Author: Bulgroz the Third
Title: The Girl from the Train
Summary: Kurt Bauer, our mind chameleon, uses his skill on a quiet evening train ride back to London.
Keywords: MF, Mdom, mc



	       SCENES FROM THE LIFE OF A MIND CHAMELEON

		       THE GIRL FROM THE TRAIN

			 by Bulgroz The Third



The train seems to be flying over the tracks, shrouded in darkness far
below the English Channel. The Eurostar, connecting Paris and London,
inaugurated nearly twelve years ago to great hubbub, is barely half
full on this Monday night. I am heading back to the UK after a short
fling in western Switzerland, and I figured I would take the long way
back. Flying can be such a drag these days.

My name is Kurt Bauer, and I am more often than not on the road. In
part, this is because of my work. I am a financial consultant, one of
those jerks that rake in millions and don't seem to work for it. Well,
I'm not raking in the millions, I am far too lazy for the kind of
insane hours that actually requires, but I still make enough to live
comfortably, and take advantage of that special skill of mine. You
see, I am a mind chameleon; I have the ability to induce women to
believe that I am whomever inhabits their fantasies of the moment. It
is not an exact science, far from it, but I am getting better at it
with every experience. And there has been many.

I sneak a glance at my fellow travellers. The crop is rather
disappointing tonight. Mostly oldish couples back from weekend
vacation. Not that I'm that young myself, mind you, but I wear my
thirty years quite well, thank you. Certainly better than they seem to
wear theirs. Ouch, I'm getting snarky. I must be getting hungry. Low
blood sugar, curse of the modern man. Thankfully they serve dinner on
this coach, and the friendly staff girl dropped off a menu a few
minutes ago. Cute, but not really my type. Besides, I'm hungry, and
that tends to take precedence over, well, pretty much anything.

The fellow next to me is giggling over his Blackberry. Not only
vacationing couples then, I amend, but overweight over-the-hill
businessmen too. Great. What next? I sigh. My stomach is growling, my
feet hurt, and my head is buzzing with what I recognize as the start
of a migraine. With my luck, the food will be inedible. I close my
eyes, and try to push the world away.

I must have succeeded, because I start when I feel a light hand on my
shoulder. I open my eyes to stare into those of a beautiful girl
leaning towards me with a bright smile and the uniform of a Eurostar
employee. In a whole different class from the menu-dropping girl.

"I'm sorry, sir; may I interest you in some dinner?" Her accent is not
quite British, and I have difficulties placing her by it. My stomach
growls loudly in response to her question.

"Care to take a guess?" I smile, all charm and puppy dog eyes.

She smiles back, and reaches down into the cart in the aisle, the same
kind of cart you see on airplanes. They must have started to serve
dinner while I was asleep. People ahead of me are eating already, and
there is a buzz in the air only heard when several people are eating
at the same time. Another employee working on passengers behind me
points out the choice tonight between chicken with wild rice and pasta
with roasted vegetables.

My beautiful girl with the indeterminate accent looks up from her
position down by the cart. I answer just before she asks.

"Chicken, please."

She smiles, pulls the small tray out, and puts it on my tray tablet. I
peek at her badge: Maya. Spanish name. She does not sound Spanish,
though. Doesn't look it either. I take her in, as she asks me if I am
interested in something to drink. ("Wine, red, please." - "Here you
go, sir, a Bordeaux, pretty decent too, if you ask me.") Short black
hair around a beautiful face, tanned golden skin, high cheekbones,
eyes tending to be almond shaped, perfect lips that seem to break
easily into smile. She may have some African blood in her, somewhere,
just slightly. She's tall, and thin. As she turns to pull the cart up
the alley ("Enjoy your meal, sir"), my eyes trail down her body. Her
breasts are not large, but nicely fill out her top. Small waist,
curving into hips that merge into long legs wrapped in a fitted pair
of uniform slacks. A quick look around confirms that she is the only
crew member not wearing the long brown uniform skirt, at least on my
coach. For once I don't begrudge the choice. The pants fit her
perfectly, revealing more of her legs than the long somewhat shapeless
skirt would, and I admire her ass in her tight pants as she pushes the
dinner cart up the aisle. My stomach growls, reminding me that eating
is the first order of business.

I eat happily, ravenously, like a starving man, which I am. The food
is reasonable, a notch above airline food, and the wine is indeed
pretty good. Say what you will, France does have some good points. I
steal a glance to my Maya every time she passes by, and she must have
noticed, for she gives me a smile whenever I catch her eye.

I overhear her talking with an older lady two seats ahead. The lady
asks Maya whether she is from New Zealand, something to do with her
accent. Maya laughs a bright laugh that sounds like rain falling in a
late autumn (my cock stiffens upon hearing it, the stomach being
satisfied other parts clamor for attention) and replies that she gets
asked that often, or whether she's Australian, or from some Caribbean
island, but no, she's British, born and raised just outside London,
although she's been living in Brussels for the past six years.

Maya is leaning towards the questioning lady, pouring tea or
coffee. The man sitting across the aisle from the lady is staring at
Maya's ass. I can practically hear the thoughts going through his
head, how he would love to rub his hands over the charming bum in
front of him, caressing, squeezing, perhaps eliciting a wanton giggle,
a moan, a groan. How he wonders what she would look like on her hands
and knees in front of him, cheerfully taking his cock in, submitting
to his ramming attack. How her boyfriend (husband? no ring on her
finger) is one lucky fellow, bedding such a beauty every night,
probably taking all sorts of liberties with her body. No mind-reading
skill required here; these are the exact same thoughts running through
my own mind. The only difference is that I can do something about
them. And it has nothing to do with the admittedly warm smile she gave
me earlier. It's all skill, baby, all skill!

"Would you like some tea, sir?"

"That would be delightful, thank you."

				 ***

I have always enjoyed the expectation that comes from waiting for
something good you know is about to happen. Think Christmas morning,
only better.

So here I am, finishing my tea and debating whether to have the lemon
pie slice or give it to my neighbor, who has devoured his in what I
believe were quite literally two bites. See, I am nice when you feed
me.

It is time to go and play with my new friend. I give my pie to my seat
mate ("You sure?" - "Please... I can't eat another bite."), grab my
empty cup, and stand in the aisle after dutifully folding my tray
tablet.

I stop the first employee I see. Nice, but I have my heart set on
someone else right now.

"Excuse me, miss, do you happen to know where I can find Maya?"

She eyes me suspiciously for a second. I put on my best charming and
inoffensive smile on, and it seems to work. I have always been
somewhat laid back, and it helps a lot. The whole not looking
desperate bit goes a long way.

"Maya?" She has a cute French accent. "I think she's in the dining
coach, two down that way."

"Thank you miss, very kind."

Laid back and polite. Oh, what the hell, toss in well groomed too. The
secret of my success.

No difficulty finding the dining coach, and there is my muse, Maya,
over in the corner, by one of those tables where you stand up to down
a quick shot of espresso before continuing on with your day like a
good European. She is going over some paperwork, her teeth gently
nibbling on the eraser tip of a pencil as if it were a tiny fabulously
lucky dick. Perfect. And no one around. Even better.

"Hello, Maya, can I bother you for a second?"

She looks up, eraser still in her mouth. She is nearly as tall as I am
with her heeled boots, a perfect complement to her uniform. Man, can I
choose them, or what?

Her eyes catch mine, and I see a smile forming on her lips. She likes
me. Perhaps I can do this the old fashioned way? Oh well, I suppose I
could but the erection currently building up in my pants suggests a
more direct way.

"Hello, Maya," I say again, sliding up to her.

I look her in the eyes, and she looks back. Really look. I can feel it
in the back of my head, a slight tremor, like a bow being strung. The
rest, I have always had a hard time putting into words. I take a deep
breath, and slowly relax. The tremor increases until it seems to break
through; a flooding sensation sweeps over me, warm and
comforting. Maya's eyes are closed. The flood recedes slowly, and Maya
opens her eyes. She sees me, gasps.

"Jorge! What are you doing here?" She pulls me to her and hugs me
close. I feel her breasts pushing against my chest, her body molding
against mine.

"I missed you, baby. Thought I'd surprise you."

"Well, that's a wonderful surprise. Too bad I've still got to finish
my shift here. But perhaps we can spend some time in London and play
tourists when we get there; I know this place..."

She never finishes her sentence. I grab her head in my hands, pull her
to me, and mash my lips against hers. Holding her breath for a second,
surprised, she gives in and starts kissing me back hungrily. Her hands
pull me closer, while she darts an exceedingly playful tongue in my
mouth. Her hips start swaying against me, rubbing my already engorged
member. She feels it, and lets a low moan escape. Jorge, Jorge, that's
a hot little spitfire you got here, you lucky bastard. Hope you don't
mind sharing some of your luck with me tonight.

Maya breaks off the kiss, breathing hard. She's looking at me
intently. I can see the arousal in her eyes, undoubtedly reflecting
that in mine. That's my cue.

"I don't want to wait, baby. I need you now!"

I punctuate this by kissing her again. She replies in kind, all
scorching heat and searching lips. She pushes herself against me,
rubbing her lithe body against mine. My dick appreciates the effect
immensely.

"I can't... I'm working... Trouble, I'd get in so much trouble... Oh!"
Her protests do not resist my hand sneaking up her side and gently
squeezing her left breast. Perfect size it is, a handful, with a hard
little nubbin of a nipple I can feel through her bra. This is going to
be fun. What would Jorge do? Beg, or assert? Not that it's really
important - girls tend to be quite pliable when I've worked my
mojo. But I like to not break character. It keeps things real, you
know?

I bring my hand up to Maya's face to caress her cheek, and she pushes
back against my fingers like a cat seeking a petting. I slowly and
softly run my thumb over her full lips, which part slightly. Maya's
eyes are closed, and I swear she's purring.

"Well," I say, "perhaps we can find something quick to take the edge
off?"

Her eyes open, still full of arousal, and she looks at me. Hers are
beautiful eyes, big and brown, exceedingly expressive. Right now they
convey pleasure and mischeviousness. They are smiling. She
understands. And likes the idea. My thumb is still lightly running
over her lips. Maya gently grabs the tip with her teeth, teasingly
runs her tongue over it, and slowly sucks it in, looking at me in the
eyes all the while. After twirling her tongue around my thumb a few
times, she slides it out, cheeks hollowed out with the suction.

"I'm sure I can think of something."

Her smile promises wonders. Jorge, you definitely are a fucking lucky
bastard. I hope you appreciate what you got here.

Surreptitiously looking around to check that no one is around paying
attention, she grabs my hand and pulls me hurriedly out of the dining
coach. I let myself be led, admiring her ass in her tight pants.

Hey, why be shy? "Maya," I say, as we cross through the door leading
to the next coach, "have I told you how much I love your ass?"

She turns around, still pulling me, and smiles wide.

"Told me and shown me, repeatedly and in many different wonderful
ways. And as you could tell, my ass loves you right back!"

She stops by a door with a small glass window at eye level in the back
of the coach, fumbles through her pocket for a few seconds, and her
pants are tight enough that she has to wiggle to get her hand in, and
you can just imagine what that wiggle does to her backside. I decide
not to resist, and just run my hand across her ass, taking in the
tightness, the firmness. She must spend a fair amount of time at the
gym, I detect not an ounce of fat on that ass of hers. Just to be
sure, I thoroughly examine it with both hands, rubbing and
squeezing. That seems to distract Maya, who has managed to get some
keys out of her pocket, but is standing up tall pushing back against
my wandering hands.

I lean over and gently kiss her neck where it meets her shoulder,
between her hair and the collar of her uniform. She tastes fresh,
sweet. The moment my lips touch her, she moans, arches her back, grabs
my head with a hand thrown back. She pulls me closer, at the same time
pushing her ass back against my crotch. She must feel my cock nestled
against her cheeks through the thin material of her pants.

I hear keys jiggling, Maya swearing under her breath, a deadbolt
clanging, but before we manage to open the door and go through, Maya
turns around without breaking the contact of my lips on her neck (I'm
still wondering how she managed that one), and seeks my mouth with
hers. As we settle into a scorching kiss that has my cock throbbing,
she pulls me in close, getting me to slam her against the door, and
rubs up and down against me, almost climbing on top of me, barely
supported by an overextended left leg, her right one wrapped around
me, locking me in. The temperature around us seems to go up a few
degrees.

I don't know if she reached down behind her or what, but the door
suddenly opens, and we fall into the small compartment that lies
beyond. She lets go at just the right moment, and I go flying in,
almost colliding with a small desk against the coach's outside
wall. We seem to be in some sort of controller's office. Maya managed
to remain by the door, and while my balance, she pulls the lock, and
draws a small curtain over the glass window. She turns back, looking
at me in a way I can only qualify as predatory. She motions to my
pants.

"Off, now."

I can be a good boy sometimes. I smile and unbuckle my belt, looking
right at her.

"And what about you?"

"No time, this will have to be quick."

I push my pants down, bringing my boxers down with them. My cock is
hard, sticking out in a way that would be funny at any other
time. Maya does not think it funny. She is fascinated,
transfixed. That's not skill, just endowment, I'm afraid.

"Maya."

"Mmmm?" She nods, slowly, still fixed on my cock.

"Maya, take your top off. I'd like to see you."

That seems to snap her out of her trance. She looks up at me, a small
smile on her lips. God, that woman has the most perversion-inducing
smile I have ever seen, and I have seen many.

"Take my top off? You want to see my breasts?"

She grabs the bottom of her shirt and teasingly pulls up right below
her breasts. This reveals a washboard stomach, without an ounce of fat
there either. A lot of work at the gym there in those abs. And a
strict diet. I admit I like.

"Yes, I want to see you. You know how much I like looking at you."

Seeing how Maya looks, Jorge would have to be a dunce not to like
looking at her. And Maya does not strike me as a girl who dates
dunces.

"You drive me crazy. You are so beautiful. And those tits of yours..."

She laughs at my comment, and in one swift move pulls her shirt off
before reaching back to unclasp her bra. It is a functional bra,
black, but with some nice lace work. Functional and nice looking. I
could fall for this girl. She hesitates, playfully.

"You sure you want to see my breasts? You know they'll just be
bouncing around when I'm blowing you. You think you can handle that?"

I don't trust my voice, so I just nod.

She smiles again, and lets her bra fall to the ground. I'm sorry I was
dismissive of her breasts earlier. I am definitely a legs and ass man,
so I tend to not focus on a girl's chest too much, but I have to say
that Maya is something else. Her breasts are simply gorgeous. Not
large, I was right in my assessment, but perfectly sized, standing
very high on her chest, pointing slightly up, with perky little
nipples. Ah, youth.

"Wow," I say, sticking to basics.

Amazingly enough, she blushes, and her hands shoot up to cover herself
up.

"Don't!" I say. "You are just... wow."

Blushing still, she puts her hands down, and takes the few steps
separating her from me. She's smiling, though.

"It's like you never saw them before," she laughs. She runs a finger
down my face, down my shirt. "I remember you reacted the same way the
first time," she says, softly. Attaboy, Jorge. Maya's finger reaches
my cock which, with a mind all its own, is trying its hardest to get
up close and personal.

"Oh, look, Little Jorge wants to play!" With the tip of her finger,
she gently pushes my cock down and lets go, sending it bobbing up and
down. Maya looks up at me, her mischievous smile back. "You think
Little Jorge might like a kiss?" Said in that cute accent of hers, it
sends shivers down my spine. Actually Maya, Little Jorge would like to
slip between those red lips of yours and bury itself deep in that
lovely mouth.

"Yes, I think he would like a kiss."

"Okay," Maya says, and gets down on her knees in front of me, her
beautiful face just at the right height. She very softly wraps her
hand around my cock, and I notice that she is perfectly manicured. Her
long fingers have no problem with my girth; her touch is velvety. She
gently exposes the head of my cock, and leans over to give it a gently
kiss, her shiny bright red lips contrasting nicely with the darkness
of my blood-gorged shaft. Her lips still on me, she looks up, eyes
twinkling. I have no time to dwell on that though, because she chooses
that moment, her eyes still locked on mine, to let my cock slide
between her lips into the moist warmth that lies beyond. And she does
not stop. She sucks me in almost completely, marks a beat, then pulls
back, still sucking. The feeling is wonderful.

"Yum," she says, letting go of my cock.

"Baby, that felt wonderful." I may be an perverted opportunist, but I
like to think of myself as a nice, encouraging perverted opportunist.

She smiles. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet..."

Indeed. She proceeds to give me one of the best blowjobs of my life,
gently sucking my cock in and out, jacking me off in counterpoint to
her sucking. Her technique is near perfect. Deep strokes, mixed in
with shallow ones during which her tongue runs circles around my cock
head. The hand not stroking my cock is softly playing with my
balls. Her breasts are indeed bouncing around, an arousing sight. I
can feel them against the inside of my knees whenever she goes in
deep. Her eyes are closed, and she seems to genuinely enjoy
herself. She is beautiful. Jorge is definitely a lucky fellow.

Maya pauses after a few minutes of this and, stroking my cock enough
to keep me hard but not enough to get me off (the little tease), she
looks up again. My cock is shiny and there is a very thin line of
spittle running from the head to her lips. I'm very visual, and I just
love that image.

"So, how do you want it?" she asks.

"How do I want what?" Can't claim to be too coherent right now. The
blood is a long way from my brain.

"Your blowjob, silly. How do you want it, how do you want me?" Her
hand on my cock seems to keep rhythm with her words.

"Huh?" Smooth, Kurt, real smooth.

"Do you want a nice soft suck like I've been doing till now?" A gentle
stroke on my cock. "Do you want a sloppy blowjob with lots of spit and
gagging?" A harder stroke. My cock jerks. She smiles her mischievous
smile again. "Or do you want to be in charge and just fuck my face?" A
still harder stroke on my cock. "Mmm... you'd like that, wouldn't
you?"

I suspect that yes, I'd like that, and I have a hunch that' Jorge-boy
must indulge. Can't blame him, really. But I can find girls to face
fuck easily enough, and that's not what I'm after right now. I like
Maya, she has spirit, and I bet that if I put her charge, I won't
regret it.

"Such generosity! Baby, I want you to do what you like, but the
nastier the better. You know me..."

She flashes another beautiful smile. "Do I ever... One blowjob coming
up, sir." She winks at me, puckers up, and leans down towards my cock,
which is more than ready to resume playing.

Maya pauses an inch from my cock. I think I let out a groan,
completely unconsciously. She leans back, sitting on her heels, and
tilts her head up. Her breasts slowly rise and fall with her
breathing, and it's hypnotic. I tear my eyes away; she is looking at
me.

"Where do you want to come?"

Depends. "Where can I come?"

She smiles again. I don't think I can tire of her smiles. "You can
come wherever you want: my mouth, my face, my tits. It's all yours,
you know that."

"Well, where do you think I want to come?"

"Seeing how you were distracted a few seconds ago, I bet you might
enjoy coming on my tits."

My cock jerks, nodding in agreement. Maya giggles, stroking my cock
slowly.

"One sloppy blowjob with a finish of cum-covered titties coming right
up!"

"Come ride the friendly rails..."

She goes down on my cock and swallows it up. If she gave me a great
blowjob before, now she is just fantastic. She said sloppy, and she
meant sloppy. She is pushing her head down on my cock on every stroke,
and I can feel my cock head hit the top of her throat every single
time. She imparts a furious rhythm to the blowjob, two medium strokes
with a lot of saliva and tongue action followed by a deep stroke where
she pushes down on my cock, wide-mouthed, spittle running down her
chin, and making all sorts of squishy noises. She keeps that two-one
rhythm the whole time. Her eyes are closed, her red lips wrapped tight
around my cock when she is not trying to swallow it whole.

The spittle starts to drip down her chin and onto her breasts, which
have become near shiny with it. I am sorry there is actually no time
to properly strip her and fuck her. I bet she's a great ride.

The sensations start to get too much, and my cock is getting
stiffer. Maya, clearly not a novice at this, senses it and shifts into
the final act. On every stroke now she goes down deep, almost
continuously gagging, again and again and again.

Without being able to control myself, my hands shoot out and grab her
short hair and guide her head even deeper onto my cock. I swear that
on one stroke I actually enter her throat, and she nearly chokes. I
let go of her hair but she does not pull back, instead starting to
swallow, making me shiver. A few seconds later, she pulls back, and
resumes her original rhythm. I am so close to coming by this point
that it takes but a few deep strokes of her mouth before I feel the
cum push up from my balls and shoot out.

The first shot hits Maya in the back of the throat on a down stroke,
whereupon she pulls back lightning quick, straightens up high on her
knees, and furiously jacks my cock off pointing it directly at her
chest. The next several shots of my cum land on her upturned breasts,
mixing up with the saliva accumulated there, making a fine mess. Maya
greedily starts sucking on my cock again before I am finished,
swallowing whatever leftover I have left. The feeling of her mouth
back on my cock is too much for me to bear, and I very nearly stumble
down from my spot against the desk.

When I can't take it any longer - my cock gets very sensitive after
release - I pull Maya off my cock. She smacks her lips, moaning. She
tilts her head up to look at me, and makes a great show of scooping up
some of the cum dripping off her breasts and licking it off her
fingers. The rest she slowly rubs into her skin, methodically, missing
nothing. "Moisturizing," she says with a wink. Despite being
completely drained, I am fascinated by her hands on her breasts,
rubbing and caressing her twin globes. I can see how firm they are,
how full, and I regret not having the time to enjoy them more fully.

As if on cue, the overhead speaker kicks in. "To all passengers, we
are now approaching London Waterloo station. Please ensure you take
all your belongings with you when..." Blah, blah, blah. Maya stands up
slowly, very close to me, I can feel the heat off her body. "Thank you
for choosing Eurostar," finishes the overhead voice. You're
welcome. And kudos, great service.

We have to go, people will start looking for Maya soon. Her hands are
on my shoulders, her head leaning on my upper chest, positively
purring. I gently push her head up, and seek her lips. She seems
surprised, I guess Jorge-boy doesn't usually kiss her after a
blowjob. Take this, Jorge, you lucky bastard. Not good, a whiff of
jealousy. I'm glad we have to part now, or things could get
complicated. And I hate complications. All of this in the midst of a
tender, sweet, loving kiss by Maya, who seems to pour her soul into
this kiss. It is hard not to respond in kind.

I run my hands down her back, pulling her closer against me. My hands
reach down her ass, and I confirm that it is the tightest, firmest ass
I have felt up in recent memory. I rub and squeeze through her tight
pants while we kiss, and this seems to turn Maya on further, if her
moaning and rubbing herself up and down against me is any indication.

I break the kiss, somewhat reluctantly. "Maya, we have to go, they'll
be looking you." She does not seem to be quite there.

"But..." She blinks a few times, calming down. "Right... Train,
London, right..."

Taking a step back, she breathes in and out a few times (my eyes are
drawn to her breasts that enticingly rise and fall with the action)
and becomes the efficient Eurostar employee once more.

"Right, back to work." She hunts down her bra and her shirt. I pull my
pants back on. "Maya?"

"Yes?" She is making herself presentable in a small mirror
conveniently hung by the door. "That was wonderful, thanks."

She turns her head to look at me, and flashes me her beautiful smile
again. "Oh, the pleasure was all mine." Pause. "I love you."

I smile too. "Love you too."

"Now, scoot. I have to lock this place and take care of our
arrival. I'll see you later in the station, anyways, right? Shall we
meet at the Cafe Nero, as usual?"

We leave the small office, after she made sure no one was standing
about outside.

"Actually, I probably won't have time to linger much in London. I must
head back almost immediately. I just came to see you and surprise
you."

"Oh. Well, that was very sweet, and utterly crazy! I guess I'll see
you at home in two days, then? I'm coming back on the 16h40."

"Sounds good. Have a good time in London."

"Not half as good as if you were there."

She gives me a quick peck on the lips, turns around, and takes off for
the next coach, towards whatever preparation an arrival in London
entails. I watch her lithe form, long legs, impossibly firm ass. Oh,
fuck it.

"Maya?"

She stops, hand on the coach door, and turns to look at me.

"Where are you staying in London. You know, just in case?"

There's that luminous smile again.