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Down by the Tracks (MF)
by Dulcinea (dulcinea1@aol.com)

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She had a "thing" for trains.

He knew that. He'd always known that. Their home was close to a train
crossing. She could hear the whistles of the trains as they crossed the
streets, and, on summer nights when the windows were open, the
clickety-clack of their wheels on the tracks.

Tonight, probably the last warm night of Indian summer, he had plans for
her and her trains.

The picnic had been lovely. He'd driven out of the city to an old dirt
road, eventually pulling off to the side and then leading her down a trail
to this lovely clearing by a babbling brook. Spreading the blanket in the
afternoon sun, they'd gorged themselves on cold chicken, potato salad, and
oatmeal cookies.

Truth to tell, she was convinced this was an elaborate set up by him for
another erotic adventure. But now, as they lay side by side on the blanket,
not touching, she wasn't so sure. Perhaps this was simply a picnic, and
nothing else. She sighed contentedly. The picnic was romantic, and who said
sex needed to intrude on every romantic venture?

She sighed again, not so contentedly. Right now, she needed sex to intrude.
She needed it!

His hand was suddenly on her breast, casually massaging the soft flesh,
teasing the nipple to a peak. Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to the
sensations as his mouth covered her nipple through the tee-shirt, gently
sucking.

She felt it before she heard it, the ground rumbling beneath them. A train
was nearby, and she smiled, listening for the familiar whistle, the unique
chittering as it ran down the track. His hand slid under her shirt, flesh
against flesh, bringing the other nipple to life.

"Oh, honey," she moaned, her hands running through his hair. She could hear
it now, ever so faint in the background. Her shorts were suddenly gone, his
hands caressing her bare ass, the insides of her thighs. His mouth was
tracing down her stomach, licking her navel, heading for the wetness
between her legs.

The train was closer still, his tongue lapping hungrily at her pussy. She
wondered where the tracks were, how close they actually were. His fingers
deep inside of her drove those thoughts from her mind, her body going
through waves of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her.

"Mmm," he said, rising to his knees. He licked his lips, slowly unzipping
his pants. "What a nice end to a good meal." He laughed.

His cock was so hard, it stood straight out as he lowered his pants, the
head already wet from precum. She reached out with her fingers and wiped it
away, raising her hand to her mouth to lick it clean. "Mmm," she agreed.

Holding his cock in his hand, he brought it down to her pussy, rubbing the
head against her excited clit. Her moaning encouraged him, and he began to
rub his cock up and down her slit, teasing her, sliding deep inside of her,
then pulling back out, her pussy muscles grasping at his cock.

The train whistle sounded again, so close, startling her, and he took that
opportunity to plunge deep inside of her, filling her completely. She
gasped, her eyes wide, staring up at him. "Where is the train at?" she
asked.

"About ten feet that way." He pointed with his chin. There was a huge clump
of bushes there, blocking her view. He began to pump in and out of her, the
train passing them now. She could catch glimpses of the metal through the
bushes, but she couldn't really see it. She hoped that meant anyone looking
out the window couldn't really see them. She giggled. Oh, let them look and
be jealous! The ground rumbled as though they were experiencing an
earthquake, dead leaves flying around them as the train rushed by. She
loved this!

She closed her eyes and lost herself to the sounds of the train and the
fullness of her pussy, her cries of pleasure lost in the roaring of the
train nearby. As though he had planned it, he erupted inside of her as the
whistle blew, her body convulsing a third time before he collapsed on top
of her.

"That was incredible," she whispered, when the train had passed, and they
could hear each other again. Laying in his arms, she kissed his chest,
snuggling closer.

"You told me you loved trains," he answered, kissing the top of her head.
"And I love you."

She smiled, letting her hands roam his body, letting herself totally relax
in his arms. "Honey!" she said suddenly, licking his chest. "Did I ever
tell you how much I like boats?"