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Eyes of Fire - 1 (MF, rom)
by cbratb@cyberhighway.net
*
I met her on a train. She was wearing a light blue linen suit,
with a cream silk blouse.
She had heeled shoes and black hose. I never could understand
why any woman would ever wear black hose, they're so damned unbecoming.
Her hair was tucked up under one of those working woman kind of
fedoras, and small wisps of it framed the face of a woman in her
early forties.
On her lap was a small briefcase in which she periodically rummaged
for scraps of paper, whose contents she added to the legal pad
on the seat next to her.
I had lots of time to pay attention. It's a slow, long and boring
ride by train, from Amarillo to El Paso, and soon the sun would
be down and the train lights would come on. I always feel women
look much better in natural light.
As she shifted her weight she delicately crossed her legs at the
knee and for one second, the setting sun came through the dusty
train window and glinted the flash of a garter, somewhere on the
upper reaches of quite an attractive looking thigh.
'Probably a tennis player' I thought, weighing in my mind the
strength of such a thigh.
'Some executive assistant on her way back to the home office,
probably.'
After a while she stood up and put all the bits of paper and her
pad back into the briefcase. She stretched as she reached up to
put it in the overhead storage rack, and she also stretched
horizontally as well, almost popping a couple of buttons on
her jacket.
As she turned back, and saw me watching her, she smiled at me.
'Yeah, that's enough work for one day,' I said, 'It's almost night
time and the bars about to open'
'My thoughts exactly', she said, and the authoritative sound of
her voice surprised me, because after all she was quite petite
in all other physical attributes. Well balanced, mind you, but
overall a nice, small package, well wrapped.
I put away the book that I hadn't been reading and stood up to
follow her along the weaving train towards the bar car.
En route, we passed between two cars where a window was open in
the exit door. She stopped and stuck her head out of the window.
Just before the wind grabbed and stole her hat, I reached out
and unchivalrously jammed it on top of her head.
Laughing she turned to me and said, 'Good catch. I forgot I was
wearing my hat'. For a moment we stood there, toe to toe, grinning
at each other.
'You can let go now, 'she said, and I realized I was still jamming
her hat down, almost over her ears. 'Didn't mean to ruin your
hairdo,' I said, feeling rather foolish as I dropped my hand away
from her head.
'That's all right, the wind would have done that anyway', and
she pulled of the hat and stuck her head back out of the window.
The wind fussed her hair immediately and for about a minute before
she pulled it back in, her face flushed and eyes watering.
'Now , ' she said, 'about that bar'
We swayed on down the train to the smoke filled lounge and ordered
a drink each...some of that world famous Amtrak wine.
We joked about the wine list for a minute and then she started
coughing.
'I know, this sort of atmosphere will choke you if you don't like
smoke', I said, but she shook her head at me. 'No, ' she said,
'actually I'm a smoker myself, but this is just a bit much....why
don't we go back to that open window, with our expensive wine.
'
We both smiled at her sarcasm and made our way though the doorway
back towards the fresh air.
Through the corridor windows I could see the scarlet west Texas
sunset and pointed it out to her. She tried to look over her shoulder,
and open a door and hold her wine and keep her balance all at
the same time and something had to give.
With a half spin she stumbled straight at me, crushing me against
the window, with our wine clutched between us, and banging my
chin with the roof of her head which again knocked off the hat
she had put back on. Ever chivalrous I grabbed for it at the same
time that she did. We banged heads some more and the hat fluttered
to the floor as we both fell, laughing against the window pane.
Suddenly, I could feel her against me, softly, calmly, with no
tenseness or sudden pullaway.
I reached down and dusted off her hat before placing it back on
her head, and smoothing out the wisps of hair. All the while she
didn't exactly lean on me, and yet there was still no distance
between and of our contact points. Her shoulder and my chest,
her hip bone and the top of my thigh, the small of her back and
the edge of my right thumb, the side of her head and my shoulder.
There was a warmth at each point and yet no pressure at all, merely
as though we were in fact simply standing very close.
Our laughter faded to smiles as we straightened up and she said,
'Now let's try this again, without the guided tour' and we each
took a mouthful of wine and continued along the rattling weaving
corridor.
Soon the warm Texas wind met our faces as we both jammed into
the narrow window. This time she took her hat off first and it
dangled in her right hand while she held her wine in the other.
'I love the wind,' she said as her hair blew back into my face,
and she stepped back and undid the buttons of her jacket and the
top two buttons of her blouse. Although there was no cleavage
visible at all there was something wonderful about the contours
of her neck, in the shadows of the sunset. She went back to the
window and pushed her whole head out. I could see the satin of
her blouse collar ruffle in the wind, and feel the billowing of
her jacket against my arms. Even though I had on short sleeves,
the wind was still warm, as I knew it would be for another hour
or two yet.
When she pulled her face back inside, I was just putting mine
out and she caught the very tip of her nose against the end of
mine. 'I think I'm going to smoke a cigarette,' she said, 'even
though I really don't want to go back into that awful room...
I need some more wine anyway'.
'Well' I said, ' why don't you wait here and I'll go get the wine
and we can smoke right here. No-one will say anything as long
as we're by the window'
Calling me her 'little outlaw' she laughed and said, 'O.K., I'll
go get my cigarettes and meet you back here. '
'And I'll leave this stupid hat in the compartment before it blows
halfway across Texas'
I weaved my way back into the lounge and grabbed a couple more
wines and made my way back to the window.
She showed up shortly after, sans hat and suit coat.
'that's much better, 'she said, 'now I can breathe.'
She seemed different somehow and then I noticed that she had also
kicked her heels off as she was lighting a smoke.
I handed her the wine and she thanked me and said her name was
'Jack'
I told her mine and then, of course, had to ask, 'Jack???'
'I know, ' she said, ' my real name is Angelique, but it really
sounds pretty pretentious for an El Paso gal, so I decided to
change it legally. I couldn't really choose one name over the
other and my father suggested Jack as a joke one day. I kinda
liked it and so that's the story'
She took in another long lungful of smoke and blew it out slowly
as she turned to face the window again. 'Well here's to ya Jack,
' I said, smiling, and I raised my small wine bottle to hers with
a clink.
'And here's back atcha, ' she said, smiling back.
For a moment we just smiled, and then she broke the spell and
turned back and pushed her head out the window again.
I squeezed my head through next to hers, and butted her over with
my hip.
'Scoot over', I said, 'Let someone else have some fun'.
She turned her head back towards me and as her hair flew around
our faces I realized that she was still jammed in against my hip,
and my right hand, with not enough window room for my arm, was
resting on her lower back again.
The silk felt cool and soft as it fanned, in the wind, against
the hairs of my arm. The train rocked gently along and we stood,
very close together, and looked out at the stars in a giant sky.
Slowly, I felt slight pressure against my finger tips as she leaned
back into my hand. I traced very small, very light circles in
the middle of her back. It was easy against the slippery of the
satin, and after a moment I felt her push back slightly against
my motion.
Her weight shifted slightly and it made even more contact between
her hip and my thigh.
We still both stared outside, as my hand made it's lazy revolutions
up towards her shoulders. Her whole body seemed to soften against
my hand and turn with each slow circle to meet the light pressure
of my fingers.
As my fingertips met the nape of her neck she rotated her head
so that each circle gave my fingertips a new canvas.
We drank some more wine and then she faced back out the window
as I continued to rub gently all the way across her shoulders
and down her back, around each side and back to her neck. It was
obvious to me that she was enjoying this contact and so, as my
courage increased, so did my pressure.
Now I could definitely feel her responding to my touch, as my
fingers moved over her back and neck. Her hips, shoulders, head
and feet seemed almost in concert with each circle that I drew
on the back of her body, and even though I couldn't see her face,
I felt that she probably had her eyes closed.
By now my circles were getting low enough to include the full
round cheeks that moved and wriggled under the half skirt of her
suit , and as my pressure increased I could feel her skirt being
gradually pulled upward, over her thighs and towards her hips.
As the skirt continued to bunch around her waist, her head lowered
onto her arms and she pushed her ass towards me as I stood behind
her.
By now my fingers were roaming unchecked over her as her skirt
rode higher and higher. Soon in the dim train light, I saw the
tops of her stockings and the beginnings of white upper thighs
and black garters. My finger dropped under the raised hem of her
skirt and stroked the backs of her thighs. She rolled her head
on her arms and slightly spread her legs apart. My fingers slipped
in between her thighs, just at the stocking tops and traced more
circles as her hips swiveled.
I asked her to hold my wine and passed it out of my left hand
into hers. She took a healthy drink and dropped her head back
on her arms. Now as my right hand continued to tease her skirt
ever upwards, with it's circles on the backs and inners of her
thighs, my left hand reached casually around to the front of her
blouse. I felt her breath draw sharply in as my finger reached
under the loose blouse and lightly dragged my fingernails over
her hard flat belly.
She adjusted her posture to allow the blouse to hang looser in
the front, and thus encouraged, I made my slow way up towards
the curve of her breasts. One finger dragged itself around the
swell of her left breast and ran straight up against a rock hard
nipple, which it flicked. Her hips shuddered under my right hand
which, by now had exposed this stranger to the world. Standing
at the doorway of a train, rattling though the warm dark night,
I could now plainly see a pair of royal blue cotton panties stretched
over her lower ass cheeks. Her legs moved even wider apart as
the wind now reached her exposed thighs, and suddenly I reached
with both hands and tugged the remainder of her skirt up over
her hips.
As the air hit her she shuddered and I reached back around and
traced the outline of her breast through the silk blouse. Her
nipple strained forward to meet my fingers so I flicked it again.
This time she moaned and so I did the same thing to her other
breast with my right hand. I was now standing directly behind
her with my growing hardness pushed up against the crack of her
ass, which was riding it with the motion of the train and my two
hands stroking and teasing and lightly pinching her breasts and
nipples through the silk of her blouse.
As I did so, she stood up and leaned her head against my shoulder.
I bent slightly and gently kissed her in the little hollow of
her neck where it meets the back of her ear. My hands were now
cupping her breasts and lightly moved over to meet at the blouse
buttons. One by one they gave up their posts, and allowed the
wind to part the blouse and blow over her breasts. Her hips were
now pushing harder back against me, and as I undid her last button
I peeled the silk back on each side almost to the point where
each nipple was released to the air. Holding the blouse in this
position, I ran my nails lightly up over her stomach and tickled
the side of each breast closest to the other. I moved my left
hand upwards to dip gently into the hollows of her collarbone,
as my right hand dragged back down, over her belly, over the
bunched up waist of her skirt and down, across the front of her
skirt, stretched tight by her open legs.
My left hand started down as well, to join the other one which
was softly rubbing the front of her right thigh, through the skirt.
This action, of course, started to pull the front of her skirt
up.
By stepping backwards one half step, I realized that I could see
my hands in the reflection of the small piece of window that they
leave unopenable.
Fascinated I watched myself, as she leaned back into me. I could
see her skirt rising under my fingers, over her stocking tops,
over the dark mound between her thighs, over the flatness of her
stretched blue panties, until her entire skirt was no more than
a tube top around her waist, where it perched.
Her blouse was still covering her nipples but was moving across
them in the wind going by and causing her to move her torso to
drag the silk across them back and forth. My hands stroked the
front of her thighs and moved slightly upwards with each stroke,
until they reached the elastic lace around each full thigh. I
followed the lace around to each side of her hips and then back
towards her center, where my fingers dipped in between her widening
thighs, to stroke just underneath her warm, full pussy mound.
She pushed back against me harder still, and I felt her right
hand move across her chest and into the open blouse to cradle
her left breast. She moaned again, right into my ear, and by following
the little movements in her upper arm, I could tell that she was
pinching her nipple.
My thumbs met in between her legs and, as I moved my hands upwards,
my thumb knuckles rode up over the full, puffy lips of the outside
of her heat.
The front of her panties was very wet, and she moved her legs
apart some more and pushed her sex towards my fingers as they
followed the trail blazed by my thumbs.
She was working with both hands now, on both nipples, her blouse
flapping wide open in the wind. By staring straight down over
her shoulder, I could see her breasts pulled and twisted in her
eager fingers. By now, both my hands had run up to the elastic
lace panty waistband and they moved around her hips and down inside
the panties over her ass. She moved forward to allow me room and
began to grind her front against the door. ...I reached back around
to the front of her panties and allowed both thumbs to slip down
inside the waistband and begin to slowly peel them down
In all this time we hadn't said a word to one another and now
there was no need for any. I kept thinking that someone was bound
to come crashing through the door at any moment and catch this
woman with her breasts in the wind and her panties on display,
with her hands on her nipples and my fingers spread over her pelvis,
my thumbs twisting into her pussy hair as the train rocked her
against my hardness. Suddenly, just as my right hand reached under
and cupped her pussy through the wet cotton briefs, she let go
of her left breast and, stretching behind her, grabbed me tight.
Her hands wandered over my cock and desperately dragged down my
zipper. My fingers remained still, holding her wet pussy as she
dragged my cock out into the night air.
This was enough for me. She gently pulled and stroked me and I
let one finger dip under the lace leg of her underwear and sink
deep into the ocean that flowed from inside her core. Her cunt
muscles grabbed my finger and held it in a grip so firm and yet
so soft. My other hand peeled her panties down over her stocking
tops in front but just to the bottom of the cheeks of her ass
in the back. They rested there just above the head of my cock,
and allowed me to slip my hand underneath her from behind, and
put another finger inside her to join the first. They played inside
her for a moment and made her wriggle, and then they found her
very hard clit, straining as though to be a little cock of it's
own and join me in thoroughly fucking this hot wet hole, where
we both met. As soon as my fingers touched her clit, from the
two different angles they presented, I felt her shudder and grab
my cock, now with both hands fighting for it's hardness. I felt
her using me to stroke the crack of her ass, and under it to the
back of her pussy.
I moved my left hand out from behind her, and moved it to the
front, where my fingers gently but firmly pulled her cuntlips
apart. Holding them open I stroked her clit, ever faster, and
sank two and then three fingers deep into her wet channel, and
then out again. I pulled the wetness out of her,
and rubbed it, with my fingers into her skin above her rolled
down panties. I went back and got wet again, raised my fingers
to first my mouth, and then hers, savoring every damp taste.
In a second she pushed suddenly back with a loud moan and spasmed,
bucking underneath me like a crazed pony and gushing, almost flushing
my fingers out from deep inside her.
As my fingers left and she shook quietly I bent my knees and slid
softly forward, burying myself to the hilt in her open and clutching
pussy.
at first, I thought that she had fainted because she just slumped
all of her weight down onto me, but then I started to slide her
back and forth, along my full length and the angle dragged me
over and back, over and back along the hard erect clit which was
trying to fuck me back. My fingers, in front went to her pussy
to hold it wide open from the front, allowing the night breeze
to cool the hard slapping grind between the head of my cock and
the length of her clit.
Deeper and deeper I drove , and I took some of her wetness and
used it on her nipples, pulling and twisting them, first gentle
- then hard and then harder.
Just then I heard the door open behind us.
CHAPTER TWO
SOAP GET IN YOUR EYES
As soon as I heard the door I instinctively drew back and away
from the warm wet comfort.
This very action seemed only to make her hotter as I turned to
face, what I was sure would be a shocked and embarrassed member
of the general public. Of course the fact that my receding cock
was on display as I turned, was lost to me.
Red faced I turned to see an empty vestibule between two train
carriages. All there was to see was me sticking out of my pants,
and a woman shuddering against the door with her clothing in complete
disarray.
And nothing else.
It took me a minute to realize that I hadn't actually heard the
door open, but rather had heard it close.
Soon, as I made myself decent, Jack turned away from the window
and, straightening her clothes, eventually looked up at me.
'I don't usually do things like this, 'she said, somewhat sheepishly.
'I would hope not,' said I, 'neither do I'
'Do you have any idea who was watching us??' she asked.
'you mean you knew someone was watching us and you didn't say
anything' I asked incredulously.
'Only intermittently', she said, 'I was afraid to say anything
in case they recognized my voice'.
Now I was truly flummoxed..... 'Why would they recognize your
voice' I said.
'Because, although you're blissfully unaware of it, I'm one of
the nightly news anchors in El Paso, and most of the folks on
this train live in El Paso> I can't obviously afford to be
recognized', and she paused and blushed, 'in such a compromising
position. I can't afford to be seen with you anymore, someone
on this train knows what we were doing and my career is at stake.'
'I don't know why they would have recognized you', I said, 'you
were comparatively hidden from view, I'm the one with the embar-
rassment problem.'
'Well, thank you, but I'm afraid we don't know each other' she
said and brushed past me into the swaying train.
For a moment, I stood there dumbfounded. This couldn't really
be happening to me. I was this close to filling a completely strange
woman with every drop of my seed and yet I still had it all, only
two minutes later.
I decided I needed a drink and lurched off towards the bar car.
I sat on one of the Amtrak stools and before I could speak the
attendant put a cold beer in front of me with a small piece of
paper next to the glass.
'I thought you might need a drink, ' the note said, 'I'll see
you in a while.'
I nursed the beer and finally asked the barkeep for a thumbnail
of the person who had bought me the beer. 'She was fairly tall',
he said, 'Strawberry blonde in a long red dress, she went off
up the train that way', he said pointing the opposite way from
my old cabin. I was grateful at least for that small favor.
'Thanks for the beer' I said and went off in the other direction
for a couple of cars before I remembered that I wasn't supposed
to go back to my seat. 'Shit', I cursed, 'here I am, a man without
a carriage' I turned on my heel and headed past the bar in search
of a men's room.
I didn't like being interrupted this close to climax and I knew
how to take care of at least that problem. I closed the nearest
bathroom door behind me and pulled myself free. I was still semi
hard and as I stroked myself back to life I thought back to the
image of my hands holding her open for me to fill from behind.
I watched my face flush in the bathroom mirror and felt myself
filling up inside with my coming orgasm.
Someone knocked on the door.
'It's occupied, ' I managed to croak.
A very female voice came through the door to say, 'I know that,
open up the door, ' and as she said it she turned the handle and
the door which I had forgotten to lock, opened wide at the sight
of me, cock in hand, and flushed face.
'You didn't have to start without me' she said, and came into
the small toilet compartment and locked the door behind her.
She was at least 5' 11'', and smiling at me, not laughing, just
smiling.
'I'm so sorry I interrupted you before, ' she said, 'It was all
I could do to not join in....Did you wash yet?'
I shook my head no as I still stood there with my cock in my hand
staring at this woman, in the long red dress.
Her breasts rose and fell visibly under the tight bodice. She
had short, almost mannish hair, and long legs with red spiked
heels at one end, and heaven only knows what at the other.
She leaned back against the door. 'I'll never forget your hands
running over those panties,' she said, 'I just stood there for
about five full minutes and watched your fingers. I almost came
just watching what you were doing to that poor woman's tits and
pussy...not that poor woman is exactly how I would put it....she
looked to be in no pain to me.'
I stood dumbstruck, as she reached out and took my cock from my
hands and cradled it in her own. Almost the instant she took it
in her hand she seemed to relax into a more comfortable stance.
She bent at the waist and took me in her mouth.
'Ah, I can still taste her,' she said, rolling her tongue up and
over the length of my cock. In adjusting my position, I discovered
that I was now facing the mirror, watching unbelieving as a second
stranger in an hour played with my cock.
Her ass was raised high in the air as she swallowed me and I placed
my hands firmly on her ass cheeks through the dress. Watching
them in the mirror, I saw my fingers grab and knead her thighs
and ass and I watched as I slowly pulled her dress higher and
higher. She seemed to be very busy with what she was doing and
so, as the hem of her dress cleared the top of her hose I held
my breath. The panties, when they came into view in the mirror
were of course bright red and she pushed her ass even higher in
the air as the cold air made her ass cheeks clench and she shuddered.
Pushing her panties down over her ass, I found that they stuck
in the wet spot between her legs and hung there as though her
pussy was hanging onto them. She moaned as she mouthed me, as
I tweaked and pinched at her cheeks. She tore my cock from her
mouth and said, 'Just a minute'.
I stepped back, expecting her to pull the dress over her head,
but she just leaned back against the sink and said, 'I want to
watch us in the mirror for a while.'
Turning her back to me, and facing the mirror over the sink, she
cupped her straining breasts in both hands and ran her fingers
down into her crotch, through the dress. She grasped the hem at
the back and, bending into the sink, she slowly pulled it up over
her red panties, all the way to her hips.
I couldn't believe this night. In the space of one hour I found
myself staring at two separate sets of panty clad, stretched ass
cheeks. I don't normally have this kind of luck.
She waggled her hips at me and set her thighs astraddle. All I
had to do was reach between them and grasp my prize. I'm no fool.
Within two seconds I had a spasming, saturated gripping pussy
held between my finger and thumb and a wonderful warm breast in
the other hand. She was still wearing the dress but it felt as
though it were part of her body, as her nipple leapt into my open
palm.
Suddenly it appeared that she reached up and shredded the dress
from neckline to waist with an awful tearing sound.
She turned to me, as she grabbed my hand and ground it into her
breast, and she said 'Velcro!!!'
I was beginning to wander about the stock prices of brassiere
companies. Her breast completely filled my hand, her nipple seemed
to suck at my palm and I flicked it gently with my fingernail.
In the mirror I saw her eyes roll over in her head and so I flicked
the nipple again, harder this time.
The dress hung wide open and was slipping down over her shoulders
when she shrugged and dropped it to the floor and kicked it behind
us..
She raised her arms high over her head, thrusting her breasts
upwards and half turned in each direction, admiring herself in
the mirror. Hell, I couldn't blame her for that, I was doing the
same thing myself. I stepped back to admire this beautiful woman
before me. I saw her full, smooth back in front of me and the
reflection of her breasts in the mirror. I saw her rounded ass
cheeks and the rolled up panties right below them, and, in the
mirror I saw the same panties, still covering her mound and the
slope of her pelvis. She lowered her hands to her breasts, and
tweaked and pulled the nipples to even higher stimulation. She
slid her fingers down the front of her panties, and moistened
her fingers on the honey that was now coating her inner thighs.
She turned and offered the delight to me, and I suckled eagerly
on her slick fingers.
As she kissed down my chest, after opening my shirt, my cock strained
towards her mouth. Finally she reached my head and took it smoothly
into her mouth, licking around the hardness of it and pursing
her lips back and forth over it, like a child with a popsickle.
With a groan, she slid her mouth forward and took my whole length
into her mouth. Never could figure out how women can do that,
without gagging but it's a skill I applaud. As I stood there,
nestled safely in her mouth, I watched her hands pulling her panties
through her legs and then back, over and over. They slid easily
deep between her lower lips and I could see the saturation of
them. She took me deeper, it seemed, and it was my turn to groan.
I knew I couldn't hold out from this much longer and was trying
to decide whether to come in her mouth or to bend her over the
sink and take her savagely from behind when suddenly, the lights
went out, in the small bathroom and we were plunged into total
darkness.
At the same time we heard grumblings from outside the door letting
us know that the lights were out throughout the train, which seemed
to be slowing down. She reluctantly pulled her lips from around
my stiffness with one final pop/slurp and stood up.
'Now what's going on?' she said.
'Hell if I know, ' I replied.
By now the train had rolled to a complete stop and yet there were
no lights visible outside the window either so we were obviously
not in a station anywhere.
I knew there were no scheduled stops for two hours yet.
'We'd better take a look', she said, and stooping down she grabbed
her dress from the floor. I almost took her, right then, as she
bent over and I saw the glistening snatch between her legs pointing
straight up at my cock. But in a second the chance was gone and
she stood up again. Slipping into her dress, she gave me a fast
kiss on the lips, tucked me back into my pants and said, 'I'll
see to you later, but soon'
And, opening the door, she stepped outside.
I stood alone, in the dark, wondering just what I had done to
deserve this kind of luck. Two women, both offer themselves to
me and neither one was allowed to finish the job. I asked myself
if this wasn't some kind of hell train and I was destined to ride
it for ever, playing hot and fetch it into eternity and never
getting off.
I opened the door myself and stepped out, almost smacking into
the conductor as he walked down the aisle with a flashlight in
his hand.
It's all right , everybody, ' he said in a calm voice, 'It's probably
something minor, I'm sure we'll be on our way in just a moment.'.
At this, most everyone seemed reassured and went back to sleep.
I was tempted to either grab some sleep myself, or go back and
find Jack or....dammmit I didn't even get her name. And I had
no idea which way she had gone when she left me. I sure as hell
didn't think I could walk the train in the pitch black and find
her unless I felt the pussy of every woman on the train to determine
humidity.
While I pondered this possibility, smiling to myself outside the
bathroom door, a figure pushed passed me, in the dark. I caught
a brief whiff of perfume and felt her brush against me as she
opened the bathroom door and slipped inside, shutting the door
behind her. I was about to set off to find the bar car when the
conductor came back into the carriage.
'Folks, I have some news, ' he said in that 'official' tone of
voice that all government employees are trained to have for telling
people bad news. The train has lost all electrical power, and
the backup generator has failed. We're perfectly safe but it would
be dangerous to continue without lights, so we're just going to
sit it out here until daybreak. We apologize to you all for the
inconvenience.....blah, blah, blah,.....'
'Well isn't that just fucking great ' I thought to myself. 'I'd
better get to the bar and stock up on food and drink'.
Just then the door behind me opened, and the figure came back
out, I turned to move out of the way, when she stopped in front
of me and said, 'Well, are you coming in or not???' As she spoke
she slid her hands down my shirt front and over my bulge. Then
back up to my belt, and without giving me a chance to reply, tugged
me after her into the pitch black little room and closed and locked
the door. The room reeked of sex.
She spoke again. 'When I saw that woman follow you in here, I
got so hot, imagining what you were doing together, I almost kicked
the door in to get in and join you. Here.....' she took my hand
in the dark, and placed it up under her dress and jammed it onto
the hottest pussy I have ever felt. As soon as I touched her,
she shuddered and began to claw my shirt front, raking her nails
across my nipples.
I slipped two fingers inside her soaked panties and deep into
her cunt.
'Well', I thought, 'maybe this time.....'
CHAPTER THREE
IF THIS IS LOVE....CAN I GET MY MONEY BACK
This mystery woman was by far the wildest of the three, and as
soon as I moved even one of my fingers inside her, she turned
into a regular dervish, trying to climb up my arm with nothing
but pure pussy strength. Suddenly she let out a scream that I
thought would deafen me. 'For god's sake man, FUCK ME', She
screamed. 'Take me, right fuckin' now'
I grabbed her dress and hiked it over her waist, caught hold of
a fistful of the front of her panties and just tore them right
of her body. This made her scream again .
She was grabbing at my cock,, trying to rip it out of my pants
though my closed zipper, and yelling and moaning and screaming.
What made the whole situation even more surreal was that I still
hadn't caught so much as a glimpse of this woman's face, and had
no image at all to put with this loud sex frenzy.
I finally got my fly open and my cock into this woman's hands
and that only drove her crazier. I was about to go on the ride
of my life and grabbed both breasts at once through the material
of her dress. As I did so, she let out one final blood curdling
wail and as it died away in my ears and I had her bent over the
sink with a pulsing wet pussy poised over the head of my cock,
we both heard the banging on the door.
It was the conductor, and in that same over officious voice he
said, loudly, 'Are you O.K. in there Madam??'
After a second, she managed to reply, 'Yeah, I'm all right now,
Thanks'
'Glad to hear it miss, I'll be right outside the door if you need
me'.
She let me go, and straightened up from the sink. 'Shit, ' she
hissed, I better get out there. Let's try and do this later....it
appears we'll be here for the night at least'.
'O.K., ' I said, and she brushed past me and opened the door.
Just in time I remembered to look up as the conductor shone his
flashlight towards her, and I caught a nanosecond peek at her
face. She was pretty and then she was gone. I thought I could
probably recognize her again, or at least pretty sure.
While I listened through the door, hoping the conductor didn't
have to go to the john, she figured out the same problem and asked
him if he would walk her to her seat. I heard them move off in
the darkness towards the back of the train, and locking the door,
I sat down on the toilet to gather my thoughts.
In the space of about ninety minutes I'd been almost blown, almost
fucked and suddenly left by a woman who's name I knew, but wasn't
allowed to speak to; a woman who I had seen but didn't know the
name of, and a third who I hadn't even seen.
And I still hadn't gotten off.
I figured I'd better get out of there and leave the door ajar
to air the tiny space out, before the conductor came back.
I headed towards the back of the train where the bar car was.
It seemed to take for ever, but I finally found it, softly lit
with some candles and another Amtrak flashlight. I ordered a beer
and looked around for a familiar face while I drank it down. There
wasn't any, just a couple in the corner moaning about how their
lives just couldn't take this kind of schedule upheaval.
I got me another beer and continued on through the train, thinking
maybe eventually I'd get to that little balcony on the caboose
that I always see on the movies, and me and my beer would stand
out there in the warm Texas night and look at the stars and think
over the events of the evening.
Almost to the very back of the train I came into a car with a
little moonlight in it, enough to make out a single person in
the whole car. As I lurched along the train to the back, the moonlight
caught her face. She had her eyes closed as though asleep, but
I knew that she wasn't .....she was just worn out from screaming
in my ear a few minutes ago.
She was prettier than I remembered but the face looked familiar
enough and the dress looked to be creased enough to fit the facts.
I slid into the seat next to her.'So there you are. I'm glad you
made it back safely....Now, where were we???'
I dropped my hand onto her knee and she snuggled up towards me,
putting her arm around my waist and moving her leg in such a way
as to pull my hand further up her leg, under the dress. Her head
was on my shoulder and so I simply took my other hand and started
playing with her nipples through the dress fabric. 'Remember me,'
I said, 'I was just here,' and as I said it. I moved my hand all
the way up her dress to the heat of her inner thighs. She had
put her panties back on, or probably gotten a fresh pair since
I was sure there wasn't this much left of the old pair.
She snuggled closer, dropping her hand into my lap and spreading
her legs a little wider. My hand continued to tickle upwards,
finally wiping across the crotch of her soaked underwear. She
snuggled some more, and moaned low and soft.
'At least she's learned to keep the noise down a bit.' I thought
to myself. I pulled my hand away, and stood up to look in the
overhead rack for a blanket. I was hell bound for leather to not
be interrupted again, and some cover was just what was needed.
Even though I was able to confirm that we were alone in the compartment,
and the next one too, if I remembered right, I was determined
to take every precaution to achieve at least penetration and orgasm.
O.K. so it might not be the best either of us ever had but, at
least we were gonna get some...I had my heart and other organs
set on it.
I found a blanket and stood there for a moment, looking down at
her. Her breasts were standing straight out like Jell-O molds
with large nipples pointing straight out. She may have decided
to nap, or at least fake it, but her body had clearly not calmed
down yet.
I unzipped myself and took my reluctant cock back out. It seemed
to be saying to me. 'yeah right, what's gonna happen this time????'
I smiled at the thought of what my cock would be saying right
now if it could talk, and sat back down next to.....well there's
another one I didn't get a name for.
I covered us both with the blanket and, as she snuggled up again,
I took her hand and placed it around my wakening dick.
She squirmed a little and started to stroke me gently. I turned
under the blanket and resumed nipple teasing 101.
Because she was facing me I was able to find and disarm the dress
zipper fairly easily and then peeled the shoulders down over her
upper arms, to the top of the swell of her breasts.
At last, I spotted bra straps....not that I love bra straps or
anything, I was just beginning to doubt that women bought and
wore them any more.
She pulled up her elbows without letting go of my cock until the
last possible second, and allowed me to draw the dress down and
off her upper body.
It was a truly beautiful bra, lots of lace, uplifting and full.
It had a front clasp, (my favorite kind) and I wasted no time
in undoing it. Her breast leapt forward into my hand, as soon
as the restraint went away and her nipples felt huge against my
palms. I leaned her back in the seat and took each nipple into
my mouth in turn, nibbling and licking and flicking with the tight
stiff tongue that is so perfect for this very task. She raised
her hands over her head and gave her bosom to my mouth. I appreciated
the gift and showed it, as each breast filled and heaved in the
moonlight.
Her thighs were wide open once again and her hands dropped down
and, quickly raising her hips, she slid the dress completely off
onto the floor. The panties were white, lacy and soaked. As soon
as I touched the crotch I knew that this woman had already climaxed
a couple of times, probably while screaming in my ear in the small
echoey bathroom.
Her hands followed mine to the waist band and then surged ahead,
until - by the time I was inside her panties, she had a half hand
inside her pussy, almost to the wrist. She started to writhe as
I forced two fingers to squeeze inside next to her three and we
both started frigging her quim together but at different speeds.
Her other hand found and started squeezing my cock again and this
time I knew for sure that I wasn't going to last long and who
could blame me, after the evenings events.
I grabbed her around the waist and somehow managed to lift her
straight up in the air, strip off her panties and set her straight
down on my lap, where every inch of cock that I had immediately
buried itself deep inside her, right next to her own fingers.
She reached back through her legs and began playing with my balls,
I reached around and grabbed a tit in each hand, and pulled sharply
at each nipple. I felt her pussy spasm and grab me hard, I felt
her fingers leave her pussy which gave me more room to maneuver,
and I kept raising and lowering her onto my straining stiffness,
feeling her clitty just ride over and back of the ridge under
the head of my cock.
Her passion rose and swelled, and I could see her begin to bite
her lip in the gloom of the train car.
I knew this was a good sign, and with one sudden full length stroke
we both came at the same time. I sat, with this strange woman
on my lap, pumping and pumping into her until I thought I'd never
be able to stop, and she sat on my lap and gushered, several heavy
downpours flooded her and me and the seat and most of the fair
state of Texas for all I could tell.
As we both fell motionless, her head fell back on my shoulder
and she opened her eyes.
'Thank you, kind sir, ' she said, 'thank you very much, it was
just what I needed'.
I kissed the nape of her neck and started to get hard all over
again. Because I was still inside her when that happened, she
started clasping and clutching with pussy muscles that she probably
hadn't used since high school. I closed my eyes as she rocked
back and forth and raised and lowered her hips. I guess she closed
hers as well and that's probably exactly why neither of us saw
the person that suddenly asked me
'What do you think you're doing with my friend???'
It was a woman's voice and a familiar one....it had been screaming
at me not too long ago, I realized that now as I opened one eye
and saw her standing in the aisle, arms crossed and stiff, but
at the same time her chest was heaving as she watched my cock
sliding in and out of this squelching pussy just a few inches
from her.
'And you, Jenny, I thought you were asleep???'
My partner kept her eyes closed and said softly, 'I was asleep,
Camille, I just thought this was worth waking up for...and I was
sooooooo right'.
Camille kept on staring as my cock kept stroking those inner walls.
I figured I had nothing to lose at this point and so I reached
my hand out and took hers and placed it at our joining. She grasped
my balls in her hand and must have also given Jenny's clit a touch
or two at the same time because the bucking started again.
In fondling my testes, Camille now presented a very pretty picture.
She was half bent over me, her dress riding up in back, and her
legs wide for balance from the bucking hurricane that was by now
saturating all three of us. I grabbed Camille by the back of her
thigh, and, turning her towards me, drove my fingers straight
up into her pussy....I knew there was no panties there. The suddenness
of my assault made her gasp, and let go of my balls.
Jenny, looked over, at the sound of the gasp, and said quickly,
'Jesus, quick....put your cock in her mouth. This woman will wake
the dead if she starts coming', she raised off my cock, squeezed
past Camille into the aisle and said, 'Go ahead Honey, It's hard
and it tastes like pussy....just the way you like 'em. '
Camille grabbed me with both hands and put her whole mouth, most
of her throat, part of each lung and her entire insides around
my cock...or at least that's the way it seemed. I felt as though
I had grown three more inches and gotten much thicker. This girl
could go and get it and then bring it back. It was a phenomenal
sense of just completely disappearing inside someone and for a
second I wondered if I would ever see my poor cock again.
But it felt like nothing on earth....and she must have enjoyed
it too because her tight little butt started shaking and waggling
right next to my arm. But I couldn't reach around her to get to
it, and I was sort of consumed with my own situation at the moment.
In the darkness behind Camille, I saw Jenny, buck naked in the
aisle of a stopped railroad car and she took Camille's dress and
stuck both her hands up underneath the material. I could only
imagine what those fingers were doing to this engorged pussy but
I know my blowjob went into sudden overdrive.
Jenny dropped to her knees behind Camille and raised her dress
over her hips. I could see, between Camille's thighs, not two
feet from my face, Jenny's tongue darting out to lick and suck
on the feast before both of us. I reached over and held Camille's
pussy lips wide with my fingers and felt her screaming but it
wasn't too loud with her mouthful as it was.
Jenny found the clit, thrusting backward into her mouth, and started
chewing on it. Camille reached up and tore at her own tits and
nipples, all the while screaming into my cock. Jenny had both
hands between her own legs since none were necessary to hold Camille's
pussy in place. I watched her tongue tease Camille and watched
her fingers touch and stroke her own pussy and I watched my own
cock keep disappearing into the face that was superglued to my
loins and....and well, dammit all, I blasted a climax deep into
Camille's throat. It was so strong that I was sure Jenny could
taste it as well, even from her unique vantage point. My climax
seemed to trigger everyone else's.
I saw Camille flood out over Jenny's face and I watched Jenny
soak her own hands...I could see the juice run out from between
her fingers and over her thighs.
In an hour or two, (or so it seemed), Jenny slumped back onto
the seat across the way, her arms above her head and her legs
spread wide into the aisle. Camille pulled her mouth from me and
swallowed long and deep. Her dress fell back down, making her
the only decent one among us. She turned to see Jenny laying back
exhausted and dove headlong for her pussy. Jenny sat bolt upright,
grabbed two handfuls of Camille's hair and hung on. I was presented
with this sight as well as Camille's ass just inches from my face.
I stood up and grabbed her cheeks with both hands and squeezed
hard. This seemed to set up another chain reaction. Camille stuck
her ass up in the air, Jenny bit her lip again and rubbed Camille's
head between her breasts. Not to be left behind I wrenched the
dress way over Camille's hips and spotted her engorged pussy lips,
between her thighs. I grabbed my surprisingly re-erected cock
and aimed it straight for the dark stripe between her thatch of
blonde pussy hair.
As I drove forward, into my first real fuck of the night, the
train lights suddenly all came on, and it started to move, sending
both Camille and I to the floor.
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