of that, we’ve done this before,” she grinned. “It’s time for you to give it to me.”

She threw her leg over Carl’s navel and crouched down on her hands and knees beside him. Her eyes conveyed an inner wildness that he had not seen before. Carl leisurely rolled over on to his side, the cool air meeting with the slick skin of his cock. “What do you want me to do?” 

“Mmmm, take me from behind and give it to me,” she panted softly, bucking forward to emphasize the point. Carl clambered to his knees and shuffled to Kelly’s rear, her eyes following him as he did so, she peered over her should.

He took a hold of his sizeable cock and pressed his head against her puffy labia. He teased her opening by rubbing it up and down her slit. She murmured and then shuddered as he continued to stroke her without penetrating. The teasing was also reinvigorating Carl’s sexual appetite. A nervous twitch shot down his spine.

“You like that don’t you Kelly?”

“Mmmm yeah, that’s good.” 

Carl led his hot meat between her thighs and slid himself in with a firm shunt. Kelly welcomed him and thrust back against his groin pushing his entire extent deep inside her. A deep shiver ran across her body as Carl grabbed a hold of her hips and began to pound into her. 

Kelly began to reciprocate the motion by slamming back into him, she cried out for more every time he gave her a forceful shove. She swore repeatedly as he alternated the pace from fast to slow and then back again, his cock almost slipping out of her several times. 

“Ahhh, how’s that baby?” Carl grunted barely keeping himself under control, all his restraints gone. Kelly let out an incoherent answer which Carl took as being a positive.

He continued to pound up against her cushioned rear feeling every minute sensation she had to offer. He watched as her head bowed down and her chest expanded and contracted rapidly, she repositioned herself down on her forearms, lifting an arm and reaching around to her back. Carl gazed on as she balanced herself on one shoulder.

“What are you doing?” asked Carl struggling to catch his breath as he pumped steadily. Kelly didn’t reply her hand wandering across her hip and back in an erratic fashion. 

Kelly whimpered as he banged hard into her butt again, her hand dancing over the soft flesh before him. He leaned back and watched as her fingers began to rub furiously down the crevice between her cheeks. She seemed to pay extra attention to her puckered hole, mesmerizing Carl. 

Her fingers slid effortlessly over her moist skin, he could feel the tip of her fingers brush against his shaft as her rubbing became wilder. Her rose bud anus appeared to blush as her skin became more excited from the friction. She let out a soft moan as her index finger began to circle the perimeter of her ass.

A muffled cry of passion erupted from deep inside her body and radiated into the mattress as her middle finger breached her tight ring and plunged into her hole. Carl couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his thrusting slowing down as he took stock of what Kelly was doing to herself. 

With a momentary pause Kelly pushed the rest of her finger down into her aching anus, a wild slightly pained yelp rang out. He shunted hard up against her, her self pleasuring beginning to increase in rapidity. 





The Sex Express Ch. 03



“Ahhh God, Kelly what are you doing?” grimaced Carl feeling his entirety swallowed by her moist pussy. 

Kelly’s fingering caused her ass to squirm awkwardly, she swore madly as her digit disappeared again and again in between her milky white cheeks. 

“Fuck Carl,” panted Kelly trying to swivel her head as best she could to address him. “Finger my ass baby.” 

He watched as her finger gradually retracted itself from her red puckered hole, her sphincter seemed to quiver immediately after. Kelly pushed her body back off the bed and got on her hands and knees again. 

“Come on Carl,” she moaned.

Carl slowed his rhythm and stared at the wrinkled skin that surrounded her anus. He reached out tentatively and softly brushed it before pulling back immediately. Kelly whispered encouragement again. His finger returned for a second touch and he felt a compulsion to rub and tease the invigorated flesh. Kelly let out an exaggerated cry of ecstasy trying to push him on.

With a glance over her shoulder they locked eyes, her glassy look and pouting lips conveyed her inner lust for what he was about to do. He cautiously circled her bud, her cheeks jiggling back against his groin, a sense of adventure elevating his own sexual satisfaction. 

Her sphincter gripped around his finger as he probed her entrance, he eased further inside her, feeling his way into the moment. A tremendous suction greeted his finger as if her ass was going to swallow it. A sharp yelp and a thrust from her hips was all he needed to gauge her responsiveness. He worked his finger with a slow and purposeful speed. He thrust his cock back into Kelly in time, driving her wild with ecstasy.

“That’s good, oh Carl.”

“You like that don’t you?” Carl replied his confidence growing. Her energetic movements and passionate cries were having a positive effect on Carl’s own lust, he could feel himself beginning to peak. He grunted and shuddered, the erotic sensations of her wet pussy and tight ass leaving him close to climax.

“Don’t cum yet,” panted Kelly, looking back over her shoulder. “You’ve got one more thing to do, and I know you’re going to love it.” 

A devilish smile followed her words as Kelly leaned forward and let Carl slide out of her. Carl took a few deep breaths trying to compose himself for what was to come. Kelly pushed her soft rear back into his thighs and smeared it against him in a playfully manner. 

“I want you to stick that hard cock of yours into my ass.”

Carl stuttered as he tried to respond. That feeling of déjà vu returned and he was left pondering, was this all a coincidence? Did Katya exist and did he do what he thought he did on the train? 

“Ummm, I’ve never done this kind of thing before …”

“Oh sure you have,” purred Kelly. “Besides I’ve never done it before either, but it looks like fun.”

He didn’t know if Kelly was referring to Katya or not. Surely Katya was nothing more than a strange dream? Or was she?

“Come on Carl. Use that big hard cock on me.” A naughty demeanor came over her, her dirty talk was surprising, but also alluring. 

He grabbed a hold of his stiff wet manhood. Kelly remained steady, watching him approach. Her milky white buttocks spread apart showing her excited hole. He rubbed the head of his cock down her crease, over her slick skin, and then back up to her rose bud. She stirred in response but didn’t force herself onto him. 

“You sure about this?” Carl said in a hushed tone, leaning over her back. Kelly nodded her assent and Carl lifted himself back into position. He teased her hole lovingly with his knob, his hands parting her rear and easing her anus open. 

Carl slid his moist prick into her small opening, he paused as she whimpered, but then continued to introduce his manhood. Her ring spread further and further to encompass his girth. 

“Oh that’s it Carl.”

That same feeling of intense suction greeted his manhood as he pushed himself onto her. He could feel his body beginning to rebel, the intense sensations urging him into another orgasm. “God that is so tight.”

“Ewww, yeah Carl!” screamed Kelly. Carl almost collapsed on top of her. He could feel ever muscle in his body tightening his breathing becoming ragged and shallow. “Fuck me!”

Kelly was coming close to her own orgasm as Carl pulled his cock back, her tight ring almost refusing to release him. With a sudden jerk he forced himself back in. Kelly was almost in tears. She let her upper body fold back onto the bed, but pushed her pelvis into him one more time.

“I’m close Carl, I’m close, fuck me!”

Carl was almost there himself and began to thrust at a slow deliberate pace, his motion limited. He knew it was only a matter of time. A deep visceral grunt breached his lips, his ejaculate coursing through his crotch.

“I’m going to cum,” he announced in a pained voice.

“Shoot it over me.”

Without taking time to think Carl slid his manhood out of Kelly’s ass, she yelped as he broke free. He took a hold of his excited flesh and steadied himself. The first of his cum squirted from his cock. He watched it as it, as if in slow motion, landed on her shoulders. A sudden rush of lust met his senses and he felt the rest of his cum spurt free.

He grunted as his pearly white cum splashed across Kelly’s back. She seemed to encourage him by sliding further under him. His weary body shuddered as the last of the semen squeezed from his manhood. 

Carl rolled over on his side, totally spent from the long night of love making. He took time to recount what had happened. He finally had the gorgeous Kelly as his own. They had made mad passionate love on the train. Then Katya came along, or at least he thought Katya came along. He shrugged off the confusion, it didn’t matter any more.

…..

Kelly cuddled up to Carl under the sheets. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and nuzzled against his neck. A warmth spread over his naked body, he felt total content as she breathed gently down his body.

“Quite a night hey,” Kelly pondered. “To think that one man could handle so much in a single night.” Her tone was calm and measured. Carl’s senses immediately returned to him, was she implying that everything in his mind had happened? 

“What do you mean?” he asked, turning to face her. “What do you mean by handling so much?” 

Kelly just smiled and gave him a peck on the lips. “You know what I mean, you were there. Who would have believed something like that would have ever occurred?”