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On a train bound for nowhere
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On a train bound for nowhere It's funny, but I still look back on our experience like a fog of a dream...captured in fleeting fingers and lost on the thread of what could have been... Sitting there, on the train, across from you. It was all I could do to not be obvious in staring. My eyes lingering, knowing I was transfixed...unable to look away... Eyes roaming over your body... Etching every detail into my brain like a branding iron. The way your simple white sundress seemed to cling to your body, the flower pattern accentuating your ample bosom. The hint of a flower pattern tattoo on your left breast peaking out from the cloth covering it. My gaze slowly moving down over your front, seeing taught nipples pressing against the confining garment. How your slow, regular breathing seemed to increase the subtle swell of your chest. A hand raised slightly, holding the book you were reading seeming to beckon me to approach... And those legs...those very long, slender legs so daintily crossed one knee over the other; the hem of you dress sitting just high enough to hint at the wondrous treasure beneath. I remember, I felt the fool for it, at the time, but couldn't resist...when the train lurched hard; seeing you drop your book I had to make my move. I knew I'd never get another chance like this. Stepping across the isle, "Here, allow me miss" bending slightly to pick your book up. "Thanks" That soft voice, like cool water over scorched flesh, soothing yet blisteringly hot all at the same time "And it's Charlien..." I stop for a nano second, perplexed, and see you smile. "My name is Charlien. And you are?" you say with a chuckle. "Oh...right, I'm Michael...sorry" I reply, handing you your book. "A good read?" I ask, as I start to sit back down in my seat. The way you hastily move your purse off the seat beside you gives me pause. "It's not bad. Would you care to join me?" I can hear the mirth in your tone, but venture forth anyway "You sure? I don't want to interrupt your reading" "No, I don't mind," you say with a half smile, "Besides, they look better up close." "They?" I ask, knowing the answer; but not wanting to be obvious. "My boobs...they look better up close." My face brightens with an embarrassed glow. "you've been eyeing them for the past 10 minutes; I figured you might appreciate the view better from over here." you say, patting the empty seat beside you. I grab my briefcase, and step across the isle, and slip into the seat. "I'm sorry Charlien, I'm not usually this lecherous." I say, smirking apologetically. "I know it's rude of me to have been staring. And I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." That soft chuckle, like the tinkling of wind chimes. "would I have asked you to sit so close if I was offended, Mike?" And with that one simple, direct, comment; my resolve is bolstered anew. "No, I imagine you wouldn't have." I say with a grin as my heart rate slows down a notch. "But I !AM! sorry if I made you feel like a piece of meat..." The way your face lit up with a smile as you brushed a stray wisp of auburn hair from in front of your light green eyes. "If I worried over every guy that looked at me like a piece of 'meat'...I'd be a very lonely girl, don't you think?" I chuckle as I answer, "I guess you would at that." "Besides," you growled seductively as you leaned across the arm of your seat, "meat is on my mind." The book falling from your hand as you reached across the space between us with the other. "I was busy checking you out while you were busy checking me out." you said with a mischievous glint in your eye. Fingers softly rubbing over my groin, your eyes turning up to mine "I noticed this piece of meat the second you sat down" A tingle, like electricity, ran through me with that soft caress; a mind blowing synaptic jolt of every neuron firing at once. "Oh...uh...you did?" I say, a slight hitch in my throat. That slight nod of the head, feeling your fingers lightly trailing the length of my rock hard member confined within my slacks. "I was wondering," you said, with a pout, "if you'd let me put it in my mouth...right now...right here on the train..." My eyes did a quick scan of the car, my head turning to look behind us, seeing no one. I turned back to look into your eyes. "You actually want to suck my cock...here and now?" I inquired, looking into your killer green eyes, searching for any hint of a jest. "Oh..." a wickedly luscious smile crossed your lips, "...I wanna do more than just suck it." The fingers moved ever so slightly, and you were pulling down my fly. "you want this too, don't you Mike?" I could see the hunger in your eyes as you moved to unbutton my slacks, "You want to have me in the worst way...don't you?" My mind racing, my only reply was a nod And that wickedly luscious smile was daintily parted by a nicely pierced tongue as you wiggled it seductively at me before bending down into my lap. Those mesmerizing green eyes turned up, locked on mine as you started to reach into my boxers. "You want this naughty lil piece of hottie meat to devour your meat...don't you Mike" Again, my brain failed me; feeling your skin against mine; that most secret of flesh touched by your warm soft fingers all I could do was nod. A groan rolled up out of my inner pit as I felt that first soft tickle of skin on skin, your hand moving down my length. "Gawd...yes..." An involuntary quiver shot through my as you lightly stroked your tongue up the underside of my cock tentatively, the feel of your breath intoxicating, that tongue stud rubbing against my smoldering flesh. Your other hand came up, cupping my balls, as you started to flex your fingers around the base of my manhood; your tongue swirling over the tip. I groaned breathlessly... "...fuck..." The feel of you, tongue lightly pressing against my skin, driving all sense out of me. I started to feel more alive than I ever had. Looking up at me, you smiled...and took the head into your mouth; lips pressing around me softly. "How...(groaned)...how can we...oh gawd..." my brain struggled to function, as I felt you slowly engulf my rod with your mouth. "How can we be doing !THIS!...!HERE!?" I asked, looking into your eyes. "...on a train, where anybody could walk in...?" Those smoldering green eyes smiled up at me as you moved your body around between my legs. Your head started to bob up and down...slowly at first...taking my warm flesh in to your salivating maw. The feel of your spit coating my rigid post, your mouth flexing around it, sent a new quake up my body. The feel of my head as it grazed the back of your throat was almost too much to bare, my hands rose to the back of your head; fingers grabbing your flaming red hair. I gritted my teeth, feeling you start to move faster over my throbbing hammer, your hand on my sack started to squeeze as you took more of me deeper in to your mouth. "...fuck yes...oh gawd..." I started to dig my fingers into the back of your head, my body fighting with itself not to cum yet. "...yes...just...just like that... Play with my balls. Suck that cock hard and deep..." Feeling you move over my raging hard-on, my pulse hammering in my chest, I started to guide you with my hands; pressing you lower still. Tensing at the feel of you as you started to gag on it, throat flexing around my member, tongue quivering along the underside of it. You fingers, gripping my balls, flexing slightly harder...I pulled your head slightly and cringed, inwardly, thinking I'd gone too far. But, to my surprise, you stepped up the pace; your head moving faster as you slammed down on me gagging and gasping for air as you moved ever closer to the base of my pulsating python. The feel of you, hungrily devouring me, sucking in air one second and my cock the next...my mind a blaze; I lost my focus. "...!FUUUUCK!..." And, with a flex of my hips, I plowed so hard and deep into that slobbering... pouty...mouth that I could feel your throat quivering around my cock as my body tensed up and my nuts flexed; my seed sprayed down your gullet like lava shooting skyward. I could feel you, inhaling deeply through your nose, throat milking me for all I was worth as my hands held you firmly in place sucking my creamy goodness out painfully hard. The look in your emerald gaze, a warning, that I was pushing it...my hands relaxing as you started to pull off me. "!WHOLLY FUCKIN' CRAP!...(long in drawn breath)...wholly fuckin' crap...(gasp) You...your...!WHOLLY CRAP!...your cock got bigger right before you came..." You were struggling, fighting for breath, and forcing your words out laboriously. "Wholly crap...I wanna fuck !THAT!." You growled as you started to stand, turning your back towards me as you hiked up your dress to expose your naked ass to me. "Shit, you're not wearing panties..." I growled, looking at your soaked pussy as you waved it in my face. My eyes on your ass as you started to lower yourself down onto my lap, you reached a hand down to guide me into your warmth. With one downward thrust, you impaled yourself on my still very erect phallus; pushing down to the base of me with a soft...languid groan. You began to rotate your hips slightly, groaning deeply "Oh fuck...yeah...that's...so hard... I can't believe your still this hard after cumming in my mouth..." I chuckled softly, raising my hands to you waist. "You like...?" You looked back, over your shoulder, biting your lower lip seductively and nodded with a soft purr, "Mmmhmmm..." Giving your hips one final grind down on me, you started to slowly slide up off me. The feel of your wetness glided over my engorged shaft, inner walls flexing as you squeezed tight around me. "Oh my gawd...I can't believe you managed to hid this from me till now. I'm usually pretty good at "sizing" up a mans cock before I get a look at it." You groaned, flexing harder around me; milking my pulsing passion as your body began a nice...slow rhythm. The sound of the door to the rear of the car opened, and casual conversation could be heard between a man and woman. "!SHIT!...company..." You barked in a hasty whisper as you tried to sink lower, without getting off my lap, "this is about to get interesting." You moved your body, laying off to the side on your tummy, and looked back at me; your hips still moving as you increased your tempo. One hand reaching around your waist, I moved two fingers down over your clit, my other hand slipped up under your dress to rub two fingers over a taut nipple. "Are you sure you want to do this...now, with them," I looked back over the seat at the couple, "...four rows behind us?" Looking back at me over your shoulder, your green eyes screaming at me, you nodded and bit your bottom lip; growling "If you stop now, I'll start screaming in the throws of one hell of a fake orgasm..." "Fake?" I asked softly "It feels like you already came." Feeling you start to increase you motion on my aching, hard member...you grinned. "Lover, when I cum...you'll fucking know it." My fingers on your clit, and thumb and forefinger on a nipple, I started to slowly rub; feeling your body tense for aa second at the new pleasures released. "Oh...yeah...play with that hard lil clit...rub it good..." you whimpered softly "make me cum on that swollen piece in my tight lil cunt..." Biting my lip, I struggled to not cry out as you started to glide faster over me; engulfing my heat harder. The sound of your wetness sliding over me as you moved was extreme enough that I was starting to hear the soft squelching noises of our heated coupling. You sweet juices flowing down my thighs, I pressed my fingers harder against your clit as I began to twist slightly on your nipple. "...gawd yes...just like...oh fuck don't stop..." You whimpered, just barely audible over the sound of the train rolling along the tracks. "...yes...just like...!OH!," a quick squeal, "yes...finger that hot lil clit... Do it...make me cum on that cock." The motion of the train, coupled with the hard and fast pace of you slamming down on me; Me body started to tense up...your insides sucking louder as you moved over me. "...oh fuck...oh fuck...I wanna do you so hard... Wanna fuckin' cream all over you..." Your body moving faster, you raised your self up slightly off the seat. Pushing back against the wall with your hands, you started to pommel my rod harder; the sound of our skin slapping together becoming loud enough to hear over the sound of the train as it moved over the tracks. My fingers over your clit, grabbing instead of rubbing, I started to twist both your clit and nipple hard. "Oh fuck...yes...oh fuck...oh fuck...!OH! fuck..." you started to squeal, voice rising and dropping as you started to pant with raw savage hunger, "Do it...do it...make me !CUM!...oh gawd...oh gawd...I'm gunna !FUCK YES!" You groaned out that last bit just loud enough to be heard through out the whole car as you're body began to quiver, "Oh daddy...fuck me...I'm !CUMMING!!!" My brain in overload, senses drained down to this one moment and nothing else, the couple behind us forgotten, my own impending eruption crashed into my nuts like a heatwave blowing up out of the furnaces of hell as I felt you tense your whole body. "I'm gunna...yes...I'm gunna..." Looking back over your shoulder at me, teeth bared in a wicked grin, you groaned out loudly, "Cum inside me daddy, let me fuck that cock as we both cum...I wanna fuck the fuckin' cum right out of you right fuckin' now... You started to push off the wall, slamming fully down on my tensed body; your muscles gripped me like a vice as I started to quiver violently. "Yes...yes...I'm gunna..." I roared, feeling your juices start to flow over me like a busted hose; your face mashing into the seat as you yelled out "!YES DADDY, FUCKIN' CUM IN ME!!!" And, violently lifting my hips up into your drenched passion box, I exploded deep inside your velvet glove as your body began to quiver and shake. "!FUCK YES! fuck...I'm...I'm cumming..." I panted heavily as your sex began to milk me for every creamy drop. "Oh gawd...oh gawd yes...fill that naughty little pussy up good..." you groaned loudly, hips grinding against me; pressing me deeper into your swollen silky grip; my fingers on your clit rubbing hard and fast. You started to twitch, "oh !GAWD!...I'm gunna cum...!FUCK! I'm gunna cum again..." And as I rubbed with a renewed fury, your quivering walls started to gush around me once more. Laying there, face down in the seat; breathing heavily you looked back at me half turning you face up. "Gawd damn...your !STILL! hard?" Smiling drowsily down at you, I half smile..."it's been a while for me..." I say as I slid my hand around to your ass, rubbing my palm over the soft skin of it. "Gawd damn..." you groaned as you began to slid off my still very engorged...thick...piece of meat. The sound of our mixed juices sending an almost tangible slurping noise into the air. "Here..." you said, reaching into your purse and pulled out a business card; handing it to me with a trembling hand, "this is my stop. Call me some time...and we can do this again..." I looked up, feeling the train slowing down, and grinned, "well, isn't this a fortuitous turn of events... It's my stop too." Standing, and adjusting your dress, you looked down at me; eyes beaming "It is? Well...I guess we might be seeing each other sooner than we thought. But seriously," You said as you started to slide past me, "call me. This was fun." I watched you turn to leave, hands going to my slacks as I did them up. The sound of the couple behind us could be heard as they moved closer. I started to stand, legs only slightly wobbly, as the two of them passed me. The young girl, maybe 18, quickly averted her eyes bashfully as the young man, about 20, grinned at me nodding his head with an added "Way to go dude." I stood, watching them exit the same door as you, shaking my head and thinking, did that really happen? The card, still in my hand, I looked down at it as I absentmindedly reached for my briefcase and started to walk off the train. It was a black lacquered card, with red scroll work along the edging, The only thing else on it was a name "Mistress Midnight" in bold large red lettering. Flipping the card over, I found a phone number in the same bold type. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...Mistress Midnight... Charlien Midnight..." I slipped the card into my coat pocket, and started to walk to my car in the parking lot. Writen by by the creative styling of Mr. E AKA Shadoweyes72 |
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