1 comments/ 26310 views/ 1 favorites Train Journey By: LuckOfTheDraw This work is copyrighted to the author LuckOfTheDraw in the year 2001. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. This story may not be posted to any site, free or otherwise, without the written permission of the author. Thank you for your consideration. Please email me at the address in my profile. ====================================== Train Journey - Part 1 and Part 2 To travel from Dusseldorf to Frankfurt, one very good way is the EuroCity(EC) train service that transits every two hours. From Dusseldorf you pass through Duisburg to Cologne, and then to Bonn, Koblenz and Mainz to Frankfurt. That afternoon, in early November, I was taking the EC leaving Dussledorf at 3.28 PM, passing through Bonn at 5.14 and reaching Frankfurt at 7.08 PM. I had come to Dusseldorf for a trade show, and as always happened to me at the railway station when I was on my own, I was starting to wonder if this would be my lucky day. I liked travelling by German trains for two reasons. One was of course the comfort, speed and the lack of crowds, and the second was my search for the "stranger on a train" fantasy. I had been unable to shake off this fantasy ever since I had read Erica Jong's "Fear of Flying". So, as usual, when the train arrived, I boarded the coach and started walking down the corridor searching for a compartment, which had a woman in it. It was fairly crowded that afternoon, and I had to cross two coaches before I found a compartment that had only one man and a woman in it. In a German coach, till very recently, there were six seats in every compartment, three facing each other. The compartment can be closed by a sliding door. The man and the woman were occupying the window seats, and I took the empty corridor seat opposite the woman. The curtain on the corridor window was open, and I could see the countryside going by in the reverse direction. The man was busy writing a report of some kind in a proforma. He was completely busy and did not look up. The woman took out a pack of cigarettes and lit up. I realized I had got into a smoking compartment by mistake (I stopped smoking years ago). She looked at me out of the corner of her eye with something a brief smile, then went back to a magazine she had in her hand. I studied her, first covertly, then quite openly. She had brown hair pulled back and held in a ruffle, spectacles, and was dressed in black stretch pants, very tight the way German women like to wear them, topped by a loose blue turtleneck sweater. It was pretty warm with the central heating, and I thought she must be uncomfortable in her sweater. The curve of her hip on the crossed leg looked slim and shapely, and I began to be glad that I had chosen this compartment. I stretched my legs out in front of me, and tried to relax. I'm fairly tall (6 ft) and I need leg space and a comfortable backrest. I looked around at the sides of the seat to find the backrest lever. I looked up and found her smiling at me. She said something in German. I speak a little German, but not enough. "I'm sorry,” I said in German."I speak only a little German. Do you speak English?" (my standard line!) "Yes" she said with a slight laugh."I was telling you that that the lever is under the seat" And so it was. I worked the lever and stretched out a little more comfortably. She was still smiling, and picked the packet of cigarettes up and offered it to me. "No thank you" I said."I don't smoke. Not any longer" She started to laugh. "But you have come into a smoking compartment" There was nothing to say except to brazen it out. "Yes.' I said. "I do that often" "And why?" she asked still smiling. "I like to meet interesting people when I travel. I find smokers to be much more interesting." "Why is that"she asked. "Because smokers are people who have let themselves try something new. Non-smokers know only how to follow other people's rules. I've been a smoker myself, remember." She laughed at that, a full-throated genuine laugh this time. It sounded good and very sexy as it died away slowly. "What do you do?" she asked. "I'm a software engineer." I replied. "From India. I'm here for a project. " "Will you be here long?" "It's a three month project." I replied."I've got another month to go." "And where do you live?" "In Frankfurt." I said."And you?" "In Hannover." she said, smiling. "And what work do you do?" "I'm a radio journalist."She replied. "Do you specialize in any particular field? You know, politics, sports and so on?" "Yes. In theatre. Experimental theatre is my specialty, to be precise. In fact, that's why I'm going to Frankfurt. There is a very original set of plays being put up over the weekend." "That sounds very interesting." I said."What kind of plays?" "They are completely silent. No speech at all. Everything is communicated through movements and gestures, non-verbal communication as it is called." "Really?" I said."Is that actually possible?" "You'd be surprised." she replied."I was also very skeptical earlier. But now, I have become an expert in non-verbal communication. In fact," she snapped her fingers."now I can tell immediately in most cases what the real communication is, behind the spoken words." Again, there was the slow smile. The silence hung in the air like an invisible thread. I looked at her and felt the slight tension start to build up between us. I realised the train had started to slow down. I looked out of the window and saw that we were in the outskirts of a city. Cologne, the next stop. The man in the corner, who till then had been silently writing his report, started to pack his papers up and put them into a small briefcase. The train slid into the station. The man in the corner stood up, collected his coat from the rack above him, and with a brief "Wiedersehn" was gone. I held my breath. Would we be lucky? People came into the coach and bustled down the corridor. A couple of them looked in, saw both of us and continued on their way. The train started again and moved slowly out of the darkness of the station gathering speed into the evening. The train conductor came in, saw that there was nobody new. pulled the door shut with a clang and moved on. I turned around and saw her looking straight at me. Her expression was unreadable. The tension between us was getting to be unbearable. I could feel the blood starting to pound through my body. My penis was now rock hard in my pants. Then she said. "The countryside is very lovely." I looked out of the window. And so it was. Flaming autumn colours in the evening sun. I looked back at her. Now was the time. "I don't like to watch the countryside going in the reverse direction." I said (my seat was facing the end of the train). "Can I sit next to you?" "Please." she said. I moved over and sat next to her. I could hardly breathe. I turned slowly and looked at her. Her lips were half parted. Then she slowly rested her cheek on my shoulder. I leaned towards her and kissed her. Our lips clung together and my tongue slowly moved into her mouth. Her tongue flicked against mine and then all at once her arms came up around my neck and held me fiercely. Her mouth opened and we were suddenly kissing as if it was the last kiss on earth. The ferocity of her response was unbelievable. I lost track of time as we kissed unendingly. I moved my hand tentatively up and gently brushed her breast. Her response was instantaneous. She arched her back up and her breast came naturally into my palm. I reached below and started to tug off her heavy sweater. For the first time since we started she broke the kiss, reached down and in a second the sweater was off. Below she was wearing a tight thin off white jersey knit to that came to her waist outside the stretch pants. I could now make out that her breasts were small but shapely, the way I like them. She came right back at me and again her tongue was in my mouth. I moved my hand to her waistband and then slowly up and her to her breast. She moaned deep in her throat even as she continued to kiss me. I had to see what her breasts were like, had to feel her nipples. I reached behind under her top with both my hands, easily unhooked her bra, and drew it out through one sleeve. She broke the kiss and smiled at me for a second as I did that. A cousin of mine had taught me to do some things rather well, but more on that some other time! Her breasts were now in my hands and I could feel her nipples. They were small and absolutely rock hard. God, she was on fire all right! I reached down and pushed her top to the top of her breasts. I could see them now and they were what I had dreamt of. Small but firm and upstanding, with pink nipples that were small and surprisingly long. I greedily bent down and one nipple came into my mouth. Now she was moaning uncontrollably as I tongued her nipples. I was gentle at first and then sucked them deep between my compressed lips before tongue lashing it. My hand had moved down wards of its own accord and was now between her things, stroking higher and higher till it reached the fork. She parted her legs and I could now lay my hand flat against the fork of her stretch pants. My center finger was rubbing right against her cunt and clitoris. Even through the pats I could feel the heat and the wetness. Then suddenly the train jerked a little and we both looked up. Through the window we could see houses and streets. We were already nearing Bonn. We'd been at it for twenty minutes and it had seemed like only two or three! She pulled her top down and straightened herself. Her hair was still in its ruffle and her spectacles were still on! We waited in Bonn station for the dream to end. We were lucky again. The train had started to move and we were still alone. I turned back to her and tried to kiss her again. "No'" she said. "The conductor will be coming by to check the tickets. After that." We were lucky again. It took only a minute for the train conductress - it was a she now - to come in. She saw us sitting next to each other and there was just the fractional lift of the eyebrow. She asked something of my companion and received a short and polite sounding reply. As she left she gave us both a long look. Her lips were half parted and her tongue briefly flickered at the edge of her mouth. This time the door shut slowly. I looked at my companion. "She knew." she said smiling. " maybe...." With that she leaned forward and kissed me again. Now there was no holding back. Koblenz was 45 minutes away and it was getting quite dark. She broke the kiss for a moment. "Close the door." she said. I got up and moved the latch to the locked position. When I turned back I saw that her spectacles were off and she had removed her ruffle. Her hair was falling softly to her shoulders now. In a second I was back next to her. She had pushed the seat rest between the two seats up and there was nothing between us now. My lips were at her nipples again and my hand between her thighs. But now her hand had also moved down and was stroking my engorged penis through my trousers. I moved back and unzipped my pants. My penis sprang free and strained towards the roof. There was no hesitation. She bent down immediately and her lips were at the head of my cock. She did it beautifully. First she licked the head in an experimental kind of way. Then she took the head slowly into her mouth only to release it again. She then tongued my cock all the way down to the base and up again. She licked the bottom of the head at its most sensitive spot slowly and forever it seemed. I was scared I would come then and there, the sensation was so exquisite. She seemed to sense it and moved back and took my cock completely in her mouth. Her head started to move up and down first slowly and then faster and faster. It was I who was groaning now, my hands in her hair. I was getting close to the edge and going out of control. I pulled at her hair and her mouth came off my cock. I pulled her up and I could taste my precum juices in her mouth. I started to unzip her pats. She seemed as though to resist for a second and then stopped. She had on black silk panties under her trousers. I rubbed my thumb against them and she gasped as I found her clitoris though the soaking silk. I wondered for a second what to do next. She solved my problem for me by pulling her pats and panties below her knees herself in one swift movement. "I have a condom in my bag." she whispered. She reached out took her bag off the small table rummaged in it and handed me the plastic packet. I tore the cover off and rolled it on. "This way." she said as she twisted round and brought her knees onto the seat. Her ass was in front of me now. I had been right, she was slim and very shapely. I felt one buttock and it was soft yet firm. trembling a little under my hand. I moved my hand down and my finger went easily into her cunt. It was tight and slick and incredibly hot. I slid my finger in and out. She was gasping now, moving her ass back each time. I took my finger out and moved it down until I had found her clitoris. She shuddered and put one hand to her mouth to stop the noise that was rising from her throat. "Fuck me. Fuck me please." she gasped between her teeth. I needed no second invitation. Her legs were together because of the pants which she still had on below her knees. I put one foot on the seat and left the other on the ground. My cock was less than an inch away from her cunt now. I couldn't control myself any longer. I lunged forward and my cock started to bury itself deep in her cunt. She was tight, damn tight because her legs were together, but she was smooth and slick as anything I had ever felt. And she was hot, it was like a furnace down there. I pushed forward as hard as I could and I could feel my balls tight against her ass now. I could hear her bite down into her hand to stop from screaming. I started to pump her and immediately discovered something wonderful. I needed to do very little, the rhythm of the train was doing it all for me. I was moving easily in and out of her cunt as her ass swayed back and forth with the train. It was fantastic; something I'd never experienced before. I leant forward and cupped both her breasts in my hands. Her nipples were rock hard against my palms. I squeezed her breasts roughly. My eyes were closed as I pumped my cock in and out, in and out. My breath was rasping raggedly now, and some strange animal like groans were coming from my throat. I moved faster and faster and her ass was bucking wildly now. I couldn't hold back any longer. My back arched and my cock slammed into her cunt as it got harder than I thought it could ever go. The orgasm was coming up from my balls and it felt like an ocean, a tidal wave. I thought I was going to die. The train screeched into a tunnel and we both screamed into our hands. My cock exploded and I could feel her body flail completely out of control. Her ass was slamming back against my balls in a way that I thought would crush them. It went on and on as though it would never stop and then, slowly, it started to subside. -------- We were walking down the Frankfurt platform hand in hand. We had stopped in Koblenz. Our clothes were back on and we had kissed softly and sweetly and gently. No one had come in, nor had the conductress disturbed us. I had held her close during the final twenty minute run from Koblenz to Frankfurt. My lips had brushed hers from time to time. She has run a finger slowly over my face as though she wanted to remember each and every feature. It was night by then and I could see her face momentarily as the lights from the smaller stations flashed by. If the world had ended then, it would have been Ok with me. Just before Frankfurt she spoke. "It was a wonderful dream.” she said softly and ever so gently. " But it will never happen again." I didn't say anything. The conductress had been waiting for us at the door of the coach. We had been the last to get out. "Wiedersehn" she said and then did something completely unexpected. She leaned forward and kissed my companion first full on the mouth and then me. We had been both too taken aback to even move. "Danke" said the conductress as she held the door open. We were outside the platform gate now. It was time to go. I drew her to me and we kissed. It was the sweetest gentlest slowest kiss I had ever experienced. I broke the kiss. "In your life, I wish everything that is best for you." I said."Only the best." "And you too." she whispered, her fingers stroking my cheek. I stepped back and our hands came apart. I looked at her for one last moment, then turned around and walked out to the road outside. Train Journey I waved farewell to my friends as I went back to my seat. It was pleasant surprise for me to find that, the seat opposite to me is occupied by a beautiful family. The thing that made the family beautiful was their only daughter, who occupied the seat in front of me by the window. I leaned my head on my side of window as I took a glance at the girl in front of me. She might be around the age of 20 with perfect curves all over her petite body. The chudhidhar she wore clutched her hips and breasts tightly exposing their shape perfectly. I ran my eyes on her face which was a little less cute than the rest of her. But When I moved it down her cheeks everything was perfect. Her neck was slender and soft with a drop of sweat flowing down. Her fingers with a red nail color wiped it off profusely. I moved my view lower to her round breasts, past her tummy with a few extra pounds and resting in between her creamy thighs. "I want this night to become much more interesting than it is now," I wished in my heart as I took my blanket out of my baggage. I made my bag as the pillow as I rested my head on it. I slept on the upper berth dreaming something nice about me and the unnamed girl. I woke up suddenly due to my kind of nightmarish dream. I checked my watch to find out that it is already half past 12 in the midnight. I got off my berth and lowered myself down. I was quite surprised to find the girl missing in her place. I walked towards the wash basin to clear up my drooling face. There she was standing looking out with the door open. Her long hair was fluttering in the wind blowing from outside. I walked over to the basin and washed my face. I wiped my face as I turned to face her. She saw me and gave out a friendly smile. I couldn't believe myself as I smiled back sheepishly. "Hi," she said. "Hi," I replied as I kept staring at her pretty face. "Do I look so ugly?" she giggled. "No, you just look really pretty and I couldn't take my eyes off your face." "Oh, really," she replied as I leaned back on the rocking carriage of the train. "You look handsome too." I smiled as I eyed her breasts heaving up and down as she breathed. The blowing wind swished her hair on to her face disturbingly. She tried to push it back again and again but in vain. We started talking as if we were childhood friends. She shared her experiences in life to which I listened patiently. Then she asked me about my life. "Had you ever loved someone?" She questioned me. "Nope, not yet." "How about you?" I questioned back to her. "Not yet," She replied. I was feeling some uneasiness in my pants as she kept smiling at me. Suddenly the door flung open, pushing her off it. She slipped and was about to fall off onto the floor, out of the train. As I realized the situation and responded quickly. I flung my arms around her hips, pulling her up into my tight embrace. She wrapped her arms tightly around me as her round breasts pressed themselves hard onto my chest. I felt my cock sprung up to life and hit her soft thighs. I am sure she felt it but she never loosened her grip. After sometime she slowly raised her eyes to meet mine, as she spoke up. "What's your name, honey?" She enquired. "A...Abu" I replied back stammering. "Abu, I like you ....not love but really like you" "You saved my life and apart from that I feel like spending this night with you" "In bed...." She finished. I was dumbstruck and thought it was all a dream. "If you don't want any longterm connection, I want to do it with you, abu. Just this one night," she said again. I realized it was not a dream after all and took her hands into mine. I walked with her to find an empty cube within the train. The train swayed as we walked causing her to fall onto me again which aroused me each time. I opened the door of one of the unoccupied cubicle and led her into it as I locked the door behind. She smiled as she eased herself up on the hard bed of the train. I grinned due to level of my joy and started removing my shirt. I soon made myself naked until my boxers and joined her in the bed which is as petite as her slender body. She wrapped her arms around me hugging me close to her warm skin. I kissed her cheeks as my hands peeled of her zip on the back of her tops. She moaned my name as my teeth took a tender bite on her collar bone. Soon my hands got successful in making her top nude and started exploring her curvaceous breasts under her white bra. I unsnapped her bra and removed the satin covering off her body. She closed her eyes and let me devour her naked beauty with my eyes. Her breasts were a perfect 32B which I came to know from her bra. It was perfect to be cupped inside my palm which I did next. Her nipples poked my palm as soon as I start caressing her breasts. She smiled with her eyes closed as I went down kissing her belly button. I removed the pants of her chudi, exposing her fair thighs slowly in a teasing manner. She wiggled her hips and raised it up to let me remove it with ease. Then She slid her panties off herself and my eyes gleamed as I saw her neatly trimmed pubic hair. I moved my fingers faster between her thighs, spreading it wide for my entry. She obliged willingly separating it for me. My fingers dug into her almost moist pussy as my lips moved up to her delicious tits. Her cute tits fit perfectly within my lips as I started sucking it, while my fingers fucked her like my hard cock. "ohh...yesss..abu," she moaned and writhed back and forth on the bed. "I can't hold much longer. Please enter me soon....abu," she told me as I was busy in eating her breast meal. I took my lips off her breasts which was now shining in the blue night lamp due to my saliva which was spread all over it. I lowered my jockeys down as she grabbed hold of my cock and kissed it hard with her glistening lips. Soon her head was bobbing up and down on my cock, matching with the rhythm of the train. I pushed her head off my cock, and made her lay back on the bed. She parted her thighs for me as I dug my tongue into her wet hole. She took hold of my head and bucked her hips to meet my tongue. I lapped up her wet juice as she moaned and writhed in the seat. Finally, I felt she is ready to be penetrated by my rigid, anxious manhood. I was too eager to penetrate her wet virgin pussy. I placed my cock in the entrance of her pussy and started pushed it in slowly.She smiled and her face showed a flinch of pain as my cock started penetrating her love hole. She bit her lower lip and wrapped her arms around my shoulders tightly. Her sharp nails made blood stains on my back as my cock moved deeper inside her. I held her ass in my hands for support and plunged my cock deeper into her waiting pussy. She screamed. "Ohhh...Abu," the noise was quite loud yet not much compared to the loud clattering of the train. I took hold of her face and kissed her lips. She was moaning and whimpering all the time as my cock slide in and out of her. I knew I was inside her and all of my hardness was plunged deep inside her wet virgin pussy. I started humping her in a rapid pace. Her tits juggled up and down in a pace that matched the speed of the train. I balanced one of my leg on the floor and raised her thighs up wide. She was enjoying each one of my thrust as much as I did. "Ohh..abu...I love your cock...its just quite big and fits my pussy perfectly" she blurted in between her panting breath. "You are really tight and wet, honey," I replied back. "I am cummmminggg....abu!" she spoke as our body jerked in unison. "I am gonna cum too, honey," I spoke as I ran my hands over her breast cupping it hard. "Oh..yess..." her shrill voice fainted as I hit myself onto something hard. I rubbed my forehead as I woke up realizing it was all just a dream. I pinched myself and thought sometimes dreams are better than reality. I moved my view to my side as I saw the girl missing from her bed. My heart jumped in joy. -I don't think this is a dream now- Train Journey It was a long train journey from London to Inverness but Lucy preferred it to flying. Flying was stressful, train journeys were restful. At least for her. It was also much more pleasant to take the late night trains. They were slower and took longer but were generally less crowded and those that were on the train tended to fall asleep so it was quiet and peaceful with only the clack of the rails and the darkness of the English and Scottish countryside to keep Lucy relaxed. She was able to arrive in Inverness relaxed and well rested rather than harrassed and with her luggage on its way to Amsterdam. It was a long way to go for a date and a lot of trouble and expense but that was what she was doing. Lucy had a friend called Malcolm, she'd known him for years and for years they had been what is termed 'fuck buddies'. Lucy didn't really like the term. She and Malcolm had just explored their sexuality together, tried new things and been on call for one another. It was an arrangement that had always worked well. Even now Lucy was in a relationship, she had always made time for Malcolm. Keith didn't mind, he knew Malcolm and, frankly, Lucy knew that Keith had his own 'fuck buddy'. She didn't mind that either, Kelly was a nice enough girl, if a little boring. And then Malcolm got a job in the north of Scotland. It was only temporary, nine months or so. But they had both been annoyed, particularly Malcolm since he was not in a relationship and so had nobody else to play with as Lucy did. When they'd both been living in London, assignations could be arranged by text message and half an hour later they could be at one another's houses or hotel or a pub toilet or wherever the mood took them, once even in a quiet corner of a tube station. But with Malcolm at the other end of the country, their dates had to be arranged at least a couple of days in advance. Malcolm had been close to bursting when he called Lucy during the week and begged her to come up for the weekend. He'd found a great club they could go to. Lucy told Keith that she was going up (he'd been okay with that because Kelly's husband was out of town too), booked a train ticket and here she was, with her naughtiest toys in a bag at her feet and a few changes of clothes in a bag in the luggage rail above her. Thinking about the weekend ahead was making Lucy twitch a little, she tried to take her mind of it by reading a book but since the book was an erotic fiction she was taking up for Malcolm it only made matters worse. She stared out of the window for a while, stared around the mostly empty carriage but couldn't get her mind off the romps she was travelling across the country for. Finally she stood up, faking a stretch, and glanced up the carriage. There were only a handful of other people in the carriage, only one of whom was awake, a chap behind her, across the aisle who was plugged into his laptop. Feeling deliciously naughty, Lucy sat back down, nonchalantly leaned down and felt around for a remote control love-egg she'd been planning to wear to meet Malcolm. She had a blanket over her knees already and a skirt on. It was the work of a moment to discreetly slip her knickers off and into the bag. She felt between her legs to find that she was already wet and ready and the egg slid in easily. She put in her i-pod headphones and took out the remote for the love-egg. Hopefully if anyone walked past her they'd think she was listening to music and the remote was her Mp3 player. Postponing the moment she was gagging for as long as she could stand it, she switched on the egg to it's lowest setting. It began to buzz inside her and she smiled happily and squirmed down into her seat to enjoy this very public orgasm. Bit by bit she dialled the vibrations up, closing her eyes when the warm waves began to travel to her fingers and toes. Her clitoris was aching to be stroked so she slid her free hand under the blanket. Before she began to stroke herself she opened her eyes to check nobody was watching her and was shocked to discover that the man with the laptop was no longer with his laptop but was sitting beside her, watching her closely. She gasped but he shook his head sharply and put his finger to his lips. "Don't wake everybody in the carriage." He whispered, just beside her ear, "You might be angry with me but how will you explain the fact that you're making yourself cum on a public train?" Lucy couldn't dispute the logic of that and she really did need to cum. The man smiled, "My name's Liam and I understand that sometimes you just have to but may I watch?" Lucy smiled back and nodded. He was not a good looking man, but not ugly. A typical computer nerd, Lucy would have said. But she liked to be watched and he was the only one willing to. "Your name?" "Lucy." She whispered. "Good girl, Lucy, now cum for me." Lucy closed her eyes again, the egg was vibrating against the walls of her vagina and she was very close. She still wanted to touch herself but was embarrased with her new friend, Liam, watching her. He must have realised because she felt his hand slide under the blanket, take hers and guide it to her pussy. Feverishly, she slid her fingers down to her clit and rubbed it vigorously, while his hands still rested over hers. The orgasm crashed wildly through her but she stayed silent and tried to remain motionless. She and Malcolm had often fucked in public and had both perfected the art of cumming in silence. Infact, sometimes she found it more powerful to control herself. She opened her eyes to see Liam licking her cum off his fingers. As she withdrew her hand from her thighs, he took it and placed it over the bulge in his trousers. "Trouble is," He said, "Now I want a turn." "I have a cock ring." She whispered back. "No, no." He hissed, "I want to be in you." Lucy blushed but squeezed the bulge in his pants as a reply, "Take that out of your cunt and meet me in the toilet." And with that he stood and walked towards the toilet. Lucy watched him go then slid the egg out of her soaking pussy and returned it to its carrying case, she'd wash it later. She slipped a condom into her top pocket, adjusted her skirts and followed Liam. She'd barely opened the door when Liam dragged her inside by the wrist, locked the door and knelt in front of her. He lifted her skirt and clamped his mouth around her pussy, sucking and licking at her. Lucy leaned back against the door and enjoyed the experience of a man who knew how to tongue fuck. His tongue flicked out at her clit every so often and then plunged into her. Very soon she was almost ready to cum again but Liam stopped. "Not yet." He warned in a low voice, "My turn, remember?" He sat up on the toilet seat, unzipped his trousers and pants and dropped them to his ankles, "Suck my cock." He demanded. Lucy loved being told what to do, she enjoyed pretty much any kind of sex. So, obediently she got down her knees and took Liam's penis into her mouth, licking at the tip and slowly working her way down, cupping and squeezing his balls with the other hand. He was not as long as Malcolm or Keith but he was broader than both and was going to stretch out her little pussy. The thought of it made her even wetter, and her own juices were already dribbling down her legs. She sucked at his cock, swirling her tongue around it as he groaned quietly, his hands on the back of her head. It was growing even more in her mouth and Liam was beginning to buck his hips, fucking her face as he murmured how dirty she was, how much of a nympho. She completely agreed and almost came herself when he dragged her head backwards and came all over her face. He watched her wipe the cum from her eyes and, teasingly she opened her shirt, and rubbed some of it over her tits. She never wore a bra when she went to meet Malcolm, he didn't like them. So as soon as she opened her shirt, her full breasts were on display, the nipples erect. Liam groaned again and leaned forward to cup them. "God, you are dirty." He whispered, as he squeezed her. "I'm travelling all the way across the country," She said, in a low voice, "to meet a friend of mine with the sole purpose of fucking his brains out." "He's a lucky man." Liam said, engrossed in twisting her nipples, sending shots of electricity through her. "And I'm a lucky woman." Lucy agreed, "He's got stamina and pace and he fucks like a docker, my poor pussy will ache after this weekend." She glanced down, "I see you've got a good recovery rate too." Liam's cock was already standing to attention again, "Want another turn?" She stood up, shuffled forward and lowered herself onto his lap, she reached into her pocket and took out the condom. "You're really going to let me fuck you?" He asked, "I mean, I know I suggested it but I thought I'd be lucky to get a blow job." Lucy pushed the condom down onto his penis. "If you don't want me to, I'll go." She said, "But I'd like this cock in me, please." Liam nodded and Lucy raised herself up slightly and with one hand guided the head of his penis into her hole. As she had thought he was wider than either of her men and the feeling as this broad shaft penetrated her was delicious. She could feel the walls of her vagina swallowing him up. She groaned, trying to remember to be quiet as she slid down all the way to his balls. She began to move up and down but knew that this massive wide prick was going to make her cum quickly. She began to bounce faster and faster, her tits bouncing in front of Liam's face as he tried to catch her nipples with his teeth. A wild orgasm flooded through her and she pushed herself as hard as she could on to him, gasping silently. He raised her up by her hips. "I'm not done yet, little whore." He whispered. He stood up, squeezing past her in the tiny space and bent her over the toilet, lifting her skirt up he ran his hand over her arse, squeezing so hard that his fingernails left impressions. Lucy shuddered with pleasure. He leaned over her, sliding his fingers over her wet slit. "You're a quiet fuck." He whispered to her, "Which is good here, but I want you to tell me what you want otherwise you won't get it." Lucy whimpered as he pushed two fingers up into her cunt, "Tell me." "I want you to fuck me." She replied, promptly. "Good girl." He whispered back. He stood up and moved the head of his penis to her fanny, stroking it up and down, "Tell me again." He whispered. "Fuck me." She whispered again. He pulled the stiff head of his penis over her clit which sang with pleasure. "Tell me again." "Please, Liam, fuck me, please, fuck me!" Lucy whispered, her arse stretching towards him. "I like to hear a woman beg for it." Liam replied, approvingly, and in one swift movement slammed into her. He grabbed her hips to steady himself, once again leaving fingernail marks in her skin and thrust in again. He was big and wide and had power. His thrusts were stretching Lucy's ability to keep quiet and she was whimpering with pleasure. He too was grunting as he fucked her hard. Letting go of her hips with one hand, he grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her head backwards. Lucy was going to cum again, her hips were bucking back against Liam's as he slammed into her, his balls smacking against her thighs. Liam thrust in one last time as he came and with that one final violent thrust Lucy came too. They stood together catching their breath for a moment, until both thought they could stand without falling over. Liam stood up first, pulling out of her and getting dressed properly again. Lucy followed suit and turned to face him, suddenly embarrased again. Liam grinned. "I come back to London on Sunday night." He said, "Maybe I'll see you again?" Lucy grinned back. "Maybe." She replied. Train Journey Train I was stood in a queue waiting to buy my train ticket at the station; I was going to see a friend down in London. I was glad that the train would be on time this times, the last time I went, it was late. Looking around to see how many people were in front of me, I noticed the guy in front. I sighed softly as I waited my turn glancing up and down his back from his shoulders to his ass as he stepped up to the window I couldn't help but keep my eyes on his ass, it was that kind of ass that you could just pinch or swat it was so round and full, his jeans tight over his cheeks to just made it even more swat able. I heard him ask for a first class single to London, watched him pay the clerk, take his ticket and turn and headed towards the platform where he disappeared into the crowd. There was one more person in front of me before I could get my own ticket. I couldn't help but think about the guy with the pinch able ass when I heard the clerk behind counter give a slight little cough trying to get my attention to let me know that it was my turn to get my ticket. I know I shouldn't have done it but thought what the hell and brought a single first class single to. I turned and headed to the same platform he was stood at. Looking down at my blue and white checked shirt, tight white t-shirt beneath it, breasts pushing up against it, and my navy blue short skirt, feeling it against my thighs as my hips swayed with each step I took. Walking out onto the platform, I noticed the guy from the queue just to the side of me, he was probably about ten paces away from me as I looked both ways down the track, glancing at him as I flashed him a smile, he saw me looking as he smiled broadly at me. Turning I noticed a bench and went to take a seat on the bench behind me. I felt his eyes on me, my skirt swirling up a little in the slight breeze, threatening to show off more than intended to as I sat down on the bench and crossed my tanned legs letting my elbow rest on my knee with my chin in my palm looking around as I tapped my foot. Even though I was looking down the tracks for the train I'd catch him as he took fleeting glances as often as he dared, I'd see him catching fleeting glances now and again. Once I smiled and winked at him playfully and mischievously. He snapped his back to face front a slight blush seeping up into his cheeks as I chuckled lightly watching him. I leaned back on the bench twisting and tilting my head a little checking out his ass, how round and full it was, encased beneath his jean, sighing softly as I thought about it. Then the train came down the tracks bringing me back to the present. Watching him pick his case up turning my eyes to the train as it pulled to a stop. I stood up and slung my bag over my shoulder as I walked towards one of the carriages. As I stepped onto the train, my short little skirt swaying letting my hips swayed from side to side stepping onto the train, I looked down the carriage he was at the other end. Which kind of pleased me. I placed my case onto the rack above, my skirt rose a little as I struggled with it. I managed to get it up there, feeling his eyes upon me as my skirt rode a little higher up my thighs. I walked down the aisle finding my seat, sliding into it, pulling my skirt down a little. I sat staring out the window at the other passengers waiting for their own trains, my elbow resting not he arm of the seat and my chin in my palm. I was at one end of the carriage as he was at the other end. There were very few people in the same first class carriage as us. I quickly stole a glance down the aisle, and from the corner of my eye watched him stash his case in the rack. Then he turned and walked in my direction, I bit my lower lip as he casually took the seat opposite me. Though I tried to pretend not to notice him, he seemed a little more than happy with himself. I stole another glance at him as he grinned catching me, I sat back in my seat, crossing my arms, letting them show off my breasts, my tanned legs crossing the other way as my skirt rode up teasingly. He tried to subtly adjust his trousers and then held out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Iain. I guess we're going to be neighbours for the next few hours." I smiled as I looked at him took his hand, and said, "I'm Mel, short for Melissa, yeah I guess it seems to be that way, How far are you going?" He smiled mischievously as he replied, "All the way." I couldn't let him get away with that and whispered. "Oh really, I'm going all the way too." I grinned slightly watching him shift a little. He smiled. "I'm very glad to hear that," he said. And that was the beginning. We struck up a conversation as the train began to pull away from the station. Bright sunshine beaming through the windows as the train rode down the tracks. "Why would you be so glad to hear that?" I asked as softly as I could. "I always enjoy the company of gorgeous ladies when travelling." "Do you make this journey often then?" I was genuinely curious. "A couple of times a week, work has me down here fairly often." The wet tip of my tongue ran over my lips. "That's nice," I said, "I take this train almost every week." A low moan escaped Iain's lips as he asked, "What brings you to London my dear?" I smiled. "Oh, just visiting a friend. We're almost like sisters, very close, sometimes she comes to me but it's my turn to go to her." He smiled again, that smile. I couldn't keep my eyes off that smile, it was so captivation. "is she as beautiful as you?" he had wonder behind his emerald green eyes. "Of course she is! Why wouldn't she be?" I know I shouldn't have said that, but it just came out. I felt his eyes on me. It seemed he was mentally undressing me. I shifted a little in my seat, adjusting my skirt, tanned legs uncrossing letting my thighs part slightly as I crossed my feet. I watched his gaze trail from my eyes, down over my breasts to my skirt. He was unable to move them away, he was transfixed. He held his gaze a little longer than he should have. "Getting a bit warm in here." I muttered, and unfastened the knot in my blouse. I pulled it off as I leaned slightly forward, a faint impression of my bra just showing through my t-shirt. As I dropped my shirt onto the seat next to me, I heard him gasp "oh wow." I smiled and looked at him. My half-lace, half-cup bra showed through my t-shirt, it was the kind of response I was looking for. As I leaned back against the seat, my foot touched his by accident. "Oh I'm so sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to do that." He smiled back, "I don't mind at all, my dear." His foot rubbed against the back of my leg in response. "Well that's good," I replied. I couldn't think of anything else to say. Fortunately, the refreshments trolley began to make its way down the carriage, which broke the awkwardness. "Can I buy you a drink Melissa?" My eyes turning back to him, "Oh umm a coke would be nice thank you Iain." He stood up to catch the attention of the attendant, which gave me another chance to check out his ass. But this time I also noted how his trousers had become a little tighter across his crotch area as well, showing off a little more than perhaps necessary. He ordered two cokes and paid the attendant. I turned my head and looked out the window, watching the countryside pass by, slyly looking at him in his reflection. My eyes once again trail down to his crotch, slightly bulging. He caught me looking and, smiling knowingly setting the can down in front of me, asking teasingly, "see something you like?" I bent my head forward, letting my hair slightly fall around my cheeks, hiding a blush, looking down at the can of coke in front of me. "Umm, yeah I do." I couldn't believe I'd said that. I'd never done anything like that in my life. He grinned at me, pressing his advantage, and in a whisper said, "tell me what you saw?" I couldn't think of anything to say, I tried to come up with something intelligent as I continued to gaze at the coke. I could feel the blush getting deeper. "Well, umm I think you know what I saw," I finally managed. It wasn't very creative but it was all I could come with. He swapped seats, taking the one next to me. He took my hand in his and placed it gently at the top of his knee. I bit my lower lip thinking to myself, "my god, what have I done?" I watched him carefully. He murmured softly at my touch and slipped his hand onto mine, giving it a slight gentle squeeze. I turned to face in my seat a little, letting my fingers lightly stroke against his trousers. My skirt rose a little more as I moved, showing off yet a little more thigh, to him. I sighed without thinking, softly as he squeezed mine. I raised my eyes to meet his. "Mm Mel that feels good" he murmured softly. I softly let my hand move higher up his thigh, almost imperceptibly inwards. I couldn't help but smile at him and letting my head nod a little, by a way of answering. His eyes went wider when he noticed that my skirt had ridden farther up my legs. I watched him smile with approval and let my little finger stroke softly against his crotch listening to him. He whispered, "Oh yes Mel, mom, I love your hand feels on me." I watched his face as he closed his eyes, and I let him savour the touch of my hand. His fingertips began to slowly stroke up and down my thigh. His hand kept moving higher and higher. I slid my hand more towards his crotch, deliciously slowly, finally letting my palm softly cup against it. I shuffled my ass a little closer to him. I heard him whisper, trying to stifle a moan. "Oh jesus, yes," he said. I didn't want to get caught by any of the other passengers'. I leaned my head in towards his, whispering softly "mm Iain, I think you've done this before?" He only moaned again. Again I looked around the carriage, hoping that no one heard him. The attendant was nowhere to be seen, and the other passengers were few, and they were far enough away. He smiled, then said, "you mean having sex with a stranger on a train?" My thighs parted a little more as I softly whispered." Yes." He shook his head. "No, never, I'm normally very shy." I couldn't help but smile at him. "Guess what?" I said, "neither have I." As I leaned my head closer to him, his hand instinctively moved between my lets. I felt his fingertips on my panties, felt them wriggle playfully against them. "You seem to know what you're doing," I purred softly, at his touch. My thighs automatically parted a little more. My head rocked to the side slightly. "You think so?" he answered. "Mmmm, yes, baby, very experienced. I would have guessed you'd had your way with plenty of strange ladies on trains," I said, as my hand softly stroked at his crotch, daringly tracing the outline of his stem. "Mm, then you're wrong," he replied. "I may have had sex before, even with a ladies I'd just met, but never on a train. This would be a first for me, on a train with a total stranger, someone I've only just met." He grinned, his face set, his hand pushed its way up my thigh. His fingertips purposefully worked into my panties. I started with surprise. But I couldn't stop him; it simply felt too good. He brushed his fingertips over my bare pussy lips. It happened so fast, I gasped softly, biting my bottom lip, and my hips shifted a little. I figured two could play at the game, and my fingers began fiddling with his zip. He was slightly ahead of my though, and I felt his fingers part my pussy lips. It felt like heaven. Soon enough a finger slipped up inside of me. I was already wet from thinking about his ass. I pulled down his zip slowly and softly. My fingers explored inside. "Oh my, Iain," I playfully purred, "my, but you're so hard. I'm impressed." I was trying to sound like a woman of the world. He smiled and said, "I couldn't help it, baby. I got hard the minute I saw you on the station." I was a little more comfortable now, "Oh really? Guess you didn't catch me checking out that cute ass of yours." He laughed. "No, I missed that, was too busy wondering how I was going to get into your knickers." I couldn't believe what he was saying. He went on, more breathily, "And now you're here, and you're so wet Mel." He winked at me and continued, "I bet my cock would slip inside you so easy." "Oh yes, I am wet, baby, and it's your fault too." I teased. "Well, what can I say, you did well." He smiled as he pressed his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. I was helpless in his embrace, "You're right baby, your hard cock would slip in very easily." "Mmmm, why don't we see just how easily?" he whispered softly. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. He reached over me and pulled the shade down. Shielding us from other stations, where the train pulled in. "Here? Now? You mean?" I asked as my fingers slipped into him more, pressing against his cock, which was getting hard and had started to throb. "Mm yes, baby. Unless you have a better idea?" I looked around the carriage at the other passengers at the other end of it, then back at him "Think we could get away with it?" I asked my eyes fixed on his. "We'll only know if we try" he said. I didn't have a better idea. "I guess," I finally managed, "but would you be able to control your moans and groans?" I laughed. He looked at me lustfully, completely serious, filled with purpose. "I'll just have to." I couldn't believe any more of this. It seemed crazy. But there I was, at the far end of a semi deserted train carriage, by myself with a man I'd never met before, pressing my lips to his as I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his tight boxers down. I freed his cock for him. It almost leapt out at me, long and thick. I felt his hair as I hungrily explored his cock with my fingers. I cradled his balls. My fingers curling around them giving them a gentle squeeze. I lowered my head down to his cock, and I licked the tip of it. He was going crazy. He was cut delightfully, like a succulent mushroom of a shield that was going to be mine. His cock smelt of musky cologne. It tasted of flesh and salt. I salivated as I went down on him, sucking that heavenly cock. He writhed beneath me. I tasted a little precum and knew he was ready for my pussy. I sat up, my mouth dripping, and kissed him deeply with his own juices... my hand moving to his hard cock. He devoured my mouth, and worked my pussy with his hand, he fingered me powerfully, rubbing my clit expertly. In my own bed, things took time... but here, danger all around, I came easily, on his hand, moaning softly. I needed to release him. He was in ecstasy. His enormous cock was uncovered, yearning, straining, in such terrible need. I had to help it. I straddled his lap facing him. I felt his hands rest on my hips and let him enjoy the feel of me on his lap, pressing against his throbbing stem. I slowly lowered myself down on it, taking him in inch by precious inch. He could only moan lightly and keep whispering "Oh yes." I didn't believe it was possible, considering his girth, but I took in all of his cock, burying him deeply, feeling his pubic hair move with mine. I kissed him to stop him from moaning too loud. His hands ran all over my body, finding my breasts and fondling my erect nipples expertly through my shirt, kissing me back passionately as his hips bucked up from his seat ramming his dick deep into me. I was moaning too, I couldn't help it, as I moved against him. I kissed him even more deeply in my heat, my hips rocking back and forth on his lap, my fingers wrapped around his neck. His hard cock was pushing powerfully inside me, his hands guiding my hips over his cock. I had to break the kiss to bite my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming. I bounced up and down, riding his pulsating cock. His hands returned to my magnificent breasts, and again his fingers squeezed my nipples, harder this time. My voice was a low murmur. "Mmmm baby you feel so good" my head came forward, looking into his emerald eyes, feeling his cock so big and hard, and deeply buried inside of me, dripping my wetness, my hips circling softly, stirring his cock within me. Both our climaxes were building together. I rode him as the train glided down the tracks. His hands squeezed my breasts ever harder, his fingers dug in, my hips were grinding back and forth above him. I felt him rise and fall from his seat, pushing his hard, throbbing cock up into me. His breathing quickened as did mine. I was in control, he was all mine, I'd make him wait to orgasm when I was ready. He could do nothing but pump. I was using him. He was nothing but a great cock, there for my pleasure. I leaned my head in towards his, coyishly, and whispered softly in his ear, "Are you ready to explode, baby? I'm on the edge and want to feel you cum with me." All he could do was nod his head weakly. He served me and my needs. I brought my face back to his, looking into his eyes, knowing how close we both were to paradise. I watched his face contort as he struggled to contain a moan. I pressed my lips to his, stifling it inside me. It was time. I slammed down on his cock as hard as I could, grinding into him, my hands around his neck. I felt him cum inside me, splattering his semen against my sweet walls, as I powered down onto him in ecstasy. He arched his back, pushing for all the depth he could get, and we came as one. Oh god... it was the best I'd had in ages. It was unbelievable. There was no concern, no emotional intimacy, no dealing with history. It was just animal sex, raw and passionate. When it was over, I rested on his lap, relaxing, and only then thought to turn my head to look at the other passengers. His gaze followed mine. That were few and far from us. None of them had the slightest idea of what had just taken place between us, nor were they concerned. They were busy doing their own things. I slid off his lap, felt him slip out of me. I pulled up his boxers and refastened his trousers. I adjusted my panties, slipped from his lap and back into my seat pulling my little skirt down and crossing my tanned legs. I stood up and went to the bathroom. Once inside I took off my panties and washed them. I mopped up my pussy and thighs. My panties were cold when I put them back on, but it felt good against my hot lips. I slipped back into my seat. Iain was gone. He returned from the men's room. I opened the can of Iain had purchased earlier. "Mm baby that was such a rush" he said, turning his head towards me. I smiled back at him as I took a sip of coke from the can. The train had pulled into Euston Station. "It certainly was baby," I said, "thank you for the company. It was umm... a pleasure." He stood up and walked down the aisle to retrieve his case. When he returned he looked at me with that sweet smile of his and said, "No, no, the pleasure was all mine baby." He helped me with my bag, and then we parted. We looked at each other down the aisle, both smiling and winking. We had our secret. We exited the train, he going one way and I went the other. I had no way of knowing whether we'd meet up again. But who can predict the future? Train Journey She sat on the train headed home and her heart was racing, beating quicker than normal and she could feel it pumping within her rib cage. Her mind was awash with thoughts of passionate sex and her face felt flushed. Was she feeling embarrassed? Could everybody read her mind? Could they see the wet patch that she could feel forming between her thighs? She hadn't seen him in years and their brief meeting had ignited a sexual tension. The "flames" were almost visible. Was she feeling them alone? Her face may have been looking out of the train window but her mind was lost to the present. She was in a far away land of only 2 people, meeting, lips tearing in to each other, arms attacking each other's clothes trying to release the hidden pleasures that lay within ... The train jolting to a stop slowly brought her to her senses. Her legs felt weak and she struggled to stand. But she managed to walk to her car for the drive home - she was thankful for quiet late afternoon roads as her mind could not get rid of the images of her straddling this man, his face smiling at her, his hands reaching for her tits as she ground her hips on to his outstretched cock. Getting home should have been a relief and a jolt back to her senses ... But she could not remove these images - so vivid, so powerful, so real. The excitement had meant that her heart had been racing for about an hour and her breathing was getting quite short. She let herself in to the house, dropped everything just inside the door and raced upstairs to her bedroom where she closed the curtains. She slipped off her grey suit jacket and slowly, oh so slowly, began to unbutton the buttons of her lilac blouse. As each button was released she imagined that it was his hands slowly peeling the clothes from her body ... With all the buttons undone she let her hands wander across the cups of her 36C bra, her nipples reacting through the fabric as she imagined his touch ... She eased the blouse out of the waistband of her trousers and let her hands run across her hips ... Desperately, she released her trousers and practically jumped out of them - instinctively, her hand swept across her inner thigh and pressed on the moistness of her crotch. The pressure sent tingles through her body. Off came the blouse and she was stood naked, except for a smooth white bra and a black thong, her dark skin glowing from the passion burning inside. She closed her eyes and imagined his hands exploring the outside of her body, imagining him stood behind her and feeling his gentle kisses on her shoulders and neck as his hands caressed each firm tit, the palm resting above the nipple and feeling it rise to the touch. Her own hands moved as if imitating his movements, a left hand reaching inside the right cup of the bra and her right hand sliding down the inside of her thong. The juices were flowing. She felt so hot and wet. She parted her fanny lips just enough to let her finger feel her dampness ... She started talking to him, unaware that there was nobody around. She could see him so clearly, feel him, smell him, etc. She reached behind and unhooked the bra and then removed the thong. Naked. At last. She lay on the bed. Her chest was heaving. She could see him stood at the end of the bed, naked. A huge smile on his face highlighted his white teeth, she admired his shoulders and did not allow his poorly defined pecs to detract from the view. She smiled back - but to no one. She lowered her gaze and enjoyed his trim, firm stomach - a six pack trying to get out from behind a slight layer of fat - and then her eyes caught sight of his trouser snake. She imagined that it must be 7+ inches, quite thick and pointing almost vertically. The massive purple head was dark and throbbing. She shivered as she watched him run his hands up and down its length - dragging back the foreskin, sliding his hands around his balls, etc. Oh boy, was she getting excited. She spoke to him - although he wasn't there - encouraging him to play with himself. She wanted to roll forward and take his weapon in her mouth, to feel it tickling the back of her throat whilst her hands caressed his balls and stroked the sensitive skin beneath them ... She could hear him talking to her: • Explaining how he wanted to see her fondle her tits, slowly cupping each one, gently squeezing them together, then stroking them softly before circling each nipple with a finger As each nipple responded she squeezed it between thumb and forefinger. For several minutes she just played with her tits, feeling them getting firmer to her touch, and she thought she was in a whirlpool of pleasure. • She could feel herself dribbling and was pleading with him to let her fingers enter her sopping love tunnel. • He suggested that she allow one hand to stroke her inner thigh. She obeyed. • He then asked her if she wanted to feed a finger, gently, in to her pussy. She answered with actions not words. • Do you want to flare open your lips to show me how desperate you are? Oh yes, she screamed to no-one, pulling apart her lips with one hand and feeding couple of fingers in with the other. In and out she moved them, expertly, relaxing to allow her fingers to probe deep and squeezing them tight as she pulled them away, imagining that it was his cock pummelling in and out of her ... • She was on fire. Gasping for breath. Where's that G-spot she wondered? • Quickly, she grabbed her one tit and licked her fingers clean. • She wanted more. She needed more. How much longer could she bear this pleasure / pain? • Show me your clit, he whispered. She shuffled towards his image at the end of the bed, opened her legs wide and exposed her swollen love button. • He encouraged her to let go. To go for it. To pleasure herself. Let me see your body quiver as you cum, he suggested. • Briefly, she saw him standing at the end of the bed watching her. Smiling. Still playing with his cock. Stroking its full length. Squeezing his pre-cum fluid from the tip. • She could not hold out any longer. She was out of control. • Fingers probed in and out of her soaking pussy. At the same time her other hand was playing with her clit, circling it, rubbing it, teasing it, ... Her nipples were aching with the pleasure ... • She began to feel a rumble in the pit of her stomach and it grew like a snowball racing down a mountain ... Charging. Rampaging. "I am Cumming" she screamed as she exploded in to an orgasm the likes of which she had never previously experienced. It was almost spiritual. Unreal. The juices continued to flow. Her body continued to quiver. • She carried on teasing her clit. Rubbing it brought the greatest pleasure. She slowed down but the feelings did not subside - she sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her clit, and in her mind her spare hand was playing with his cock and balls. She even had her hand out to the side playing with fresh air. Stroking fresh air. Coupling his non-existent plums. She felt his ball sack tighten as his orgasm took hold, and she imagined his cum landing on her tits. Her one hand rubbed his non-existent seed as the other teased her to a second, deeper, more powerful orgasm. Wasted. Satisfied. She opened her eyes and his image flickered, smiled, his cock began to go limp and then he was gone. But she had felt him. She needed him. She'd have him again.