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Strangers On A Train

By: Gabriel_Lee



He: 48. Pin-striped suit, blue patterned tie over a light blue shirt. Clean shaven, light brown hair. Quite good looking. Leather document wallet. Business man. Family man. He has a daily paper, carried like a sword, used like a shield, an excuse to not have to make eye-contact.

She: 19. White embroidered blouse under a thin fawn jacket. Light blue pleated skirt, maybe once intended for school wear, but too short now. Or maybe not too short, if you like that kind of thing. Her legs are gorgeous, long and graceful and, no doubt the reason that she wears such a brief skirt. The shortness of the skirt and the way she is sitting makes the panties important: white cotton, short lace frill at the edges and decorated with a small powder blue flower print. Fair brown hair, almost blonde.

Late night. On a train somewhere between the suburbs where the houses are closely huddled and the outer suburbs where the richer people live in the space and manner they can afford. Not many people come this far this late. When the carriage had left the city, there had been more people, but now many had disembarked to their suburban dwellings. The coach was almost empty and they were left at one end sitting facing each other. Facing is not quite the word: he is looking at his paper folded before him. It is a simple ruse; by glancing up imperceptibly, he can appreciate the young woman's thighs and follow the exposed light pink flesh up the inside of her leg to where it disappears tantalisingly behind the lace frill of her panties. She looks out of the window, seemingly oblivious to the display she makes. It is dark outside and little to see but the streetlights and the dark shapes of trees and houses. But the movement of the shadows holds some interest and she likes to think of the many things that may lie concealed there, right in front of her eyes and yet hidden where she cannot see them.

She looks away and focuses inside the carriage once more and catches an almost imperceptible movement of the man's head. She becomes aware that maybe she has been showing rather more than might be politely decent (and her such a nice girl), but why not give the poor guy a bit of a thrill? This guy is safe – too many responsibilities – too much to lose. It's there to see in his whole demeanour - it might as well be written across his forehead. She can tell he's embarrassed by her very proximity but, nonetheless, he likes to look. She turns her head without changing her position to look out of the window again and the train continues to clackety-clack into the night.

Clickety-clack. Clackety-clack. Clickety-clack. Clackety-clack 

Turning around, she sees the carriage is almost empty – just her and this man up this end – two women and three men up the other end sitting quietly as if hypnotised by the journey. Her eyes move back to the man. He is still pretending not to be looking.

'You like that, do you?'

He reddens, but pretends not to hear.

'C'mon! I know you were looking. I don't mind, but be honest.' She is direct, his pathetic attempt at evasion boosts her courage, makes her feel strong. She is in control.

He realises that he cannot avoid the question, no more than he can avoid the guilt he feels. He swallows … time to fess up.

'Yes.', he says. 'I'm sorry, but it is a distracting sight.'

'I'm sorry.', he says again, feeling awkward.

'You like looking up little girl's skirts, do you?'

'Look! I'm sorry! I just couldn't help myself and, anyway, you're not a little girl, are you?'

'No. But I bet you'd like me to be. I used to wear this skirt to school, do you like it?'

'It's very nice.'

'You mean it's very sexy, don't you? I think so.'

'It's very sexy. I wish you wouldn't tease me.'

'You think I'm teasing?'

'Aren't you?'

She paused, reflecting. Yes, she was teasing – she felt a bit guilty. She wasn't normally like this. She felt less in control now the man was starting to take the lead in the conversation.

'I don't mean to.', She said, and wondered if she believed that herself. 'I really don't mind you looking, but I'd kind of like to share what you're thinking. Do you know what I mean?'

'Look, young lady. I really don't think we should be having this conversation. I'm old enough to be your father and, to be honest, I really don't like the way this conversation is going.'

'Because it's getting interesting?'

Strange how conversations can pivot on single words, how a world of meaning can be communicated through a handful of syllables. That one word 'interesting' from the young girls lips flew through his thoughts, flicking switches and turning lights on and off inside his head. Erotic and exotic, some other young and carefree universe had somehow appeared within his thoughts hovering tantalisingly close to the boring commuterland in which he normally lived. He saw himself through the eyes of this young girl, old and boring because he lacked the courage to be otherwise. The word had a strange sexual potency, as well: his voyeur role was now becoming something more interactive and he could feel stiffening of a more lustful 'interest' within his trousers.

'Yes,' he admitted, 'because it's getting interesting.'

She sensed she'd won some battle … and it was time to collect the spoils.

'You mustn't touch.' She said, 'and I don't want to know who you are – I'm certainly not telling you who I am … and I know it's very unlikely that we'll see each other again, this journey is unusual for me. Do you promise?' As she said this she lifted her skirt, allowing him more of a view of her long bare legs and her pretty frilled panties.

His mouth felt dry. 'I promise.'

'Do you like my panties?'

'They're very pretty panties.'

'They are getting wet in the crotch. That's because I'm enjoying showing them to you.'

'I can see.'

'Would you like them?'

'I don't know.'

'I think you do. If I took them off, you would be able to see my pussy … or perhaps you would prefer to see my cunt. I want you to talk crude to me. I want you to get me excited.'

'I want to see your pussy. Please show me your wet little pussy.'

'Mmmm … I don't know. Does your cock get stiff thinking of my hot wet little pussy?'

'Yes, it's very stiff. Show me your pussy.'

'Will you show me your cock?'

'I can't, not here!'

'What are you afraid of?'

'There are other people around. I could be arrested and how do I know you wouldn't report me.'

'I could always report you anyway, but I wouldn't want the hassle and I want to see what effect I am having on your cock.'

'And I will take my panties off.', she said. She turned her head sideways, indicating the other end of the carriage, 'They won't notice.'

'I don't know.'

'Oh, come on. Lets see it. How big is it? Do you like to wank? I bet you'd like to wank off looking at me. Would you?' Get it out. Show me how stiff it is.' She pulled her panties up tight, stretching the fabric over her pussy so the crease of her slit was clearly outlined. Her pubic hairs also made an imprint, cushioning the material away from her mound, others peeked tantalisingly around the outside.

It was far too much for him. His cock was too hard to be comfortably contained and begged for urgent release. The young girl was charming his cock from his trousers, giving him no option but to release it. Opening his belt and undoing his zip he fished it out awkwardly, it's length and stiffness catching in the folds. Once freed it stood proudly erect curving gracefully upwards from a nest of dark pubic hair, displaying unambiguously to the young girl just what its opinion of her was. It was as hard as he could ever remember it being, the thick purple head looking rich and fruit ripe.

'Mmmm. Now that's nice!' she said. 'but I mustn't touch.' 

She slipped her fingers inside her panties. He could see her fingertips moving over her pussyslit as she looked at his cock standing thickly before her. 'Do you want to stroke it?'

'First,' he said, licking his lips and looking at her teasing him, 'I think it's your turn. Show me your hot little pussy.'

She looked at him, then, closing her legs, she hooked her thumbs into the tops of her panties and grinning mischievously wiggled them down over her hips. Slowly, still looking at him, she moved them down her thighs, over her knees, then lifting both legs together out of the small cotton garment, she placed it beside her on the seat. She brought her legs down together, hands resting on her knees and grinned.

'If I show you, will you stroke your cock for me?' But she didn't wait for an answer, gently opening her legs with her hands and then moving her hands back to lift her skirt.

He looked down the end of the carriage, guiltily. The other passengers seemed oblivious to what was going on here. His hand moved to the barrel of his prick. It felt good. Moving his hand over the cockflesh knowing he was masturbating in front of the girl felt deliciously wicked. He knew he could never tell his wife about this.

The hair on her pubis looks soft and curly. It is neat and looks trimmed. Her pussy is showing signs of arousal, the inside starting to flower visibly, moistly opening from within. 

Her hands moved either side of the outer labia pulling them wider and then, moving her fingers between the more tender inner lips, exposing her delicious pink centre. He was sure that he could see droplets of juice beading inside on the walls of her vagina. She slipped a finger inside, where he wished his tongue and hot stiff cock could go, and moaned quietly for his benefit, whilst moving her fingers slowly in and out.

'You like my cunt, Mister?'

'Oooohhh yess!', his fingers couldn't stop themselves working along his shaft, 'Oh Yes' he said again, momentarily getting overaroused and then struggling to control himself, remembering that he was still in a railway carriage.

'I like your cunt.' He whispered. The whisper accentuated the excitement he felt and his hand moved faster, up and down.

Her fingers had now moved up to her clitoris and were working on the swollen nub, which he could see so clearly protruding. His hand moved harder up and down his thick cock as he felt himself becoming excited by the arousal and mounting excitement of the masturbating girl. She watched him stroking his cock, knowing that he was wanking for her and willing him to cum, so she could see his release from her spell.

They whispered crudely to each other, not wishing to alert the other passengers, but building the sexual charge between them, their fingers working visibly, openly displaying how they each were satisfying their overwhelming desires and carnal lust.

'You'd like to fuck my hot little cunt, wouldn't you?'

'You dirty girl slut, I'd fuck your cunt so hard your ears would pop.'

'Dirty old man, jerking off in front of a little girl.'

'Cock teasing bitch, showing your wet open pussy to strangers.'

'You want to cum all over me, you filthy pig.'

'I'll splatter my hot cum all over your pretty little face.'

'Ohhh … cum for me … cum for me!' She came quietly, but as noisily as she dared.

Flushed and sticky, she looked all done. His cock jerked and spurted thick white cum in three messy arcs and then just oozed white cream. The first arc of semen managed to clear the gap between the seats landing neatly almost in the middle of the little triangle of pubic hair. She scoped it up with one finger and held it to her nose. 'Ooh Nasty!' she said, grinning naughtily at him.

'You liked that, didn't you?', she said.

'Yes,' he said, 'but I really wouldn't like to do that too often.'

'Our little secret.', she said and winked at him. 'That's probably the most exciting and naughtiest thing I've ever done.'

She tossed him her panties. 'A little souvenir! Think of me.'

He wiped his sticky cock against the wet crotch. 'I'll certainly do that.'

She laughed. 'Will you tell anyone?'

'No,' he said. 'I couldn't.'

'Oh, I think I will,' she said.

And she did.

Strangers on a Train



It had been a long night and I was desperate to get home and crawl into bed. The bar had been empty most of the night so I had spent my shift refilling salt shakers and ketchup bottles. No customers means no tips....one more meal of mac and cheese in my near future. 

The platform was nearly deserted as I waited for the next train to arrive. As it coasted into the station, I chose the nearest car and slipped into an empty seat and put my feet up on the chair in front of me. As we pulled away from the stop, I had a quick glance around the car and spotted a good looking guy in the farthest corner at the back of the train. I smiled quickly when he looked up, then turned back in my seat. I could feel his smouldering green eyes watching me and I was strangely aroused by the idea of being alone with him.

I felt rather then heard him move closer to me. My heart skipped a beat, and a tremor ran through me and planted itself in my warm little pussy. Wetness seeped through my panties, and I pressed my knees together to savour the throbbing of my clit. I desperately wanted to know where he was, but couldn't bring myself to turn around. 

Something was going to happen, far beyond my ability to control it and I wanted it.

His breath tickled my neck as he whispered in my ear, "touch yourself." 

I slipped my hand under my short black skirt and traced a finger along my wet slit. My clit burst beneath my fingertip, an eruption so intense I saw stars. I had never cum so hard or so quickly, especially with my little lace panties still on. I gasped as the last of my orgasm ripped through my body. My legs were splayed open, my hands shook, and my face was flushed with a heat I had never experienced before. I needed more, and I needed it now. 

He ran his finger down my neck and into the open vee of my shirt. My soft round tits heaved under his touch. Reaching around from the other side, he took a handful of breast in each of his big, warm hands. He pinched each nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt. A moan escaped from deep in my throat. I was behaving like no nice girl ever behaves, but I couldn't help myself. I was all his and would do anything he wanted to continue to feel this heat growing inside me. I felt the pressure growing in my pussy, I wanted to cum again so badly, I had never had multiple orgasms, and I had never felt an urgency like this. I was cumming before I could even finish my thoughts, a hot, wet flood of girl cum soaking through my panties and skirt and on to the vinyl subway seat beneath. I had no idea what stop we were at, but I would ride this train forever just to cum like that one more time. 

His heated whispers filled my ears. "give me your panties." 

I obediently hooked my thumbs under the waist band and lifted my ass off the seat to slide them down my long, lean legs. I handed them back to him, he took them gently from my hand, and kissed my fingertips. I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye, but feared if I turned to look at him directly the magic would disappear. I knew he had green eyes, and now saw his chiseled chin and jaw line. He had soft brown hair with a slight wave to it. What I saw I liked. 

I focused on how close he was to me. I wanted him to touch me. I could smell the light mix of his cologne and soap, I could feel his warm breath, but it wasn't enough. In my mind I was begging him to come closer, to slide his stiff cock inside of me, but I couldn't say the words. The heat between us was palpable, passion and intensity filled the air. I prayed he could read my mind.

As the train pulled into a station the doors opened and a elderly man walked in. He paused briefly when he saw us, then with a smirk took a seat at the front of the car, facing forward. The doors closed and we continued to the next stop. My heart was pounding so loudly, I was sure he would be able to hear it. It couldn't end like this. I hadn't even worked up the courage to reach out to him yet. 

He leaned in closer still and nibbled lightly on my ear lobe before whispering, "I'm not done with you yet". Relief washed over me. "Fuck yourself with your fingers, I want you to cum while that old man sits there trying not to watch us." 

I slid a little lower in my seat so I could spread my legs open. The old man turned in his seat, and I made eye contact with him as I slid two fingers inside my wet cunt. He looked nervous, as though he was about to turn a way, but I nodded my head yes. I wanted him to watch. I plunged my fingers deep inside, them pulled them out to lick the girl cum off. It was sweet and thick like honey, I was clearly not of my right mind. I slowly circled my clit, ran my fingers up and down my slit, dipping them inside, then up and around my clit again. My entire body was on fire. My hands moved of their own accord. The sound of my rapid pulse rushed through my ears. With my eyes closed I leaned my head back against the seat and rode the wave of ecstasy coursing through me. I had forgotten about the old man, forgotten any sense of decency. But I didn't care.

The old man hurried off the train at the next stop, and I was alone with my sexy stranger. My mind whirled and spun as I tried to comprehend what was happening to me. I felt alive with an erotic passion never experienced before. How would I go on with the rest of my life, how could I go back to being a functioning member of society after an experience like this? Would he continue to ravage my mind and body in this dark subway tunnel? 

"Keep your eyes closed" he said. I squeezed them tighter together. A cool piece of silky fabric slid over my eyes and was tied behind my head. "Now stand up, and lean over the seat" he whispered in my ear. I did what I was told, leaning on the seat in front of me, I bent over and wiggled my ass in his direction. I felt his warm hands on my ass lifting my skirt over my soft, round cheeks. He caressed each side gently, then smacked one side with the palm of his hand. The echo of the slap reverberated through the entire car. 

I was so hot, and over excited, I couldn't contain my whimpers and moans of pleasure any longer. I didn't care who heard me, or what I sounded like. I was in my own person purgatory, trapped between the heaven of more orgasms, and the hell of not having a big fat cock filling my wet pussy.

I leaned over further, pointing my ass at him. Wet trickles of excitement ran down my leg and still he had not given me the cock I so desperately needed. I heard him moving out from behind me and around to the chair in front of me. I was anxious to remove my blindfold, to get a glimpse of what he had in store for me. 

He stood on the seat in front of me and placed my hands on his thighs. I could feel his muscles, hard and taught beneath my palms. I slid my hands up his thighs, until I found his zipper. I pulled to release him from the confines of his pants. I passed my small hand through the hole and gathered his throbbing rod in my fist. I could feel the blood surging through his veins, could sense his growing anticipation at what was coming next. I gently pulled his cock through his zipper, and caressed it with my hands. Then grabbing the back of his legs I pulled him closer to me. I lavished his cock with licks and kisses before taking most of it length into my waiting mouth. My lips tightly sealed over his shaft, my mouth and throat opening to take its full length. Over and over I slid his entire cock deep into my throat and back. 

I wanted to taste him, feel his hot cum in my mouth and I wouldn't stop until I had it. I let him fuck my face, faster and faster until that glorious moment that he grabbed the back of my head and didn't let go. Hot spurts of his goo hit the back of my throat like streams of liquid gold. I swallowed quickly, terrified at the idea of spilling a drop. When he was done, a haggard sigh left his lips as he released the back of my head, and smoothed my hair. I hesitantly let go of the back of his legs, and heard him sink down into the seat. 

Tears burned my eyelids, I still wanted more, my pussy was begging for it. I reached back with one hand to rub at my swollen clit. I was so wet, but still I wasn't satisfied. I lifted my blindfold just slightly so that I could see my wicked stranger. I looked down into his lap. His cock was enormous and still rock hard. I reached for it, but he slapped my hand away. 

"I'll tell you when you can have more" was all he said. I sat back down in my seat, a little pout on my lips. He waiting for what felt like an eternity before he spoke again. "I want to fuck you hard and fast, it will be the most incredible fuck you've ever had and you will beg me to fuck you over and over." 

Somehow I knew he was right. I couldn't take the anticipation any longer. "Please fuck me" I pleaded. "I have never wanted anything as badly as I want your cock." 

He moved from his seat in front of me to the one beside me. He sat down, then lifted me from my seat and on to his lap. His cock slid between my slick lips and deep into my tight hole. I sunk down into his cock, taking his full length into me. I slowly rocked back and forth, feeling the head of his cock rub on my cervix. Taking me by the hips he slid me up and down on his rod. I was crying out in ecstasy, every thrust into my pussy searing hot, like molten lava. I lightly grazed my clit with my fingers, sending my whole body into a series of jerking convulsions. My cunt clutched at his cock as I rode him deep inside me. As my orgasm slowly dissipated, he stood us up, and bent me over. 

I held onto the seat of the chair with what remaining strength I had. He rammed into my pussy harder and faster then I imagined was humanly possible. With his super human strength and speed I was quickly nearing the peak of yet another orgasm. Just as I was about to hit my crescendo, he slipped his cock from my twat and plunged himself deep into my virgin ass. I yelped in a mixture of surprise, pleasure and pain that felt so incredible that another orgasm burst on top of the last. 

My knees gave out from under me, my legs too weak to hold me up. He hung on to my ass for dear life, ravaging my tight back door, stretching my hole to accommodate his large, rigid dick. Erotic pain rippled through me, a fog filled my head, I was no longer my own being, I could no longer even imagine being apart from him.

His loud moans and growing urgency brought me slightly out of my haze. 

"Cum all over my ass baby" I managed to squeak out. "Dump your hot load all over me." 

On cue he unleashed his red hot seed all over my ass with a grunt and a sigh. 

Removing the blindfold, I attempted to clean myself up as the train slowed into the next station. I was about to turn around to look at my secret lover, when it occurred to me that it was best I correct my various state of undress before someone else entered the car. With my shirt straightened and my skirt covering my ass, I turned to find the seat next to me empty. The doors to the subway car sliding closed and my lover nowhere to be seen. I slumped in my seat to take in the gravity of what had just happened. I was sure I would seen him everywhere I went, his profile echoed in every man I saw, but I knew I would never see the real him again.



Strangers on a Train



There was a cock-up with the reservations, which initially, yes, it rather peeved me, but there's such a thing as too spoilt, and it strikes me that there are worse things in life than having to share an overnight sleeper train carriage with two complete strangers. I barely notice them. Just sip on the Chai Latte I picked up at the station and stare fixedly out of the window and into the black. Love train journeys, me... the headspace, the anonymity, the brief exposure to the lives of others as they gossip, sleep, pull out laptops, whatever... 

The elderly lady opposite, she has her head in a novel, Anna Karenina. Good choice for trains, I think. There's a guy... hmmm, yeah, pleasant enough. Dark, intense, laptop open, plugged into his music... way too young to notice me, which suits.

It's already 8 when we leave kings cross, and by 9 the porter comes in to pull down, make up the beds. I leave then, take my overnight bag and walk down to the buffet; I hear one of my companions following behind me, but with no interest in talking and a slight thirst on me I just walk on, order a sol and a shot of tequila (no point in having to repeatedly go to the bar) and sit down at one of the tables unoccupied by one of the few remaining diners. 

At half nine, it feels like midnight. I swill down the shot, shove the lime into the sol, and take a swig, before just sitting and taptapping on my blackberry, one Google search leading to another, and I find myself going from an article on Amarula Cream to liver disease to an std site to a advert for flavoured condoms and finally landing at a page called 'Secrets of a dirty girl: the guide to the perfect blow job'. It's this I'm engrossed in when Mr. Dark Intensity sits opposite, after mumbling what I assume is a question about its vacancy in what I now see is an American accent. 

It vaguely crosses my mind that he's seen my browsing, but the Sol's almost finished, and the tequila was a double, so I don't care. He puts the laptop on the table between us, and we both taptap in harmony. He drinks what looks like strawberry Ribena even quicker than I drink mine, and I guess out of politeness when he gets up for another, he asks if he can get me one. I ask for a sol, but he's seen the other glass, and I guess he's a drinker, because he picks it up, sniffs it and asks if I want another tequila. I do.

When he orders a double for me and I hear him get a large vodka and cranberry juice (which I didn't even know was a drink), I kind of smile to myself, and then I go back to my guide and he taps into that laptop. I get the next one - he doesn't argue - and excuse myself. A total of maybe twenty words between us. As I get to the carriage door, I involuntarily turn back. He's not looking, and I have no idea why I did.

In the toilets, I change. My nightwear is more all-encompassing that the clothes I've taken off. T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. I keep the bra on for decency's sake. Put on a fresh pair of socks and go back to the carriage, where the lights are dimmed way down and the lady is gently snoring in a top bunk. 

I see Mr. America has staked a claim on the middle bunk. There are six beds and three of us, so we have a 'layer' each. I take the lower tier, crawl in and pull up my blinds a little to see the fields rush by. Aberdeen is eight hours away. I'm tired and more than a little drunk. I lie down under the blankets and the world, as lights, rushes by. 

I put my phone under my pillow, and I am on my back, as I just feel myself let go and relax and float off. I wake up sometime as the door opens, but half feigning, half actually sleeping, drift back...

I wake quite gently, as a finger touches my lips, softly, not threatening, in a hush-ing motion, and there's a slight shhh, as I feel the blankets lift up and a body crawl in next to me. 

Still drunk... maybe... but not concerned in the slightest. Fully dressed, like me. I roll onto my side, facing the wall and he clips on behind me, arm casually over my body. Five minutes, an hour later, I wake up and roll round to face him. The lull and rock of the train barely cover the sound of my breathing as he leans forward, put his hand on my chin and soft soft, kisses me lightly on the lips. 

A stretch becomes a turn, and I lie on my side again, as he wraps himself around me, arm, hand under my t-shirt and that pointless bra, stroking my entire top half, cupping my breasts, slip-sliding down to the top of the tracksuit pants, which we remove, and over the knickers, which we don't. 

Deftly pushing the crotch to one side, licking those fingers (a totally unnecessary act, but an appreciated gesture), as I lift my knee up, just making any access easier, and then turn back round onto my back. 

He leans, you lean, over me and we see how I kiss, because I seemed to have forgotten and that's a shame, you, with that hand still rubbing around, as your head goes down to those way more than a handful breasts, nipples, and sucks and nibbles in a way that would have even me gently moaning, whispering your name in that darkness with an 'oh', except that I can't because our third party is still gently snoring, so I bite my lower lip, and you bite my neck, and it's all biting and panting, as you look at me, eyes up, and you kind of smile and I kind of wonder whether I should stop this, but not really because I feel how soft and warm your tongue is, and I just know how it's going to feel and that's not a feeling for stopping.

So your face, your mouth, your tongue, is everywhere, and you're flicking like a lizard and sucking like on a goddamn peach, and you pause and bite my inner thigh, and my lips are so bitten I can taste it, and I'm thinking of the webguide I was reading earlier and bits flash into my mind as I pull your body, currently half off the bunk, round so that I am on my side, you on yours, kind of head to toe, but not, and both with access to the task at hand. But for now, you, babe, I'll leave your bit to you, and I'll tell you what I do =)

And I think back to what she said, that dirty grrrl, and follow her advice to the letter: 'Taking you in my hand, I use my thumb to taunt the head of your dick. When I finally lean forward to lick just the tip, I watch you. The look on your face is delightful. With my hands on your thighs and my thumbs rubbing your balls I begin teasing you just a little. Licking gently. Alternating between sucking your balls and licking just the head of your cock. I love the way you taste. I'm appreciative of how your cock reacts, grows, and hardens more and more with each lick. 

Ans as I wrap my lips around you, I pause a briefly to taste that wonderful precum, swirling my tongue around as I place the slightest amount of pressure on my lips. When I begin to suck, I expect a response from you and usually get it rather quickly, with growth or hardness, sometimes a moan or a gasp. I'm careful to suck just on the end for a while, making you want it more, making you wish for all of my mouth. 

At this point I hope your hands have made it to my head. The feel of you running your fingers through my hair and yes, even pulling it (or trying to ;)), will encourage me all the more. As I slide up and down on your shaft I pay special attention to the amount and speed of my sucking. I want to build you up, not just make you explode. As I feel you getting closer, I back off. I don't want to rush to the finish. I want this to be the best you ever had. 

My mouth will become tired at some point and I'll know the time is getting close. It is only then that you'll get the full force that my mouth can give, sucking harder and harder, faster and faster, tongue swirling.

When you finally let go and cum it will be in full force, spraying down my throat, filling my mouth with hot juices. I love the taste of it. I want it all and I'll keep my lips around you until you give it all to me. I'll try to keep up and swallow all of it down, but the slightest bit may escape my lips as I gently pull away from you. Don't worry. My tongue won't let it drip all the way down my chin. I do really want it all.'

Well, that's what she said, and that's what I did, and, hell, it certainly worked for me.



Strangers on a Train



Okay - there's a little poetic licence here in the sense that I believe six berth sleeper compartments have long disappeared from the British Isles, but, hell, it's my fantasy based on travel abroad, so this technical detail aside, please... enjoy :) 

*

There was a cock-up with the reservations, which initially, yes, it rather peeved me, but there's such a thing as too spoilt, and it strikes me that there are worse things in life than having to share an overnight sleeper train carriage with two complete strangers. I barely notice them. Just sip on the chai latte I picked up at the station and stare fixedly out of the window and into the black. Love train journeys, me... the headspace, the anonymity, the brief exposure to the lives of others as they gossip, sleep, pull out laptops, whatever... 

The elderly lady opposite, she has her head in a novel, anna karenina. Good choice for trains, I think. There's a guy... hmmm, yeah, pleasant enough. Dark, intense, laptop open, plugged into his music... way too young to notice me, which suits.

It's already 8 when we leave kings cross, and by 9 the porter comes in to pull down, make up the beds. I leave then, take my overnight bag and walk down to the buffet; I hear one of my companions following behind me, but with no interest in talking and a slight thirst on me I just walk on, order a sol and a shot of tequila (no point in having to repeatedly go to the bar) and sit down at one of the tables unoccupied by one of the few remaining diners. 

At half nine, it feels like midnight. I swill down the shot, shove the lime into the Sol, and take a swig, before just sitting and taptapping on my blackberry, one google search leading to another, and I find myself going from an article on Amarula Cream to liver disease to an std site to a advert for flavoured condoms and finally landing at a page called 'Secrets of a dirty girl: the guide to the perfect blow job'. It's this I'm engrossed in when mr dark intensity sits opposite, after mumbling what I assume is a question about its vacancy in what I now see is an american accent. 

It vaguely crosses my mind that he's seen my browsing, but the sol's almost finished, and the tequila was a double, so I don't care. He puts the laptop on the table between us, and we both taptap in harmony. He drinks what looks like strawberry ribena even quicker than I drink mine, and I guess out of politeness when gets gets up for another, he asks if he can get me one. I ask for a sol, but he's seen the other glass, and I guess he's a drinker, because he picks it up, sniffs it and asks if I want another tequila. I do.

When he orders a double for me and I hear him get a large vodka and cranberry juice (which I didn't even know was a drink), I kind of smile to myself, and then I go back to my guide and he taps into that laptop. I get the next one - he doesn't argue - and excuse myself. A total of maybe twenty words between us. As I get to the carriage door, I involuntarily turn back. He's not looking, and I have no idea why I did.

In the toilets, I change. My nightwear is more all-encompassing that the clothes I've taken off. T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. I keep the bra on for decency's sake. Put on a fresh pair of socks and go back to the carriage, where the lights are dimmed way down and the lady is gently snoring in a top bunk. 

I see mr america has staked a claim on the middle bunk. There are six beds and three of us, so we have a 'layer' each. I take the lower tier, crawl in and pull up my blinds a little to see the fields rush by. Aberdeen is eight hours away. I'm tired and more than a little drunk. I lie down under the blankets and the world, as lights, rushes by. 

I put my phone under my pillow, and I am on my back, as I just feel myself let go and relax and float off. I wake up sometime as the door opens, but half feigning, half actually sleeping, drift back...

I wake quite gently, as a finger touches my lips, softly, not threatening, in a hush-ing motion, and there's a slight shhh, as I feel the blankets lift up and a body crawl in next to me. Still drunk... maybe... but not concerned in the slightest. Fully dressed, like me. 

I roll onto my side, facing the wall and he clips on behind me, arm casually over my body. Five minutes, an hour later, I wake up and roll round to face him. The lull and rock of the train barely cover the sound of my breathing as he leans forward, put his hand on my chin and soft soft, kisses me lightly on the lips. A stretch becomes a turn, and I lie on my side again, as he wraps himself around me, arm, hand under my t-shirt and that pointless bra, stroking my entire top half, cupping my breasts, slip-sliding down to the top of the tracksuit pants, which we remove, and over the knickers, which we don't. 

Deftly pushing the crotch to one side, licking those fingers (a totally unnecessary act, but an appreciated gesture), as I lift my knee up, just making any access easier, and then turn back round onto my back. He leans, you lean, over me and we see how I kiss, because I seemed to have forgotten and that's a shame, you, with that hand still rubbing around, as your head goes down to those way more than a handful breasts, nipples, and sucks and nibbles in a way that would have even me gently moaning, whispering your name in that darkness with an 'oh', except that I can't because our third party is still gently snoring, so I bite my lower lip, and you bite my neck, and it's all biting and panting, as you look at me, eyes up, and you kind of smile and I kind of wonder whether I should stop this, but not really because I feel how soft and warm your tongue is, and I just know how it's going to feel and that's not a feeling for stopping.

So your face, your mouth, your tongue, is everywhere, and you're flicking like a lizard and sucking away, and you pause and bite my inner thigh, and my lips are so bitten I can taste it, and I'm thinking of the webguide I was reading earlier and bits flash into my mind as I pull your body, currently half off the bunk, round so that I am on my side, you on yours, kind of head to toe, but not, and both with access to the task at hand. But for now, you, I'll leave your bit to you, and I'll tell you what I do =)

And I think back to what she said, that dirty grrrl, and follow her advice to the letter: 'I take you in my hand, gently stroking, using my thumb to tease the head of your cock. When I finally lean forward to lick just the tip, I watch you. The look on your face is priceless. It gives me a rush. With my hands on your thighs and my thumbs rubbing your balls I begin teasing you just a little. Licking gently. Alternating between licking your balls and licking just the head of your cock. I love the way you taste. I'm appreciative of how your cock responds, grows, and hardens more and more with each lick. 

Finally, I wrap my lips around you, pausing a moment to taste that wonderful precum, swirling my tongue around as I place the slightest amount of pressure on my lips. When I begin to suck, I expect a response from you and usually get it rather quickly, with growth or hardness, sometimes a moan or a gasp. I'm careful to suck just on the end for a while, making you want it more, making you wish for all of my mouth. 

At this point I hope your hands have made it to my head. The feel of you running your fingers through my hair and yes, even pulling it (or trying to ;)), will encourage me all the more. As I bob up and down on your shaft I pay special attention to the amount and speed of my sucking. I want to build you up, not just make you explode. As I feel you getting closer, I back off. I don't want to rush to the finish. I want this to be the best you ever had. 

My mouth will become tired at some point and I'll know the time is getting close. It is only then that you'll get the full force that my mouth can give, sucking harder and harder, faster and faster, tongue swirling.

When you finally let go and cum it will be in full force, spraying down my throat, filling my mouth with hot juices. I love the taste of it. I want it all and I'll keep my lips around you until you give it all to me. I'll try to keep up and swallow all of it down, but the slightest bit may escape my lips as I gently pull away from you. Don't worry. My tongue won't let it drip all the way down my chin. I do really want it all.'

Well, that's what she said, and that's what I did, and, hell, it works for me.



Strangers on a Train



Okay - there's a little poetic licence here in the sense that I believe six berth sleeper compartments have long disappeared from the British Isles, but, hell, it's my fantasy based on travel abroad, so this technical detail aside, please... enjoy :)

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There was a cock-up with the reservations, which initially, yes, it rather peeved me, but there's such a thing as too spoilt, and it strikes me that there are worse things in life than having to share an overnight sleeper train carriage with two complete strangers. I barely notice them. Just sip on the chai latte I picked up at the station and stare fixedly out of the window and into the black. Love train journeys, me... the headspace, the anonymity, the brief exposure to the lives of others as they gossip, sleep, pull out laptops, whatever...

The elderly lady opposite, she has her head in a novel, anna karenina. Good choice for trains, I think. There's a guy... hmmm, yeah, pleasant enough. Dark, intense, laptop open, plugged into his music... way too young to notice me, which suits.

It's already 8 when we leave kings cross, and by 9 the porter comes in to pull down, make up the beds. I leave then, take my overnight bag and walk down to the buffet; I hear one of my companions following behind me, but with no interest in talking and a slight thirst on me I just walk on, order a sol and a shot of tequila (no point in having to repeatedly go to the bar) and sit down at one of the tables unoccupied by one of the few remaining diners.

At half nine, it feels like midnight. I swill down the shot, shove the lime into the Sol, and take a swig, before just sitting and taptapping on my blackberry, one google search leading to another, and I find myself going from an article on Amarula Cream to liver disease to an std site to a advert for flavoured condoms and finally landing at a page called 'Secrets of a dirty girl: the guide to the perfect blow job'. It's this I'm engrossed in when mr dark intensity sits opposite, after mumbling what I assume is a question about its vacancy in what I now see is an american accent.

It vaguely crosses my mind that he's seen my browsing, but the sol's almost finished, and the tequila was a double, so I don't care. He puts the laptop on the table between us, and we both taptap in harmony. He drinks what looks like strawberry ribena even quicker than I drink mine, and I guess out of politeness when gets gets up for another, he asks if he can get me one. I ask for a sol, but he's seen the other glass, and I guess he's a drinker, because he picks it up, sniffs it and asks if I want another tequila. I do.

When he orders a double for me and I hear him get a large vodka and cranberry juice (which I didn't even know was a drink), I kind of smile to myself, and then I go back to my guide and he taps into that laptop. I get the next one - he doesn't argue - and excuse myself. A total of maybe twenty words between us. As I get to the carriage door, I involuntarily turn back. He's not looking, and I have no idea why I did.

In the toilets, I change. My nightwear is more all-encompassing that the clothes I've taken off. T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. I keep the bra on for decency's sake. Put on a fresh pair of socks and go back to the carriage, where the lights are dimmed way down and the lady is gently snoring in a top bunk.

I see mr america has staked a claim on the middle bunk. There are six beds and three of us, so we have a 'layer' each. I take the lower tier, crawl in and pull up my blinds a little to see the fields rush by. Aberdeen is eight hours away. I'm tired and more than a little drunk. I lie down under the blankets and the world, as lights, rushes by.

I put my phone under my pillow, and I am on my back, as I just feel myself let go and relax and float off. I wake up sometime as the door opens, but half feigning, half actually sleeping, drift back...

I wake quite gently, as a finger touches my lips, softly, not threatening, in a hush-ing motion, and there's a slight shhh, as I feel the blankets lift up and a body crawl in next to me. Still drunk... maybe... but not concerned in the slightest. Fully dressed, like me.

I roll onto my side, facing the wall and he clips on behind me, arm casually over my body. Five minutes, an hour later, I wake up and roll round to face him. The lull and rock of the train barely cover the sound of my breathing as he leans forward, put his hand on my chin and soft soft, kisses me lightly on the lips. A stretch becomes a turn, and I lie on my side again, as he wraps himself around me, arm, hand under my t-shirt and that pointless bra, stroking my entire top half, cupping my breasts, slip-sliding down to the top of the tracksuit pants, which we remove, and over the knickers, which we don't.

Deftly pushing the crotch to one side, licking those fingers (a totally unnecessary act, but an appreciated gesture), as I lift my knee up, just making any access easier, and then he turns back round onto my back. He leans, over me and we see how I kiss, because I seemed to have forgotten and that's a shame. He keeps that hand still rubbing around, as his head goes down to those way more than a handful breasts, nipples, and sucks and nibbles in a way that would have even me gently moaning, whispering his name in that darkness with an 'oh', except that I can't because our third party is still gently snoring, so I bite my lower lip, and he bites my neck, and it's all biting and panting, as he looks at me, eyes up, and he kind of smiles. I kind of wonder whether I should stop this, but not really because I feel how soft and warm his tongue is, and I just know how it's going to feel and that's not a feeling for stopping.

So his face, his mouth, his tongue, is everywhere, and he's flicking like a lizard and sucking away, and he pausse and bites my inner thigh, and my lips are so bitten I can taste it. I'm thinking of the webguide I was reading earlier and bits flash into my mind as I pull his body, currently half off the bunk, round so that I am on my side, he is on his, kind of head to toe, but not, and both with access to the task at hand. But for now, I'll tell you what I do =)

And I think back to what she said, that dirty grrrl, and follow her advice to the letter: 'I take him in my hand, gently stroking, using my thumb to tease the head of his cock. When I finally lean forward to lick just the tip, I watch him. The look on his face is priceless. It gives me a rush. With my hands on his thighs and my thumbs rubbing his balls I begin teasing him just a little. Licking gently. Alternating between licking his balls and licking just the head of his cock. I love the way he tastes. I'm appreciative of how his cock responds, grows, and hardens more and more with each lick.

Finally, I wrap my lips around him, pausing a moment to taste that wonderful precum, swirling my tongue around as I place the slightest amount of pressure on my lips. When I begin to suck, I expect a response from him and usually get it rather quickly, with growth or hardness, sometimes a moan or a gasp. I'm careful to suck just on the end for a while, making him want it more, making him wish for all of my mouth.

At this point I hope his hands have made it to my head. The feel of him running his fingers through my hair and yes, even pulling it (or trying to ;)), will encourage me all the more. As I bob up and down on his shaft I pay special attention to the amount and speed of my sucking. I want to build him up, not just make him explode. As I feel him getting closer, I back off. I don't want to rush to the finish. I want this to be the best he ever had.

My mouth will become tired at some point and I'll know the time is getting close. It is only then that he'll get the full force that my mouth can give, sucking harder and harder, faster and faster, tongue swirling.

When him finally let go and cum it will be in full force, spraying down my throat, filling my mouth with hot juices. I love the taste of it. I want it all and I'll keep my lips around him until he gives it all to me. I'll try to keep up and swallow all of it down, but the slightest bit may escape my lips as I gently pull away from him. Don't worry. My tongue won't let it drip all the way down my chin. I do really want it all.'

Well, that's what she said, and that's what I did, and, hell, it works for me.



Strangers on a Train



The train was crowded and hot, packed with tourists and people travelling to London for the Olympics and she'd been unable to get a seat, forced to join the masses clinging for dear life onto the handles thoughtfully attached to the ceiling like toys in a children's playground.

Feeling mildly claustrophobic, she took deep breaths, trying to ignore the jostling of sweaty unknown flesh behind her and the occasional opportunistic male hand, as each station saw a few departures and the press of even more bodies into the carriage.

She was beginning to regret having worn a dress now, the wraparound design meaning it was held together solely by one loose knot of the belt on her hip. Not having anticipated that it would be this busy she hadn't thought of the effect that constant rubbing would have on her clothing and she could feel the material slipping open a centimetre at a time.

Taking advantage of the next station stop, she reached down, undoing the knot and retying it more securely. As the train moved off she stumbled as she tried to grasp the hoop above her head and felt a reassuring hand on her hip, another guiding her fingers around the handle and closing over them.

As she struggled to remove herself from the strangers grip, a hard body pressed tight against her back and hot breath flowed over her neck as he whispered in her ear.

"Careful there, you don't want to fall."

Tensing at the unwanted contact she tried again to pull away, but the crush of people in the carriage meant she was trapped, the other passengers shooting angry glares at her as she bumped against them.

Closing her eyes, she tried to ignore the warmth seeping through her thin dress from his body as with her free hand she tried to feel his fingers from her hip.

"Uh uh," he murmured, pulling her harder against him so that she could feel his erection pushing against her backside. She squirmed, trying to move away, but all that seemed to do was excite him more, the bulge pressed against her becoming larger and more prominent.

Taking his hand from her hip for a second, he entwined his fingers with hers, lifting them to the handle and gripping both hands beneath his, squeezing painfully until she gasped.

"Both hands on the ring," he muttered into her neck, his hand returning to her hip before sliding round to her stomach, slipping beneath the folds of her dress until they touched bare skin.

Holding her breath, she darted nervous looks around the carriage, wondering if she cried rape would anyone help her. Somehow she doubted it, being groped on trains was just one of those things and the way they were standing, no one would believe they were anything but intimate. His hands slid up inside the dress and over the lacy covering of her bra and she felt her nipples involuntarily hardening under his touch.

"Like that do you?" he said mockingly, pinching one of the hard buds between his fingers and tugging on it. Against her will she felt heat starting to pool between her legs and she closed her eyes on a small moan as his fingers cleverly manipulated her sensitive nipples.

As they slid below her bra to touch her skin she let out a small gasp, struggling to pull her hands from his vice like grip. Biting gently down on her neck he pressed closer, squeezing her breast in his hand until it was almost painful.

Moving his hand down her body he let his fingers play with the top edge of her panties and she forced herself to hold still as he traced the lacy hem from one side to another, before they dipped inside, one finger stroking down over her lips, slippery now with arousal. Parting them, he pushed the tip of his finger inside her, his thumb rubbing circles on her swollen clit.

Biting her lip she shuddered under the onslaught of his fingers as he slowly but surely brought her to the edge of orgasm in the midst of a carriage full of oblivious commuters.

Inserting another finger he stroked relentlessly as she felt herself tighten around him, her breath coming in short little pants as he pressed down with the heel of his hand against her mound, curling his fingers inside her. With a low moan she came, her pussy convulsing around his fingers as her legs wobbled unsteadily beneath her, his hands the only thing holding her up.

The carriage began to clear as the train pulled into the station and he let go of her hands, dragging her into his lap on an empty seat.

"So you like being touched by a stranger do you?" he asked teasingly.

"I knew it was you," she muttered against his chest.

"Sure you did," he replied, sliding his hand up her leg, beneath her skirt.

"Just you wait," she promised, wriggling slightly at his touch and smirking as he groaned.

"I'll look forward to it."

"Hmm," she murmured, her mind elsewhere. 

The carriage was starting to fill up again, nowhere near as packed as before but still, the vast majority of seats were now taken and she squirmed off his lap, pushing him across to sit by the window. 

Taking the aisle seat she curled into him, head on his shoulder and legs draped over his. The position made her dress gape invitingly and she saw him stealing looks at her exposed breasts as she feigned sleep, her left hand on his chest as his arm crept round her. 

Snuggling closer, she let her right hand drop to his leg, her thumb stroking slowly up and down, eyes narrowing as she spotted the tell tale signs of a bulge growing in his trousers. 

Teasingly she kept her hand just below his swelling cock, occasionally allowing her little finger to bump up against him 'accidentally'. 

Using just her fingertips she scraped the length of his shaft through his trousers, enjoying how it twitched at her touch like it was trying to escape his trousers. 

Deftly she flicked the bottom few buttons open, gaining herself access and saw his frown as he noticed what she was doing. 

Sliding her hand inside the gap she'd created, she grinned, her fingers touching bare skin. 

Lifting her head she kissed him, bending to whisper in his ear. 

"No pants? Naughty!"

Pushing her hands deeper inside the opening to his trousers she firmly grasped his cock, pulling it up until it sprung free through the opening, the head poking out and glistening with precum. 

Rolling the pad of her index finger over his tip she grinned as he drew in a sharp breath and scooted his hips further down on the seat. Perfect. 

Sliding one leg up, then down, she trapped him between her thighs and wound her arms round his neck, pulling herself onto his lap. 

She felt his hand moving beneath her skirt and then the tip of his cock was rubbing over her clit, pushing down further until it nudged firmly at her wet hole. 

Manoeuvring herself further onto his lap she felt the head of him slip in and she gasped against his mouth as he grinned, his hands on her hips lifting her slightly and with one quick thrust, buried himself deep inside her. 

She moaned at the sudden feeling of fullness and he kissed her hard, his eyes telling her to stay quiet. She froze, remembering where they were and glanced around. Sure enough, all the other seats in the carriage were occupied. 

The train was laid out with seats in banks of two and three, all facing forward with a central walkway running down the middle. The seats they were in were at the rear of the carriage opposite the luggage racks but still, anyone passing with more than a cursory glance would see they were up to no good. 

As she looked up at him nervously he smirked, one hand reaching under her skirt to press her thighs apart. Surely he couldn't...

Resting his fingers on her leg he circled her slippery clit with his thumb, the feeling made more intense by the sensation of his cock, moving gently inside her with the rocking motion of the train. 

Burying her head in his neck she dug her fingernails into her palms as his fingers worked their magic on her clit, the other hand reaching inside her dress to bare her breast then suck hard on her exposed nipple. 

With a shuddering sigh she felt the orgasm hit her and tried her hardest to remain silent and motionless in case she gave them away. 

Her legs shaky, she turned in his lap, facing away from him and bracing her hands on his thighs as she rocked back and forth on his cock. The thick rod dragging in and out of her at a delicious angle. 

His fingers dug into her hips as she moved, quicker now, thrusting back onto him roughly as the next station drew closer and closer. 

As the ticket collector made the announcement she felt him tense inside her as he let out a soft grunt, pulling her down hard onto his as she felt him pulsing inside her. 

Biting her lip, she smirked as she slid gently off him, his hands moving under cover of her skirt to tuck himself back into his trousers. 

Readjusting her panties, she leant against his shoulder, his thumb tracing patterns on her arm as passengers departed and joined the carriage. 

Soon it would be their stop. 



Strangers on a Train



This was Ginger's first time on a train (not counting subways) and her first time in Europe. She had arrived in Germany just a week ago, flying in from her home in Atlanta, Georgia. She had booked this trip on the spur of the moment late one night after finishing the latest Nicholas Sparks novel. She needed this getaway from work. From home. From the anniversary of a bad memory. A year ago she had ended a relationship with her boyfriend of almost two years, Danny. She had come to the depressing realization that Danny was not the romantic, caring and loving partner that he had portrayed himself to be when they met. The final straw was discovering that Danny had been trying to rekindle a romance with one of his ex-girlfriends. It had ended in a tense confrontation with Ginger demanding he return his key to her apartment and to forget her phone number and address because she never wanted to talk to him again.

A year had passed and Ginger had tried dating but she was negative and unwilling to commit and she knew it. Every guy she met she immediately assumed he was acting and she quickly imagined a month down the road and him no longer opening doors for her, no longer sending her cute text messages, no longer trying to be a partner. And with that scene playing in her head she always rejected anyone who showed interest in her. She missed having someone to share little things with. She missed having someone notice the little things about her that she took pride in. She missed human touch. She missed a man's caress. She missed sex. She missed sex a LOT.

So one late night as she watched the Travel channel and finished off a pint of ice cream, she decided she was going to go away for a vacation. She booted up her laptop, clicked over to a European travel site and booked a train excursion on a luxury train that went from Munich, Germany to Paris, France and the back again with stops in between and time at both ends. She thought about asking her girlfriend Tabitha to go with, but decided she needed the alone time. She had landed in Munich on a Friday evening and arrived at the train station to find a beautiful old-world train waiting on the platform. Once aboard she was delighted with the real wood paneling, brass and velveteen appointments throughout the train. It was like stepping back in time when train travel was luxurious and exclusive. Her cabin was beautiful, lush fabrics, parquet paneling, and a lovely view out the window, traveling at a civil pace. The bed folded up into a very comfortable bench when not being used for sleeping. She loved everything about the train and her cabin and her trip so far except that she was feeling lonely and on those lovely nights as she looked out her window and felt the steady but subtle rumble of the train on the tracks, she longed to have a man touch her like she was having to touch herself.

She had gone to Paris, stayed over for a day but found the romantic nature of the city only made her melancholy having no one with who to share it. So as soon as the train was departing she had gotten back aboard for the return trip to Munich. Many others decided to stay over longer and would wait for the train to return in a week to pick them up and return them to Munich. And there were also many who boarded the train for their first time in Paris who would take the same trip but in the reverse order, Paris to Munich and back to Paris. Ginger sat in the lounge car at one of the little tables facing the boarding platform and sipped on a Grey Goose martini. She was wearing her favorite little blue dress that her friend Tabitha said she should wear any time she wanted every man in a three block diameter to be drawn to her like a sex magnet. Ginger had to admit it revealed her 36D breasts nicely and fell over her shapely hips perfectly, terminating several inches above her knees. She was wearing a great pair of five-inch black, strappy heels she had bought in Paris. She loved how they made her calves look and went perfectly with her authentic French pedicure she had treated herself to.

She knew she looked sexy. She knew the men in the lounge were stealing glances at her. She knew that she could drop the slightest hint and any of them would share her table and her cabin with her. She didn't care. She was too preoccupied with shutting out the idea of a man. Which is why she didn't notice him right away as he entered the lounge car.

Kurt had boarded the train in Paris. He found his way to his cabin, stowed his luggage and changed into a pair of black slacks and a white button up oxford. He put on his black wingtips, looked in the mirror, tousled his dark brown hair a bit and said, "Good riddance to Paris. You need a drink." He made his way to the lounge car and found a seat at the small bar just as the train gently lurched as it departed the platform.

He ordered a Bourbon, double and neat and looked into the mirror behind the bar tender. He saw that he needed to shave. He saw that he looked like he needed to sleep. And he saw an amazingly gorgeous sandy-blond sitting at a table alone behind him wearing a blue dress and sexy heels that caused his pulse to pick up involuntarily. He could not resist and he turned around on the bar stool so he could see her directly. She was incredible. She sat there with her legs crossed, sipping on a martini. Minimal make-up, hair naturally wavy and down to the middle of her back. He wasn't sure what it was about her, but he felt his manhood reacting and his mind was starting to conjure up what she would look like without that lovely dress. He was about to get up from his stool when she stood, finished off her drink, turned and walked out of the car. Kurt watched her hips sway and licked his lips as he watched her calves react to the tall heels. He contemplated following her. Then decided it was not the right time.

Then decided it was. He got up, paid for his drink and walked out of the car to follow her.

Ginger hadn't noticed him when he came in the car. She hadn't noticed him until he turned on his stool to ogle her. She at first felt irritated that another stupid guy was looking at her and thinking things that she would never in a million years give them the chance to carry out. Then she looked at him in the reflection of her window and he had an expression on his face that she liked. He was not smiling, that could be so creepy and she always hated it. But his face looked happy. He looked like he wasn't just looking at her, but like he was trying to send her a telepathic thought, he was so focused. She felt something stir in her and she instantly was uncomfortable with it. So she did what she always did, she decided to leave. She knew he would not follow her. He had just arrived in the lounge and soon it would be full of beautiful women for him to pick from. And she had no doubt that he could have his pick from them. He was built well and stood at probably just a bit over six feet tall. He needed to shave, but she still found him very attractive.

She was thinking about what his chest might look like as she walked down the corridor to her cabin. She realized she was getting excited thinking about him. By the time she reached her cabin she was very horny. She opened the pocket door to her cabin, pulled it to and immediately sat down on her bench. She propped one leg up on the corner of her little table and opened her other leg wide. She reached up and started feeling her breast through the thin material of her dress, having worn no bra she immediately felt her large hard nipple and she pinched it between two fingers and closed her eyes, moaning. With her other hand she reached down between her legs and pulled her wet panties to the side and without hesitation pushed her lovely long middle finger into her tight little wet vagina. She thought of the man in the lounge car and imagined her finger was his tongue, pushing in and out of her. She rocked her hips and slipped her ring finger in beside her middle finger. She lay her palm on her clit and massaged it as she slowly moved her two fingers in and out of her pussy. She massaged her breast more roughly, tugging at her nipple. She imagined the man sucking her nipple and biting it. She was moaning loudly and gasping. In fact she was so loud that she had not heard Kurt when he had knocked on her not-fully-closed door. Nor had she heard him clear his throat to get her attention. Nor had she heard him walk in and close the door behind him. She was nearing orgasm when she opened her eyes to see him – the man she had seen in the lounge car, the man she was fantasizing about as she masturbated - standing there with his eyes shielded by one hand, the other stretched out and holding her purse.

She nearly leapt off the bench. She almost fell but the man caught her and she felt his strong hands grab her and steady her. "What are you doing in my cabin!" she demanded after getting herself settled and standing straight and as far from him as the small cabin's confines would allow.

Kurt looked it and was embarrassed. "You left your purse in the lounge car and I was bringing it back to you," he said. "I came to your cabin door and it was open. I knocked and called out but you sounded like something might be wrong so I came in to help." 

Ginger swallowed. Her pulse was racing. "How long were you standing there? How much did you see?"

Kurt wasn't sure what to say. He had come in and watched her for only a minute. He was uncomfortable. He was upset that he had upset her. "I'm sorry," he began. "I saw quite a bit."

Ginger had a torrent of emotions flooding her right then. Oddly though one of them was NOT anger. She said nothing for a moment and thought about the situation. At the end of the moment she realized she had this man that she lusted for standing in front of her and the ice was clearly broken. She was horny. And she noticed by the front of his trousers that he liked what he had seen. She made a decision.

"Will you help me finish?" she asked him.

Kurt swallowed. Was she asking him what he thought she was? "Finish?" he asked.

"I need to cum so bad," she said honestly and tried to keep her want and emotion out of the tone of her voice.

Kurt made his decision quickly. "It would be my pleasure," he answered.

"There are rules," she said. "I don't want to have sex, I just want you to touch me. Do you understand?"

"Sure," Kurt said. "So I should just keep myself in my pants."

"No!" she answered too quickly and forcefully for her own liking. "I want you to play with yourself while I watch and play with myself. And I want you to touch my breasts. I just don't want you to enter me."

Kurt was a bit taken aback by this very frank talk. But he was hardly going to refuse her rules. To answer he loosed his belt, unzipped and slipped off his trousers and walked over to the bench in his boxers.

Ginger reached out and hooked her thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. "You don't need these," she said as she watched his cock spring up just inches from her face as she slid his underwear down.

Kurt stepped out of his boxers and then sat down beside her. "My name is Kurt," he said, not sure what else to say.

"I'm Ginger," she told him. "And I want to take your shirt off." She began unbuttoning his shirt and to her great pleasure, Kurt unzipped her dress as she did so. She felt his warmth as he leaned close to wrap his arms around her, getting access to her zipper. He smelled good. Like a man. He unzipped to the small of her back and she stood to let the dress fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and then sat down facing him, one leg on the floor, the other up and against the back of the bench.

Kurt reached out and touched her hard nipple, the one she had been playing with. She gasped lightly and pushed his shirt off of his other shoulder. He pulled his hand away and took off his shirt. Ginger immediately ran her long fingers through the hair on his chest and watched as he cupped her breast in one hand and slipped his other around the shaft of his very hard dick. She watched him jack his cock slowly while she moved her hand down to her hot, wet crotch and pushed her two fingers back inside. They were both breathing harder. She was watching Kurt stroke his cock and he was watching her finger herself. He was feeling her big breast, pinching the erect nipple. She was pawing his chest.

She was mesmerized by the sight of his cock and his stroking. She was feeling herself contract around her fingers. She was thinking of what his cock must feel like. She wanted it. She reached down from his chest and moved his hand away, replacing it with hers. She stroked it, felt the wetness of his pre-cum at the tip. She used it as lube as she stroked his dick harder. She looked up into his eyes. He was staring at her face. His cock felt so good in her hand. She wanted something else.

She leaned back and opened her legs wide. She pulled him as she did and he had to raise up to follow her. She leaned her back against the wall of the cabin and kept pulling him until he had to stand on his knees on the bench, between her legs. She pulled until his cock was just a couple of inches from her pussy, then stopped.

"I want to use your cock to masturbate," she told him looking into his eyes. "Don't try to push into me. Just let me use your cock." She paused, then added, "Please."

Kurt felt his cock throbbing in her pretty hand. "Use me," he told her.

She moaned and he leaned closer. She grabbed his cock and pushed his swollen head over her hard clit and dragged it up and down across and through her soaking wet lips. She was moaning loudly and slowly moving her hips but trying to be careful not to move them too much and cause his cock to penetrate her. Kurt for his part was fighting the urge to thrust his hips and get his cock inside her warm pussy. It was extremely difficult and it was driving him crazy.

Ginger looked down as she manipulated this sexy man's hard penis, fucking herself with it like she did with her dildo. He was so hard. And he was so good looking. And he was giving himself to her, allowing her to do whatever she wanted. She knew he wanted to be inside of her, but he was following her rules. The thought was making her more crazy. She started moving her hips more vigorously, feeling herself getting close to an orgasm. She felt the head of his cock push inside of her and she pulled back. Kurt groaned. He had felt the warmth for a second. Ginger saw what that did to him. She saw how much he wanted her. She saw him fighting it. She saw him holding doors open for her. She saw him sending her sexy little text messages during the day. She felt his hands on her body and she saw him as hers. She looked into his eyes, "Kurt," she said.

He moaned in response. He could not talk.

"I want more," she told him. "But there are rules."

Kurt heard her. Some part of his mind registered the words. But he was having a hard time focusing. Between trying to remain standing and avoiding penetrating this beautiful woman while she rubbed his hard cock all over her wet pussy, and stare at and fondle the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen . . . Kurt was nearly in a trance. But he pulled himself together, so to speak, and looked into her eyes. She had stopped moving his cock and had it poised right at the entrance to her sweet sex. She was staring up at him, waiting for his response. He saw her breasts heaving up and down putting her excitement on full display. He knew she wanted him as strongly as he wanted her. And he wanted her so strongly that he would do anything she wanted.

"Whatever you ask for," Kurt answered, "I will do."

"Mmmmm," Ginger never knew spoken words could make her moan. "I want you to know that the rules are subject to change without notice," she said as she started slowly jacking his dick.

It was Kurt's turn to moan, feeling her hand work the end of his straining dick. Maintaining eye contact with her he said, "You are my queen and I am your slave."

Ginger nearly gasped. How did she get this lucky? She decided right then that she was going to do everything she could to make sure this man never forgot her or this evening.

"Finish undressing," she told him but did not take her hand from around his cock. Kurt managed despite being held in place, taking off his wingtips and socks and sliding them in front of the door. Once he was standing before her completely naked, she reached over to her small bag and retrieved a digital camera, never breaking eye contact and continuing to lightly handle Kurt's dick.

"Get down on your knees and lick my pussy," she said softly, the deliberateness of the command and the command itself surprising her, but Kurt did not seem fazed. She had never been in this position, telling a man what to do and it was exciting her furiously.

Kurt had never had a woman tell him what to do like this. But he had never met a woman that stirred him like Ginger. Without even thinking about it, he got to his knees, Ginger finally releasing his cock, but not gently. She gripped it and he had to pull it from her grasp. She grinned and he cocked an eyebrow at her. She tilted her hip upward and inched to the edge of the bench to give him easy and full access. When Kurt lowered his head she splayed her knees apart as wide as she could manage. She watched as he opened his mouth and moved it to just a half an inch from her swollen pussy lips. She watched him as he looked up into her eyes. She felt the warmth of his breath. She bit her lip then raised her camera, flicked it to burst mode and snapped several pictures of Kurt's mouth poised above her sex.

"Get your mouth on my pussy right now," she ordered. And Kurt immediately obliged. Opening his mouth wide he placed her entire pussy in his mouth, his upper lip atop her hard clit, his lower lip pressed against her taint. "Oh yes," she cooed. "Put your hand on your dick and keep it hard," she told him. "Now eat my cunt, Kurt."

Kurt reached down with his left hand and grasped his dick, slowly and lightly giving it attention. But it wasn't really necessary. There was no way he was going to lose his hard. However, his queen had ordered it, so he complied. He saw her lean to the side to watch him comply and then snap several pictures of him obeying her. This was uncharted territory. And he was beyond excited.

Once he had his mouth covering her pussy, Kurt began very, very lightly licking up and down her swollen lips. Starting at the bottom, up over the edge of left lip, over her clit and down the right lip, circling the mouth of her sex. He felt her quiver slightly and heard her breath catch each time his tongue tripped over her erect clit.

Ginger was entranced by what Kurt was doing to her. She started taking pictures of the scene. She reached pinched and stretched her nipple with her other hand, snapping pictures of that as well. She realized she had started moving her hips in a circular motion in time with Kurt's licking. She was feeling an orgasm building and needed it released.

"Oh my god," she said much louder than she expected, "stick your tongue in me and fucking make me cum!"

Kurt immediately shoved his tongue inside, parting her lips and widening his tongue to touch the sides of her as he inserted it. He felt Ginger's body shake. He felt her moan and heard it. She was cumming and Kurt had to take his hand off his cock to keep from cumming in response.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed. The orgasm wracking her body from her toes to the top of her head. "Kurt, I am cumming! Tongue fuck your queen! Suck up my juices!" She had no idea where this talk was coming from, she felt possessed by ecstasy.

Kurt reached up and took the camera form her hand and began snapping pictures wildly of the scene as Ginger shook and came. Wave after wave she came. Kurt continued to fuck her in and out with his tongue and suck her pussy in his mouth as he did so. His top lip pressed down firmly atop her clit he was massaging it while his bottom lip rubbed that sweet spot between her anus and the start of her slit. He was moving his lips in a motion that was slightly opening and closing them while he sucked. All the while driving his tongue in and out of her like a wide, wet, flat cock. He stole a glance up at her. Her sexy body quivering. Her eyes closing and opening. Her hands kneading her big, hard nipples and fondling her breasts frantically.




Strangers on a Train



"Stop!" she finally said in a breathy voice as she gasped for air. "You have to stop for a minute!" Kurt stopped moving his mouth and tongue, but kept his tongue inside of her.

"It felt like I came a dozen times!" she said. "I really lost count. That was amazing!" Kurt smiled with his eyes, his mouth otherwise occupied. "Stand up," she told him.

Kurt slowly slid his tongue out of Ginger's pussy, adding a slow gentle lick up and over her clit as he did so. Ginger smiled and sighed. Kurt stood up in front of her. His cock standing straight out, pointing at her.

"Come closer," she told him. "You will now give me your pre-cum. The rule is you may not cum. But you will push your dick in my mouth and slowly fuck my mouth. You will let me guide you in and determine how much goes in my mouth."

Kurt stepped as close to her as he could, his shins against the bench base. He watched Ginger open her mouth and slide her tongue out as she took the mushroomed tip of his hard dick into her mouth. He felt her close her lips around it and then slowly move her head toward him, pushing his dick in deeper, her tongue pressed against the underside. She glanced at the camera still in his hand and he began snapping pictures of this gorgeous woman slowly swallowing his dick.

Ginger moved her head toward his abdomen slowly, maintaining a tight suction on his hard rod while she moved her tongue about the bottom of his cock in circular motions. She felt his engorged head approaching the back of her tongue and she readied herself. She relaxed her throat and for the first time in her life eased a man's cockhead into her throat. She felt an immediate gag reflex and had to back it out quickly, leaving only his head between her red lips. But she had heard Kurt groan and it spurred her on to go farther. She eased it back in again and looked up at Kurt's chest rising and collapsing as his breathing increased to accommodate his racing pulse. Kurt looked down and snapped pictures. Ginger felt so naughty and so free. She touched his swollen head against the entrance to her throat again and then pressed on, pushing her head closer to his body and not stopping until her nose touched his abdomen. She felt his dick stretching her throat to accommodate his width. She could sense every vein and bump on his hard, delicious cock. She felt her a warmth in her pussy and knew she was getting wet anew. She controlled her gag reflex long enough to pump Kurt's dick three times inside her throat and then she slowly backed him out of her throat and let her mouth make a sucking pop as she withdrew his dick completely from her mouth.

Kurt caught it all with the camera. And he was having a very difficult time not cumming. When she had pressed his cock down her throat the second time, pumping it in and out, he was terribly afraid he wasn't going to be able to hold on. But he had agreed to her rules and he kept the agreement. It just hoped that she would release him soon or else he was going to pass out.

Ginger watched Kurt's face. Saw the effort he was exerting to honor the deal. Saw his commitment. Understood what the delayed gratification meant to him and silently acknowledged what it meant to her. "I am very impressed," she said softly.

Kurt smiled. "So am I."

"Stand back for a moment while I change position," she told him. Kurt backed up a couple of feet. "Keep my cock hard," she told him, raising an eyebrow when she identified his member as belonging to her. Kurt nodded and slowly began fisting his stiff dick.

Ginger slipped her body off of the bench onto the floor. She lay her back flat on the carpeted floor, placing her bottom against the bench and her legs straight up perpendicular to the floor. "Pictures," she said to Kurt who was watching her intently. Kurt immediately raised the camera and began taking picture after picture.

She spread her legs far apart keeping her legs straight as she did so. Then she bent them at her knees and allowed her feet to come to rest atop the seat of the bench. All the while maintaining eye contact with Kurt and the camera. With her feet on the bench she pressed them down, lifting her bottom and as she lifted she pushed herself closer to the bench with her arms, continuing until her back was off the floor. She couldn't touch the bench with her feet anymore so she pressed them together and stretched them straight up in the air. Then she continued wriggling and pushing herself closer to the bench until her back was against the front of the bench, the small of her back against the edge of the cushion atop the bench. Her shoulders and head were all that touched the floor. The top of her arse was resting on the top edge of the bench. Her legs were straight up in the air. "Come here," she told Kurt. He walked over. "Stand over me facing the bench," she instructed. Kurt complied, looking down at her, continuing to snap image after image.

"Pay attention," she said. Kurt nodded. Ginger was holding her hips with her hands to steady herself against the bench. She slowly spread her legs apart exposing her soaking wet pussy as she did so. Kurt took picture after picture. When she had her legs wide apart she told Kurt, "Step close," and he did. She made a slight adjustment, scooting her bottom up an inch further. This put her pussy almost perfectly in line with Kurt's waist.

Kurt smiled. He knew what was coming. He'd always wanted to try this but had never been with anyone who wanted to as well. Nor anyone that was limber enough to accomplish it.

"Push you hard cock inside of me slowly," she told him. Kurt only had to lean a bit forward and Ginger shifted her hips to meet him. Holding his cock at the base and pointing it downward, Kurt slowly drove his hard spike between Ginger's swollen, incredibly wet lips and down into this goddess.

Ginger watched Kurt's thighs flex, his ass tighten and his cock slowly disappear into the depths of her sex. She almost came then. He felt so good inside of her. She saw him snapping pictures. She watched his balls tighten when he sunk his cock completely inside of her and again had to fight the urge to cum when she felt those tight balls touch and press against her hard, sensitive clit. She had dreamt of this position so many times before. She had masturbated to the fantasy hundreds of times. But she never thought she would ever be so bold as to try it. Now that she was doing it, she knew she would have to have it regularly. She also knew that she could not fight off her orgasm for long. And judging by the tightness of Kurt's sack and his groaning, he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. And she didn't want him to.

"Fair is fair," she said, her own breathing catching as she spoke. She moaned involuntarily as Kurt slightly adjusted his stance and it caused his hard dick to move inside of her. She felt her own pussy clenching in response. "You have been a good boy and deserve to be rewarded."

Kurt groaned loudly at that. He was fighting cumming with every fiber of his conscious power.

"Follow these last instructions," Ginger said, "and you may release."

"Yes," Kurt said, his voice strained.

"Drip some of your saliva down and let it fall on my puckered little arsehole," she said and she swallowed, just hearing the suggestion come out of her mouth making her excitement amp up another notch. "Then rub it with your thumb but no penetration." Ginger had never even experimented with anal play but she was feeling so liberated and open right now. So wonderfully uninhibited. She was intoxicated by this man.

Kurt thought he was horny before. When Ginger suggested he play with her arsehole he felt his heart rate jump another ten percent. Who was this woman? Where had she been his entire life? He felt so comfortable with her. He did as she instructed, allowing a long string of his saliva – not difficult to drool looking at this exceptional woman's naked body – to fall from his tongue. As soon as it puddle there, he saw her pucker tightly and flex in response. His body in turn, responded to that erotic sight, his cock twitching within the pleasurable confines of her pussy.

"Oh, Kurt," she moaned. "I felt that, baby." He started rubbing her little tight pucker-hole with his thumb.

"Oooh, yes, play with my tight little ass, Kurt," she said softly. "You want me, don't you, baby?" she asked him.

"So badly," he answered immediately. "You are so damn hot! I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"

"Do it!" she said sharply. "Fuck my pussy! Drive that cock in and out of me! Make me cum all over your cock!"

Kurt started pumping his cock in and out of her in a very fast and sharp cadence and fondled her asshole. He looked down, snapping pictures, watching her large breasts move seductively with his pounding of her cunt. Her mouth slightly agape as her brain told her body to take in as much oxygen as possible. He had never seen anything as sexy in his life, not in person and not in film. He knew he was getting close. He needed to know the final rule. "Where do you want me to cum?" he barely breathed out.

Ginger heard that question and it sent her over the edge. She started cumming again and screaming out a moan each time Kurt's dick hit its full depth and his balls slapped her clit. She felt his dick somehow getting harder and saw that look on his face. He was about to explode. Through her own orgasms she barely managed to say, whine really, "Cum in me..."

Kurt did not ask for clarification or a second assurance. He couldn't. He had no control left. He exploded inside of her. He continued moving in and out of her through his orgasm. Jet after jet of hot cum.

Ginger was already cumming when she felt the first spurt of Kurt's hot cum splash inside of her. She felt a new wave of orgasm wrack her body and she screamed again. Kurt was still driving her through both of their orgasms. Who was this man?

With a final thrust, Kurt buried himself in Ginger and felt the last of his load ooze out into her. He looked down and saw his own cum mingled with Ginger's pussy honey spilling out of her swollen lips and dripping down her tummy to her breasts and behind, over her bright red arsehole and through her perfect round cheeks. He snapped a series of pictures of the overflowing cum.

Ginger watched the same trail of cum as it ran down toward her breasts. She looked up at Kurt then reached over and ran two of her fingers up the trail, gathering the mixture on the ends of the fingers. Then without breaking eye contact, she put the fingers in her mouth, swirled the ends with her tongue to collect the cum and honey from her fingers and then sucked them clean. "Delicious," she commented and smiled.

"There's more where that came from," Kurt said, slowly pulling his cock out of Ginger's body. Then added honestly, "just give me a few minutes to recuperate."

"I can wait a few minutes," Ginger said as she got up from the floor and set herself up on the bench. Get my laptop out of my bag and bring that camera over here," she told him. We're going to look at all of these pictures we just took and I'm going to suck your dick until you cum down my throat."

Kurt smiled and shook his head. "I am so very glad I caught this train."



Strangers on a Train



I spotted you standing by the statue of the bear at Paddington Station, just as we'd agreed. At six foot four, muscular, dark haired and tanned, you were exactly like your photo. It was a warm day and you were wearing a polo shirt, shorts and deck shoes. I smiled to myself. Today was going to be a very good day. 

As you looked round I caught your eye, then turned away quickly. No contact, that was the agreement. No familiarity. 

I sauntered over to a kiosk and bought a magazine before checking what time the next train to Oxford left. Looking round I couldn't see you for a while and I began to panic, but then I saw you, at the same kiosk, buying a coffee. 

The departure board flashed and up came my platform. Number 6. A few people started heading towards it, and I followed. I walked down the platform as far as I could go, got into the last carriage, and grabbed the only available table. Sitting opposite were an old couple, she in a fur coat and he in tweed. 

As I sat down I smoothed my short skirt under me, hoping I wasn't showing too much thigh. Somehow, I didn't think they'd approve. I hoped they wouldn't be going all the way.

I watched the door, my cunt twitching in anticipation as I thought about what I was about to do. Suddenly you appeared in the carriage. You looked straight at me but showed no recognition at all. Maybe you didn't realise who I was, I thought. 

But no, you were heading down the aisle towards me, your crotch bulging slightly, a light sheen on your broad forehead. As you approached my table you looked at me enquiringly. "Is this seat taken?" you asked.

"No, go ahead," I said. I could smell your cologne, and I got a whiff of something else too, something manly and musky. My pussy contracted sharply, and I could feel the moisture on my thong.

You sat down opposite me, pulled a Kindle out of your pocket and began to read. You were chewing gum. I tried not to stare at you but all I could focus on was the shape of your mouth, the softness of your lips and the glimpses of your tongue I got now and then. 

The thought of your tongue circling my clit send another wave of warmth through my body and I could feel my wetness on my thighs. Jeez, if you could do this without even touching me ...! 

Needing to distract myself, I pulled out the magazine and began to flick through the pages. Suddenly I felt your bare foot slide up my shin and along my thigh. For a moment it stopped, your leg resting on mine, skin against skin. I felt my breath quicken and I shifted slightly in my seat. Then I felt your foot move lower till your toes were resting on the mound of my pussy. 

I looked at you and you met my gaze, blue eyes holding mine steadily, a hint of amusement in them. As we continued to stare at each other I felt your foot dip into my cunt, a toe brushing against my clit. 

I gripped the table firmly and tried hard not to make a noise but a soft moan escaped my lips, and you laughed. The woman at the table opposite looked across angrily and pointed at the "Quiet carriage" sign on the window. You indicated towards your Kindle, as if you'd read something funny. 

All the while your toe was circling my clit, pressing on my love button, massaging my lips. Every now and then you would push your big toe into my cunt, wiggling it against the walls and sending my entire body into spasms of delight. I bit my lip, sat back in the chair and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of being toe-fucked while the posh couple sat opposite in complete ignorance. 

You buried your toe deeper inside my folds, rubbed your foot against me, over and over. I felt my orgasm take over me, and I shook slightly as the waves of heat spread from my clit to my cunt to my ass, and then throughout my whole body. I could feel my face was flushed and sweaty, and the lady opposite could see it too. She looked at me intently. 

"Bit hot here," I mumbled, blushing even more. 

Just then we pulled into a station and the old couple gathered their possessions and left the train, the woman throwing me a look of disgust as she went. I had a feeling she knew what we'd been up to - but I didn't care. 

"Would you like me to open the window?" you asked with a smile. Removing your foot from my groin, you stood up and slid open the window - while I slid under the table and crouched on the floor. 

You sat down again and spread your legs out in front of you, and I dived under one knee and made myself comfortable. Your crotch was directly in front of me, the denim of your shorts training over the bulge within. I started to rub your crotch, kneading your cock with my fingers, sliding my hand under your ass cheeks and stroking your hardening balls. 

You slid forwards in the chair a little and I undid your fly one button at a time, slipping my finger inside to feel the warmth of your manhood. As I undid the last button your cock sprang out, thick and strong. 

I wrapped my hand around it and starting pumping up and down, squeezing my fingers together as they passed over the smooth head. I could feel the blood pumping in your veins as I stroked your hard cock fully, my hand brushing against your balls each time I reached the base. 

Suddenly I saw feet walking towards us, heard a voice saying "Tickets please," over and over. I watched the feet get closer and closer, then stop at our table. "Tickets please," the guard said. 

As you went to answer, I slipped your cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head as I did so. I heard you gasp and fumble in your pocket for your ticket. I moved my head forwards, inching your cock into my mouth further and further until I had swallowed it whole. 

Slowly I moved my mouth up and down your cock, feeling the head rub against the back of my throat each time I took it in, sucking at the head and tasting the salt, licking it, circling my tongue around your helmet, under the rim, probing your hole with my warm wet tongue. 

As you reached out to show the guard your ticket I squeezed your balls, my other hand sliding under your ass. The guard walked off and I slipped a finger between your butt cheeks, pressing on your tight asshole. 

All the while I was sliding your cock in and out of your mouth, my teeth scraping on the sensitive head every time I nearly let it slip from my mouth. I felt you start to tense and then judder, your spunk shooting into my mouth, hot and sweet and salty. I swallowed it quickly, then withdrew your cock and licked it clean. 

After tucking you away in your pants and buttoning you up, I slid out for under the table and stood up, only to come face to face with the guard, who was walking back down the carriage. He looked at me quizzically. 

"Umm, just getting my ticket," I said. "I dropped it under the table." He smiled at me lasciviously, threw you a glance and carried on towards the driver's compartment. He'll have a thing or two to tell him, I thought.

I sat back down and looked at you, shyly. You were grinning, your blue eyes sparkling as you read your Kindle. As we pulled into the station and I left the train I wondered what you'd been reading. I might have to treat myself that that too ...



Strangers on a Train



I glared out the window of the noon train. There wasn't much in the way of scenery, unless you counted seeing junkyards or other passing trains. Every once in a while the train route would allow us to pass through some small farm country. But, even then, it still wasn't all that amazing to look at. I swished through songs on my iPod as I sang along to the one currently playing. Fortunately, for me, I was sitting alone in the open coach compartment. It wasn't unusual for the train to be completely empty during midday. As I began singing to the next song, I could feel the train begin to slow. I glared out the window as the train pulled into the station with a big plaque reading "Trenton Station". I was now in Trenton, New Jersey. Just an hour's ride from Townsend, Delaware, where I started. I was on my usual Friday trip to Seabrook, New Hampshire. Being I had Fridays off, I would go up to visit family, and then stay the weekend. This was a kept up tradition since college, which I graduated about two years ago. I could see people shuffle back and forth on the station platform, and for whatever reason I realized I had to pee. Still singing aloud, I got up and headed to the train restroom. 

I washed my hands while watching myself sing to Twin Sister's "All Around and Away We Go". I laughed at myself as I tried giving what I thought was a seductive look into the mirror. I've always thought I wasn't much to look at, but, apparently to everyone else, I was movie star beautiful. I had always been compared to Nina Dobrev when it came to my looks. From my face and dark brown hair down to the way my voice sounded and the way my body looked. Yes, it was true. Even I had to admit it was kind of eerie. I continued singing as I exited the train restroom. I immediately stopped once I saw another passenger sitting in the same open coach train compartment as me. Knowing that I had been heard, I simply smiled as I made my way to my seat. It was a guy about my age, maybe a little older. He had golden brown eyes, short light brown hair, a squared off face, with neatly trimmed facial hair. He was the very definition of the word handsome.

After I sat, I once again went back to gazing out the train window. Within five minutes, the train was on the move again. I pondered to myself on whether to give him a quick glance or just keep my eyes on the scenery outside the train. I finally decided to give him a quick look over. He sat just four rows in front of me, on the opposite aisle. I stared at him before noticing he was turning his head toward me. Without thinking, I quickly turned my gaze back to the train window. I could feel my cheeks blush as I knew I had almost been caught. A few moments passed by before I noticed him out of the corner of my eye, standing next to me. I paused the song I was listening to and looked up at him. He looked about six feet tall, and had a very muscular build. He wore a blue cardigan over a grey buttoned up shirt, navy colored jeans, with black converse shoes. He definitely looked dressed to impress, in a casual sort of way.

"Excuse me," he said in a mildly husky voice. "I don't mean to bother you, but being we are the only two within this compartment, may I sit next to you?"

"Yea, sure." I smiled. 

"I'm sorry, how rude of me. I'm Brian."

"Hi, Brian. I'm Claire."

"It's nice to meet you Claire. Let me just go get my stuff."

As he walked over to retrieve his things, which consisted of a brown over the shoulder book bag and a black leather duffle bag, I moved my purse out of the aisle seat next to me and onto my lap. While he walked back over to sit next to me, I smiled while also feeling my cheeks blush once more. I nervously wrapped my headphones around my iPod before shoving it into my purse. 

"So, where are you headed? If you don't mind me asking." He said putting his bags onto the floor in front of him.

"No, not at all. I'm headed to Seabrook. What about you?"

"Portsmouth. I'm staying with my brother for a week."

We talked for a good hour as the train clanked along the track. We talked about the different facets of our lives, the colleges we went to, our families, our tastes in food, and the many other interests we had. He told me about his career as a chef, and how the restaurant he works for would be moving to Portsmouth in two weeks; he also shared how this trip to spend a week with his brother would not only be a good opportunity to visit him, but to also look for a place nearby where the restaurant was to be opened. I told him about the small publishing company I work for in Townsend as an assistant editor, and how I was making my weekly visit to Seabrook to spend the weekend with my family. 

"No luggage?" He asked seeing only my purse.

"Don't need it. I keep some spare clothes at my parent's place."

"I have to be honest about why I wanted to come sit next to you," he smiled. "It's just you're very beautiful, and I heard you singing in the restroom. I'm sorry, I definitely lack tactfulness." 

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself." I giggled while looking into his golden brown eyes. "Also, tactfulness is overrated."

"When I got on the train I heard your amazing voice coming from the restroom. Then when you came out, I knew I had to get to know you," he said nervously blushing. "Plus, you also look eerily like the actress Nina Dobrev."

"I get that quite a lot," I laughed. "But, just between you and me, I think I'm prettier."

"Well, also just between you and me, I do too!" He laughed with me. 

We locked eyes as our laughter subsided. It seemed like we spent hours silently gazing into each other's eyes, even though it was more like a minute or two. Brian interrupted the silence by giving me a kiss. At first I was surprised, but then after the first couple of seconds I gave into it. His lips were so soft and supple, but also quite firm. It wasn't hard to find myself slipping into the pleasure of his kiss. But just as I was becoming immersed in the pleasure his lips brought me, he pulled away.

"I apologize," he blushed. "I just..."

"It's okay," I said trying to pull myself together. "You just got swept up in..."

I immediately found myself grabbing onto Brian's face with my hands and pulling him in for another kiss, knocking my purse onto the floor in front of me. The difference between this kiss, and the one before it, was how much more forceful my lips seemed to be. My lips not only took the lead, but also guided Brain's where to follow. I could feel as his hands cautiously moved their way to my back, and then up to my head. Eventually, I found myself tugging at his lips with my own. Every time I tugged on a lip he'd push my head deeper into the kiss. I not only could feel his lips between my own, but I could feel as his facial hair grazed against my chin. The sensation of his lips, facial hair, and hands once again immersed me into a pleasure that was slowly spreading throughout my body. Only this time, the pleasure was multiplied greatly. Our breathing got heavier as our kissing became more passionate. It wasn't long before I felt as though this kiss was merging us into one, as my lips no longer felt like my own. I was so caught up in the pleasure of the kiss that I didn't notice as the train slowly pulled into the next station.

"We should probably stop," he breathed as he pulled himself away.

"Let's not," I said catching my breath. 

Brain rested his forehead onto mine, his hands loosely placed on my shoulders. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of our heavy breathing, and the shuffled feet of people outside on the train station platform. 

"What if someone were to walk in?"

"Let them," I whispered. "Can I help it if I want more?"

He smiled, looking into my eyes. Brian then tilted his head up and kissed my forehead. The kiss sent a wave of pleasure down through my body. His kisses were unlike any others I'd ever experienced. I placed my hands to his face and pulled him closer into me, my mouth only inches from his left ear. 

"I want more!" I whispered into his ear seductively.

Before I knew it, Brian was kissing along the side of my neck as the train clanked away from the station. My breathing quickened as I felt his lips caress softly into my skin. Each touch of his lips to my neck sent a chill of pleasure down my body. I held my hands against his back as if to keep him in place, while his hands explored from my shoulders to my waist. Brian slowly worked his way down to the clavicle of my neck. 

"Wait," I whispered.

Brian stopped, turning his head to look around the train compartment. Realizing it was still empty, he turned back to me with a look of confusion. I smiled as I shoved him further back into his seat, while straddling myself into his lap. 

"I think this is much better," I giggled.

"Me, too!" He smiled widely.

He lifted himself to kiss me once more, but I held him in place. Instead, I smiled as I bent over him and began kissing alongside his neck, like he did me. I started at his jawline, feeling his facial hair beneath my lips, before I slowly made my way down toward his chest. I softly caressed my lips against the top portion of his chest that was exposed out from underneath his grey buttoned up shirt. I sat up as Brian lifted himself forward to remove his blue cardigan. After throwing it onto my seat, I pushed him back down. I then found myself slowly unbuttoning his grey buttoned up shirt until both his chest and abdomen were visible. He had a nice pair of pectoral muscles to go with his six pack abs, as well as having a slightly above average amount of chest and body hair. His chest hair was dark brown in color, and ran from the center of his chest down to the base of his pubic region. I glided both of my hands from the top of his chest down to the base of his abdomen. He smiled as I reached back up to his chest and began massaging around his nipples. While my hands played with his nipples, his hands rested gently on my waist. But soon he was reaching up underneath my teal buttoned up sleeveless tank and feeling his way toward my upper abdomen. Brian was surprised once his hands made their way to my B cup sized breasts and he realized I wasn't wearing a bra. He gripped my breasts firmly into his hands and began squeezing them gently. It wasn't long before I was gyrating my hips over his pelvic area. 

After a couple of minutes of me gyrating, and Brian squeezing on my breasts, he took his hands out from underneath my buttoned up sleeveless tank. The next thing I knew Brian was tearing open my teal buttoned up sleeveless tank, abruptly exposing my breasts, as well as scattering the white buttons to my sleeveless tank everywhere upon the floor. He then sat up, wrapped his arms around my waist, and began kissing in between my breasts before sucking on them. I could feel a chill of pleasure race through my body as he switched sucking from one breast to the other. The pleasure only increased as he sucked longer, and harder, upon my breasts. I also began to feel Brian's penis become more erect from underneath his navy colored jeans. I pushed Brian back down into his seat, and returned the favor by sucking on his nipples. 

"That feels great," he moaned.

I gradually worked my way from sucking on Brain's nipples to kissing down his abdomen. We soon felt as the train slowed in speed before pulling into another station, again. Once the train came to a stop, Brian looked around the train compartment while I gazed out the window onto the train station platform. Both the train station platform, and the compartment we were in, were entirely void of people. It appeared that Brian and I were in the clear. While the train was still, I used this opportunity to stand up and pull down my white denim shorts, revealing the black thong I had on underneath. But, before Brian could get used to the idea of me in a thong, I pulled them down, too. I then threw my white denim shorts, along with my black thong, onto my seat next to the window. I went back to straddling Brian in his seat just as the train began to pull out of the station. I smiled as I gyrated my vagina over the outside of Brian's navy colored jeans, feeling the tight bulge that was his erect penis. This time his penis felt harder than before. His hands soon found their way to my clitoris, vibrating it gently before picking up speed. The vibration of his hands upon my clitoris sent a new chill of pleasure throughout my body, which was more intense and euphoric. 

I leaned back with my hands on Brain's knees to hold myself up as he continued to massage rapidly around my clitoris. Soon, his left hand was exploring every aspect of my vagina. He began by gliding his fingers over the lips of my vagina before stopping at my vaginal opening, all the while still vibrating his right hand on my clitoris. It wasn't long before he began fingering me gently with his left hand, and massaging my clitoris with his right. I couldn't help but smile as he slowly increased speed. As the pleasure within me increased with every second, it began to feel more like a wave of electricity than a chill. But, as fast as it had started, it stopped as Brian decreased his speed. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and laying me on the aisle floor. He then raised my legs onto his shoulders and shoved his mouth into my vagina. It felt amazing as he licked, poked, and prodded every inch of my vagina with his tongue, lips, and nose. I could only tilt my head back as the intensified pleasure within me overtook all my senses. It felt like every single part of my body was surging with electricity. I found myself so overcome with euphoria that I began giggling. When I looked up, I saw that Brian had his navy colored jeans, as well as his dark grey boxer briefs, pulled down to his knees; he had himself raised onto all fours, and was stroking his erect penis. From the way that I was angled, I could see that his pubic area was nicely trimmed, as well as having pubic hairs the same dark brown color as the rest of his body. 

"Your turn!" I breathed, tapping my left hand on the aisle floor. 

Brian smiled as we switched places on the aisle floor. He took off his jeans and boxer briefs, as well as his black converse shoes, before lying on his back so I could stroke his erect penis with both of my hands. His penis was eight inches in length, almost as thick as an average sized banana, and slightly tanner in color than the rest of his body. I started stroking at a leisurely pace, gradually building up the speed. I could feel as his penis throbbed beneath my hands. As I began to stroke it faster, his penis began to jump more and more. Brian was soon releasing pre-cum all over the top portion of his penis, which I used as lube while I stroked it harder and faster. I created a stroking pace of gentle to fast, back down to gentle. I did this as a way of teasing Brain, but also as a way to prevent him from ejaculating early. I repeated this process several times before I finally began sucking on his penis. Along the same lines of the stroking pace I'd created, I began sucking slowly, working my way to a faster speed before slowing back down. While I did so, I also gradually progressed his erect penis deeper into my mouth. Eventually, I was able to reach the base of it with my lips. 

I continued to suck on Brian's eight inch penis, all the while filling the empty train compartment with a slurping sound. After several minutes, I found myself experimenting with different ways to orally please him. I tried swirling my tongue around the head of his penis, humming to create a vibrating sensation, and even massaging his testicles with my hands. All attempts appeared to be working, as his penis would tremble within my mouth with each experiment I tried. As I pleased him, I also began pleasing myself. I began rubbing the fingers of my right hand all around my vagina, making sure to work my way into every crevice. I massaged from my clitoris down to the opening of my vagina, keeping in tangent to the stroking pace I was using on Brian. Before long, my vagina was swollen and pinkish red, as well as being slightly damper then before. 

"I'm getting close!" Brian warned, sitting up to face me.

I removed Brian's penis from my mouth before maneuvering myself into a sitting position in front of him. I leaned back, with my legs spread wide open, and continued to playfully massage all around my vagina. Brian watched hypnotically as I played with myself. I became more aroused as his gaze lingered. I, in return, gazed about Brian's genitals; my eyes worked their way from his still fully erect penis down to his egg sized testicles. His testicles hung about four to five inches from his body, accentuating his erect penis nicely. I gradually switched from massaging my vagina, to fingering it. I started slowly, working my way to a faster tempo. My vagina felt roused, lubricated, and firmly pliable. I fondled myself deeper, unaware that the train had reduced in speed. I didn't even notice the train had pulled into the next station on our route until Brian quickly turned his gaze toward the train window. I, too, looked out the window onto the station platform. We both heard the distant shuffling of feet outside on the station platform as we sat motionless. The only other sound I heard was that of my racing heart. I could feel as the adrenaline pumped throughout my body, making me feel both aroused and scared at the same time. My fear, as well as my arousal, was valid as both Brian and I were naked, though I still wore my now torn, buttonless teal sleeveless tank. When the train finally pulled out of the station, a wave of relief flooded through the both of us. 

"Was your heart racing?" I asked smiling.

"What do you mean, was?" he breathed. "It still is. What about you?"

"It was, and still kind of is. But, surprisingly, I feel even more sexually aroused then before!"

"You make me so sexually aroused that my dick is fucking hard as a rock."

"Do I now?" I smiled, taking my right hand to finger myself again. 

"Yea!" Brian laughed. "Watching you touch yourself makes me wanna fuck you so damn hard!"

I giggled as Brian rushed his way over to me, with an aroused look in his eyes. He pushed me down on my back before grabbing my legs, one in each hand. He slid off my four inch teal wedges from each foot before he threw them over by my seat. He then positioned his pre-cum and saliva lubricated penis over my waxed pubic area and moved my legs tightly together. Brian thrust his erect penis between my thighs while he held his arms firmly around my legs, grunting the entire time. I could feel as Brian's testicles slammed into my vagina, sending a quick vibration through me every time. I began to massage my nipples as Brian locked eyes with me. He looked intense, almost animalistic. It wasn't long before I could see more pre-cum drip from the head of his penis as his thrusts continued. As the pre-cum dripped out of him, I swiped it up with my fingers and began to rub it into my nipples, and surrounding breast tissue. This made Brian even wilder, as he began to thrust his penis even faster in between my legs. Without hesitation, he let go of my legs and began to position his penis to enter my vagina. 

"Do you have a condom?" I asked, covering my vagina with my right hand.

"I think so," he grunted. "Let me look."

Brian crazily rushed toward his navy colored jeans on the aisle floor behind us. He dug through his pockets until he found his black leather wallet. He searched madly through the wallet for a condom, but couldn't find one. He then raced for his bags by his seat, digging through them frantically. Eventually, he pulled out a small fluorescent yellow colored wrapper, waving it excitedly above his head. 

"I found one!" he smiled widely.

"I can see that," I giggled. "Let me help you put it on."




Strangers on a Train



As I saw the train pull up I kept thinking how much I was looking forward to this trip. If my parents were to ask why I would have told them that it was because I was looking forward to seeing my cousin. And I was; even though she was a few years older than me we had grown up together and were practically sisters. After she got married they had to move away because of his job, and I didn't get to see Hannah as much as I wanted to. Now I was going to get to spend a few weeks with her, while at the same time getting a break from my parents, school and my recent break-up from Scott. However I knew this wasn't the only reason I was excited about this trip. Hell, it wasn't even the main reason anymore. 

I felt so naughty standing there on the platform, knowing what I was about to do. Ever since the idea had popped into my head a few days before my pussy had been constantly wet, and even now I could feel my rock hard nipples pushing against my bra. When the train stopped I glanced at my ticket to check where I needed to go, and again giggled at the information printed on it; Taylor Johansen, male. Few days ago I had been online buying my ticket into the sleeper train that would take me to my cousin. As I was booking my trip the idea of sharing a cabin with a strange woman wasn't that appealing, and for a second I thought how nice it would be to have a guy there instead. I'd always gotten along better with boys, and now that Scott was history a little flirting with someone new didn't sound like such a bad idea either. I could feel my pussy clench at the idea. But apparently the train company didn't agree with my preference, as it stated on the website you had to share with the same sex if you were travelling alone. 

I continued with the order, and was on the last page checking my details when the "edit" button on the corner caught my attention. I stared at the screen for a second biting my lip, and then clicked the button and altered my information from female to male. I quickly checked out before I could change my mind again. 

I found my compartment easily and settled in as quickly as I could. The train wouldn't be departing until midnight, but I had been so excited I had gotten to the station way before the departure time. While I was waiting I walked to the mirror and made sure my tits were looking their best in the tight tank top I had squeezed them in. Had my parents seen me wearing this they would have freaked, but I had covered myself with a bulky sweater until they had driven off after giving me a lift to the station. Truth be told I wasn't used to wearing something this revealing and had been a bit self-conscious at first, but the admiring looks I had gotten while waiting for the train had made me more brazen as my pussy got wetter. I thought how it could be any one of these guys I saw. I was determined to get fucked tonight, and I didn't really care by who. 

Little before midnight I heard the door handle creak open. I had spent a good while trying to figure out how to position myself on the bed, and finally decided to lay on my stomach facing the door while pretending to read a magazine. I figured this would give a good eyeful of both my cleavage and my tight ass to the guy walking through the door. As the door swung open I threw my shoulders back for maximum effect and watched as a man walked in with his suitcases. He was probably in his late fifties, with some grey hair on his temples. Definitely some extra around the waist but I didn't mind, and him being tall with broad shoulders had my pussy purring. I locked eyes with him, and tried to hide my amusement at his confusion. The guy had clearly not been expecting to be greeted by a young petite blonde. 

"I... I'm sorry. I think I'm in the wrong place, I meant to go into number 38" he said while trying to check the number on the door. 

"No, this is 38. I don't understand. Are you in the right carriage? This is 21" I answered while trying to look as innocent and surprised as I could. Keep your babyblues open wide Taylor, that always gets them, I kept thinking to myself. 

"Yes, that's what's on my ticket, carriage 21, compartment 38" he said obviously confused. "I thought these were single-sex compartments?"

"So did I! Let me check my ticket again" I chirped as I pulled my ticket out from my bag. From the corner of my eye I could see him use the opportunity to get an eyeful of my perky tits.

"Yeah, my information matches, I'm definitely in the right place! I don't underst...oh no. Oh no! My ticket has me down as a male!" I said in my best mock-shocked voice. Damn it Taylor, you should get an Oscar for this performance I thought while being careful to not let my amusement show. 

After couple of minutes of general confusion and comparing tickets I finally made my move: "So... I know this is my mistake and all, but I really, really need to get to my cousin's. Would you mind sharing with me tonight?" I bit my lip after my proposition and looked at him pleadingly while I waited for his answer. 

He swallowed hard before agreeing: "Hell, it's only one night, and we both have places to be! If you don't mind sharing with an old man like me then why would I want to kick a lovely little thing like yourself out?" He smiled and again took a quick look down my shirt. 

"Oh don't be silly, you're not old" I said while pressing my body against his and giving him a peck on the cheek. 

***

As we unpacked a few things and got settled in we chatted about this and that. Turned out Richard was a married father of three on his way to visit his brother who lived in the same town as my cousin. As he was about the climb up onto his bed I asked him if he wouldn't mind staying up a little longer with me and playing a game of cards. He agreed, and we sat down on my bed and I dealt the cards. Richard won both games and jokingly teased me about having won two bags of peanuts off of me. I asked for a change to win my losses back. He laughed and said there would have to be a very good incentive for him to risk losing all his winnings. 

"What if we played strip poker for a change?" I asked with a wicked smile. I could see him swallow hard again as his face turned red. 

"Well, I don't know... that wouldn't be very appropriate in the circumstances, now would it" he stammered while moving his hands to cover his lap. 

"Oh come on, it's just a little fun! And you asked to up the stakes" I teased and winked at him. 

"I suppose I did, but..." 

"No buts! I'm dealing" I interrupted before he had a change to turn me down. 

Soon enough we had both gotten rid of the less interesting pieces of clothing like socks, and as I had lost another hand I teased Richard about how he was taking the shirt off my back. I slowly pulled my tank top off making sure I stopped for a second when I was pulling it over my face to make sure he got a good view of my breast. I had bought a new lacy push-up bra just for the occasion, and my c-cups were looking magnificent even if I say so myself. I could see him struggle to tear his eyes away from them, and I smiled to myself while I dealt the cards again. 

***

The last hand. My pussy was dripping excitement while Richard still desperately tried to hide his raging hard on. I had cursed under my breath at the good hand I had gotten, and changed some cards to make sure I lost. My heart was pounding as I laid out my hand and watched as he put down his winning cards. I moaned in mock-disappointment and Richard chuckled. 

"No peanuts for you, missy!" 

"No, I guess not. Okay, you won, so here goes" I got up, slid my thumbs under the sides of my lacy little panties and slowly pulled them down while Richard's lust-filled eyes took in every inch of my young body and trimmed pussy. I stepped out of my underwear, crawled back on the bed and leaning back slowly spread my legs open. My pussy was dripping with my need as I moved my hands from my thighs up to my tits and started pinching my nipples between my fingers. 

"Mmmh...so, you won, what would you like as your prize?" I teased as I dipped my finger into my pussy and brought it to my lips to taste my juices. 

I could see his lust finally taking over as he lunged at me, moved on top of me and planted his lips on mine. He kissed me hard, opened my mouth with his and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hands groping me all over while his hard dick pressed on my stomach. We kept kissing like horny teenagers while I moved my hips under him, desperate to be filled with his dick. Our moaning and panting filled the room. His hands settled on my breasts and I lowered my hands to remove his underwear. He wiggled out of them and I could finally see the gloriously thick cock that was dripping precum. My pussy convulsed and I made a grab for Richard's cock to get it inside me. The sharp slap on my wrist made me pull my hand back in shock. 

"You little slut. You're not in control anymore, I am. You've been asking for this the whole night, and now I'm going to use you as I see fit." 

At that Richard picked up his belt from the floor and roughly tied my hands above my head. I had no way to move, and when I saw the look on his face I for a moment thought if this whole thing had been a huge mistake. 

As I lay there helpless he moved his mouth on my tits and started sucking my left nipple while using his hand on my right breast. His other hand started circling around my pussy lips, teasing me but never giving me what I wanted. I lifted my hips up trying to get his finger inside me, but received a hard slap again, this time on my wet pussy lips. I moaned loudly, and I couldn't figure out if it was in pain or pleasure. Richard removed his hands from me, bit my nipple and pulled away from me. He stood there smirking and looking down at me as I panted and writhed helplessly. 

"Is this what you want?" he asked as he started stroking his cock. I nodded. 

"Say it." 

"I want your cock in me. Please fuck me!" I moaned. 

He laughed again, crawled over me and brought his throbbing cock to my face. I'd only given a few blowjobs to Scott but I knew what to do, so I opened my mouth in anticipation. Instead Richard took his cock and started slapping my face with it. He smeared precum all over my face before stuffing the head of his cock into my willing mouth. I felt so filthy as I lay there with a stranger's hard cock in my mouth while my juices were dripping onto the bed. 

"Oh yes, what a good little cocksucker you are. Someone has taught you well. Take all of it, you slut." he growled as he pushed his dick deeper into my mouth. I gagged a little as I was not used to a cock this big; Scott was my first and only one, and compared to this guy he had been hung like an elf. I tried to control my breathing and was able to take the cock deeper into my mouth. Richard moaned but was clearly not done as he kept pushing it further. Finally I could feel his balls against my chin. 

"Good girl" he said while stroking my hair. Slowly he started moving his hips and soon he was fucking my face with a steady rhythm while grunting. I loved every second laying there tied up under a man old enough to be my father while he used me as his fucktoy. I moaned around his thick cock as I felt his sweat dripping on me. 

Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I made a disappointed little groan. 

"Oh don't worry sweetheart, we're not done yet" he chuckled as he gave my face one more slap with his dick. Moving down my body he licked me everywhere until he got to my pussy. I could feel his warm breath over my lips and squirmed again trying to get some release. I felt his tongue enter me and my pussy clenched around it as he used it to fuck me. I was panting and could feel my orgasm getting closer while my juices were dripping down his chin and onto the bed. 

"You're making such a mess here, you're creaming all over the place. I've never met such a willing little fuckhole in all my life" he said as he removed his tongue and pulled himself up. He pushed his body over me and I felt the head of his big cock poking around my slippery folds. When it found my hole Richard stared deep into my eyes and then plunged the head of his cock into my needy pussy with a sudden thrust. I felt like I was being split in two and screamed as his cock invaded me. 

"Shut up slut, you begged for this. Oh man, you don't get this kind of treat at home! You have such a tight little cunt" he growled as he forced his cock deeper and deeper. I whined my pleasure and pain under him as he used me just like I'd hoped he would. 

He bottomed out in me, took a second to grind his balls against my ass then pulled his cock out until only the tip was inside. As I moaned he did it again, before grabbing a firm hold of my hips as he started to pound me as hard as he could. His chest hair teased my nipples while his cock plunged in and out of me. I felt so small being crushed under this grown man's weight as he used me and I wrapped my legs behind his back. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass finally brought home what a horny little slut I really was and I came harder than I ever had. 

"That's it, good girl. Let me feel your pussy cum around my cock" he panted in my ear as my orgasm tore through me. 

When I finally came down I felt him pull his cock out of my pussy and flip me over onto my stomach. "Get on your knees" he commanded, and I struggled to get up as my hands were still firmly tied. 

I kneeled there and felt his hands fondle my round ass. Then his other hand pushed me down roughly by the back of my neck leaving my firm ass pointing up in the air. I was submitting to him completely and loved every second. I moaned as his cock plunged into me again and he started fucking me with long, slow strokes. He lowered his torso onto my back and I whimpered as I felt his sweat covering my back. I was like a horny little bitch in heat that was offering my pussy to any male who wanted it. Richard moved his hands to my tits and pinched my nipples while biting my earlobe. 

"Little girl, I love how tight you are. Soon I'm going to fill your little cunt with my seed" he whispered before pulling himself up, grabbing my hips again and resuming the hard pounding he was giving me before. I could feel his cock getting bigger and stretching my poor pussy even further as he was getting closer to cumming in me. The thought of letting this old, strange man shoot his sperm into my unprotected womb tipped me over the edge again and my cunt clamped down on his cock. This was too much for Richard who bellowed as he shot his first spurt inside of me. I felt his hot liquid shooting into me and moaned in ecstasy. Richard kept pumping his cock in and out of me while he kept shooting and filling me up with his seed. 

Finally we were both done. Richard kept his cock inside of my pussy as he pushed my hips down and laid on top of me. I could hear him panting next to my ear while his cum was slowly leaking out of my used hole. His cock was getting soft but was still firmly lodged inside of me. After a while I asked him if he would untie me and let me stretch a bit. 

"Don't be stupid. I can't let you go yet, we have a long night ahead of us. And a hole we haven't used yet." He pushed his hand between us and started fingering my asshole as his cock twitched inside of me.



Strangers on a Train



She was in an extremely bad mood. She had overslept, not had time for her morning shower and breakfast, just dressed quickly and straight out of the door. She didn't even feel properly dressed as she had put the first pair of panties on she had grabbed which was a thong and she hadn't had time to put her tights on and she felt more comfortable wearing them when wearing a thong under her short business skirt, however she had pair in her bag to put on at work.

Now here she was at the back of the morning crowd waiting to board the train to work, where she was going to end up standing all the way there in one of the aisles where all those not early enough to be at the front and get a seat had to stand packed like sardines on the daily overcrowded train.

At last the train arrived and the mad scramble to get on began. Her worst fears were realised. Here she was, packed tightly in the mass of those who had to stand, unable to move, trapped in a claustrophobic scent of sweat and too much aftershave which the mostly middle aged men seemed to think was compulsory.

She was in a dark mood as the journey began. Not the smoothest of journeys, she was constantly being bumped into those surrounding and in front of her, while being bumped into herself by those behind her. 

Consumed in her angry thoughts, it took her a while to realise something wasn't right. The next couple of bumps confirmed her suspicion. Whoever was behind her was using the bumping to press an erection against her bottom. Anger flowed through her as she regretted not putting her long overcoat on, and the nerve of the man behind her.

She decided to wait a few minutes to be sure before confronting the penis thruster behind her. There it was, every bump of the train and she felt it press against her bottom. While waiting she had calmed down a bit and a feeling of being flattered was mixing in with her anger and also a touch of excitement at the thought of turning a stranger on. Deciding to play him at his own game, on the next bump she pushed her bottom backwards. The quiet little gasp she heard and the harder feeling of the hardness against her caused a little dampness in her thong. 

All anger gone now, she played along with this game, backing into his hardness every thrust for a few bumpy miles, becoming wetter all the time. At last curiosity overcame the delightful feeling this little game was giving her and she decided to turn round and see who this hard penis thruster was.

It was a struggle in the crush but at last she found herself facing her tormentor. No handsome hunk as she had half hoped, just a typical middle aged business man, in his typical long black overcoat holding a typical briefcase. Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead and face as she looked him in the eye. "I, I, I'm s s s so sorry" he stammered quietly, "I, I just couldn't help it, I've never done this before, I am so sorry".

More turned on than she had been for a long time, she pressed against him, her hard nipples pressing into him and leaned forward, put her mouth to his ear and whispered quietly "A gentleman would have put his briefcase in front of this you naughty man" and rubbed the back of her hand across his crutch, feeling the bulging hardness. Both his eyes, and his mouth opened wide with surprise. 

Enjoying the reaction she'd evoked, she began rubbing his hardness with the back of her hand while looking into his glazed open eyes. Again she leaned forward and began whispering in his ear. Silently he nodded his sweat streaked face and whispered "Yes, yes, oh my god yes" Satisfied that he would do as she'd told him, she stopped her teasing of him and squirmed in the crush to turn round again so once more her back was to him.

Almost immediately he began following her whispered instructions. He pressed himself against her, she could feel his excited penis against her bottom all the time now. Reaching down with her hands she took hold of each side of his overcoat and pulled it forward slightly. She felt his hand pull down his zip behind her and lift her skirt slightly, then he released his hard penis from his trousers and moved forward as far as he could. A soft excited moan left her lips as she felt his hard naked penis pressed against her bottom. She shifted her legs slightly and the hard tip slid between them, pressing against her thong clad pussy. Gently she began slowly pushing back and forth against it with the short movements the cramped space allowed. Each time the train rocked and bumped causing him to thrust it almost brought a cry to her lips, the feeling of his hardness rubbing her and the heavy breathing from behind had her on the verge of an orgasm.

As his breathing became heavier and he started thrusting even on the smoother parts of the journey she realised he was close to cumming. Unable to resist, she began a wiggling thrusting movement, not caring if anyone guessed what they were up to. Suddenly the train hit a particularly bumpy stretch of track and she heard a gasp from behind and a warmth on her thighs and the crotch of her soaking thong as he came on her. Past the point of caring, she quickly let go of his coat, struggled to turn round and pressed against him. She reached down, took hold of his still hard penis and guided it under the front of her skirt and into her thong, the hard tip against her aching clitoris. A minute and another bumpy stretch of track later, she was biting on her lip as he came again all over her clitoris, also releasing the explosion that had been building up in her, giving her a shuddering orgasm, thankful that her strange cock thruster was holding on to her. 

As the feeling subsided, she looked at him and said "Nice meeting you, we may bump into each other again sometime" straightened her skirt and began getting ready to leave the train which had also arrived at its destination.



Strangers on a Train



The porter struggled behind me with my luggage as I neared the train. People streamed left and right while the long sleek train sat purring at the platform, ready to carry us on our journey.

I took the conductors hand, adjusted my tight skirt and stepped up onto the train as people bustled past. "Bonjour, Madame," he said and, as he checked my tickets, I checked my hair in the glass door. The conductor led the way to my compartment while the porter followed us, banging into the compartment doors with my luggage. The conductor opened the compartment door and a young woman seated on one of the two bench seats, looked up from her book.

"Qui êtes-vous? I demanded and she looked back and forth between us and shrugged as the porter sniggered in the hallway." Je ne comprends pas," I said icily to the conductor who nervously explained the train was full and even though I had requested to travel alone, it was necessary to share the compartment. Somehow my reservations had been confused and now I had to share my sleeping compartment with a stranger.

I glared at him for a long moment as he wiped his face with a grubby handkerchief." Que tu es emmerdant!" I hissed and stormed into the compartment, arranging myself on the bench seat opposite the young woman while the porter stored my luggage. As they backed out of the compartment, apologising profusely, I ignored them and settled into my magazine while seething quietly with my anger. When the train jolted and started to move, the young woman squealed with delight and leaned against the large window to watch the station roll slowly past. "God in heaven," I thought bitterly to myself, "she is but a child!" 

After a while, she lost interest in the passing scene and settled back with her book. Surreptitiously I tried to see what she was reading, expecting some tawdry romance novel but it was covered in a plain loose cover so I slyly examined her instead.

I guessed she was perhaps eight or ten years younger than myself, fresh faced with long blonde hair in a silly ponytail and dressed in a bulky light blue sweater, pleated gray skirt and pink sneakers with white sox. Obviously, no sense of fashion, I thought and as it appeared she was hiding large breasts in that ugly sweater, I guessed she was American.

As I crossed my legs and pushed the hem of my skirt down to my knee, her eyes flickered over me and come to rest on the curve of my thigh. "Interesting," I thought idly to myself, flicking through the magazine, "Very interesting". I tested her again, slipping my shoe off to adjust my stocking around my toes and saw her eyes were fastened to my leg as I straightened the stocking. 

Moments passed and we read in silence until, with a sigh, she placed her book onto the seat beside her. Smiling brightly, she leaned forward and asked, "Do you speak English?" My guess was correct; she was American with an accent from the west or somewhere just as provincial and I watched her impassively. "Do you speak English?" she repeated slowly in that loud voice that Americans use when speaking to foreigners.

We sat in silence until she rummaged in her handbag and produced a small yellow covered book. "Sweet Jesus, no," I groaned silently. "Please, not a phrasebook," I thought as I watched her flick through the book, a slight frown on her pretty face as she concentrated.

Apparently, she found the page she wanted and started to read slowly and loudly in an atrocious accent. "Est-ce que vous parlez anglais?" She smiled at me hopefully but when I didn't respond, the smile slipped and she tossed the book back into the handbag. "Arrogant bitch," she muttered under her breath but I heard her quite clearly.

I put my sunglasses into their case and dropped them into my handbag. "Of course, I am arrogant, I am French," I said with a slight smile and she had the good grace to look embarrassed.

"I thought you didn't speak English?" she spluttered, colouring prettily. "Why didn't you say something?"

"I was waiting for you to say something interesting. I feared it was going to be a long wait." Puzzled, she wrinkled her brow and I thought she appeared to be rather cute in a soft way. "You must have connections to someone wealthy. I would have expected you to be using a Euro Pass and seated in economy." I tilted my head to watch her and she seemed a little flushed.

"Well, this is a nicer," she said awkwardly. "My name is Jenny," she added after a moment and my anger began to fade away at her smile.

Smiling, I patted the seat beside me. "Sit here, Jenny so I do not have to shout. And bring your book, I would like to see what pretty young women are reading these days."

Jenny rose and as she began to sit, I gently placed my hand on her arm to stop her. "The book?" I reminded her and blushing deeply, she retrieved the book and sat beside me. I took the book from her and my eyes widened when I slipped the loose cover off to see it was 'The Story of O'.

Jenny was a deep red, trying to see something of interest out the window as I flicked through the famous book. "You adore Pauline's story?" I teased. "This book appears well read, little one." Laughing softly, I tossed the book back onto the opposite seat and smiled at her.

Jenny smiled weakly and cleared her throat. "I didn't get your name," she said huskily.

"I did not give it but, after seeing the book you read, you should call me Madame, perhaps?" Her eyes widened, she blushed again and I smiled coldly. "Perhaps?" I repeated and she lowered her head. We waited and I knew the first one to speak would give up control so I waited while the last suburbs of the city rushed past the window.

"Yes Madame," Jenny whispered and I felt that tremor of triumph when the first reins of control are tightened.

"Perfect," I said softly, reaching behind her to remove the elastic band from her ponytail. "Let us see how pretty you are." Her long blonde hair fell free and I tickled it into place to frame her pretty succulent face. " Beau, epatant," I breathed and I heard her inhale sharply as I stroked her hair and then ran my long red fingernails down her throat.

I sat back and inspected her and was pleased with what I saw, especially the deep flush and the ragged breathing. "You dress like a student but I suspect you are older than that. Now," I said, all businesslike, "remove that ugly sweater, student girl, I want to see what surprise you have for me there."

"Madame!" she protested. "I have no bra and people can see through the window!"

"No bra?" I raised an eyebrow and smiled. "For comfort on such a long journey, perhaps, or you enjoy the freedom, the sensuality?" I waved her protests away. "The train is moving so fast, no one can see. Come on, little one, we are both women here."

"But," she said weakly, "what if the conductor comes back? Or anyone?"

"Pst! Il importe pas! I am waiting," I added calmly, relishing the range of expressions running over her face and waited for my next triumph. Slowly, she pulled the sweater over her head and revealed her large breasts, full and tempting, swinging free and her face scarlet as she sent worried glances to the compartment door.

"American women have such large breasts," I said. "In France, the perfect breast is one that fits into a champagne goblet." Her eyes grew round and her mouth gaped as she watched me cup my own left breast through the rust brown silk of my dress. "I have the perfect size," I said proudly, enjoying the look of desire on Jenny's face. "My breast fits snugly into such a glass. Although," I added softly, releasing my own breast and slowly stroking hers, "I have a weakness for the larger ones. So easy to lie against, so easy to bind and to kiss."

Her legs moved under her skirt and I guessed she was squeezing her thighs together in a rush of desire. Her breathing was loud in the room and her throat was flushed to her breasts as I fingered the hem of her skirt. "A rough cloth," I said half to myself and she jumped as my hand slipped under her skirt to rest on her thigh. "You feel hot, little one. Should I call the conductor to fix the air-conditioning?" I teased and gently stroked her skin. "Now," I said not waiting for an answer, "show me your secret prize. Remove the skirt."

"But Madame," she stuttered, eyes big and round.

"No excuses," I interrupted. "Quickly!" I watched her inner turmoil so openly displayed on that innocent and beautiful face, waiting for my next victory. Slowly, she reached behind and unzipped the skirt, rising from the seat to let it puddle around those awful pink sneakers. "Kick those shoes off as well," I commanded, my eyes fixed on the rich globes of her ass half hidden in the white cotton briefs, the material stretched taut over the crack.

Jenny stood in, naked except for her plain pants, eyes tightly shut, face glowing and her hands clenched. I relished the sight and drank her in, her large breasts rising and falling quickly as her ragged breathing echoed in the compartment.

I imagined the thoughts racing through her head as she stood there, the embarrassment and the humiliation, mixed with her mounting desire. Humming to myself, I rummaged in my luggage and produced my special cord. Gently, I turned her around and bent her down so her hands were resting on the chrome bar running under the window and lashed her wrists to it. What a wonderful sight she was, bent over from the waist, her ass high in the air and her beautiful face almost pressed against the window glass, the countryside rushing past before her eyes.

Bending down to her and looking deeply into her fluttering eyes, I said softly, my mouth so close to her ear. "We both know you want to give yourself to me."

My lap pressed against her ass as I stroked her back as her breasts hung down, the nipples large and sensitive. "Let us hope, little one," I murmured, "the train does not slow down." I did not think it was possible for her blush to deepen but it did at those words.

Her panties came down easily and I left them around one ankle as my fingers took ownership of the pink bottom. "So sweet," I murmured as my fingers slipped easily into her hot cunt, "and so wet, a wet little chatte." She moaned loudly and her head rocked from side to side.

"It is a strange feeling, is it not?" I said as my fingers tickled and teased. "Such humiliation, such embarrassment but such powerful desire." I removed my fingers and slapped my hand hard against the cheeks of her ass, time and time again until she was moaning and her ass was red from my spanks.

It was exhilarating, my sense of power, control and possession rose with each slap to this sweet wobbling ass, her moans and cries driving me on until I was hot and as flushed as she.

I leaned against the compartment door to catch my breath, my forearm across my forehead. "Such thirsty work, cherie. I must go to the cocktail carriage and take a drink. I hope no one comes to see you spread so wide when the door opens." Her head jerked around in horror, her red bottom wriggling, wet cunt lewdly open for display and her mouth opened to desperately object. "Perhaps we may reach the next station soon,' I added with a smile. "We may roll to a stop in front of schoolboys or soldiers on the platform. They will enjoy the vision of your teats, perhaps? Let us hope I return before then." She gave a strangled cry of protest as I slipped out of the compartment and strolled to the bar for a welcome drink.

What a wonderful sight she was when I returned, her face red as she thought I might have been the conductor. I locked the door, pulled the blind down and unlashed her and she collapsed to the floor with a moan. Calmly I slipped my skirt around my waist and sat on the edge of the seat and enjoyed the look on her face as she saw my naked pussy, trimmed and wet for her.

"Now, I will enjoy your tongue, yes? Lèche-moi le clito." With a low moan, she crawled to me and began her task. My fingers toyed with my nipples through my silk dress and the thin lace of my La Perla bra while she skilfully lifted me to each platform of my building desire. Her tongue knows me so well, a little lick, a little flick of its pink tip and I am soaring, pressing my thighs around her eager head.

Later, after we had washed and dressed, she smiled up at me as I brushed her hair. "Mistress," she said softly. "Can we travel by plane next time?"

I laughed as I brushed. "You do not like my games, little one? I thought you played your part well and I, of course, am a great actress, am I not?"

Jenny giggled. "You do have a natural talent for that role, Mistress."

I unlocked the door. "A plane, eh? My mind is working, pet, what game will I think of now? Perhaps you could be a naughty little stewardess on the Concorde?" 

"Oh Mistress," she murmured, laying her head on my shoulder as, holding hands, we walked to the restaurant car.



Strangers On A Train



A neat ginger bob framed her cute face. A pink cotton T-shirt stuck to the swell of her bra-less breasts in the August heat. That was the first I'd seen of Karen as she eyed me from across the railway carriage. 

A brief moment's eye contact was followed by a barely perceptible invitation to the toilet cubicle at the end of the aisle. 

And now she was knelt before me - that same cute face looking up, smiling. She pulled my jeans roughly down around my ankles, and stroked the front of my straining briefs. She hooked her fingers under the elastic, and with a sharp tug my engorged cock sprang free. As it snapped to attention it snatched up my balls up from their resting place, presenting them like fruit for her delectation. 

She clasped my erect stalk with both hands, running her finger tips down its length and into my black bush. She took the glans between her soft lips and let her tongue play over it. Then she locked her jaw wide, and slid her head back and forth over the swollen bulb. Her mouth was warm and slick. Each time she pressed her head forward into my groin she exhaled, sending a cool wave of air rushing over my sweat sheened skin. And each time she drew her head back my cock glistened with her saliva.

She had already shed her T-shirt, and now I reached down and cupped my hands around the soft flesh of her large breasts. As I took their weight, the firm nipples pressed into my palms.

I bent forward and moved my hands down to her slim midriff. I briefly savoured the sweet curve of her waist before slipping my fingers beneath her white tennis shorts. To my delight, she wasn't wearing any panties; the skin beneath was bare. I squeezed the soft flesh of her buttocks and she let out a little moan. Then I slid her shorts off. They slipped effortlessly over her smooth skin. Her tanned globes jutted enticingly from the small of her back as her head bob effortlessly at my groin.

I reached across to the cleft of her buttocks, running my finger between them. As it glided over the tight ring of her sphincter, she moaned softly again. I brought my finger back for another pass, eliciting another moan - this one louder, forcing her to open her mouth and draw breath, releasing my cock which then slapped noisily against my stomach.

I wetted my finger and then eased it gently into her anus. Her hole was tight but soon submitted, sheathing my finger snugly as I worked it in and out, left and right. 

As I did, she licked my shaft from tip to base and then buried her face in my scrotum. I felt her tongue flutter around my balls, as she continued to service my cock with her hand. She took one of my testicles into her mouth and sucked it lightly, rolling it round like a gobstopper, working it back and forth over her tongue through the slippery and membranous walls of my hot sac.

I pleasured her anus harder with my finger and she yelped in response. I leant forward further and slid my other hand down into the hot crack of her pussy. Her lips were dripping wet. I parted them and slid one finger and then another inside. I frigged it, first quickly and then slowly, alternating the rhythm. Karen gasped again and took the other testicle into her mouth, fondling both with her tongue. 

I withdrew my fingers and reached down further to find her erect bud and circled it with my slicked fingers. She let out a long low "Mmmm," and then suddenly lifted her head, letting my balls flop from her mouth, and looked at me. 

In a whisper she said: "I think it's about time-" she put my cock back in her mouth, then pulled her head back so that the throbbing head popped out again with a loud sucking sound, like a lollipop, "-you fucked me." 

She put her head to one side and smiled irresistably, pumping my cock gently with her hand. Dimples framed the corners of her mouth. 

I needed no further encouragement. As I moved behind her she raised her arse high, pressing her face to the floor and presenting her warm slit to me. It took just one smooth movement to plant my cock in her up to the hilt. Her buttocks bowed out pleasingly as my stomach pressed against them.

I held the pose, fully inserted, pressing into her powerfully for a few moments, then I began to fuck this stranger who I had not known for more than 10 minutes.

Her cunt was warm and lush as I slid in and out. I could feel tiny shivers spreading through her body with each thrust of my cock, culminating in a short, sharp gasp each time my rod hit maximum depth. She was crying out now. As I kept fucking her, her cries became longer. Gradually they blended into a constant sound that was punctuated only by her fitful breathing as my hips beat a slow, punishing rhythm against her tender flesh. 

As we ground our bodies together I took in the sight of her luscious wet sex-lips enveloping my pumping shaft. I hooked my fingers around the bones of her pelvis to pull her hard against me with each stroke, driving my cock deeper into her.

Then I slid my hands forward, spreading my fingers wide to capture the gentle inward curve of her waist before advancing on her full breasts. The two globes hung from her chest, swaying like large, ripe fruit. I cupped my hands around them, massaging the soft flesh. First I kneaded them roughly. Then I let them hang, keeping just the lightest touch against their soft swell as they quivered and rippled with each slap of my hips against her arse. 

Suddenly, the train began to slow; it was approaching a station. As the brakes went on, we both lurched towards the front of the small toilet, the erotic sculpture of our bodies nearly toppling to the floor.

Undeterred, I clutched my hands tightly around Karen's arse and quickened my pace, bucking my hips furiously. Her gasps and moans intensified. The train continued to slow as I fucked her faster and faster. We were both on the home straight to orgasm and crying out with pleasure as the train pulled into the station. 

Between our cries, we could hear the faint murmurings of the passengers in the corridor outside. If we could hear them, they could certainly hear us. I imagined the looks on their faces, as they pictured the sex act taking place just inches from where they stood. 

It was only as I felt the dull ache of ejaculation start to rise in the base of my cock that I noticed the silhouettes of the passengers on the platform outside. Through the frosted glass of the toilet window, I could see them getting off the train and glancing nervously back. Their faces appeared only as pale pink blobs. I wondered what our tangled, bucking tableau of flesh might look like to them.

Karen had seen them too. She laughed out loud and arched her back, lifting her arse higher for me. I took what she offered and ploughed my cock into it without mercy. Her body shook. First she threw her head back, wailing uncontrollably. Then she fell forward and my cock sprang free, erupting hot cream over her back. I grabbed the angry stalk and wanked it furiously. Karen rolled over to face me just in time for several more jets of hot semen to splatter her belly and tits. Then my legs finally gave way and I collapsed to the floor. 

As the train pulled away from the station, I watched Karen lying there, the mountainous globes of her breasts rising and falling with her panting chest. After a minute or two, she sat up. With an outstretched index finger, she chased a glob of spunk as it slid down her breast and expertly fished the stringy mass into her mouth. A gossamer strand of the liquid clung to her chin. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and smiled at me. I felt my cock start to rise. I knew then that this was going to be a very long train journey - something that on this occasion I wasn't going to mind one bit.



Strangers on a train



Riding the trains through Europe can be a very rewarding and educational experience. At any given time, it is difficult to guess the nationality of the person facing you in the small six-seat compartments. Many of the newer trains have bus-type seating, but the older ones are broken up into compartments, with doors that close and curtains that can be pulled together to give a certain amount of privacy.

Europeans have so many national languages, as well as a wealth of dialects, that it is very hard for even an experienced ear sometimes to pick out the language being spoken. Although I have a bit of familiarity with German, having lived here for a few years, I was completely unable to pick up any words of the language being spoken next to me on one trip.

"Can you please tell me what language they are speaking?", I asked the seatmate with whom I had been conversing in a mixture of my poor German and her excellent English.

"They are speaking German", she said, then noticing my puzzled look, she added, "They are from Switzerland."

"Oh", I nodded. That explained it. Swiss German is about as different to what I normally hear as a thick Scots brogue is to American English.

If language identification is a problem for me, imagine how difficult it is to try to understand the social customs and mores of people of whom I cannot even Identify their nationality.

Some of my more enjoyable and memorable experiences on the trains have been with people with whom I shared no common language. We resort to smiles and frowns, with lots of gestures, to communicate as best we can. With all the finger waving and grunting, we might be on vacation from a school for the speech-impaired. 

I will tell you about one of them.

I was on a train from Timisoara, Romania, to Bucharest. The train was in reasonably good repair and fairly comfortable, but took nearly twelve hours to make a trip that could be covered in much less time in more developed countries.

The compartment in which I found myself was full when we left Timisoara, but gradually emptied until there was only an older woman, who might have been around my age, a young girl whom I guessed to be in her late teens or early twenties and a boy who appeared to be about the same age. I assumed that they were her grandchildren by the way in which they related to her. She continually produced food and drink from an enormous carryall bag. 

The girl was quite beautiful, but very withdrawn, the boy handsome, in that dark manner of the Romanian men. It had astounded me the day before to realize that I was the shortest person in the room with several students of both ages, as well as their professors, in a university meeting. I am a full six feet tall and they were all noticeably taller, girls and boys.

As the train rocked on, hour after hour, I began to envy the steady stream of food and drink being offered to the young people. There was apparently no restaurant car on the train, nor any rolling cart as I am accustomed to seeing on German trains.

Although Romania certainly has a national currency, it was not then known for its solidity, so German Marks were readily, perhaps even greedily, accepted.

I looked at a bottle of wine the old lady had brought from her bag and offered her some DMarks, which disappeared into the depths of her loose clothing before I could open the bottle.

Surprisingly, the wine was very tasty and of a good quality. Please forgive me for being surprised. Coming to a nation like Romania from the western countries is such a shock in so many ways, it is difficult to know what to expect and I usually try to keep my expectations low so I can be pleasantly surprised. In this case, I certainly was.

Apparently, the old lady was happy with our deal, because she began extracting meats, cheese, olives, bread and sweets from her bag, offering them to me. Whatever value of the money I handed to her seemed to be what the price happened to be. There was no change. If I gave more, she gave more.

After stuffing myself on good farm-style food for a fraction of the amount I would have gladly paid for much worse in a restaurant, I settled back to digest my meal as the train rocked on through the Romanian countryside toward the capital.

Now that one of my senses was sated, my attention was caught by the quietly beautiful girl. Some of my other senses began to demand equal treatment.

Never one to miss an opportunity to capitalize on an unfilled need, the old lady reached over to her granddaughter's dress and began to lift the hem. She cocked an eye at me.

I dug into my pockets to see what was left in the way of money. I don't usually travel with much cash. Most European countries, including Romania, have automatic tellers at the banks and railway stations, where money can be withdrawn directly from your home bank, although it comes out of the machine in the local currency instead of dollars. (Amazing, isn't it?)

I was running short. I had some small coins, one or two fairly small bills and the rest in larger denominations. I offered the small coins. The hem dropped. I offered the small bills, the hem got raised to just above the knee. 

The girl sat impassively.

I pulled out a bill that was roughly equal to $20 back home and the angels sang. A smile creased the face of the old lady. The girl looked at me with affection and the scowling boy even smiled a bit.

As I watched, lustfully, the hem rose and rose and rose until a dark thatch, barely concealed behind a lace curtain came into view.

At her grandmother's urging, the girl rose up to allow her underpants to be completely removed and to be given to me. I somewhat gingerly brought them to my nose and was overwhelmed with the delightful fragrance of her sex. A smell at once musky, fresh and erotic. I wondered what percentage of the total was due to natural good health, clean soap and exotic perfumes. They did not look like people who would have access to many exotic perfumes, so I had to assume that it was a predominantly natural essence.

I rubbed my face in them as the old lady smiled.

I pointed to the girl's chest and offered another twenty. Very soon, I had a plain, white bra in my hands and there was a beautiful girl sitting right in front of me with her skirt around her waist, revealing a hint of pink lips through her copious pubic hair. Her blouse was left open, framing the most perfectly formed pair of breasts I could remember seeing since the old days at The Body Shop on Sunset, home of the "almost stars".

The boy had now pulled his member from his pants and was staring at his sister, so brazenly displayed. His hand was idly stroking himself as he filled his eyes with her nakedness.

Was this the first time he had seen his sister naked, I wondered. Was incest as taboo here as it was back home, or did these people come from a portion of this society that looked the other way at such things? There were places like that at home, too.

The question regarding their standards of ethical behavior began to outweigh my need to ravish this vision of perfection in front of me. I dug deeper in my pocket and came up with around a hundred bucks. I waved it at the old lady and pointed meaningfully at the girl and boy.

The girl's face turned ashen and she began to sling her head from side to side in violent protest. In contrast, the boy's member appeared to have grown in girth.

The old lady whispered something in the girl's ear, but she continued to object, strongly. Finally, the old lady must have found the proper form of inducement, perhaps it was a new dress, and the girl appeared to cave in and accept the reality that she was about to be fucked by her brother.

It may be that her reluctance was based on morality or something as mundane as the fear of pregnancy, but whatever it was must have been overcome by the latest offer.

She stood up between my legs and pulled her dress completely off, over her head, leaving her completely nude body a few inches from my ravenous mouth. I took each strawberry into my mouth, in turn, and sucked its sweet nectar very gently before allowing her to sit astride her brother's lap. Her grandmother was busily preparing her for his entry by rubbing vigorously on the girl's clit and trying to show the boy the right way to suck his sister's tits. She had been smearing some sort of grease on the boy's dick while I pleasured myself with the girl and he appeared to be on the verge of orgasm.

I had my own member well in hand and was stroking it, as well. Grandmother got on her knees and took my pole all the way down her throat. Whatever nationality they were and whatever language, customs, mores they used, cocksucking must have been one of their more common practices. That old lady was good! She knew more tricks with her tongue and mouth than anybody who had come before her to my place.

I pointed to myself and said, "Wyden". The girl pointed to her grandmother and said, "Anna", then to herself and her brother. "Katja" and "Ivan". I smiled my thanks to her. She was still looking quite pale and unsure of herself. Her back was to her brother, whose large dick stood rigidly at attention in front of her black thatch, hiding the pink pearl I had glimpsed earlier. His hands were around her, mauling her tits and pinching her nipples.

It became imperative that I know whether she might possibly be a virgin. For some reason, it seemed that it would increase my pleasure to know that I had caused her to lose her virginity to her own brother.

The only way I knew to tell for sure was to look for myself. I moved Ivan's dick aside and stroked my fingers through Katja's moistening cleft. When I reached her button, a shudder ran through her body, causing her to throw her head back against her brother and thrust her breasts harder against his greedy hands. I couldn't be sure, but I thought she might have had a small orgasm, from the radiant smile she gave me.

My finger was still lodged in her slit, so I pushed gently forward until her unbroken hymen prevented further penetration.

Aaaah! She really was a virgin! Perhaps that explained her initial reluctance in several ways. This seemed to change things in my mind.

While pondering this somewhat unexpected development, I began rubbing Ivan's prick across his sister's pussy lips and clit. Their combined moans must have reached the next compartment, but no one looked in to investigate. Anna was doing magic things to my prick and would have already had a mouthful of cum if I hadn't been so engrossed in the girl.

Ivan didn't give a shit. He had his naked sister sitting on his lap with complete freedom to play with her tits, and his prick was being rolled against her cunt. Katja's pussy lips were now spread wide and so flushed with blood they had a pebbly appearance. I spread them around her brother's prick to place it in better contact with her clit, but he was so long that the head of his prick was resting against her stomach.

I put Katja's hand on her brother's prick and showed her how to tickle his balls and use it as a fleshy vibrator. His hips were pumping from sexual instinct, causing his rod to rub up and down through her opening.

When he began to cum, the fact that he was cumming was not at all surprising. The amount of cum and the force of it were unlike anything in my experience. There is a stud in some porn flicks I've seen that shoots like that, but I had never seen such a display in person. His first shot hit his sister right in the nose and dribbled onto her lips. His second shot went over her head, to run down the wall behind them. After that, she held her hand over the head of his wildly pumping cock and deflected the stream onto her belly and her tits.

Soon, her entire stomach and chest were glistening with her brother's cum. Her tongue flicked out and sampled the taste. I watched her savor it for a moment before deciding she liked it well enough to try more and began scooping globs from her body with her finger.

Anna's talented mouth and her grandchildrens' show helped me to join the orgasm club. For an old lady, she could really suck a whistle. I don't know why this should surprise me. Hell, she was probably younger than me and I was as hard as an iron bar and raring to fuck, so why should she be less ready? Perhaps it was because of my experiences with American women. Most of the ones I know think sex is only for the young.

Anna now surprised me greatly by holding a mouthful of my cum and transferring it to her granddaughter's cunt. To make sure I realized what she was doing, she laid Katja down on the bench seat and held her pussy lips wide open as she drizzled my cum into the small, quivering cavern. 

She was showing me that she wanted her granddaughter to have my child! She wasn't eating Katja out. She was putting my cum in! Their culture apparently had no problem with sex and nudity, but did avoid incestuous pregnancy however possible.

Now that Katja was suitably lubricated and I had been shown what she wanted, Anna led her granddaughter to me and had her straddle my thighs, instead of her brother's, this time. Anna's exquisite mouth brought me rapidly back to sufficient hardness to penetrate her granddaughter.

The feel of Katja's body against mine, with my stiffening prick lodged at the gates of her virginity were enough to complete the process for me. I pushed up against her tightness, but couldn't get past the membrane.

Anna watched for a bit before taking matters into her own hands. She stood behind Katja and tried to lift the girl high enough to drop her on my prick, but wasn't strong enough. Beckoning to Ivan to help her, she placed him behind his sister, with his rapidly rejuvenating prick smashed against her back, and lifted her until my prick was almost completely withdrawn.

Then with a loud cry, they both pushed Katja down, forcing her pussy down on my impaling prick, through the tough membrane and on down until our pubic hairs were entangled.

Katja was whimpering softly and sobbing into my chest from the pain. All three of us were trying to console her while her body was adjusting to its invader and recovering from the shock.

When she was beginning to show signs of recovery, Anna pulled her grandson on top of her and let him fuck her for a few minutes to generate some lubrication, then guided his prick into her asshole. Very effective form of birth control, that! You don't have to come from an enlightened culture to understand some things.

Katja was now beginning to move around experimentally on my dick, testing the limits of movement that didn't cause pain. She gradually warmed up to the point of full motion, then began to rise and fall on my lap.

Her grandmother whispered some instructions to her, which made me very grateful. That old lady knew how to fuck! If she taught Katja everything she knew about fucking while Katja still had her looks and body--oh my!

By the time we got to Bucharest, I was the most well-fucked person in town. If not, then I highly recommend the place. We exited the train as a white-haired American tourist and a perfectly respectable old country woman and her grandchildren. Although no words had been spoken other than our names, I felt that we had formed a bond and gotten to know each other very well. I hated to see them go.

I pressed my remaining currency into her hand as we parted, knowing that I would never see her and her grandchildren again. It was around $500. In a country where a college professor makes less than $200 per month, it should go a long way.

It didn't feel to me as if I had paid for sex or had bought a young girl's virginity. It felt like they had shared their meager possessions and their love with me and the least I could do was to give them my pocket money.

As I reluctantly walked away, I thought I heard something, but wasn't sure. There was a lot of noise and activity in the station and even if I heard it, I couldn't be sure who said it.

It sounded like, "Wow! Gran! That was totally awesome! I like Romania! Wasn't that old Romanian guy something? What day do we do Italy? I can't wait!"



Strangers On A Train



With a sigh I watched the porter put my bag in the rack, I tipped him and closed the door behind him as he left. Sighing again I sat and stared out of the window, despite the late hour the platform was crowded with people waiting to get on the train. Looking around my compartment I smiled, I had been one of the lucky ones, having booked well in advance I was assured of a compartment to myself, small though it may be. Later the conductor would come in and lower one of the two beds, I'd climb into it as soon as he was gone and go to sleep, when I woke I'd be in Paris, two days after that I would be taking up my post at the Embassy. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come." I responded a little shortly.

The door opened and a conductor stepped into the compartment.

"I'm very sorry sir," he said not sounding sorry at all "but there seems to have been a mix up at the booking office, there's another passenger booked for this compartment as well."

"Surely this passenger could be given another compartment." I retorted.

"I'm afraid not sir," he shook his head "all the other compartments are full, this is the only free berth. There will of course be a refund on your payment as a result of having to share."

It wasn't the money that was the point, I had specifically booked a compartment to myself, had I wanted to share I wouldn't have paid out the extra. It seemed that I had no choice however and feeling disgruntled I watched the other passengers bags being placed on the luggage rack beside mine, the conductor left and my companion for the trip stepped into the compartment. The first surprise was that it was a woman, the second was that it was an exceedingly attractive woman, however, the idea of spending the next few hours in mixed company did not seem quite appropriate.

"It seems there has been some mistake." I said as she closed the compartment door "the conductor will have to arrange for you to share with another..."

"It seems" she interrupted coolly "that either I share with you or walk the corridors, in case you hadn't noticed, the train is packed to overflowing. The only compartments containing women have no spare berths so we are stuck with each other."

"Humph." I snorted.

Primly she sat at the other end of the seat, her skirt carefully smoothed and pulled down over her knees, and sighing quietly I turned to look out of the window. After a few moments of gazing at the platform my eyes focused on the reflection of the compartment, I could just make out my companion in the none to clean glass, she was giving me a long appraising glance while my back was to her. A whistle sounded and with a jerk the train began to move, leaning back in my seat and tried to relax, the noise of the wheels on the track a focus for my thoughts. Some time later there was a knock at the door, the woman opened it and the conductor breezed in, without a word the man opened out the two beds and left.

"Which would you prefer?" The woman asked.

"Pardon?" I responded bringing my thoughts to the present.

"Which berth would you prefer?" she repeated.

"It makes no difference to me," I sighed "decide which you want, I will take the other."

"Very well," she replied, "I will take the lower berth."

I nodded my agreement and went back to staring out of the window, I heard the woman moving around, in the glass I saw her attempting to take down one of her cases, with little joy. Turning in the seat I looked at her, rose, took down the case she was reaching for and sat down again, all without speaking a word.

"Thank you." She said as she opened the case.

She took something from the case and went in the tiny cabinet laughingly classified as a bathroom, the lock clicked as soon as the door closed then came the sounds of movement. Smiling I wished her luck in changing within the cramped confines of the small room, my smile faded when it dawned on me a few seconds later that I would have to go through the same procedure to get myself ready for bed. Feeling more than a little put upon I got up and took down my case; quickly I removed my pyjamas and a robe, closed the case and put it back on the rack. A few moments later the woman, looking flushed and annoyed, came out of the 'bathroom' I went in, closed and locked the door behind me and began the task of undressing. 

Now I am not a large person, but the available space would have caused midget difficulties, twice during the process of undressing I banged my elbow on the tiny sink. Then, while putting on my pyjamas, I hit my knee on the sink; muttering low curses I gathered up my clothing and left the tiny room. Much to my surprise the woman was still up, I had expected her to get into bed as soon as I left the room, instead she was fiddling with her clothes, quickly I placed my things on a hanger and prepared to climb up to my bed. Suddenly the train jerked, my arms became filled with a warm soft body while my back became filled with a hard door handle; the sound of my back hitting the handle was clear and sharp. Biting back a yelp of pain I helped the woman to get upright then put my hand to the centre of my agony.

"You seem to have hurt yourself." the woman commented "I am a trained nurse, let me look at it."

Reluctantly I complied, turning to face the beds I took off my robe and pulled up my pyjamas jacket, soft, warm hands probed at my back making me wince.

"You are going to have a nasty bruise there," she said "hold still a minute, I have something that will make it a little easier."

Feeling rather foolish I stood there, a moment later I felt something cool being rubbed onto my back, the pain eased to a dull ache within seconds.

"Thank you." I said as I pulled down my jacket.

"I should be thanking you," she smiled "if you hadn't caught me I would have hit my head on the door handle."

The incident broke the ice somewhat, putting all the blame for the situation on the shoulders of the Rail Company I turned to face her and smiled.

"Glad to have been of some service." I said.

At that moment the train jerked again, I fell back onto the lower berth, narrowly missing banging my head on the upper berth; the woman fell on top of me with a surprised exclamation. Apologising she started to rise and was thrown from her feet once again as the train jerked violently to a stop. Her face was only a few inches from mine, we gazed at each other for a moment and then began laughing, the situation was funny I had to admit. After a while I became aware of her body on mine as we laughed, she must have felt the same for she rolled over and struggled to sit on the bunk beside me.

"We apologise" a voice came over the intercom "for the motions of the train. The line ahead has been blocked, a work crew are already at work clearing the line and we will resume our journey as soon as possible."

"Well," the woman sighed, "it seems our trip will be longer than expected."

"I don't know about you," I commented "but I could do with something to settle my nerves."

Wincing I reached into my bag and took out my flask of whisky, opening it I offered it to my companion. Smiling her thanks she took the flask, took a long pull, swallowed and coughed. She handed the flask back to me and I took a deep satisfying slug of the fiery liquid, quickly followed by another. Remembering my manners I offered the flask to her again, she accepted the offer and took a long pull from the flask before handing it back to me. Resisting the temptation to take another swig I closed the flask and returned it to my case, rising I prepared to climb into the upper berth and the train jerked into motion. This time I landed on her.

"It seems," she said looking up at me with a little smile "that we are fated to be thrown together."

The train was rocking and swaying so much that I made no effort to regain my feet, in fact it was all I could do to stay where I was, not that where I lay was by any means unpleasant. As we were jostled and rolled together on the bunk I felt myself becoming aroused, her breasts were pressing into my chest and my lower body was rubbing against her pussy as she thrust open her legs in an effort to stay on the bunk. Gradually the motion of the train smoothed, but I felt no urgent desire to move, I looked into the woman's eyes and saw my own arousal mirrored there. Her head rose to meet mine as I bent down, our lips meeting in a mutual embrace, her body pressing against mine as the kiss drew out. 

Some unmeasured time later our lips parted, I rose and she rose to stand beside me, without a word she took off her robe then her nightgown while I took off my pyjamas. She melted into my arms, her lips warm, demanding on mine, her body, soft, and enticing against my skin. Reaching up I cupped her breasts, catching the nipples between my fingers and squeezing gently, a low moan of excitement came from her throat. I felt a hand sliding between us to close on my prick; it was my turn to moan with pleasure as her hand slowly ran up and down on my hard flesh. Sliding one of my hands down over her skin I sought and found her pussy, gently I probed her with a finger, her juices covering my digit as soon as it was pressed into her, as I matched the motion of her hand the woman's lower body began to move with me. My thumb came to rest on a hard pebble of flesh, the woman gasped into my mouth, her tongue thrusting between my lips, gently I rubbed the hard little button and she pressed even tighter to me. 

Quite how it happened I'll never know, but one moment we were standing in the centre of the compartment, the next we were in the lower berth; my body on top of hers; her hand guiding my prick into her pussy. With a sigh of pleasure I began to move my hardness within her, our bodies moving in unison, our lips still locked together, our hands exploring each other's bodies. Gradually our movements became faster, our lips parted and she gave a low cry of excitement, then her head fell onto my shoulder. I could feel her lips kissing my flesh as I thrust into her, the motion of the train adding to our pleasure. Then she was shuddering, her pussy spasming around my prick, exciting me so much that with a last thrust I climaxed, my semen erupting deep inside her shaking body.

"God!" she breathed as she felt the warmth of my seed enter her.

Our movements slowed, my prick, nestling inside her I pushed my upper body up and looked at the woman's face, she looked contentedly up at me, her eyes widening with both surprise and pleasure as I began to thrust in her again. Minutes later she began to struggle against me, reluctantly I let her push me away, my prick, hard and aching for release pointing at the compartment ceiling as I sat up. My disappointment faded a second later as she leant over to take my prick deep into her mouth, her tongue pressing against my shaft, I felt a tremor of delight run through me as the woman's head began to bob up and down. Twisting myself I leant down far enough to reach her pussy with my mouth, a sticky mixture of her juices and mine coating my tongue as I licked her pussy from end to end then probed at her hole. Soon she began to shudder, her mouth becoming insistent around my flesh, her pussy pushing tight to my mouth. Then I felt my prick twitch and the hot surge of my seed rising to gush into her mouth, her mouth surging down on me as I filled it. For some moments we lay locked in this way, our mutual orgasms freezing our minds and bodies with their sensations, then, with a gasp, she released my prick. I sat up, licking her juices from my lips and she sat up beside me doing the same.

"I don't" she said breathlessly some minutes later "know what came over me, but I'm not sorry."

I felt the same, in fact I wished to go on throughout the night, reaching out I took her chin and turned her head to me, leaning over I kissed her and once again she melted against me. Throughout the night we made love together, exploring each other with hand and mouth, our bodies eagerly entwining time and time again until we at last fell into an exhausted slumber side by side on the lower berth.

When I woke she was gone. Almost believing it had been a dream I rose, freshened myself in the tiny cubicle then dressed. Half an hour later the train pulled into the Paris central station, a porter appeared to take my bag and within minutes I was outside the station, I had seen no sign of my companion throughout the process. With an effort I put the woman out of my mind and hailed a taxi which quickly bore me to the house that was to be my home for the next year or longer. Settling in took only a few hours and I went out to see the sights and, though a desperate hope, to see if I could spot my companion from the train. By the time I returned to the house I was tired and footsore, the disappointment within me at not finding any trace of the woman was totally out of all proportion. Yet I felt that something had gone from my life when I had woken alone. The weekend passed slowly, my time taken up with mooning around, my thoughts constantly reliving that one night of bliss. Early on the Monday morning I made my way to the Embassy and reported for my first day as Trade Attaché.

"Glad to have you with us Parrish." the ambassador greeted me in his office "I knew your father well. Good man, good man."

Half an hour of pleasantries followed before one of the assistants was able to show me to my office.

""Your secretary, Miss Watson, is through that door," the man said pointing at a closed door on the other side of the room "she is running an errand at the moment, but should be back in a few minutes."

Thanking the man I sat behind my desk and leafed through the files already on the desk, there was nothing complicated about any of them and I found my mind wandering. From the other side of the door to my secretary's office I heard the scrape of a drawer; it seemed an appropriate time to meet the woman that had been assigned to me. Pressing the intercom button I spoke into the instrument.

"Miss Watson, could you spare a few minutes?"

"Certainly Mr Parrish." a half familiar voice replied.

Seconds later the door opened and with a swish of her skirt Miss Watson entered the room, a notepad in her hand. My heart skipped a beat as I saw that Miss Watson and my companion on the train were one and the same, her notepad fell to the floor as she recognised me, and then we were laughing! Closing the door she hurried across the room to me. Our lips met for a moment, the magic spark still there, then she sat in the chair beside me. As we exchanged Christian names I sat back and looked at her, I was looking forward to a long and happy association with Mary Watson.



Strangers on a Train



It was heart-rending. I had finished my meeting with a prospective customer and commuted back to my hometown trying to work a little on the train, but my attention, like everyone else's, was drawn to the young woman sitting on the other side of the aisle. She was averting her face, trying to look out of the window, but she was crying almost incessantly. On her lap was an open carton box with personal belongings and you did not have to be Sherlock Holmes to conclude that she must have been sacked that day. I felt conflicted by the urge to get up and console her and the notion that it would be weird for a complete stranger to do that.

A nun with steel-framed glasses and a kind, yet austere looking face got up and offered her a handkerchief. She declined and pointed to a full packet in her carton box, but thanked the nun for her kind offer. I couldn't hear what they were saying as they talked in a very low voice and the monotonous clatter of the train drowned all but fragments. The nun had exhausted whatever she wanted to offer as help and consolation and returned to her seat.

The young woman had composed herself somewhat and cleared her nose. I tried not to stare at her, but then she looked in my direction. I could feel her pain and wished I would somehow be able to relay all my sympathy and the knowledge that the pain would inevitably pass, with that one brief glimpse. I could sense the emptiness, her being and self eroded by tears, and wished I could fill it with hope and joy. Maybe some of it came across. She slowly turned her head again and resumed gazing out of the window as the train stopped at a small village.

It was the last stop before I was about to alight and I remember thinking how difficult it was to be confronted with a stranger's sorrow and pain without finding an appropriate gesture to help her in any way. I had flashes of memories of my darkest hours, when I was at her age and much younger. The way the whole world is reduced to that scathing feeling of loss and failure. I glanced at her again, wondering what drama had occurred. Was it really just the loss of her job?

I recalled a day when a company I had worked for had to lay off twenty of my colleagues, including my entire department except for me and a part-timer. How we were standing outside the building, shocked and confused, as it had happened out of the clear blue sky. And in my case feeling guilty, because they chose me to stay on, rather than my other colleagues who would have equally deserved it. People I spent more time with than I did with my friends and cared for deeply ripped out of my life by the mere stroke of a pen, despite our assurances that we would keep in touch.

The train approached my hometown and I had to tear myself out of these musings, to return my papers into the briefcase and get ready to get off. We both got up at the same time and I hurried to open the carriage door and keep it open for her, so that there was at least something I could do for her. As the train slowed down when approaching the station our eyes met again. Her eyes were reddened and swollen and she bit her lower lip several times to suppress her tears. Our ways parted when we headed to opposite exits, but then I turned around as I noticed that I was about to run out of cigarettes.

Right in the middle of the underpass, she just stood there, like a child that had lost its parents in the supermarket, her shoulders slumping, an effigy of intolerable loneliness. Reluctance had overstayed its welcome, so I went right up to her.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Her vacant gaze made me wonder whether she saw me at all. It looked like she had difficulties connecting the images before her eyes to a coherent whole. A hint of recognition crossed her face, she shook her head and burst into tears. I gently took her into my arms and hugged her quietly, as her body shook and quivered in anguish. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed disapproving looks by passer-bys, automatically assigning responsibility for her precarious state to me. I kept repeating "It's okay, it's okay," over and over again, an inadequate mantra of compassion, until she finally calmed down. With the calm self-consciousness returned and reluctantly she withdrew herself from my embrace.

"Thank you."

Her voice was but a faint whisper. It was obvious that she was completely lost as to what to do next, so I volunteered what seemed to be the sensible thing to do.

"Would you like to sit down somewhere and relax? Have a cup of coffee maybe and talk – or not talk at all?"

She gingerly moved her head in disapproval.

"No ... not the way I look now ... couldn't stand being amongst people right now ... "

"I understand. But you shouldn't be on your own now either. Do you want me to get you a cab and get you home, or ring someone to pick you up?"

She shook her head emphatically, but there was something in her body language that made clear that she was wishing for other options.

"Look, I live about five minutes walk from here. Would you like to come to my place and have a cup of coffee there?"

She looked at me in astonishment.

"Oh ... that's very kind of you ... but I don't want to ... I would spoil your ..."

"Nonsense, don't even think about it. Come on, let's go."

She hesitated, but then accepted my offer and arm. We strolled to my place and I felt it was time to introduce myself to cut through her pensive silence.

"By the way, I'm Gary."

"Yes I know. My name is Sheila. We've met before."

I was somewhat startled by this supposition and realised that until that point I had not really looked at her that much.

"Sheila, ah yes, of course ... "

I recognised her as the younger sister of a childhood friend. He and I had lost touch in my youth, when we were attending different schools, but met again for another brief stretch of time as he threw fancy parties for his high society friends and had learned that I was a DJ with a repertoire and reputation to suit him. The last time I had seen her and him must have been more than fifteen years prior to this day. She had changed considerably from that flat-chested and tomboyish little minx who tried to kiss me and even followed me onto trees when I was trying to escape. I couldn't help smiling at that image flashing before my mind's eye. So she wasn't that young after all, just five or six years younger than me.

"Sorry, I didn't recognise you. You've grown quite a bit since the last time I saw you."

For the first time she managed to smile a little.

"Obviously."

"So how's your brother then?"

"He's alright. He moved to America. California, actually."

"Sounds great. So, did he become a movie star in the end?"

"Nah, he went over there to study, fell in love and never came back."

"I see ... here we are."

We had arrived at my place. I ushered her up the stairs and opened my flat door. Prospero, my tomcat, had stood guard at the front door as he always did. He ignored Sheila and brushed around my legs, intimating that he was reasonably chuffed and that it was about time to feed him. I showed her into the living room and excused myself to prepare the coffee. It occurred to me why I hadn't recognised her immediately. Her natural colour of hair had been brown, just a few shades darker than mine, and now she was blonde. When I returned to the living room she absentmindedly rummaged through her little carton box. She found what she was looking for and showed me picture of her brother and what appeared to be his wife and child.

"This is Tamara, and his daughter's name is Sandy."

"Ah, well, lucky guy, it would seem."

"Yes, she is really nice. Shame we don't see each other that much."

She sighed and stared at the little box of memories and links to a life now turned upside down. Prospero returned from the kitchen and started complaining that I hadn't attended to his needs as he had assumed I would.

"Sorry, need to feed the wild animal here. Otherwise, he'd be grumpy and scratchy for the remainder of the day. The coffee should be ready any minute now, too."

"Ah, yeah, ok."

When I returned she was still sitting in exactly the same pose as when I had left her, her face pale and her eyes transfixed on the contents of her past. I left the tray with the coffee and paraphernalia on the table and sat down right next to her. I put my arm around her and tried to give her a reassuring look.

"Weird that we run into each other like that, isn't it? Do you want milk and sugar?"

"Yes ... and no, no milk, just one sugar please."

She paused.

"I would probably still be standing in the underpass if it wasn't for you."

"You looked lost and miserable. I just couldn't get past you without saying something. I wanted to on the train already, but I thought it'd be weird."

She stirred her coffee slowly and remained silent.

"So, may I ask? What happened?"

"I got fired today."

"Yes, I suspected as much."

I could sense tears welling up again.

"Hey, hey. It's not the end of the world. It might feel like it now, but it sure isn't."

She tried to battle her anguish.

"You don't understand ... it's not just that."

She lost the battle and started sobbing again. I held her closer and stroked her hair. I noticed the scent of a familiar perfume, but couldn't remember its name. Prospero re-entered the room, with an air of contentment as he must have had finished his meal. He jumped on my lap and eyed the distraught stranger with his customary moderate jealousy that turned into purr-fact harmony for him when Sheila started stroking him behind his ears. He had this odd habit of opening his mouth somewhat, which made it look like he was grinning.

Maybe he was. In any case, the furry little creature appreciating her gesture seemed to pull Sheila out of her dark spell. He rolled around on my lap indicating that it was belly-fondle time. Naturally, I knew his favourite spots and while attending to those, Sheila did also continue. Our hands grazed each other lightly several times, and despite sitting so close and me still stroking her hair with my left hand, this was the moment when I really became very much aware that there was a woman next to me. Without thinking I tenderly brushed the top of her hand. Our eyes met. There was a sudden charge of electricity in the air. I decided to defuse the loaded atmosphere, as it was feeling strangely out of place.

"Well, at least he always gets what he wants."

Her smile was still a tad forced and it looked like she was taken aback by what just happened as well.

"Yes, they always do, don't they. Wish I was a cat sometimes."

She shifted her position and straightened her back.

"Uhm, I must look positively ghastly. Is there some place where I can freshen up a little?"

"Oh, sure, straight ahead, second door on the left."

Prospero collapsed to one side to be able to observe Sheila on her way to the bathroom. He then turned his head to me, showing me that this was not sufficient reason to abort my administrations. However, I shoed him off to be able to get to my cigarettes on the other side of the table and have a sip of coffee. The coffee was almost lukewarm, and the packet of cigarettes more than half empty. I noticed that my hand was shaking a little. It must have been close to five o'clock in the afternoon. At this time of the day during autumn, the sun was sending its last golden rays through the upper window panes of my entrance door, bathing the hallway in a spectacular, warm cascade of light. When Sheila re-emerged from the bathroom, she looked like an angel with a halo. It struck me how beautiful she was.

Prospero decided to escort her back to the sofa, hoping that at least she would continue to lavish her attention on him. She gave him a few strokes before sitting down, but then kicked off her shoes and got comfortable on my sofa, pulling her legs towards her. I offered her a cigarette, but she declined and got her own out of her purse instead. The atmosphere became somewhat tense. I wasn't sure how to proceed, as she appeared reasonably collected, but a relapse at any time possible.

"So you dyed your hair? You did have brownish hair originally, didn't you?"

"Yes, ages ago. Why? Don't you like it?"

"Oh, sure do, no, I just recalled earlier that it was different."

She looked at me attentively.

"You haven't changed that much. Your hair is shorter."

"Well, thanks, that's kind of you to say, but it's not only shorter, it's in a constant retreat."

"Really?"

She reached over and slowly traced the outline of my head, when going through my hair. I held my breath, confused by the powerful feelings stirring up so unexpectedly. She froze, as if she became aware all of a sudden what she was doing, and then withdrew her hand.

"That's not that bad."

"Thanks. Well, you have changed a lot actually. The most vivid pictures of you I have in my memory seem to stem from the time, when I was still hanging out with Sam a lot."

"I was ten years old then."

Ten years, so she was five years younger than me.

She snickered.

"I remember you were a hell of a fast runner then."

"Only when little girls were pursuing me to ... hmm, what were you up to then?"

"To kiss you."

"Yeah, kiss me. So it wasn't all just in my imagination."

"Nope, that was very real. I had a crush on you actually."

My laughter wasn't quite as convincing as I wanted it to be. Something strange was happening there. Not only had she regained her composure, all her gestures and movements, what she said and the way she said it, seemed to point in one direction, and one direction only. She was flirting with me.

"Hmm, you were just a little young for me then."

"Of course. And obviously not fast enough."

"Oh, hell, you were a lot faster than most of the guys I knew."

"Most of the time not fast enough."

"He he, most of the time. Sometimes you caught me unawares."

She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray. The silence became somewhat uneasy.

"I bet you are still faster than me."

There it was. That was the bait. If I took it, there'd be only one possible outcome to that. And yet, I did.

"Oh, but I don't think I would run now ... you look ... fantastic."

Hooked. All she needed to do now was pull me in. Knocked out in the first round.

"Thank you ... very much."

With a swift movement she leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

"Gotcha."

There was the little minx again. Apart from the fact that the little minx had grown into an exceptionally well proportioned and exceedingly seductive woman, the mischievous grin she always had, returned onto her face.

"Told you I wouldn't run."

There was the uneasy silence again, a brief surge of awareness as to what was happening, and how absurd and slightly inappropriate it really was.

Prospero to the rescue. Where was the stupid cat when you needed it? He had settled on the large armchair and appeared only marginally interested in what was going on. Maybe he was still sulking. My imploring look didn't rouse him. He seemed to think that this was my business. And, of course, he was right.

"So, you're living on your own ... how come?"

"Hmm, what makes you think that?"

"One toothbrush, toilet seat up ... need I go on?"

She had always been bright and quick. That obviously hadn't changed either. Nowhere to run.

"Uhm, I've had a couple of long-term relationships, but they didn't work out."

"And now?"

"Nothing much. And you?"

"Nothing. As of today."

So that was it. It wasn't just work, she had been put out in the rain on two accounts.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

Her voice sounded flat and brittle when she continued.

"He was married. And my boss. His wife found out. She gave him a choice. He chose her. And her company of course."

She looked vulnerable and helpless again. Yet I hesitated to get closer to her. It didn't feel right.

"Oh Sheila, I'm so sorry ... no wonder you're that bummed out."

"It's like ... everything that was good and meaningful in my life ... gone ... vanished."

Her voice started trembling. I was still unable to move. The situation obtained its own dynamic. I could almost see the two of us sitting there from the outside, every single move predetermined, everything decided. And nowhere to run.

She came closer and there was no other choice than taking her into my arms. But how different it felt then. It wasn't just her loss and needs that became apparent. She had struck a chord in me. And I was resounding, every second that I felt her body next to me, I noticed what I had been missing. How much I had been missing it.

Her head rested on my chest. She tilted it upwards and looked straight into my eyes. I wanted to say something befitting the situation, but apart from clearing my throat, I was incapable of any such feat. Time lost its meaning. As if in slow motion, our heads got closer and closer until our lips met in a tender, tentative kiss. That broke the seal. All that had been locked up tight and safe was set free in one split second. I was submerged with feelings long forgotten and entirely new altogether. One single, lonely tear ran down her cheek, before my lips intercepted it. The last drop of salt before unimaginable sweetness.

We kissed again, our lips lightly pressed together, suspending us in this perfect moment in time, where nothing else existed but this. I suppose we both had the same incredulous look on our face, could not believe what was happening; a forgotten dream of ineffable longing connected our souls.

It was almost dark in the room, only Prospero's eyes eerily reflected the light from a window opposite to mine. I don't know how long it had been that we just sat there, locked in a ritual of diffusing each other's existence, without speaking or even moving. I started shivering a little, as I had forgotten to turn on the heating when we got in. She moved to the side when she anticipated what I wanted to do for us. I got up, switched on the heating and lit some candles. For a moment I considered putting on some music, but I was too dazed to feel able to make a good choice. Sheila watched my every move, quietly, motionless but with an expression of peace and restored faith in the fairness of life. I closed the curtains and returned to the all so familiar stranger that had affected me in so many different ways in the course of but a few hours. My perceptions were enhanced to an almost painful degree. When I embraced her again, all that was on my mind was her. The question of right and wrong had retreated into meaninglessness. All there was left was her, and me, just us.

Our bodies started the slow dance of exploring each other. Her face relaxed completely when I very lightly touched her with my fingertips, tracing up and downward her neck, along her face, then searching and finding her hands. Our hands engaged in a continuous play of caressing, clasping, releasing and energising, while we gingerly rubbed our faces and covered each other with myriads of tender kisses. Our hands engaged our arms, extending the warm tingling sensation in ever widening circles. Our lips locked in an unhurried but gradually more passionate kiss, our tongues traversing alternately into each other's inner softness. Our hands parted and continued their journey in deliciously slow movements, to meet again, clasp, raise each others arms and let them succumb to gravity. We broke our lock and just looked at each other in wonderment.

Quietly we started to undress each other. There was no superfluous or abrupt motion, everything was in a completely natural flow that seemed to have established itself. I unclasped her bra while she took off my shirt. My hands travelled from her hips upwards, only slightly brushed her beautiful breasts and traced her shoulders. She mirrored my motions in perfect harmony. She moved a little closer to me and her hardened nipples occasionally touched my bare chest as we resumed kissing.




Strangers on a Train



We had knelt opposite each other for the entire time, but now it was getting a little uncomfortable. She understood what I intimated without a single word and reclined on her back. I moved to the very edge of the sofa to allow her to stretch out comfortably. However, she did not stop at that, raised her hip to access her skirt's zipper and pulled it down to her thighs in one quick motion. I finished what she started and then got up myself to get out off the trousers, shoes and socks. She continued pulling down her stockings and again I helped for the final moves. All that was left was a black but see-through pair of panties, however, when I took off my boxers she didn't hesitate for second to relieve herself of the last piece of fabric that could have come between us.

Oddly enough I had felt only mildly aroused until that point. The sight of her body was breathtaking. She moved slightly onto her left side, so that I had would have enough space to lie next to her. So I did. The first delicious moments our bodies lightly touched was sending shivers up and down my spine. We kissed tenderly whilst our hands roamed free on all the newly found pastures, deliberately avoiding direct contact with our most sensitive areas. Everything was light, gentle and engendered a feeling of weightlessness. It was incredible.

Gradually our kisses grew more passionate and our contact more intense. I felt her hands trailing up my upper thighs and this time she turned inward. I gasped when she took hold of my cock for the first time. She withdrew her lips from mine and watched me attentively as she slowly worked it up and down from the shaft. It did not take long to get me up to the fullest possible extent. She turned her head to take a visual account of what she had accomplished there, smiled, gave me brief kiss on my lips and started a kissing trail down my chest, her hand moving further up my rejoicing prick, thus intensifying the sensation. When her head had reached my belly button, she used her tongue to circle around it. I tensed up, as the sensation became almost unbearable when she continued that further outward towards my hips.

She stopped, adjusted her position and lowered her head only a few millimetres above my dick. She did not actually touch it yet, but blew her hot breath up and down its full length. Wisps of her hair tickled and teased my skin and my hands clenched the sofa cushions as I was about to lose it. Her tongue entered the arena and very, very slowly trailed up and down my cock, then homing in on the head, bringing her lips into play. Instead of lowering her head onto it, she squeezed one of her hands under my body until it rested between my lower back and my buttocks, then slowly lifted my pelvis up with this leverage. I had used this grip myself before, but this was something else altogether. She established a countermotion, sucking when releasing my pelvis and bringing me close to the point of no return in absolutely no time. She must have sensed that, as she interrupted her manipulations and started nibbling on it, next nigh to painful, but yet not quite.

She proceeded in a more customary fashion, wickedly alternating slow and faster spells, working me with an expertise I had never before encountered. I was about to beg her to let me come, when she used one of her hands to support her head work. She lifted her head up and watched me while jerking me to my orgasm.

When the first spasms subsided, she sucked the last drops out of me.

She used my boxers to wipe off the massive amount of spunk from my belly and chest. I propped myself up and kissed her. It was strangely arousing to get a taste of my own cum.

I gently pushed her on her back and gave her room to be able to sprawl out for maximum comfort. Starting from her face, I let my fingertips and palms hover over her incredible body, so that I only haphazardly touched her. She moaned in delight and I noticed goose pimples on her skin. I lingered for awhile above her clean shaven and somewhat girlish looking pussy, feeling a source of heat ready for spontaneous combustion.

I descended down to her legs, clasped her ankles and began pulling her towards me, a few millimetres at a time. I reversed the movement and pushed them slightly back, then opened and closed them, all almost in slow motion, only using the most delicate pressure and pull. Then I raised her closed legs from her ankles upwards, gently kissing her calves and proceeding to the backside of her knees. I drew small circles with my tongue, but she was either too sensitive in that area or not relaxed enough to endure this and let out small shrieks while twitching a little. So I proceeded drawing a criss-crossing pattern with my tongue on the back of her thighs, until I reached her buttocks. I extended my tongue between them and probed at her anus. I halted and stretched her legs even further towards her upper body so that we managed to get a sofa cushion under her behind for extra comfort.

Although I had not touched it yet in any way, her pussy glistened with moisture in the candle light. I encouraged her to find a comfy position to open her legs for me. I paused and looked at her, her face slightly reddened, her eyes sparkling like stars in a winter night. She started heaving her pelvis up and down, so it was time for me to continue what I had started. While my hands lightly grazed the inside of her thighs I planted my lips just below her belly button, and began sucking, whilst slowly moving my head from left to right and back again. When I returned to the middle, I continued my journey south, stiffening my tongue to assist and enhance the sensation until I reached her honey pot.

She was decidedly wet and quite puffed up already, so I started off with only light and gentle laps up and down, gradually increasing the pressure and alternating with slow circles. Her clit was swollen considerably, so for the time being I avoided direct contact and licked on either side around it for a while, before continuing downward, leisurely probing the inside of her lips. The amount of heat emanating from her was so intense, that I did not want to tease her further and continued upwards again. I let the tip on my tongue rest on her most sensitive spot for a few seconds, sucking it cautiously at the same time, before I began to lick her unintermittent and relentlessly, only varying speed and direction as a direct response to her moaning and breathing rhythm. She was building up to her orgasm very quickly and although I had planned to let her teeter at the brink for a while, as a sweet revenge for her earlier torture, the flow of things seemed to mandate this slightly more natural conclusion. She came with force and a lot of noise.

I could sense that she wanted me close to her, so I left my vantage point and we huddled and cuddled for a while, kissing each other softly, thus changing the pace and quality back to exquisite tenderness. However, slowly but surely the need to be even closer to each other emerged, not as an heated urge, but as the ultimate expression of what had suffused and guided us through this glorious evening. I rolled on top of her and tried to find a good position for my arms in order not to put too much weight on her. Sheila took hold of my cock and guided it inside of her. I took my time to feast on this delightful sensation before establishing a calm and emphatic rhythm, halting occasionally and then proceeding with an incrementally more pronounced passion. Still it was more flow than force, and we just coasted through waves and waves of sheer bliss. The waves grew in height and might, until they eventually broke, for both of us, only a few seconds apart.

It took a while to return to a more familiar reality.

"Oh my God ... unbelievable ... what was that? I ... "

She put a finger on my lips, beaming with joy.

"That my love was what happens, when you don't run from me ... "

All this feeling, all this wonder, all this bliss was but the beginning. The light, that had sprung out of Sheila's darkest hour and the twilight of my own, continued to shine forth on our lives. Sometimes it takes a tear to connect two hearts, like strangers on a train.



Strangers on a Train



This is my first try at something different from incest stories. I hope you will like it. As always, any and all comments are welcome although I prefer to get comments without angry invectives *wink*

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With a sigh I sat down on my seat, plugged in the power cord to my laptop and booted up. I had a 6-hour ride ahead of me so I wouldn't be home until well after midnight. On the other hand, there was nobody waiting for me as my wife left me a year ago when the company I work for moved HQ to another town and I had to commute. Every Monday morning I took the train from home and 6 hours later I was at my office. Every Friday evening I went the other way, back home. I made good money and I suppose I could have moved closer to my work, but I was planning to start my own business and I really loved my house so I took the pains of travelling. As I said, my wife didn't.

I'm James. 38 years old, single with no children. I'm 6" tall and weigh about 190. I try to keep in shape, especially since I was divorced. The competition on the meat market is harsh so you really need to do and look your best. I guess I'm alright in the looks department and I'd had a few lovers the last year but only one-night stands and nothing mind blowing or even worth remembering. Since the trains had started keeping a wireless internet connection I had at least found a way to spend my time during commuting; reading stories at a site called Literotica. I had even tried to write my own but until now I haven't published any of them. What's to say that my fantasies are as interesting to the rest of the world?

I was sitting in my seat with a second seat next to me, a table in front and two seats on the other side of the table, turned towards me -- almost like a lounge group. The car was empty except of myself, which was the way it always was this time at night. Suddenly I heard the click-clack of high heels on the floor of the isle and a woman walked by, looked at me, smiled 'hello' and found her seat. She sat down on the other side of the isle, a few seats away, but turned in my direction. I had a great view of this woman and suddenly my journey didn't seem as boring anymore! I've always been a bit of a voyeur, getting kicks out of watching almost as much as participating myself and this woman was well worth watching!

She looked to be in her early 30s with her jet-black hair cropped short, like a helmet on her head. She wore a dark red silk blouse and a short, brown suede skirt that ended just above the knees. It was very tight, enough to cause her some problems sitting down, and it made her ass look beautiful. It was perfectly shaped just as her long legs that ended in brown suede boots that seemed to be form pressed unto her stockinged legs. I couldn't keep my eyes off her! For a minute I thought I'd pick up my cell phone and try to take a picture of her, but decided against it. Our eyes met and I realised that she was well aware of my eyes roaming over her body. She only smiled at me, took a magazine from her purse, crossed her legs and started reading. My jaw dropped when she crossed her legs, as her skirt rode up so high on her thighs that i could discern her stocking tops. Not hose, then! I felt my dick grow hard in my pants. I put my hand down to put it right and when I looked up again, I saw her smile and avert her eyes. Damn, she had seen me! This was getting interesting.

For the next 20 minutes or so, I tried to concentrate on an erotic story I was trying to write, but my eyes kept wandering over her body. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs showing me quite a lot of her thighs and as the skirt rode up even higher I could only just see something black -- her panties. She started teasing her hair and then her hand slowly caressed her neck and down to her blouse. She undid one button, then another, and slid her hand inside. She was touching herself! Her eyes met mine and I didn't even pretend I wasn't looking. I gave her an appreciating smile and she smiled back, removing her hand from the blouse and putting a long well-manicured red nail on her lower lip. I saw her nod to herself and then she stood up. Damn! I thought. She's mad at me and is leaving. I couldn't have been more wrong.

She took her bag and purse and turned towards me, took the three steps that brought her to my 4-seat part, looked at me and smiled.

"Hello. I'm Jessica Jones. I've seen you on this train a few times and decided to start talking to you since it seems that we're both travelling on this train a lot."

I rose and put out my hand.

"I'm James Gorth, commuter. Pleased to meet you, Jessica."

She looked me over, from top to bottom, noticing the bulge in my pants. I had forgotten my hard-on! She only smiled.

"Delighted. May I sit here? It seems idiotic that we sit apart since we're going to the same city and there's nobody else here, doesn't it?"

"Oh, certainly. Please sit down." I sat down quickly myself trying to preserve some self-respect and hoping my blush would fade soon. Jessica sat opposite me, our knees almost touching, and we started chatting about everything. She then nodded at my laptop and asked me if I was working.

"I don't want to disturb you if you've got work to do, James."

"Please, it's Jim. And I don't. I use it to surf the 'net a bit and pass the time. I get enough work during the weeks not to want to work during my time off as well."

"I know what you mean, Jim. What sites do you visit? Anything fun?"

Did I notice a suggestive tone in her voice? Was I only imagining? I don't know, but I decided to tell her the truth. What the hell, I'm a grown man. I can do what I want, right?

"Recently, I've found a site with some really erotic stories written by the community that visit the site. I find it a good way to pass the time. I've even decided that I want to try to write something myself, but I don't know what yet."

"Erotic stories? Mmm..." Jessica licked her lips. "That sounds really...'fun', I think. Do you think we could read some together? Or maybe you could read something for me?"

"Well, I guess I could try to read you something, but I've got to warn you that the stories are pretty graphic! What kind of story do you want to hear? They've got everything, from group sex, to fetishes to exhibitionism to incest stories."

"Wow, some hard choices there. Let's start with exhibitionism. That sounds hot!"

She leaned back in her seat, the three top buttons of the blouse still undone and the black lace of her bra showing in the opening. Her skirt rode up to show half her thigh and I could barely keep my hands off her legs. My erection started to feel really uncomfortable by now but I didn't dare to do anything about it as she would see it from very close quarters. 

I started going through the site looking for a good story and found the top lists. I picked the number one on the list and started reading. Very soon I got really embarassed reading this graphic story to this woman in front of me, but when I started to stutter she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"What's wrong, Jim?"

"Ehh...it's kind of embarassing to read this to a complete stranger, and a beautiful woman at that."

"Well don't be embarassed. I'm not. I can handle graphic language, don't you worry. In fact, it turns me on when someone talks dirty. I do it myself when I'm really hot."

The laptop visible moved as my cock twitched at her words. She saw it and laughed deep in her throat. I heard her mumble something to herself.

"I'm sorry? I didn't quite get that?"

"Oh...I just like what I saw..."

Her dark eyes were like wells I could drown in, her soft, red lips damp and made for kissing. I could almost not control myself. She asked me to keep reading. As I read on, her hands were starting to move over her body, slowly, barely visible at first. Then one hand slid inside her blouse again and I could see her fingers move over the nipple of one breast. My voice grew hoarse as I kept on reading. The story was scorching hot and so was Jessica. She looked up, her hand still inside her blouse.

"I love your voice. It gives me goosebumps to hear your voice reading this story. And the story is so hot, I can't believe it. If I'd known that we could spend our trips this way, I'd have contacted you long ago when I first saw you. Please, keep reading!"

She unbuttoned another two buttons on her blouse, displaying a black-lace bra and the tops of her beautiful breasts. Her left nipple was peeking out above the cup. It was big, hard and made for my lips and tongue. She reached behind her back, unhooked the bra and took it off. Her breasts were a perfect handful, probably a size B, and firm as a teenager's and the only thing showing that these breasts belonged to a grown-up woman was the size of the nipples, that stood out at least ½ an inch. 

"I hope you don't mind? I get so horny hearing your voice telling this story." 

"Of course not. I'll try to keep reading but it's not getting any easier. You're a damn fine woman, Jessica."

"Thanks Jim. You're not too bad yourself. Try to keep reading for a bit longer, please? It makes me so damn horny you can't believe it!"

I got back to the story and kept reading. While I read my eyes went to the sight not three feet away, this sexy woman caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples and licking her fingers. She was almost writhing in her seat after a while. Then she slid down in her seat, put her one foot on the seat opposite (next to mine) and as the skirt rode up she put her hand on her crotch, rubbing her pussy outside the panties. She was moaning loudly by know. Next thing I knew she removed her panties, put them on the keyboard in front of me and sat back with her legs open. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, swollen and shining from her juices. I could see her clit coming out of it's hood and her labia were swollen with blood. This woman was horny!

"Smell my thong, Jim. Please!"

I looked at her, took the small piece of black cloth and put it to my nose. I inhaled deeply and almost fainted. Her sex smelled musky with a slight hint of a sexy perfume -- it was very much the scent of a Woman. 

"Lick it. Taste my juices!"

I put the thong in my mouth and could taste her. 

"I'd much rather taste you from the source, Jessica."

She looked me straight in the eyes, put 2 fingers in her pussy and pushed them as deep as they could go. Then she brought them to my lips.

"Taste me, Jim. Taste what you've done to me."

Her pussy juices were sweet, salty and almost a litte spicy. There was an explosion of taste in my mouth and I felt my cock grow even harder. I didn't care anymore so I unzipped my pants and took it out. I held my cock in my hand, a drop of pre-cum on the head, and pointed it straight at Jessica. She looked at it with large eyes, sat up then went to her knees and put her hand over mine. She started pulling my hand up and down on my cock. Then she took a drop of precum on her fingertip and put it in her mouth. 

"Mmm...you taste great. I haven't tasted a man in 2 years. I really need this. Do you let me?"

"Do what you want with me, Jessica. I'm yours."

She swallowed half my cock in her first try, then started sucking and stroking it. One hand cupped my balls as I could feel her tongue swirling over the helmet. This woman knew what she was doing, that's for sure! It felt great, better than ever before and I quickly felt my orgasm approaching so I tried to push her away.

"I'm close, Jessica. I'm gonna cum!"

"I want you to cum. I want it in my mouth and on my tits! Shoot all over me!"

She was panting, I was panting and as she kept fucking me with her hot wet mouth I erupted. My sperm shot out of my cock in hot, long streams. The first 3 she took in her mouth, but then she aimed it at her breasts and I saw my cum splashing on her nipples and chest. When it finally ended she took my cock in her mouth again, emptying it of every last drop. Then she swallowed hard, looked at me and smiled.

"Wow! That was so fucking hot! I never came without touching myself before! I came when I felt you cumming. Oh, how I missed this! I can't believe I've made do with my vibrator for 2 whole damn years. I want you to eat me now. I want to feel your tongue on my hot pussy!"

I quickly lifted her and sat her down on a seat, knelt in front of her and started kissing her all over her pussy and the insides of her thighs. She was dripping wet and tasted very much like woman. I lapped, licked and kissed her clit, labia and pushed my tongue deep inside her pussy when she suddenly, without warning, came with a scream.

"OH, OH, OH, OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH YES, RIGHT THERE. DON'T STOP. I'M...CUMMINGGGggggg!!!"

She slowed down, grabbed my head and kissed my pussy soaked face and then our lips met, our tongues met and we french kissed. The kiss went on forever and her tongue was running wild in my mouth. She withdrew but kept sucking on my tongue. Looking deeply into my eyes, she let go of my tongue with an audible "plop" and straddled me. My by now limp cock was aimed directly at her wet slit and she started grinding her pussy on my cock. Happy with the attention, my cock soon started to swell again. At three-quarters mast, she took my member in her hand, lined it up against her swollen, soaking labia and sat down on me. Every part of my rapidly growing cock was pressed against the soft, velvety, wet insides of her pussy and as she started riding me I could do nothing but settle down and enjoy the ride. And how I enjoyed it! 

Jessica really meant what she said about talking dirty when she was horny. She let out a constant torrent of dirty talk as she rode my rock-hard cock in a steady rhythm.

"Oh yes! Fuck my pussy. Oh you're so hard, your cock feels so good inside my wet snatch. I'm gonna cum all over your fucking cock! I feel completely filled up by your hard, beautiful cock. It's been so long since I had a cock inside me. Fuck me! Grab my ass!"

I grabbed her ass in my hands and lifted her up and let her slam herself down as I squeezed her great ass hard. I made the tip of my index finger wet in her pussy juices that almost splashed as our pelvises met and pressed my finger into her asshole. That made her scream out loud!

"Oh my Goooood! I'm cumming. Oh fuck, you've got your finger in my ass! I can't believe how great it feels. I'm cumming...AHHHHhhhhh!"

I could feel her pussy contracting as her orgasm hit her with the force of a freight train. She pushed hard down on my cock that was buried inside her completely. I could almost feel the head press against her cervix and her entire body was vibrating. Slowly she came back to herself and kissed me with her soft, full lips. 

"I want your cum inside me. Please let me get you off."

As she said that, she started moving up and down slowly on my hard cock. Then she stood, turned her back to me and with a hand on my cock she sat down again, riding me again. She took my hands in her and put one on her breast and the other on her pussy.

"Rub my nipple and my clit while I ride your big, beautiful cock until you come hard deep inside my aching pussy. Fuck me hard now!"

I pinched her hard nipple with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other while she grabbed my balls and started massaging my scrotum, still riding me. I felt a tingling sensation in my spine as my orgasm started to close in.

"I'm cumming in your beautiful pussy, Jessica. I can feel my seed getting close to explode inside your hot cunt!"

"Oh yes, Jim. Fill me with your hot seed! Fuck me hard and empty your balls inside my wet pussy! Cum for me, baby!"

With an inarticulate moan, I shot a huge load of semen inside Jessica. Spurt after spurt of hot seed shot up into her womb. As I came she orgasmed too and her pussy's contractions milked the last of my cum out of my balls. I don't think I ever came that hard or that much. And I had cum just half an hour earlier! This woman made me so horny it was unbelievable.

She remained sitting on me with my limping cock inside her tight pussy and leant back towards my chest. Turning her head towards me, our lips met in a soft kiss that promised more heat a little later. 

"I want to sit here and keep your cum inside my pussy for a very long time, Jim. I haven't felt my insides being sprayed by a hot cock in two years, as I said earlier, and I want to hold on to this feeling in case it takes another two years until the next time." She looked afraid as her eyes met mine.

"I really don't want this to be a one off, Jessica. I don't know about you, but I'm a single man whose only attachments are my work. I would really want us to keep seeing each other as much as possible. To me, this is only the first time of many. You're a beautiful, sexy woman and I have never met anyone whose body fits me so perfectly. I really don't want to lose you already."

"Do you mean that, Jim? Because I'm single too and I agree; your cock, your tongue, your hands, all of you seems to be made for me, made to bring me pleasure. I want us to keep at this for as long as we can. I love the feel of your cock inside me, even now when it's not hard, and I want to keep this feeling for as long as I can."

As she spoke, she tensed her muscles and I felt her pussy contracting around my limp cock. A soft tingle told me that I probably would be able to fuck her soon again. 

"Do you want to come home with me tonight, Jessica? And we can go to your place tomorrow and get you some clothes or whatever you need. I want to do this over and over again, all night if possible."

"Yes, Jim. I'd really like that. And tomorrow, maybe we can go shopping for some really hot outfits I can wear for you? I'm an exhibitionist and nothing gets me as hot as showing myself off while knowing that they can look but only one can touch...you. I hope that doesn't put you off?"

"Jessica, the thought of seeing you showing your body for the world to see and knowing only I can touch makes me so horny it's incredible. I'm in on anything you suggest."

The train ride finally ended and we came to my house at midnight. What happened there and later is for another story, though.

End.



Strangers on a Train



The noise was unbearable. Commuting from the city centre to the outskirts of London during rush hour every day was a nightmare at the best of times. Elbowing your way onto the train in a fight to get one of the last seats remaining and, if you were one of the lucky few who managed this small victory, you were always left sitting next to the heavy-set guy who took up his own space and half of yours, or the asshole who had made himself comfortable when he had got on at the station before and no matter how much you glared, or 'accidentally' stamped on his feet, he refused to sit up properly and allow other passengers to sit in more comfort themselves.

This time however, Lucy was late leaving work and had had to run for the train, jumping on at the last minute and narrowly missing the doors as they slid smoothly to a close behind her. 

The carriage was busy, but being one of the front cars made it quieter than the middle of the train where she could well imagine the commuters were packed in so tight that an unlucky few even had their faces squashed up against the glass in the doors. As it was, although forced to stand by a door, Lucy was one of only three people who did not get a seat.

But as for the noise, well that was just horrific. Ever since the invention of the 'Walkman Phone' hundreds of teenage idiots across the country had decided that rather than using headphones and just entertaining themselves with their 'music', they would much prefer to introduce anyone within earshot to whatever dreadful wailing crap was currently a favourite among pubescents without taste. And so, Lucy and approximately fifty to sixty other weary city workers were currently being treated to a very loud, very obnoxious Eminem-wannabe (probably some poor-little-rich-boy from Notting Hill) desperately attempting to rap through the tiny speakers of a mobile phone.

But, being the polite Brit that we are all known to be, and despite sighs of frustration and the odd person rolling their eyes and glancing in the general direction of the spotty little git, no one said a word.

Lucy closed her eyes for a moment and laid her head on the cool glass of the train door. Winter was coming on fast and although it was only a little after six in the evening, already it was dark outside. She was so tired of fighting every day to stay alive in her job that even though it was only Wednesday, she could already feel the exhaustion of a long week washing over her body.

The train slowed down and she opened her eyes to see the lights of the next station move past the window. Glancing at her reflection, Lucy grimaced at herself. Her eyes, so big that an artist friend used to say they belonged on a Manga character, used to sparkle when she smiled, but now they seemed to have lost all of their life and staring back at her all she could see was dull blue. Her shoulder length blonde hair was hanging limp around her and her clothes seemed to hang off her frame as if they wanted to run from her and be on someone who deserved to own such garments.

As the train slowed to a stop, Lucy moved aside to let passengers off the train and bent at the waist to pull on her knee-length boots. An absolute necessity when wearing a skirt in cold weather, she had discovered. She stood back up to full height again and immediately had to lean against the wall of the carriage in shock when she came face to face with the Adonis who had just embarked.

The train doors closed and Lucy, who was self-confessed, possibly the shyest person on the planet, immediately looked down and away from this beautiful man. As they pulled away from the station she turned and began studying the map on the wall in an attempt to find absolutely anything that would stop her from looking at him again.

But her body betrayed her. And as the world outside was once again plunged into the darkness of the night, her eyes drifted once more to the windows in the door of the carriage and she found herself staring again. 

The man himself was currently engrossed in sending a text message on his mobile phone so Lucy took the opportunity to give him the once-over. At six-foot tall, and a medium build, he was really quite stunning. She took time to admire his mousy brown hair, still messy from the wind outside, and clean shaven face. Lucy never did like facial hair anyway.

His suit was simple, but elegant. At thirty-one, Lucy didn't really know much about fashion but she guessed it was tailored because it fit him perfectly.

Her eyes wandered back to his face. It was hard to tell his age through the darkened image of the glass, but placed him at no older than her -- possibly even a little younger. A trader maybe, she mused, or a banker. Something in the financial sector. And his nice brown eyes were looking back at her.

He was looking at her. Shit.

Quickly, and with absolutely no sense of decorum whatsoever, she tore her eyes away and stared fixedly at the ground, embarrassment only slightly besting the overwhelming sensation of arousal she felt in the pit of her stomach. She could still feel his grin at catching her out and her cheeks reddened as the train entered a tunnel, but then everything went black.

The train ground to a sudden halt and everything went eerily quiet. Even the irritating thud of the teenager's music ceased as everyone sat in the darkness, waiting for something to be done. At any moment Lucy fully expected panic and rioting as the passengers realized they were stuck in the dark, in a tunnel, but surprisingly, there was nothing but stillness. Then a crackly voice over the tannoy:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologize for the disruption to your service this evening. It seems there's a broken down train on the tracks ahead of us and we're going to be sat here for a little while until they get it moving." There was a pause for a moment, and then: "And for all passengers in the first four coaches, to make things even more interesting for you, I'm afraid there's some sort of power fault at your end. Once we get to the next station I'll ask you all to make your way to the rear eight carriages where we have light, but for health and safety reasons, I think it's best if you all stay where you are for now. I'll keep you all appraised of any developments. Sorry again." And with another crackle, they were left alone in the dark.

Lucy could hear a general murmuring begin amongst the passengers, which quickly became a lot louder as more people began conversations with one another. It amused her that even in the dark, complete strangers would converse in a crisis.

Lucy remained silent, choosing to occupy her time wondering idly what the man in the doorway was doing, when suddenly she felt a presence close behind her. She turned her head in the darkness and could feel breath on her neck. Her pulse increased rapidly as she fought to try and remember who, aside from the man himself, had been in the doorway with her when the lights went out. Her question was answered for her.

"There's no one but us." A disembodied voice whispered in her ear as she felt arms sliding around her waist and a very male, very aroused body pressed up against her back.

She should step away, she knew that's what she should do, but Lucy couldn't bring herself to move. Her body craved this attention so badly and after three years of nothing but a battery-powered companion to satisfy the need, she could finally have what her libido was crying out for. She'd never done anything like this before in her life but for once she really, desperately wanted to throw caution to the wind and just go with the moment.

And so, despite all of the warnings screaming through her mind, she did.

With a deep breath, Lucy pressed back against the man and laid her head on his shoulder, exposing her throat. She could feel his hands untying the knot on her trench coat and pulling it open. Her hands reached back to grasp his trousers, confirming in her mind that it was indeed the man in the suit touching her as he slid his hands over her silk shirt, running his palms over her stomach and up over her breasts, hushing her quickly when the action elicited a groan.

Conscious of time constraints, knowing that the train could continue moving again at any moment, the man removed his hands from her chest and slid them down her sides to the tops of her boots, then back up again, this time taking her skirt with him. One arm around her waist to keep her feet in place, he pushed her forward slightly so that she was forced to put her hands against the doors of the train and with one swift move he divested Lucy of her underwear. She shivered as she felt the cold air against her moist skin but before she could register more than this, the man had taken his place on his knees behind her and began to lick her pussy with such fervor that her knees began to shake.

Automatically she spread her legs wider for better access and her hips began to thrust in time to his tongue on her clitoris. She could still make out the chatter from the other passengers on the train but at that moment nothing mattered more than this man and his unbelievably talented tongue.

The loss of one of her senses seemed to heighten the sensation for Lucy because, as the man reached up and under her top of knead her breasts as he continued to kiss and lick at her wet, aching cunt, she could feel the onset of her orgasm approaching. And when he ruthlessly pushed at her bra and started to tweak her nipples as he hummed quietly onto her clitoris she came so hard her whole body shook and she had to bite the collar of her jacket to stop from crying out.

As soon as her body quieted, she felt the man rise from his kneeling state and position himself behind her. Then she heard a zip. He grabbed her right hand and pulled it behind her, wrapping her fingers around his swollen cock and pushing himself through the little tunnel her hand had made.

"You want this?" he asked a little breathlessly.

She didn't even have to think twice. "Yes," she replied with absolute certainty. "Now."

But it had been a while since she had felt the real thing inside her and his initial penetration was so sudden she felt the breath go out of her with a whoosh. Nevertheless, he continued on, plowing into her, not gently, but ruthlessly fucking her from behind.

"So wet," he moaned quietly as he grabbed her nipples again and pinched them, eliciting a small cry from Lucy as he moved his hands back to her waist and continued to thrust harder and faster. Immediately she felt her second orgasm approach.

This time when she came it was with such force she could feel the muscles in her body pushing his cock out of her and he grunted with the exertion of continuing to push into her as he rode through her waves of pure bliss. One hand was removed from her hip and covered her mouth as she came and she pushed her head back on his shoulder, arching her back and pressing his cock into her body as far as it would go.

When she was finally sated he withdrew and ran a shaking hand through her damp hair. "Better?" he asked with a small laugh. 

She smiled in the darkness, then realized than in her selfishness to satisfy her own need, he was still hard as a rock and probably suffering more than a little. 

Quickly, she pulled herself away from him and was on her knees in a matter of seconds. He could feel her hands on his hips as she steadied herself and he must have known what was coming. "You don't have to..." he began but she already had one hand around his throbbing penis and he couldn't help but groan as she tentatively licked the tip.

It tasted of her, she realized as she slowly guided more and more of his aching cock into her mouth. Careful to cover her teeth with her lips, she slowly moved her mouth up and down the shaft, her right hand moving to rub at the base as her left cupped his balls and he groaned again. 

The tannoy came on again: "Ladies and Gentlemen, I've been informed that the train in front is about to be on the move, so we should be on our way in a couple of minutes. The engineers from the other train are traveling with us so we'll also be getting everyone in the front four carriages some light. Once again, please accept my apologies for any inconvenience this has caused to your journey tonight."

Now on a deadline, Lucy began to work in earnest, she felt the man brace his hands on the walls above her and she started to suck and lick and use her hands with all of her might. She knew he was close when his hips began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, faster and faster, but she simply closed her eyes and held on for the ride.

After a minute or two of the best oral sex she could possibly give, she felt his whole body tense. "Please," he whispered, "I'm going to..." but she held on tight and a second later he was coming in her mouth. Stream after stream of Semen pumped into her mouth as she swallowed quickly and grabbed his hips to hold him in place. She felt one final jerk and shudder, then his knees bent and his right hand moved down to run through her hair.

"Thank you," he whispered as she stood to pull her underwear up and straighten her clothes. She could hear him do the same as she replied with a small laugh "I think I should be the one saying that."

As if on queue the train jerked once and began to move again. Still in complete darkness, the passengers in the carriage with Lucy ceased their chatter and gave a cheer and the lights of the next station stop began to light up the interior.

Lucy looked shyly over at the man with whom she had just spent possibly the most incredible twenty minutes of her life. "What's your name?" She asked as her cheeks began to grow pink again.

The man looked up from his mobile phone. "Excuse me?" he said as the train pulled in to the station and the doors began to open. The look on his face was one of complete confusion.

Lucy looked at him a moment, then at the floor. What happened? He was looking at her as if she were a total stranger. Was it possible that she had imagined the whole thing? The ache in her body didn't think so. She looked up again and, realizing this was her stop quickly stepped off the train before turning around to look at the man through the closing doors.

She continued to stare at his blank face busy typing away on his phone, until the train began to pull away. Then he raised his head, looked her right in the eye and grinned.

"Next time," he mouthed as the train moved off into the night and somehow Lucy knew there would be.

The End.



Strangers on a Train



Amelia took a seat on an almost deserted train, she looked around her. There was a couple a few seats away, too deep within each others mouths to notice her. A man with his head stuck in a paper across the aisle from her and a woman looking into a compact mirror tidying her hair a few seats in front of her. She tried to decide who her next victim would be. Which would best enjoy what she had to offer. The couple looked far too into each other for her to join their party and the gentleman looked as old as her father. The woman though, hmmm. She had merit, but she thought she'd wait until the next stop to see if anyone else gets aboard that really fits her criteria.

Five minutes later the train pulled in at the next station and she spied her next victim, a tall handsome man, she put him in his early to mid twenties, he had dark brown, almost black hair and wore a high quality suit.

"Time to initiate stage one" she thought to herself and walked over to him dropping her handkerchief just behind where he was sat. She bent over to pick it up, letting her short skirt ride up and show him her perfect rounded ass cheeks. The fact she wasn't wearing underwear left him breathless, and the fact that she had a virbrator strapped to her really excited him. She could already see the erection he so desperately tried to hide.

"Like what you see?" she asked as she turned around to face him.

"Oh yeah," he said panting as she walked over and sat on his lap. "Want a closer more private look?"

All the poor guy could do was nod as she dragged him off toward the privacy of the train toilet. Stage One was complete, onto Stage Two.

"Now I said closer look, not closer touch, you can watch me all you want but you can't touch me, or yourself got that?"

He nodded as she started to rock the vibrator in and out of her pussy before bringing it out and running it under his nose.

"Like the smell of that baby?" He nodded then moved his head to try and lick the vibrator, he just wanted a little taste of what this woman wass like.

"Oh not yet baby, we'll be in here for quite a while, you'll have your taste of my pussy in due time." She grabbed her purse and handed it to him. "You get to chose what I do next for you."

The stranger just couldn't believe his luck, a beautiful sensual young woman seducing him. He peered into her bag and pulled out some anal beads, wrapping them around his hand.

"Oh those are fun.. put some lube on my ass and I will insert them all for you,"

His eyes were out on stalks but he did as he was asked, not wanting to disappoint her. He just couldn't believe it as she took one bead after another up her ass. The first went in so easily, but as they got bigger she had to struggle to make them enter her.

"Don't worry baby, they'll all fit, I've fit bigger things than these into my ass before, I love taking things in the ass. Maybe you'll get lucky today. How would like to feel your prick inside my hot asshole huh?"

"Right now I want to bury it in your dripping cunt and tease you with those beads," he replied, straining against his pants.

"No, no, no," she replied and dipped her hand in his pants, "Hmmm, not bad. I'd say about 8 inches."

"Not bad?" he winked. "Come on baby let me show you just how big I am. Let me stick the hard thick cock so deep in your wet gorgeous pussy."

"Not yet cowboy before you get to stick your cock in me, you get to stick your tongue and another one of my toys in me and get me off."

He grinned and and looked in her bag once more, pondering over what to get this time. He looked up at her and back in the bag wondering if he was seeing things. [i]'Would she really use these in public? Why would she carry these with her?'[/i] He thought to himself?

"I see you found my nipple clamps," she giggled. "That little box attached to the wires control the amount of current it puts through to them, these are my favourite."

"Oh we'll have to be used" he grinned attaching each clamp to her erect nipples turning them up to the level one for the moment. Then he dug back into her purse of wonders looking for one more thing for her before engaging on her assult.

He slipped the finger vibe on his little finger and pushed it to her cilt, it drummed rhythmically against her and she started moaning.

"Eat me, oh God I need to feel your mouth on me your tongue inside me" she moaned loudly. She was sure everyone in the train heard her and she couldn't have cared less, actually the thought of it just made her even hotter. "Make me cum for you baby, make me cum so hard for you."

He pulled away from her and took his dick out of his pants, rolling a condom over the tip and down the side and plunged into her,

"Oh God, that's it, right there, ohhh baby scratch that itch for me boy, deeper, to the left, right there!" She called out as she felt her orgasm nearing. "Oh God harder, pound me harder, all of you in me" she held onto the floor, pushing her hips onto his cock, riding him hard and fast. "Oh God!" she screamed out as she started to squirt her juices all over him.

He kept pounding away on her tight pussy until he was ready to climax.

"Are you ready beautiful?"

"Put that vibe back on my clit" she ordered and he obliged. "Turn it up to max power,"

He did as asked and pushed back into as far as he could, rocking them both into oblivion.

She cleaned herself up, gathered her toys and put them back in her bag. "Well thank you that was fun."

He watched her walk out of the bathroom and back to her seat on the train as if nothing happened. He followed her out and took a seat opposite her. She already had her head stuck in a book and looked nothing like the vamp she had just portray. She looked up and smiled at him before putting the book in a different, larger bag. he wondered what secrets she kept in there. She winked at him as the train pulled into the next station. She got up leaving the train and her panties on the seat as a reminder to him of what had happened.