Flashback: Cousins, Part 5
by Mistress Diana
February 1992: New York City
I hadn't seen Robert since
November and I ached for him. He did call me
a few times when he was able to get away and tell me what was going on. Job hunting wasn't going well. Pamela had tight reins on him now with the baby
and he just couldn't get away. It made me
depressed, but I had to deal with it.
Christmas came and went. I went home to Virginia, but he didn't. Instead his mother came to New York and they
celebrated Christmas there.
The cold weather arrived and I
went into a funk. I went out on a few dates,
but I just wasn't into it. I yearned for
Robert like never before.
Then something great happened
- a few days before Valentine's Day, a package was waiting for me at my apartment. It was box wrapped in shiny red paper and a huge
red bow. I quickly brought it in my
apartment and tore off the paper.
When I opened the box, I
smiled at the contents. Only one person would
send me something like this. Inside was some
of the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen and it was all red.
There was a pair of sheer red panties that would barely cover my mound and
didn't cover any of my ass; a red garter belt with sheer black stockings and a red pushup
bra. My body turned to jelly as I looked at
it all. That could only mean one thing - we
was coming to see me. But when?
Then I noticed the note. It said that he had to go to Boston for a job
interview this weekend. He was taking the
train and he wanted me to go along. Along
with the note was a ticket. He wanted me to
wear this under my clothes, but the only catch was that we couldn't be seen together. We could ride in the same car, but not sit
together as he was afraid of being seen. But
once we were Boston, we were free.
I smiled and was thrilled. I would cancel all appointments on Friday and
spend the day at the spa. We would take the
evening train.
So I found myself at Penn
Station on Friday evening wrapped in a long coat. Underneath
were a short leather skirt and a black cashmere sweater.
And under that was another story. I
looked around for him at the station and spotted him near the newsstand. He winked at me and went back to his paper. A shiver went through my body.
It seemed like forever before
the train came. Relieved, I boarded and took
a seat by myself. I saw Robert settle into a
seat at the other end of the car. I took my
coat off and arranged myself with a book and tried to read.
It didn't go so good and I
wondered how I would be able to last the four or so hours to Boston. So far he hadn't made a move to come see me and I
wasn't sure if I should. So I waited
patiently.
After about an hour he got up
and walked past me. He didn't look at me, but
a piece of paper fell into my lap. I opened
it and it said: bathroom.
I knew exactly what he had in
mind and my body trembled in excitement. I
was close to the end of the car, so I heard him go into the single bathroom there. I waited about 3 minutes and then went over to the
door. It was unlocked and I slipped inside. I doubt anyone noticed but by then I didn't care.
He was waiting for me and I
flung myself into his arms and kissed him passionately.
The bathrooms on trains are a little bigger than the ones on planes and
there was plenty of room for us. We kissed
long and hard and I felt myself melting into his arms.
I didn't want anyone else - I wanted him and only him.
He broke the kiss and looked
at me.
"God, you're so
incredibly sexy, cuz. Don't ever
change," he said huskily.
I laughed.
"I trust you are wearing
what I sent you?" he asked.
"Oh yes," I giggled.
"Good, let me see
it."
I smiled and pulled the
sweater over my head and hung it on the door. He
whistled as he saw my breasts come into view. The
bra pushed them up obscenely and gave me huge cleavage.
I could tell he liked it as I noticed a slight bulge in his pants.
"Now the skirt."
I reached back and unzipped my
skirt. We were only inches away from each
other, but he wouldn't touch me - yet. I let
it drop and he licked his lips when he saw my pussy through the sheer panties. I turned around and showed him my practically bare
ass.
"Wow...I have good taste,
huh?"
I laughed and turned back
around to him. He looked at me and there was
a bit of mischief in his eye. I wondered what
was up (besides him).
"I have a surprise for
you," he said. "But I need to step
out for a minute. Don't move."
"Oh, I won't," I
said laughing. "Just hurry back."
"I will. Lock the door and I'll knock quietly when I come
back."
He left and I stood there
feeling very sexy and very, very horny. I
admired myself in the mirror and primped my hair. I
added more lipstick.
The minutes ticked by and I
got a little impatient. I almost wanted to
get dressed and find him, but I figured he'd be angry.
I just thought it better be a good surprise.
Maybe he was going to get us some coke - for old times sake. My mind delighted at this idea.
Finally there was knock and I
opened the door.
"It's about-"
I stopped suddenly when I
realized it wasn't Robert. Another man
stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. He
was smiling at me.
I tried to cover myself up.
"I...uh...this-"
"Oh no, this is the right
bathroom," he said. "Your man told
me to come in here. He said there was a sexy
young slut in here needing some attention."
My mouth opened in shock. So that was the surprise, I thought. I looked at the guy. He was around forty with long hair pulled back
into a pony tail. He was dressed sharply like
a businessman and he was fairly handsome with dark features. His eyes were roaming all over my body and he
reached out to touch my breast.
At first I wanted to shy away,
but I knew that this was part of Robert's game. I
had to go along.
"You have lovely
breasts," he said as he squeezed one. "Why
don't you take off that bra?"
I reached back and unhooked it
and placed it on the sink. He grasped each
one in his hands and squeezed roughly. It was
just what I wanted and I moaned softly.
"Like that?"
"Yesssss"
He pinched my nipples and
pulled them towards him. I gasped and he
smiled.
"You like it rough, don't
you?"
"Yes."
He bent his head and took one
nipple into my mouth and bit it hard. He
anticipated my scream and placed his hand over my mouth.
I had forgotten where we were. He
bit the other one and again his hand muffled my screams.
But they were screams of passion, believe me.
I was becoming so turned on by this.
"Take off those panties
and the garter, but leave the stockings and the heels on," he said when he was done
with my breasts.
I did as he asked and stood
before him trembling. My nipples were rock
hard and throbbed from the abuse. My pussy
was tingling and I could tell I was very wet.
"Get up on that sink and
spread those long legs of yours," he said roughly.
I hopped up on the sink and
spread my legs for him. This was so
exciting, I could barely contain myself. He
was a tall guy and he had to get on his knees to face my pussy. He touched my glistening lips with his finger.
"Wet already, aren't
you?"
I nodded.
"Well, I'm gonna lick
this beautiful pussy of yours anyways. But I
don't want you screaming out, ok?
"Yes."
"Good."
He pushed his face into my
mound and began to blow lightly across my slit. A
deep groan came from my throat, but I didn't cry out.
Next, he pulled apart my lips and ran his tongue along them. I shivered. He
did that for away and took long licks from my asshole to my clit and back again. I trembled all over. Then he finally found my clit when he sucked it
into his mouth I cried out - unable to help myself.
He stopped and pulled away. I stood there looking down at him, breasts
heaving.
"That won't do," he
said with a frown. "But I can take care
of that."
I watched as he got my panties
and balled them up.
"Open wide," he
said.
My mouth gaped open and he
stuffed it inside me. I was shocked but
strangely excited.
"Ok, that should do
it," he said as he went back to work.
For the next little while he
ate my pussy. He was incredible. Several times I came close to cumming, but he
would stop for a little while before doing it again and run his hands all over my smooth
legs. Over and over he did this, driving me
crazy. His tongue and his fingers were
fucking me in ways I didn't think possible. It
was amazing. But at last he wanted me to cum.
He drove his fingers into me
hard and fucked me while his tongue nipped my clit. Each
time he bit it my body would spasm. I leaned
against the mirror and roughly grabbed my tits - pulling and twisting my nipples. I was going to cum this time, I could feel it. And he felt it too.
He kept up the pace and suddenly I exploded.
My whole body tensed and I wailed and moaned behind my gag. My orgasm lasted forever and when I was done, I
was completely spent. I sat there, legs open
and gasped.
He stood up and wiped the cum from
his face.
"I love to eat
pussy," he said.
I regarded him with half open
eyes. He took the panties from my mouth and
grabbed my bra and put them into his coat.
"Well I must be off. That was very enjoyable."
And with that he let himself
out.
I eventually came to my senses
and took in what had just happened. I
couldn't believe Robert did that, but I wasn't going to complain. What had just happened was incredible.
I got off the sink, cleaned
myself up and was suddenly aware of the fact that I had no underwear. I had to get dressed without it. Wearing no panties was ok, I had done it before. But I always wore a bra. My tits were big and bouncy and would be extremely
noticeable. My nipples were still hard and
sensitive and would be poking out. I silently
cursed Robert and let myself out.
By now it was dark outside. I wondered vaguely how long I was in there. Most people had gone to dinner and my stomach
growled thinking about that, but I was afraid to go to the dining car dressed as I was. So instead, I found my seat and got ready to sit
down.
Robert was there waiting. There were no lights on above us and it was pretty
dark, but there he was. I sat down next to
him and leaned over to kiss him.
"Did you enjoy yourself,
my pretty little slut?" he whispered.
"Oh yes, but-"
"But what?"
"He took my
underwear!"
He chuckled. "Well, I had to give him something for his
efforts."
I didn't find that amusing,
but I wasn't going to complain. I was still
feeling dizzy from that orgasm.
He turned to me and began to
caress my breasts through the sweater.
"Mmmmm...very nice. You should go bra-less more often."
"Ha, ha. Very funny."
He didn't stop, though. Then he leaned over and began to nibble on my
neck.
"Is your cunt still
wet?" he asked.
"Um, a little, I
guess."
"Spread your legs a
little," he murmured into my hair.
I opened them for him and his
hand snaked up under my skirt until he found my naked mound. He pushed a finger between my lips and found that
it was still very wet indeed. He slowly
withdrew his finger and brought it to his mouth where he sucked my juices from it.
"Oh yes, very wet. Turn and face me."
I swiveled around in my seat
and faced him. I felt a shiver of
anticipation and I loved when he told me what to do.
"Push your sweater up. I want to see those tits."
I looked around quickly. The car was pretty empty. I pushed my sweater up and over my breasts and
shuddered as they were suddenly exposed to him.
"Play with them," he
said in a hoarse voice.
I shut my eyes and began to
pull and pinch my sensitive nipples. They
still hurt a bit from the rough treatment earlier and within seconds they were rock hard.
My eyes fluttered open as I heard him slide his zipper down. I looked at him in the darkness and although I
couldn't really see his face, I knew what he wanted me to do. I leaned over him and he pushed my face into his
lap. His cock was still soft and I eagerly
stuffed it into my mouth and began to suck it. He
was extremely quiet, not wanting to draw attention to us, but his breathing got heavy.
When at least he reached full
hardness, I ran my lips up and down his shaft. He
clutched my head tighter and forced me down on him. I
gagged as his cock filled my mouth and pushed against my throat, but I never stopped. I wanted his cum very badly. I began to move my head up and down while stroking
his balls. When I did this, he took a deep
breath and let it out slowly. I could tell he
was trying to hold back, but I wasn't going to let him.
I needed some payback for the underwear.
He reached across my back and
pulled up my skirt. I felt the cool air touch
my bare ass. When I tried to pull it back
down, he batted my hand away.
"You can fix yourself
after you make me cum," he said.
I increased my strokes and
finally got him right to the edge. I felt his
balls tighten in my hands and his hips lifted up and with that he came in my mouth. He let out a short gasp and my mouth flooded with
his cum. I sucked every drop out of him and
swallowed it all. As soon as he finished I
pulled away, fixed my skirt and sweater and stood up.
He sat there gasping.
"Where are you
going?" he asked.
"I need a drink." Although he couldn't tell, I was smiling.
I came back a few minutes
later with two soft drinks for us. My face
was deeply flushed from the looks I got from the men that noticed my bouncing breasts
under my sweater. It was somewhat
embarrassing, but I was really thirsty. I
didn't see my friend from earlier and was glad. I
couldn't take that.
By the time we were in Rhode
Island, I was asleep. My head was resting
against Robert's shoulder and I felt safe and happy with him. I hadn't considered the fact that if he got the
job in Boston, he would be leaving New York. I
was still in bliss knowing he was mine for the weekend.
I slept all the way into
Boston and as we pulled into South Station, he gently woke me up. I yawned and stretched and he kissed me very
tenderly. My heart flooded with love for him
and I told him how much I loved him. He
smiled at me and whispered that he loved me too. At that moment I could have believed that
we were together forever and there were no wives and babies and family to know about us. Once again I was safe in another city.
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