'Strangers' on a Train.
They had arranged to meet in a bar, at the station before going away together. They both felt it was somewhat of a big step for them, having only been on 3 or 4 'Dates' leading up to this. Calling them dates was bending the truth somewhat also. "Discreet encounters" was the official term he used for their unique relationship.
He walked into the bar, their arranged meeting place "The Engine Room" a modern take on the traditional English pub, that seemed to appear in Railway stations and airports these days. Being an Englishman, he obviously preferred the real pubs that these establishments were based on, but they were acceptable for the location. He was dressed well, a smart grey shirt, dark blue (almost Black) overcoat, and black jeans, ever so slightly too tight for him, well fitted, showed off his assets rather well he felt.
He scanned the room. A few elderly gentlemen with their pints of bitter the odd 'odd couple' having cups of tea. "How quaint" He thought to himself. No sign of her yet. He ordered; Jack and Coke for him, a Vodka and Cranberry juice for her, the closest thing to a cosmopolitan that they did here.
He sat with the two drinks and waited, patiently, but with great anticipation.
The door opened several times and his glance leaped to see if it was her, eventually, she entered.
She was a beautiful woman, with a sense of natural sexuality surrounding her. His eyes followed her as she walked in, studying the body he had come to desire so much.
She wore a black top, cut rather low, with a red detail outlining the bust, a black skirt and dark tights, or were they stockings, he couldn't tell, a pair of black leather heels, topped the outfit off. She was his woman in black, beautiful, sexy, she reminded him of a 1950's pin-up. Her mousy blonde hair hung by her shoulders, dirty blonde as her liked to call it "Dirty blonde hair for a dirty blonde girl" he used to say.
Her expression turned to one of happiness when their eyes met, her eyelashes fluttered excitedly under her glasses. Not so '50's pinup, but he liked them on her.
He stood to greet her, they embraced, a kiss on the cheek that could have gone on much longer if she had her way, he ran his hand down her back in a gentle, sensual caress.
They sat together in a comfortable silence for a moment, smiling, gazing, undressing one-another with their eyes. The small talk began
"So" he said with a casual demeanor "Welcome to London"
She laughed, as she was very much 'out of town'
"How's your journey been so fa..." She cut him off before he could finish the question.
"So tell me about this town where we're staying?" she interrupted.
"Well... I grew up there, so I know it rather well" He said "We'll have plenty of privacy there, so don't worry"
"Why would I worry?" she replied, sipping her drink.
The silence that followed felt less comfortable and more one of a sexual tension, he couldn't help but follow her finger, that was casualy stroking her neck, down to her beautiful cleavage. His eyes darted back up to her's after he felt that he had been staring a little too long.
"It's ok to look" she said teasingly.
"Well!" He said decisively "Here's to our weekend!" He offered his glass up in a toast
"Dirty weekend!" she said, correcting him, they laughed together, and finished their drinks.
They sat beside one another in a relatively empty train. His hand resting on her thigh. It was late in the day, they were due to arrive at approximately 7 in the evening, and she had had a long journey already today, she felt like she was drifting off, it was comforting to feel his hand on her leg, he caressed it gently, almost subconsciously. She snapped awake after feeling her head droop
"I think I need a coffee" She said almost yawning her words.
He got up and walked to the refreshment bar.
Upon his return, she had perked up already, sat up straight, he sat in the seat opposite her, they drank their coffee and talked about the passing scenery, his eyes got lost in the beauty of her lips as she was describing how much she enjoyed seeing the country side. He leant forward and kissed her hard on the lips, caught her by surprise somewhat, she wrapped her free arm around his shoulders and pulled him in closer. The kiss lasted as long as she had wished the their first kiss of the day had, finally paying off. And he didn't stop there. He ran his hands through her hair as his kiss continued, her moved his mouth down her cheek towards her neck, he knew she had a soft spot on her neck for kisses. He continued to kiss her neck, she sighed gently with relief, nearly dropping her coffee. He held her head close to his a kissed her once again hard on the lips, before letting her go, they sat inches away, face to face, breathless after his kiss. He leant forward again, she was expecting more kisses to her neck, but she instead received a gentle whisper.
"I want you" he panted, almost silently in her ear
"I want you too" she whispered back.
"Now!" He said harsher in tone.
Her mind wondered, she looked around her. They seemed alone, but here? now? She looked down, he could see a shape developing in his jeans, growing as they teased one another with each breath. She glanced to her left and saw that the bathroom was vacant. Her thoughts excited her but she didn't let it show, she remained cool, sexy and most importantly in control, as she knew that's what he liked from her.
She stood up, gently let go of his hand that had caressed her so sensually. He watched her body as she walked away, a delightful little sway in her buttocks, his eyes couldn't help follow her. She turned her head back to him and beckoned him to follow. He was naturally as quick as a flash to do so.
The door slammed shut with a hard thud! Their bodies entangled against it, kissing passionately, tugging and pulling at each other's clothes. He again started to kiss her neck, but this time moving his lusting lips lower, towards her heaving bosom, he held a tight grip on her top and pulled it over her head and flung it to the ground, revealing her spectacular breasts, both desperately attempting escape from a gorgeous purple lace bra. He held each breast in his hands, taking turns to make love to them both with his mouth, he kissed and gently nibbled one, before moving onto the next, squeezing it enthusiastically and trying to grip her bra strap between his teeth.
She was loving this wild beast of a man, ravaging her bouncing bounty. She reached round her back and pulled her bra clasp open, with her bra falling to the floor, her two beautiful tits popped out, ready to received the lips of her very special lover.
He moved forward, taking one of her freshly exposed nipples in between his teeth, sucking hard on it and flicking it rapidly with his tongue. She began to hum out loud with pleasure, her hands slowly massaged his head as he was dedicating himself to her amazing breasts. His wandering hands began to explore the lower regions of her beautifully curvaceous posterior, he felt the outline of her underwear through the material of her skirt. Blinded willfully by her bosom, he felt for the zip of her skirt, finding it, he unzipped and unveiled.
Her skirt fell down round her ankles. She stepped out of them, heels, stockings and french cut purple lace panties in all their glory. He pulled back, taking in the view, then, without saying anything, she dropped to her knee's and in one sleek, seductive maneuver, removed his tight black jeans, peeling them slowly down around his ankles. He stood there with his projecting member barely contained within his equally tight black underwear. She teased him briefly, staring and his hard manhood, she licked up the outline of his shaft through the material of his underwear, the action made him shudder with pure joy.
Then, almost forcefully, she pulled them down. His hard cock sprung out of it's confinement and presented itself, in it's full glory. She remained for a moment longer on her knees, almost salivating at the sight of it, before moving in to feast...
She lifted his erect shaft up, sticking her tongue out she licked him from his balls, up his shaft towards the tip of his delicious cock. She repeated this motion a couple of times, switching which ball she started from, when she thought she had teased him enough, she took his whole cock in her mouth and started to give him big, thick sucks. He moaned with delight, his hands stroking her hair as she sucked him off. She gave particularly good blowjobs, he thought to himself, some of the best he'd ever had. She sucked, she used her tongue, she massaged his balls. The whole combination was quite breathtaking.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth, taking a breather, but still slowly wanking his cock.
"Hmm, good girl" he moaned "Suck my balls" he ordered.
"Yes sir" She thought to herself, imagining he was a strict teacher and her a naughty schoolgirl.
She angled his cock upwards, taking one of his balls in her mouth, began to suck on it while still stocking his throbbing member. He squirmed with enjoyment the most when she gently licked them.
He gripped her hair tightly
"Take it in deep" he said, moving her head back up to his cock. She complied, taking him once again in her mouth, deeper and deeper, she felt close to gagging just at the moment he released her.
Suddenly, she'd had enough of taking orders, she stood up and pushed him down onto the seat, she pulled down her panties, wiggling slightly to get them off. Climbing over him, she straddles and lowers herself onto his inviting cock.
Slowly but surely they grind together, their bodies melting as one. It was sensual and slow, they felt one another's bodily warmth as their sweat started to mix together, they forgot entirely about the outside world, aside from the bumpy railway if anything adding vibrations to their experience. They kissed passionately as their bodies moved in unison, arms wrapped around one another, as they broke away from the kiss she bit his bottom lip, an act that turned him on even more. She felt him grow even thicker inside of her, the rest was a blur to him. It was like a bull seeing red, he suddenly took the leader despite her being on top, held on to her tight he began to thrust wildly upwards, she started to sweetly cry out loud, her legs, straddling him were trembling, her cries became louder moans of pleasure
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! OH YEAH!" she exhaled with passion. He was breathing heavily, the breaths became loud grunts in time with each harder thrust. The pleasure built up within him as his motion gained speed, she let out one last moan of ecstasy
"YESSS!" as she felt his warm, creamy release fill her up inside. His thrusts slowed down to a gentle, gradual, stop.
Then there was silence. Their bodies remained locked together for a moment, both of them out of breath, they kissed once more.
"A whole weekend together" she thought to herself... "And that was just the beginning"
....To Be Continued