2 comments/ 29961 views/ 3 favorites Train Of Events By: Man4Living Chapter 1 Temptress, or tester; who can tell? For once my defences were down. I was between women and descending into self abuse, which was a frequent occurrence after an affair came to an end. My every relationship since the divorce 15 years before had burst forth from a promising first date like an incandescent firework, only to fizzle out as the fantasy turned to reality. I had only one rule when dating: no married women. I had suffered for my former wife's infidelity, and I didn't want the responsibility for destroying someone else's marriage. No, make that two rules: I had to fancy my date like hell (that would be to agree to a second assignation – the first was usually a blind date). Actually, now I think of it, there was a third rule: no sex for a decent interval after meeting for the first time. Sex had a way of confusing things. ~~~~ It all started when I agreed to let a room to Helen. She was 28, blonde, not well educated, and in a dead end job. As a mature professional, I was wary of letting rooms to females, particularly young ones. My libido was still rampant, and I am a voyeur by inclination. I would not want to risk being accused of sexual molestation, or worse, rape. Anyway, usually, the enquirer – if female - would terminate the telephone enquiry, as soon as I explained the household arrangements. This time. I explained that it was me in the house alone, although my son was at university and would be home for the holidays. Mitigating circumstances were that it was a large four-bedroomed house with two reception rooms, so the lodger could have their own sitting room if they wished. "That sounds fine," she said. "My names' Helen, can I come round and view the room?" I don't regret agreeing to that. Helen was a good lodger: clean and tidy, very sociable, no ties, except for the occasional unsavoury loser, who rarely lasted more than two visits. The sort careless women picked up in clubs, or vice versa. Never as attractive in the cold light of day or when sober. Helen had local links but she was very vague about them. I surmised that she didn't get on well with her family, and didn't want to talk about them. Moreover, she wouldn't want to subsidise them from her meagre income. We got on well because she was easy going, much like me. She would fix her own meals, and often, we would eat together in the evenings and swap stories about our working day. She was a hairdresser in a local salon but her heart wasn't in her job, and she had notions of working abroad if the opportunity were to present itself. It wasn't long before Helen started to sit in the living room with me to watch whatever I had on the TV. We would talk as we watched, so I guessed she wanted what she called 'intelligent company'. It was Spring and she tended to dress down in the house: some sort of shapeless wide-necked top over a strappy vest, and woolly leggings. Helen was average looking. About three inches shorter than me, she had good, firm and muscular legs, and from what I could tell under her outfits, a shapely, rounded bottom and a fine bust. I felt the best way to handle her was as a daughter. She seemed to treat me like a father figure anyway, often confiding in me about her latest boyfriend, and asking my advice about everyday matters. William came home for one weekend and pronounced her trouble. She didn't show much interest in him either: too young, I assumed. At 28, nine year's difference might have seemed half a lifetime to her, and he probably found plenty of easy lays at uni. She had a girlfriend who lived close by and called regularly to go out with her. The friend was a bit of a slut, which probably explained why she was sadly an unmarried mother, struggling to cope in a bedsit. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "what a house. We could have some great parties in here." Spring turned into summer and the warmer days caused me a problem. I couldn't dress down at home as I was wont to when on my own. No shorts or slumming in my underpants whilst Helen was around. Helen had no such hang-ups. Her winter at-home outfits were gradually phased out for lighter wear. At first, it was loose tee shirt and leggings, then the bra was sacrificed, and she started wearing loose tops with wide necks. I had trouble preventing myself looking when she bent forwards. The sight of her generous breasts swinging freely beneath her loose top reminded me that I hadn't had sex in many months. I also began to notice how shapely her hips were. Her tops barely covered her thighs so that the shapely undersides of her bottom became apparent in her tight fitting leggings. Summer came early and it was hot. She dispensed with the leggings in favour of tiny shorts with cutaway sides. The bottom curves of her buttocks were now visible, and I felt myself increasingly awkwardly erect whenever she appeared. I had tried wearing track suit bottoms around the house, but my member stood out like a pole in a tent, so I reverted to tight jeans. At least it would keep the prick down. One particularly hot evening Helen came into the lounge minus the shorts. I had seen her often enough, wandering from bedroom to bathroom in bra and panties, and was fascinated by the variety and attractiveness of her underwear. What knickers was she wearing this evening? She flopped down at the other end of the three-seater sofa we usually sat on together, lying away from me on her side, head resting on the upholstered side arm. Her knees were drawn up towards her belly, feet pointing towards me. That was her preferred position. I never minded her making herself comfortable. I concentrated on the TV programme as usual, so as not to ogle her. "How can you cope with this heat?" she asked. "It doesn't feel bad tonight," I said, "why, are you feeling OK?" She had my attention. She brought her knees further up towards her chest and I could not stop myself looking instinctively down at the backs of her thighs and the exposed underside of her bottom. OK, let's check out the knickers. There at the top of her thighs were two beautiful brown mounds in a pear shape with a deep slit running up towards her rear – her naked pussy - about two inches away from my hand resting beside me on the sofa cushion. It would be nothing to move my hand slightly and be touching her pussy. Was that what she wanted? Surely she was asking for it. I didn't; I made no move or comment, and faced forward to try and concentrate on the TV screen. After a few minutes she sighed and left the room. I heard the front door close soon after and guessed she had gone to a pub in town to get drunk. Would she come home alone? Next morning, I was headed for the bathroom at my allotted time when Helen's door opened and she came out, also heading for the bathroom, rubbing her eyes as if just woken from sleep. She was stumbling a bit, as if still drunk from the night before. She was also stark naked. As she rubbed her eyes and raised her elbows, her breasts were lifted upwards so that they swung more freely than usual as she stumbled towards the bathroom. Wow, what a sight, and as contrived as any situation I had ever confronted. She wanted me to see her butt naked. I paused by the bathroom door to avoid bumping into her and said as gently as I could muster "Hi Helen, it's my time for the bathroom." She opened her fully eyes at that, looked at me and smiled. "Sorry, " she chuckled, "I was sleep walking, too much last night" and she dropped the side of her head on my right shoulder and her hand on my left shoulder, as if she was about to fall asleep standing up resting on my shoulder. This was going too far: over familiar and straining my self-imposed restraint to its limit. It hadn't stopped me from drinking in the gloriously sexy sight of her voluptuous body, though. I had under-estimated just how sexy and beautiful she was, naked. Some women look better unclothed than dressed. Helen was one of those. She wasn't slim, but all of her curves were in perfect proportion, and her body was firm. Moreover, her breasts were very full and round, large and soft, but not particularly saggy. They jiggled gently as she walked. Nor had I missed sight of her shaved pussy. I remember thinking: pity, now I won't know whether or not she is a true blonde. ~~~~ Back in my room, I relived those few moments of the encounter. "You prick tease," I cry, grabbing her forearms and pushing her against the landing wall, pinning her upraised arms against the wall either side of her head. I am crazed with her sexual provocation. I kiss her head, her neck, then drop my lips to her breasts and take each nipple in turn into my mouth and suck it until it stiffens and grows hugely in size. I clasp both her wrists with my left hand and using my superior strength, pin her arms against the wall above her head. She doesn't resist but stares at me, expressionless, expectant. I don't care what she thinks, whether or not she wants this. It's payback time for all those months of teasing me. She obviously wanted me to fuck her or she wouldn't have left her bedroom naked. She knew this was my time to use the bathroom. Keeping her arms pinned to the wall, I step back to survey her naked body. In that restrained position her breasts are lifted even further. Now she is breathing heavily and her chest rises and falls with each breath. She is looking me in the eye challengingly, but she does not fight me. This is exciting her. I grasp first one tit then the other, and feel them thoroughly with my hand. Then I run my fingers down her belly, turn the fingertips upwards and push my fingers between her legs, my index finger searching for her cunt. Yes, there is the clitoris standing proud and erect. I rub back and forwards against it a few times to test her reactions. She groans and moves her legs slightly apart. I can feel her vaginal wetness forming on my finger. Crooking it up in a come-hither gesture, I push it up inside her, rubbing against her clit. She gasps and pushes her torso out towards me. She wants it. Keeping her wrists pinned to the wall above her head with my left hand, I loosen the cord of my dressing gown with my right and shrug it off my right shoulder. Letting go of her wrists I shrug it off completely so that I am now naked in front of Helen. She is staring at me, wide-eyed, panting. This isn't going to be beautiful. I grab her hand and pull her down onto the landing floor on her back, push her arms above her head. That pushes her breasts up and taut. Her nipples stand proud. I pin her upper arms to the floor. I suck in a nipple, drawing it well into my mouth. She moans and shifts her hips with pleasure. After sucking the other nipple, I grab my penis and push the tip up against the slit of her cunt. She is so wet that my prick slips in with ease. I push it in deep and she lifts her hips off the floor, further to improve the angle of thrust. I push as far as it will penetrate inside her then withdraw it slowly to the neck of her vagina, before plunging it in again. At first, I regulate my thrusts through habit, but it has been so long and very quickly I lose all restraint and begin to pump furiously, selfishly, until I feel my orgasm building. With a final triumphant groan I can feel my hot sperm squirting out of me and deep up inside Helen's body. I am a spent force, and I flop my head on her breasts, resting most of my weight on my upper arms and elbows. After a few moments, I look up into Helen's eyes. I have no idea whether or not she has come. She is smiling and has a look of triumph in her eyes. ~~~~ Back to reality. Of course, I didn't really attack Helen, and I was later grateful that that I hadn't taken advantage of her. She didn't forget her shorts again. We sat at the kitchen table two evenings later. "Will you do a favour for me?" She asked. "I have a friend who is going through a very difficult separation, and wants someone to talk to." Looking me fully in the eyes, Helen continued, "I know you are an honourable man and a good listener. Would you be prepared to listen to her? I'm sure it would do her good to get another man's perspective." I agreed and gave her my mobile phone number, then forgot about it. A week or so later, she came home with an older woman whom she introduced as Susie, the mother of her best friend. They were going out clubbing together and Helen had to change her clothes. Would I mind entertaining Susie? What was she doing going out with clubbing a woman twice her age? I didn't take much notice of Susie, and don't remember what we talked about. I just wanted them out of the house so that I could relax and get on with my solitary evening. Next evening, Helen announced that she was leaving. She had got a summer job in South Africa, grooming dogs. Then she was gone. Chapter 2 Maturity doesn't necessarily mean experienced The call from the lady to whom Helen had given my number came a week after Helen's departure. It was Susie. Could she come round and talk to me? Half an hour later she was on the doorstep. This time, I had she had my undivided attention. We stood in the hall and did the preliminaries, properly this time. I invited her into the kitchen and following behind her. She was petite, say 5'4", slim with a small waist. She had silver blonde hair, well cut in a close-cropped, layered style. She was wearing a light summer dress which dropped from her waist, emphasising her rounded hips. The dress was fashionably above the knee and showed off a good pair of shapely legs. As we sat together at the kitchen table, I listened as Susie told me her story. I studied her face and realised that she was in fact classically beautiful. Every feature of that face was in perfect proportion, from the short, straight nose, the large green eyes, the tanned complexion, and her generous, smiling mouth. As she spoke I could see that men would find her attractive. When she smiled, which took some time to appear on that first occasion, she dazzled. Then men would find her irresistible. Susie had a captivating smile which drew one into her spell. She was an enchantress. What man would spurn such a beautiful woman? Susie had made a bad marriage. In her late forties, but looking much younger, she had married a man 15 years her junior. She had been attracted to his youthfulness, on the rebound from her own divorce from a much older man, for whom she had been a trophy wife. He had been a wealthy builder. Now she had a toyboy for a husband. Geoff was going through a mid-life crisis at 35, worried about Susie's advancing age, and totting up her useful years as a wife. He had decided to play around, and got himself enmeshed with a twenty-something. They had moved in together after Susie discovered the affair and threw him out. Helen had suggested that Susie speak to me after carrying out what she described as extensive tests of my honourability. I hadn't been entirely convinced by that story line but it had obviously persuaded Helen of my reliability. What if I had fucked her? Would I have failed her test of honourability, or might she have stayed instead of going off to South Africa? ~~~~ Susie sought my opinion on everything about her, from her looks, attractiveness, and what life might be like after Geoff. On that first occasion, I took her enquiries at face value and tried to be honest, objective, and constructive. I didn't attempt to flirt with her. She was a married woman, after all. She asked if we could talk again. The second m was easier. She came around the next Saturday afternoon, and we talked more about me this time, and we swapped opinions about our likes, dislikes, and so on. Susie asked to see around the house. I gave the tour, finishing up at the door of my bedroom. This is a large room, about thirty feet in length, with windows at both ends, making it very light and airy and seeming even bigger. Susie went in and looked around. "I want to know what sort of man you are," she stated. "Do you mind?", indicating a door to one of the fitted wardrobes. Having sneaked a peek in all the wardrobes, she asked," Why so many mirrors?" It was true, most of the wardrobes had mirror doors, and the dressing area opposite the bed had a big mirror covering the entire wall of the alcove made by the overhanging cupboards and the built-in dressing table. It gave a good reflection of the action taking place on the bed. Sadly there hadn't been any worthwhile action since the room had been refitted. Honesty is usually the best policy and now I felt the urge to flirt. "A beautiful woman needs lots of mirrors to check her dress from all angles ... and to see her lover ... " "And you?" "I like to watch." "Helen told me you were a gentleman. Does a gentleman spy on women?" "He does if the lady knows he is looking and consents." "And are you a gentleman?" "I don't take advantage ,if that's what you mean. Does it matter whether or not a man is a gentleman?" "Of course. I've had enough of boys, and men who are uneducated slobs. I want a kind, considerate man who will sweep me off my feet." She had moved up close beside me and we were looking into the mirror at our reflections, side by side. It was a curiously intimate moment. Both our thoughts had strayed into the same dangerous territory. "What about your resolve not to mess with married woman?" my conscience enquired. This is different, I thought, this woman has been deserted by her husband and the marriage is almost certainly doomed. I wouldn't be breaking them up. On impulse, I took Susie's words literally and lifted her off her feet, cradling her light, slim frame in my outstretched hands and arms. Instinctively, she slipped her arm around my shoulder, then threw back her head and laughed. "I asked for that," she said. I looked down at her and saw the outline of her nipples pushing up through the thin dress material. One of my hands was supporting her back, and I could feel her skin through the thin cotton material, unhampered by any bra strap. My right hand was supporting her bottom, again unencumbered with panty straps. She was naked under the dress. I was gone, suddenly besotted with this beautiful, happy creature, relaxed and uninhibitedly enjoying being in my arms. I didn't want to let go of Susie just yet. "Do you feel suitably swept?" "Oh yes, I feel safe in your arms." I swung her around gently and began to waltz, humming the Blue Danube, as I twirled around with her resting in my arms. She laughed continuously as we whirled around. I moved towards a padded storage box at the foot of the bed and stepped up onto it. Susie was now 6 feet off the ground and she shrieked as she looked down at the floor. "Put me down!" I bent at the knees to angle Susie's body into an upright position, to lower her feet to the floor. It took considerable effort to achieve a controlled descent whilst I remained standing on the storage box, but Susie was light. Besides, I realised she was naked under the dress and I wanted to take full advantage of that, and accelerate the development of this relationship. "And what was that about no sex before a decent interval has elapsed?" my voice demanded. I didn't normally trust women's motives in relationships on the rebound, but I intended to go with my instincts on this one. Besides, it had been many, many months ..... As Susie's feet touched ground I straightened up still clasping her hips in my palms, so that her thin dress 'accidentally' rode up , and exposed her naked to the waist. Ooops! She had her back to me and was facing the dressing table mirror. For a moment we stood motionless looking at Susie in the mirror with her naked and blonde pubic hair exposed. She didn't react angrily or in embarrassment. Instead, she moved forwards as if to move from my grasp, or possibly to get a closer look at her body in the mirror. Train Of Events At the same time I stepped down from the box, continuing to raise her dress up her torso. As the gathered dress reached her armpits and could go no further, she stood with her arms still at her side. She made no move to assist me, nor to grab and pull her dress back down. She just stood there looking at her naked body in the mirror. It was an exquisitely sexy moment. I studied her front too. She had pear-shaped hips. Her almost flat belly tapered down to her blonde pubic hair. Her thighs were beautifully rounded at her hips and reduced to slender legs over smooth knees. Her whole body was a uniform tan and nicely toned. She obviously worked out. I gently pulled up her dress further so that she had to raise her arms above her head to allow me to pull it off her. Now completely undressed, she dropped her arms to her sides and stood again motionless looking at herself in the mirror. She had either not connected that she was now naked, or she didn't mind being exposed. Looking at her reflection, we both watched as my hands came round her sides under her arms and onto her breasts. As I reached her nipples she dropped her head backwards against my chest, her eyes closing. I felt her bottom press against my thighs, the bulge in my jeans against the small of her back. I stroked her breasts then tweaked her nipples with my first and fore fingers. The nipples stiffened under my touch. Then my right hand moved to the middle of her chest and slowly stroked its way down her stomach onto her belly, then to her pubes. At that she opened her legs and arched her back gently, leaning in against me. Taking that as consent for me to go further, my fingers dropped down over her blonde, downy pubes and in between her legs. She sighed as she felt the first sensation of physical arousal. It was difficult at first to find her clitoris in amongst the fine downy pubic hair but I finally made contact and began to massage it tenderly. I didn't know this woman's body and intended to take the seduction of her slowly, to help me learn her bodily reactions. She turned to me looking all the time up into my eyes and began to unbutton my short-sleeved shirt. I let her. She undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans fly, and tugged at the waist band to pull them down my legs. I had been barefoot so the jeans easily slipped off my raised feet, one by one. Susie was squatting on her haunches. She looked up at me again and stroked her palms up the fronts of my thighs until she reached my pelvis. Always looking at me she cupped my balls in her hands and softly played with them for several seconds. I was excited by her soft touch and the tenderness of the moment. Now she grasped my penis in her right hand and pulled it up pointing at her. She rubbed her fingers along its length several times then moved her head in close to take it in her mouth. I made no move, so she took it between her lips and licked all round the tip and down the sides of the shaft. Now, I don't mind a bit of cock and pussy sucking as foreplay, but there is no substitute for full-on bodily fucking. I wanted myself deep inside her and could feel that I wouldn't take long to come this first time with Susie. I reached for her other hand which she proffered up to me. I pulled her up so that her mouth had to relinquish its possession of my penis. I dropped my head to kiss her deeply and was pleased to feel her reciprocate with her tongue which she thrust deep down into my mouth. Then I turned and began to lead her towards the side of the bed. She halted and holding my gaze she shook her head. For a moment my spirits sank at the prospect of this being as far as she would go. Susie looked up at me with a wicked smile on her face. She grasped my hand and pulled me back to the foot of the bed where she positioned me to one side of the cushioned storage box. With her back to me she knelt on the box lengthways, and admired her side view in the mirror. She was enjoying this new visual angle. She waited patiently for me to penetrate her from the rear and watched it in the mirror as I did it. I was glad now I had put the box at the end of the bed. As I moved towards her we both watched in the mirror. My stiff outstretched penis approached her butt and sank out of side between her hips. We looked at the side profile of our two bodies. She rested on her hands and knees. How slim and firm her arms and legs looked. I began to push then withdraw my penis, gradually getting the measure of her vagina, then increasing the pace of my thrusts. "No, slow down," she cried, "I want to see your shaft as you push in and out of me." You could not call this doggy style; it was too beautiful for that. In slow motion now we both watched this erotic performance of our two bodies locked in sybaritic embrace. For several moments I kept my legs and hands away from Susie's body so that my only physical contact with her was my penis inside her. She concentrated on that tactile sensation alone and started to moan with pleasure. Now, the onrush of my orgasm which I couldn't control, forced me to grasp the sides of her hips in my hands. I needed her to cum with me so I pushed harder, faster. As I began to groan out loud to signal my impending ejaculation, she began to gasp with her own mounting orgasm. Our moans and groans increased in intensity and volume as we each climaxed together. Susie reached with one hand between her legs to finger my balls. I moved to withdraw but she grabbed the shaft of my penis. "No, stay inside me so that I can feel your throbbing." I stood resting my hands on the back of her hips, sensing my throbbing pulse inside her. "I can feel it," she whispered in awe, as if it was the most glorious sensation in the world. We lay on the bed, recovering, and Susie described the experience back to me. "I've never watched myself in the mirror. It was exciting. I could see your shaft moving back and forwards." "Are you a voyeur?" I asked. "I don't know. It never occurred to me before. Are you?" "Most definitely; I like to look at women. It turns me on." She plyed me with questions about the sexual preferences of my previous girlfriends. I avoided the questions out of discretion. She asked whether I watch porn, masturbated; whether I had ever been with prostitutes or to a strip club; and how many women I had fucked. Finally she pronounced, "You are a consummate lover and I don't believe you don't have vast experience with countless other women." It was an accusation. She hadn't got it. I had been selective about the women I dated and eventually fucked / made love with, but I had made a study of what pleases women. She couldn't understand that love-making is mutual. Apparently, I was condemned by my skill at lovemaking. The fact that I was exploring exhibitionism for the first time with my mirrors was lost on her; and good technique must mean I was an inveterate philanderer. This was one seriously screwed up woman, who had been badly served by men. Gently, I described my philosophy about love and relationships. All the time, my conscience nagged me that I couldn't possibly love this woman I hardly knew. OK, so there are discrepancies in my philosophy, but every man is human. She told me that she had fancied me the first time Helen introduced us. She had come that day to seduce me if I hadn't made the first move. She played with my flaccid penis in her hand as we talked. Then she offered to fix a drink. I told her where everything was located downstairs: tea, coffee, alcohol. She found a towel from the ensuite bathroom and headed off on her quest. She came back with a tray bearing a brandy bottle, some potato crisps, salted peanuts, and some cheddar cheese. I raised an eyebrow at her choice of refreshment. She explained that brandy always made her randy. She was my first to tell me then, but not the last (see Educating Yelena). I retorted that it was a bit too late for brandy now. "It will be a sorry day if I can't give you more than one erection today," she asserted. It was clear she wanted more. After an hour of pleasant conversation, stroking each other's naked bodies, Susie got off the bed and turned on the radio, looking for a music station. Satisfied with her selection, she stood up on the bed and straddled me. To the accompaniment of the music she swayed her hips and played with her pussy whilst she stared deeply into my eyes. When she noted my awakening interest she knelt, knees either side of my waist, and fell back on her haunches. Leaning back on one hand, legs spread wide, she rubbed her forefinger up and down her vaginal opening, making soft gasping sounds as she worked her clit, making a show for me. Then she stood and turned her back to me so that I could admire the view of her from the rear. She swung her hips and bent at the waist so that I could admire her pussy and her pert, taut bottom, all the while admiring herself in the mirror. I had the bonus of both a view of her rear, and her front reflection in the mirror. I started to wank my penis. Soon it was erect again. Immediately she saw it stiffening she dropped to her knees and rode my cock reverse cowgirl style. Much as I enjoy reverse cowgirl, especially admiring a new bottom as a woman fucks me for the first time, on this occasion I wasn't getting quite enough stimulation. This was going nowhere. Susie clearly wasn't going to give up without another orgasm, and I needed some different stimulation. I gently pushed her off me and went in search of a voyeur's aid. In a guest room I found what I sought: an oblong cheval mirror. Returning to the bedroom, I placed it on the floor and positioned Susie kneeling with her knees apart, straddling the mirror. She could now see her breasts and pussy reflected in the mirror. The edge of the mirror base tilted the mirror away slightly from her to give a good angle for Susie to see up her vagina. I leaned over her back and we both studied her reflection. She giggled with pleasure at something she probably had never seen before in quite that way. I massaged her breasts and she gasped with pleasure at the close-up sight of my hands on her tits. For a moment she straightened her back and studied the view up her pussy, pulling a labial lip to one side to increase the opening. I let her play with her pussy and clit for several minutes, then gently pushed her back on all fours again. She watched her reflection intently as I approached her pussy from the rear with my penis. The last few minutes had really aroused me and I was ready now to fuck her again. She gave a long gasp of pleasure as she watched my prick penetrate her vagina. Slowly it moved back and forwards, disappearing so that my balls hit hard against her butt, then withdrawing almost fully along the length of its shaft. Having got a feel for her vagina again, I increased the speed of my thrust and was soon slamming against her bottom with some force so that she could see my balls rocking back and forth. Now she was pushing back on her knees in rhythm with my motion, to increase the force of my penetration, accompanying it with cries of excitement at this new visually stimulating experience. She announced her onrushing orgasm with a long low moan, rising to a crescendo as the tremors of her climax swept through her groin. My cum was going to take longer this time so I continued to pound away, to heighten the friction on my enlarged penis. She began a second low moan, continuing the sound and getting progressively louder, partly to encourage me, but also because this was a new territory for her. I looked at her nicely sculpted back, then and at her small breasts jiggling back and forth in the mirror. I was close now but needed a little bit if extra stimulation, so I imagined taking her into my office to show off to my team, and whipping off her dress so that she stood there, naked and shocked whilst the men gathered round enthusiastically to have a good look. Almost immediately, a powerful eruption in my loins shot more spunk inside Susie and she cried out with the pleasure of my warm cum again inside her. There wasn't nearly so much this time but the sensation had been cataclysmic. We crawled back up onto the bed and lay there in post-coital bliss. This had been a day of several firsts for both of us. Susie had discovered her voyeuristic side. She had had three orgasms. She declared my lovemaking to be masterful and creative. She had surprised herself at her pleasure and lack of shyness at dancing naked over me on the bed and seeing how I responded to the sight of her nakedness. Most of all, she had been excited by the sight of her pussy being fucked in the mirror. I confessed my fantasy which had helped to deliver my second orgasm. This had truly been a liberating experience. I had fucked a married woman, and one I hardly knew. It was the first time I had road tested my mirrors system since the bedroom had been refitted. The investment had been repaid in spades. I hadn't a shadow of guilt or regret. This relationship was going to be fun. Chapter 3 The Train of Events set in motion First, I needed to be satisfied on a few points. Had hubby definitely moved out? He had left most of his possessions in the house and had a key to let himself in at will. She told me he called in at roughly 2-3 week intervals just to pick up things. Who owned the house? It was jointly owned by the two spouses, so each had a big financial stake in the decision to terminate the marriage. Was I likely to come across her husband in town? It was unlikely given our very different lifestyles. One problem though was that we all belonged to an up-market spa and health club. We tended to go at different times, so had probably never met. I would certainly have remembered a woman as strikingly attractive as Susie. I was uneasy about this set-up but had fallen very quickly for Susie's charms. For months we met several times a week, usually at my home. Susie feared that Geoff, who had kept his key, could burst in on her at any time. We had had sex there once or twice but neither of us had been able to relax. I took her to London. We visited St Pauls, and climbed up inside the dome. It was a quiet day with few other tourists around. As we made the long climb up the rickety suspended iron steps, we could feel its structure vibrating from the tread of some Japanese tourists some way below us. I looked up ungallantly and got a good, prolonged view of Susie's unclothed pussy as the updrafts caught underneath the flimsy material of her dress. No doubt the others below us got a good view too, from a distance. This was a curious creature: so inexperienced in love-making, yet so free-spirited with her body. ~~~~ One day at home, I told her about a trip I had made with a previous girlfriend to a preserved steam railway. Susie listened intently to the story and insisted that I take her on the railway trip as well. This is what I told Susie. My relationship with Anne had still been in the fresh phase on the visit to the steam railway. Anne was strikingly beautiful with soft, dark brown, wavy hair, long legs, slim hips and rounded bottom, and the largest, sexiest breasts I have ever seen up close. When she lay on top, fucking me, my eyes would be drawn to those pendulous breasts as they swayed from side to side in tandem with the motion of her pelvic thrusts. Anne would complain that she was on top too often, but wouldn't any red blooded male want it that way? We had eaten a good pub lunch with a couple of beers, on the day of the excursion, before going on to the railway location. It was on a holiday island, and had been a rural railway line; an obvious candidate for closure. Beeching had closed it, and it was now being lovingly restored by enthusiasts. I had chosen a less busy weekday, to have a good chance of finding a carriage compartment we could have to ourselves. I was planning quite a ride. I had even told Anne what I was planning. She had assumed at the time of my telling that it was merely a fantasy to add extra spice to a love-making session. Now there was a prospect of it becoming a reality. We sat facing each other in the compartment. There were two padded bench seats facing each other and a carriage door and two side windows at either side. As we sat facing each other, waiting for the engine to get up steam and pull away, I saw a faraway look on Anne's face I hadn't seen before. It was a combination of sexual arousal and impatient anticipation. I reached for my camera and snapped the moment. On lonely nights, post-Anne, I would open it on the computer and stare at it and re-live that day. Often, it would be enough to bring me as I masturbated to that image and the memories of that erotic day. Other tourists were passing us on the platform; more than I had anticipated. The compartment door had a window which could be pulled down into the lower half or the door. "Put your head out of the window and look around," I directed Anne, "that may discourage anyone from getting into this compartment." Anne stood there obediently, leaning out the opened widow, because she so she wanted the promised experience. The guard blew his whistle and the engine pulled away. We sat and watched the country trickle by as the engine made its slow puffing way up a gradient out of the station. It would stop at a halt in about three minutes. A halt is not a fully fledged station, but a simple platform, often just with a shelter. This one would have served a small hamlet in pre-Beeching days. Some people might alight there to explore the cottages and medieval church, or to walk through the woods. Anne held that desiring look on her face, and I gazed deeply into her eyes to heighten her arousal. The train reached the halt and Anne dutifully stood at the open window again to repel any boarders in our compartment. As she leaned out to look along the line of carriages I stood behind her and reached around her waist and cuddled her. She gave a grunt of pleasure at this intimacy. Pushing up against her back so that she couldn't move I reached around her waist and undid the button and fly of her jeans. She reacted immediately and pulled her head back in to challenge me to stop. Anne wasn't an exhibitionist. A couple were passing, and the man paused to look at her. "Don't let them get in," I commanded. She remembered her main motive for coming on the steam train ride and turned back to her duty. They moved on to another compartment. I resumed my strip of her lower half, which was unseen from the platform. She could do nothing now to stop me, short of abandoning her post. The jeans and her panties came down in one firm tug. I fiddled with her trainers then pulled the jeans off her completely. She felt powerless to stop me, but was clearly unhappy at this risqué behaviour. Despite her discomfort at my presumption, I reached inside her jumper at the back and unhooked her bra. "Stop it," she cried, but stayed at her post. The engine was getting up steam now and the guard blew his whistle again. A man with a camera had alighted at the halt and approached along the platform and readied himself to take a picture of Anne leaning out the window, no doubt charmed by the sight of her full breasts beneath her jumper. The jumper was loose fitting, but the shape of her large boobs was readily apparent. As the engine engaged with the carriages on the couplings and jerked forwards into motion, I put my hands under the front of her jumper again, and lifted it and her bra cups free of her breasts. The man snapped away. I didn't think he expected quite that pose, but I suspected he wouldn't be disappointed. Now we were away from the platform and chugging through open countryside, with eight minutes journey before the second and final stop, the terminus of this restored part of the line. Anne had recovered from the shock exposure of her tits and remained at her post, now surveying the countryside flashing by. She could only have been excited by my impetuous behaviour. I lifted the jumper off Anne's head. Now she was naked. I pressed against her back and pushed a hand between her butt cheeks to finger her pussy from the rear, whilst massaging one of her pendulous breasts with the other hand. Train Of Events She had forgiven my previous behaviour and she bent slightly at the waist and pushed out her bottom towards me to encourage me further. I dropped to my knees and pushed my face into her butt so that I could lick her pussy from the rear. The aroma of her juicy pussy and pheromones made a heady mix and I immediately felt a giddy arousal. She had her elbows on the open frame of the window. Her head poked outside the window frame but her breasts dangled against the inside of the door below the ledge. I straightened for a moment and poked my head out the window beside her. The guard was leaning out his widow from the guard's van at the rear, watching the countryside go by. Her naked shoulders may have also been visible along the length of the carriages. I resumed my position behind Anne and dropped my trousers and pants. Grasping her swinging breasts, and not doing justice to their fullness even with my large hands, I explored them with my hands, massaged them and tweaked her nipples. With one eye on my watch and alternately fingering her pussy and breasts she was soon sighing with pleasure, ready for penetration. When I could wait no longer I fingered her vagina to ensure it was fully open, then sunk my penis up deep inside her pussy from the rear, to the end of my shaft. I felt her shudder with the pleasurable shock of my thrust up inside her. Establishing a rhythm with the pulling motion of the engine and the sound of its chugging, I pushed back and forwards inside her, forcing her head to bob in and out of the window. We were both coming to a climax together and I pushed faster now as my climax approached. As I thrust ever more urgently, I saw Anne's head poking further out of the widow than before so that eventually her shoulders followed, then her breasts, now flopping against the outside of the carriage door. She gasped loudly against the noise of the engine's chuffing. The force and the shock of Anne's climax had been too much for her, and she sank to the floor on her bottom with her back to the door. The train was now slowing for the terminus station and we hadn't time to make ourselves decent. I had no choice but to assume Anne's previous position on guard at the door, naked from the waist down and straddling Anne's prone and totally naked body. The train waited for six minutes as the engine was decoupled and moved back along a parallel section of track to be coupled onto the rear. The guard sauntered past and made a show of wishing to stop to talk, but he was needed to help with the uncoupling of the engine. Now it would pull the carriages in reverse on their way back to the main station we had boarded from. The platform was busier now and I had to look fiercely at anyone who dared to contemplate approaching our carriage door. People looked in as they passed, saw only me, and gave me long lingering looks of contempt for selfishly commandeering a carriage for myself alone. Suddenly, I felt Anne's hand on my penis, then she pulled it into her mouth. She was still sitting down, completely naked with her back to the door, and I was straddling her body with my ungirthed loins against her face. Had anyone insisted on opening the carriage door, we would have been discovered. Now she was attacking my penis with some roughness, sucking brutally hard on it and even using her teeth to rasp along its shaft. This was my punishment for my earlier domination of her. Whilst unimaginable carnage was being wrought on my mostly honourable member out of sight below the window, I had to maintain my air of nonchalance to all passersby, to avoid arousing their suspicions. I was doing well until a vengeful Anne forced her forefinger up into my arse. Nobody had done that before and the shock was palpable. I was being assaulted on two fronts. Now, time ran very slowly as I mustered up all my self control so as not to flinch visibly from outside the carriage. I prayed that soon the train would pull away and I could react to this unwarranted invasion. I kept my elbows in plain view, leaning on the open window ledge and bore the humiliation of being bested by Anne. As soon as the engine jerked the carriages into backwards motion she released her hold on my prick and pushed my body to one side. She escaped around me, laughing at me mockingly. I turned, but couldn't decide how to react. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a pack of wet wipes. Handing one to me, she first cleaned up her pussy then turned her attention to her unclean digit. "You have seven minutes," she advised, with a scheming look on her face. To get dressed and make ourselves decent, I thought. "To give me proper satisfaction" With that she began a sexy dance along the narrow width of floor between the benches, then standing on one seat, naked, marching on the spot like a stepping majorette in a marching band. She reached up her hands above her head and grasped onto the wooden pole frame of the luggage rack, and began to dangle and rock slowly backwards and forwards across the compartment, with her legs open and knees bent, balancing on her toes on the bench seat, to ensure I got the maximum view of her now vaginal opening. She dropped one hand so that she could finger her clitoris, and gave out a low moan, somewhat theatrically, I thought. It was doing the trick though because Anne had never been so free with her body before. I was seeing a new side of her which I liked very much. Quickly I grasped my shaft and rubbed up and down my prick to stimulate another erection. As I looked alternately on her juggling breasts and the view of her pussy, I soon grew stiff. Masturbating now until I was sure I was going to come, I pulled Anne roughly down onto her back lengthways on the seat and spread her legs wide. She raised them in the air and wide, inviting maximum penetration. "Go on," she urged, gasping with arousal, eyes on fire, as I dropped on top of her and pushed s up inside her without any further preamble. Soon we were both coming again although this time Anne announced her coming, loudly, and long before I followed. As I pumped away I could hear my balls slapping against her bottom cheeks, and that seemed to spur her on to yet another orgasm. "Hit me with your balls," she urged. I continued pumping even as my prick began to subside, to give Anne maximum pleasure. Once she had subsided, I got off and quickly pulled on my jeans and tee shirt, as the train once agin reached the halt on its return journey. Once again I assumed my sentry position by the open window, conscious this time that if anyone looked in a window either side of the door, they would see Anne's naked form on the seat. What was she thinking, this hitherto modest, non-exhibitionist? Worse, she was humming some tuneless song to herself, and was waving her legs in the air back and forth. I tried to make myself as big as I could in the open window and prayed that we would not be rumbled. Luckily, the halt was nearly deserted and we survived undiscovered. Anne was fully dressed by the time we reached our destination and we left the compartment with as nonchalant an air as we could muster. I heard a bang and the door to the adjacent compartment burst open and swung back to hit against the outside of the carriage. A middle aged man leapt out and stood glaring at us, followed by a meek looking woman. I smiled and calmly guided Anne on my arm towards the exit, as if nothing untoward had taken place. The guard stood there collecting tickets at the gate. He looked at Anne, smiled, took off his peaked cap and bowed. Yes, he had seen those dreamy jugs banging against the outside of the carriage. Chapter 4 Different time but same place. Same again? Now, several years later, I was back here with Susie, who was expecting a similar experience. That day, Susie wore tight jeans and a blouse and cream jumper. Suffice to say that she too sat there in the compartment waiting expectantly for the train to depart with a different, but equally expectant look on her face. I snapped it with my camera, and was able to compare the two ladies' expressions side by side some time later. There were some surprising similarities. These were no everyday feminine expressions. Susie didn't have Anne's special pneumatic physical qualities. What she lacked in the bust department however, she made up for in her newly discovered exhibitionist streak. "Keep your camera handy," she warned. Out of her handbag she produced a small fold-up bag, which she used as an emergency shopping bag. Its use here was unexplained. She kept guard at the door, quite happily as we waited to leave the main station. Once we were on the move, I sat and snapped with my camera whilst she stood and rhythmically rocked her hips and started a striptease unbidden, with her back to me, her head sticking out of the window. She knew she had three minutes before the halt and she made full use of the time pushing her jeans down her legs, then her panties, as sexily as she could muster against the clock. I was loving it. She gave me a short time to relish the sight of her bottom then she bent at the waist to push it towards my face. She started on her top half. She reached for the shirt and jumper in one go. She was not wearing a bra. As the train slowed down for the halt on its outward journey, she stood with her back to me facing out the open window, displaying herself to whomever should look. Would we be rumbled before we got it together? Fortunately not, as there was no one on the platform and she had not thrust her upper torso out of the window. I contented myself with some close-up shots with the camera of her naked body from the rear, as we waited for the train to move off again. As soon as it pulled away she leapt onto the seat and, with her much lighter body than Anne, began to perform naked gymnastics, suspended across the compartment by a hand on each luggage rack. With nothing beneath her but the floor of the compartment if she should lose her grip, she swung her legs up backwards and forwards like a trapeze artist, legs apart to show me her pussy as she swung to and fro. Next, with considerable agility and surprising upper arm body strength, she swung up her legs until she was hanging from her toes and her hands on the frame poles of the luggage racks. I snapped away at the sight of her tight butt cheeks, open legs, her anus and her delicious pussy, inviting penetration. She hung there laughing as I undressed myself then lifted her into my arms so that she could release her grip on the luggage rack and place her arms around my shoulders. We kissed tenderly and prolonged for a moment the anticipations of what would come next. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I moved her body to rest against the side frame beside the door. I reached down for my member and stuck it up as deeply inside her as it would go, lowering her torso on to my prick. With Susie hanging on by her arms around my shoulders and her legs on my waist, back resting against the frame, I gripped her bottom with my hands and thrust my pelvis back and forwards. We fucked in perfect harmony with all the urgency needed to bring us both to climax before the train reached the terminus. We sang out loud our mutual ecstasy as my hot sperm shot up inside her and triggered more passion within her. She urged me on ever more vigorously until she had finished her orgasm. Quickly, I lifted her bodily off my penis and lay her onto her back on the seat. I checked that her clothes were to hand beside her, and I turned to the window to check out how close we were to arriving. I got dressed and had just finished pushing my slip-ons on my feet when the train entered the terminus station. "Get your camera ready." Her voice made me turn to look at Susie. She was still completely naked and was stowing her clothes in the cotton bag. She slipped on her wedge heels and stood up, otherwise naked. In a state of shock I sank back into the seat, wondering what she intended to do. Why had she not got dressed? We would be lucky if she were not discovered before the train started to retrace its route back to the main station. She moved past me and stuck her head out of the door window. Was she checking that it was all clear? She put her arm through the open window to reach for the outside door handle. "No," I cried out and leapt towards her to stop her opening the door, if that had been what she really intended. Too late, she had indeed opened the door, and it swung away on its hinges and slammed loudly back against the wall of the carriage. The volition of my rush towards it pushed her outwards as the door swung open and she leaned out of the carriage with her hands gripping both sides of the door frame and her feet on the floor of the compartment. She hung on to the frame to prevent herself from falling out of the carriage. Anyone from outside would have seen a naked woman, shoulders and pelvis thrust forward, leaning out of the carriage doorway. She pulled herself back with my assistance and regained her balance. "Where's your camera?" she asked. With that she composed herself and boldly stepped out of the compartment onto the platform. I checked behind me and hurriedly found my camera, her clothes bag and her hand bag and, thrusting my arm through the handles of both bags, I jumped out after Susie. She was walking briskly away from me towards the exit, swinging her hips seductively and looking back seductively over her shoulder at me. True to her instructions, I steadied my camera to snap her as I followed after her. If she was so bold as to display herself like that, the least I could do was grant her wish to capture it on camera. I took a few shots then turned to see the guard advancing up the platform towards us. I turned back to see the engine driver stepping down backwards from his cab. The platform was empty at first, but doors were opening as Susie strode past them, and heads bobbed out of windows as they caught sight of her passing by. I followed Susie's captivating bottom as she swung her hips shamelessly, as naked as the day she was born, but infinitely more sexy and desirable. My face reddened as I heard the murmurs around me, and I resumed my picture taking as I walked. I had to keep my pace steady to continue to take pictures as she had commended, so I didn't close the gap on Susie's retreating naked rear. Men were stepping out of the carriages before me now and wielding their cameras for this unexpected free show. There was a road bridge at the end of the platform and the exit was a ramp up to meet the road on one side of the bridge. As Susie ascended the slope, swinging her bottom as she walked, the perspective changed, with more of an emphasis from below of her pert rounded ass. There was now scattered applause and wolf whistling from the platform behind me as I reached the start of the slope. Susie had almost reached the top. By the time I crested the top of the slope, she had moved to the centre of the bridge and pulled herself up to sit on the parapet overlooking the line below. My heart lurched as I watched her, in case she were to fall, but her toned muscles gave her good control and she sat there leaning towards the people on the platform, waving and laughing some more. There was a small crowd now looking up at her, some wolf whistles, cheers, and people taking pictures with their cameras. Nobody followed after us. The train officials had a schedule to keep and were organising the switching of the steam engine to the rear of the train to retrace its course back to the starting station. As I reached her, Susie dropped off the parapet, landed deftly on to her feet and marched off to the other side of the bridge. She couldn't know where she was going. The deserted road led off into some woods away from the hamlet. Deciduous trees lined each side of the road and the ground beneath them consisted of accumulations of dead, brown leaves with occasional fronds of bracken bursting through. On any other day I would have stopped to admire this landscape. Susie veered off to the right and into the trees alongside the embankment to the railway line. She seemed to be looking for something as she strode purposefully along. I followed, checking that there was no one behind us, wondering desperately what had got into her and where she might be headed. A breeze blew through the trees, birds flew up and shrieked as we disturbed them on their perches. There were only the sounds of nature around us, The distant engine disturbed this natural environment by blowing its whistle, and the first puffs could be heard as it lurched into motion once more. I could see smoke billowing up into the air behind me. I turned to see where Susie had got to. At first, I saw nothing. Then I heard her call out "I'm here." I moved in the direction of her voice which came from behind a large bush near the embankment. She was on the edge of the embankment and had positioned herself in clear view of the steam train as it set off n its return journey. She was leaping up and down in the air, to attract the attention of the passengers. The engine driver spotted her and blew several loud, sustained notes on the engine whistle. If people hadn't spotted Susie's naked body before, the persistent engine whistling would have made them look out of the windows. As the engine approached Susie, naked high up on the embankment, the driver leaned out of his cab and waved his thanks at her. Heads were appearing out of windows again as the onlookers enjoyed a further view of Susie's bouncing breasts and her lithe brown body leaping up and down. It was like an adult version of a scene from the Railway Children, only Susie had absolutely nothing about her totally nude body with which to wave at the train. It must have been a fantastic sight from below. As the train retreated into the distance Susie screamed at the top of her voice in exultation. "That's just about the most fuckingly fantastic thing I've ever done," she cried. "Take me now, here!" I needed no further bidding. I pulled off my clothes and put them on the ground to make a rudimentary sheet and sank to my knees. Susie dropped to her knees facing me and without any preliminaries, bobbed her head forward to take my stiff prick fully into her mouth in one go. She worked on it for some minutes, stroking my balls with her fingers, then sat back on her haunches to admire her handiwork. Satisfied that she had again produced sufficient erection she lay back and spread her legs wide, inviting me to fuck her. This was crazy stuff and at that moment I absolutely loved this woman. I dropped onto her and thrust myself inside her and began to push backwards and forwards on my knees. Then I turned her roughly onto her stomach and lifted up her hips so that she assumed the doggy position on her knees. I had seen quite a bit of her naked body that day, but my view of her bottom was my favourite. I thrust my penis deep inside her pussy again and began pumping. She cried out at my roughness but didn't move away. Just to be on the safe side, I clamped my hands against the sides of her hips to hold her in place. She began to howl, like a she-wolf. There was probably no one within a mile to hear her, so she could give full reign to her lungs and her emotions. The howl soon subsided to ever-quickening gasps at the onset of her orgasm. She panted loudly as she climaxed. I concentrated my mind on images of her walking along the platform with men staring at her, and pulling out their pricks to wank to the sight of her sexy naked body as she rolled her hips. Quickly, my orgasm came and I, too howled with pleasure. We had plenty of time to wait for the train to return and collect us, so we sat and talked until its whistle could be heard in the distance, signalling its approach.