The Man on the Train-by JA Martin
Evan George sat in his train cabin alone, reading his newspaper, and occasionally glancing out the window at the scenery as it passed by. Late in the evening the train runs through the mountain passes from country to country, seemingly without end. Village, mountain, tunnel, mountain, village, repeat. The travelers who prefer this slow and steady form of transportation over flying or driving are the sort that tend to prefer the journey rather than the destination.
After a few hours, he found himself dozing off, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest and leaning his head against the window, the sounds from the train along with the gentle rocking motion lulling him to sleep.
The train whistle woke him up, jarring him from slumber so that his limbs flew akimbo before he pulled himself back together, realizing that he was no longer alone in his cabin.
Before him across the wide aisle sat a rather beautiful young woman, fair of face, ebony hair with bright red lips. Her eyes were a dark smoky hue, and she grinned a little cat grin as she noticed him staring. His eyes raked her form as she crossed her legs. His pulse raced as he realized it was not hose that covered those lovely legs but black silk thigh high stockings. What else might she wear under that austere Navy-Blue coat dress? Those bronze buttons down the front of her dress may be unbuttoned, revealing a heaving bosom of silken flesh.
How though? How could he get close to her without arousing suspicion or making her feel uncomfortable? But now she looked at him, those deep pools of mystery in her eyes and those pursed lips, begged to be kissed.
His arousal started in his belly, a warm line of pleasure that traveled down his body to his groin, tightening his sac below his half-engorged penis and then spreading that warmth back up into his torso and his chest, heating up his shoulders, his neck and his face.
She must know I am having these thoughts about her, this siren who crosses and uncrosses her legs. She must know that the sight of her thigh high stockings drives me mad with the need to caress them, feel the silky softness of her creamy white thighs, feel the heat emanating from her center.
Evan watched as she bit her lip and smiled, a little half-smile tugging at the corners of her soft full lips. She wouldn’t meet his gaze at first, but he felt the tension between them rise, and he stilled himself enough to wait for her to give him a signal. An unmistakable signal that she wanted him, nay that she needed his touch, his passion, what he wanted so badly to give her.
The conductor announced that the next stop would be Lille. The rumble of the train combined with the look in the vixen’s eyes, half mystery half need, convinced Evan that he could cross that distance, such a short distance, only five feet really. The train went through a tunnel and they
were plunged into inky darkness.
Evan crossed to the other seat and sat down beside the vixen, the siren, the focus of his desire, and pulled her into his arms. His mouth captured hers, and the sweet scent of vanilla stirred him, emanating from her hair. She kissed him back with passion, her tongue entwining with his in her
mouth and his, turning their pulses into one throbbing pulse of heat.
But then the tunnel ended, and he broke the kiss. He stayed where he was, on the seat beside her and looked deeply into her smoky eyes. Dark hazel with flecks of gray. She smiled, but did not speak. Her pointer finger swirled in the center of his palm, causing a sharp intake of breath, which broadened her smile.
His finger swirled a lighter path on her wrist, the lightest touch, with the tip of his finger, up her wrist to her elbow and up her arm to her shoulder, and dragging the tip of one finger along theside of her neck, feeling her pulse increase and the rise of her body’s heat as she sighed, her eyes
darkening.
Again they were plunged into darkness and this time he used his hand to gently spread her thighs, gliding his hand up the inside of one, enjoying the silky texture of the stockings on her firm flesh, and then traveled up the inside of one thigh, to her sex.
Her moist crevice was covered by a thin strip of silk, as his fingers danced lightly up and down that thin strip, over her clitoris, her labia, and her creamy center, the lightest touch, the barest caress of his finger on her
nub and she squirmed prettily for him. She moaned softly, and threw back her head, closing her eyes and opening her ruby red mouth.
When they again emerged from darkness, he smiled down at her, his hands smoothing the hair back from her face, feeling the deep ache of need within himself for her. Only for her. Wondering if any other man had done this for her, aroused her in this way, caressing slowly, edging, bringing forth desire as honey from a comb rather than water from a faucet.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, trembling slightly, her smile present but different in that her eyes were now unfocused, glazed, and as she held his hand, her fingers squeezed his. Hencould feel her need building, as he held her, the heat between them palpable as he edged her
slowly towards the peak of desire.
Evan knew he was at least ten to fifteen years older than this glorious Siren of a woman. Her body heat warmed him, aroused him as nothing had done for years, and with no words between them, all he could do was wait impatiently for the next tunnel. The London to Lille run on the
Euro-rail system usually took between ten to twelve hours, but he was hoping for more. There was a long tunnel coming, the Chunnel, and he saw her glance out the window and then sigh, her body tensing, knowing what was coming but not how.
The darkness covered his hands as they splayed over the thin strip of navy-blue fabric between her thighs, the fingers slowly roaming back and forth over the heated outer lips. Little noises erupted from her crimson lips as he teased her. She took his hand finally and slid it inside her panties.
He chuckled, at the high-pitched sounds of desire she emitted. Little squeaks and squeals as his finger-pads made their first contact with her clitoris, the little nub, hard, and swollen, the moist slit open as a flower opens under sunshine. He touched her slowly, gliding his fingertips up and
down her wet slit, and over her outer lips as her creamy thighs quivered pleasingly for him, and opened giving him full access to her body.
Evan stroked her wet slit, softly, slowly, as she squirmed for him, her body gyrating in rhythm with his fingers, as he plunged two of them deep inside her, working her spot, slowly stirring her desire, and making her gasp from the intense pleasure. His body felt ready to erupt but he calmed himself with the knowledge that the hotter he made her, the more likely it would be that she would ravish him. He wanted that, gods how he wanted her to straddle him and take him deep inside her warm wet tunnel. But later. He wasn’t done teasing her yet.
“Ohhhh, oohhh, ohhhhhh” her arm went around his neck, and held on to his shoulder, clawing fiercely as he caressed her outer lips, her inner lips and her clitoris with one hand and continued stirring her inside with his other hand. Her molten core erupted with hot sweet juices as the first wave of orgasm took her, her body rocking back and forth on his lap, her head moving from side to side, her eyes closed her mouth opening and closing. How erotic to see her in this fit of sensual pleasure! How he wanted her, but not yet.
He pulled his hand out of her panties and motioned for her to take them off. Not with his voice, for they had not spoken and only her sounds of desire allowed him to hear her beautiful voice. He smiled and pointed. She stood up and bent over, giving him a glorious view of her cleavage
as she removed her panties and handed them to him, with the delicate thin fabric that had touched her vulva and claimed her juices side up.
Evan felt the warmth of the fabric and held it to his lips. She watched him through cat eyes that seemed to take his measure. He smiled and then started to unbutton her dress, from the top. But the light at the end of the tunnel approached them, within seconds the last of the day’s sunlight
shone in through the solitary window, and she growled.
Evan turned her head to face him and looked into her eyes. Gone was the mysterious siren, and in his arms instead was a woman with a desire that matched his own, hot-blooded, fiery and passionate, her need shone through those dark hazel eyes as he kissed her ruby bee-stung lips,
breathing into her mouth, as she returned his kiss with a fire of her own.
Her hand on the side of his face now, dragging her finger across his stubbled jawline and down across the back of his neck. Evan hissed in pleasure as his manhood now stood out from his body, ripe and swollen, and ready to be consumed.
Her other hand rested on his knee and slid up his pants leg, slowly, so slowly caressing his thigh as he caressed hers, until her hand lay just beneath his engorged member. Her eyes burned into his as her pointer finger lightly rubbed the head of his cock. He took a shaky breath as her finger teased him.
She licked her lips then as her hand moved up to caress his cock through his pants. Evan yearned for her to unzip his pants and touch his naked skin, but he started this game, this teasing game. She used her crimson fingernails to scrape lightly over his bulge, and then her hand, petting his thick shaft through his pants. He hissed in pleasure as her hazel eyes burned. The light in the cabin dimmed, as though on auto-switch, and Evan kissed her passionately, pulling her into the circle of his arms, feeling her lips and tongue surrender to him, her mouth, as she had surrendered her body, as she touched and teased him almost to the point of pain. Yet he
dared not go further until the next tunnel.
Her hand continued its exploration of his body, sliding up his chest through his shirt and pinched his nipple. It was almost too hard to be pleasurable, but the heaviness of his cock combined with the tightness of his ball sack, with her tongue in his mouth increased the heat and tension in his
body. The next tunnel enveloped them in darkness as his hands unbuttoned her dress. His hand on her breast, thumb exerting the barest pressure on her taut pink nipple as her body squirmed, her mouth on his more demanding now. He opened her dress and unclasped her black lacy bra, exposing her breasts in the moonlit glow, his hands caressing her openly now, as she moaned for him, her hand unzipping his pants with little squeals and moans. He slid one hand between her thighs and ran two fingers over the twin outer lips, feeling them swell under his hand, and back up her mound towards her clitoris.
She pulled his swollen cock out of his pants and stroked it, rubbing her thumb over the head, where pre-come leaked out, and bent her head to taste him. He leaned back as she took him in her mouth, exploring him with her lips and her tongue as his hand continued to stroke only her
outer lips, up and down on top of her slit, which he knew was wet, so wet, but he wanted to tease her. Her mouth sucked gently on his soft balls, taking each one of his meaty orbs into her mouth
one at a time, and sucking softly, licking up the center of his sac, bringing a gasp from him.
“Turn over and pull down your pants.” Her voice when it broke the night air was soft, with a slight lilt, which he thought was the most beautiful sound. Evan looked at her to make sure he had heard her right.
“You want me to..”
“Yes, pull down your pants and turn over, on your knees please.” She waited for him to obey, her hazel eyes radiating heat and her mouth, with the lipstick smeared, by his mouth and his cock, drove him wild.
His breathing ragged with desire, Evan pulled down his pants and then turned over on his knees on the floor of the cabin, spreading his legs. She knelt down behind him and motioned for him to kneel up on the seat, with a smack on the ass.
She smacked his ass a few more times until he complied. She ran a hand down his ass cheek and then squeezed both cheeks and then spread them apart, burying her face in his ass, her tongue taking him by surprise. How good it felt. He had never had his ass licked before, and it disturbed him now how much he liked it. He moaned for her, as she sucked on his rectum, alternating sucking and licking his hole as she reached around and stroked his cock. Never had a woman gone so far with him, touched him so
intimately, so sensually. She tongued his anus, plunging her tongue deep into the center of his body and he wanted to howl his pleasure. Like a wild animal, he felt the orgasm building and he had to quell it. He did not want to come all over the seat. He had to cover his mouth to keep from moaning loudly, as she pleasured him with her mouth and her hand at the same time. She slid two fingers into his ass, slowly, deeply, as she caressed him.
God, she made him hot! Evan squirmed and bucked under her mouth, her wonderful red lips which sucked on his ass, as her hand expertly worked his meaty cock. He felt like he was about to come, his balls high and tight to his body and her ministrations bringing him pleasure he had never
felt before. Her tongue and her hand continued to work on his body and then he turned around as she was about to tongue him again.
Evan pulled her up into his lap as he sat down on the seat, with her facing the other seat. His hands rubbed and palmed her tight pink nipples, twirling them, pulling them between his thumb and his forefinger, as she squirmed in his lap, her warm round buttocks on his thighs, gyrating.
One hand then caressed its way down from her breast down her stomach to her mound and caressed her outer lips again and then her lips opened for him and he dipped his fingers into her warm wet sweetness, sliding them in and out of her body as she cried out and bucked on his lap.
Her ass rubbed against his balls as she squirmed for him, his fingers stirring her pussy deep and slow, pressing against that spot, causing her body to spasm, her voice crying out her passion into the night air. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her mouth, so that she could taste her sweetness, her pink tongue darting out and drawing his fingers into her mouth. Evan shifted position slightly as she took hold of his rigid shaft and slid it into her slippery wet opening. She rode him now, fully immersed in her body, his cock in her tight hot tunnel, the walls squeezing him tightly. She moved in a circular gyrating motion but slid up and down on his cock, he could feel the liquid seep from her body as she rode him.
She put her arms around him, her naked breasts with hot tight pink nipples rubbed against his chest as she took her pleasure of him. It was all her movement on his body, with his engorged penis sheathed within her that took him to orgasm. She seemed to know somehow that unbuttoning his shirt and baring his chest would drive him wild, as she flicked and pinched his tiny perfect man nipples. She leaned down and licked them,
each of them as she rode him high and tight, her pussy squeezing his shaft as she rocked back and forth on it. She used both hands to twist his nipples between her thumb and forefinger and then nibbled on one of them.
As soon as he felt her teeth, he let go, a hot burst of seed shot out of his cock and into the core of her body, as he took hold of her hips and felt her ride him, milking every drop of cum from his body. She came then as well, wave after delicious tidal wave of hot feminine juices spewing
from her twat and onto his cock and his balls to drip slowly and hotly down the insides of his thighs.
But if he thought she was done, after they both came, he was wrong. She got up and smiled at him, biting her lip and then shed her dress, putting it on the other seat so as not to get ruined and then knelt before him, taking his member again into her mouth to lick and clean her juices from him.
He threw back his head and hissed with pleasure, it was almost too intense after the orgasm he had had for her to be sucking his cock, licking her nectar from his balls with her rough-edged tongue, and now fingering his ass again, her finger movements slow and deep. He never knew
that a woman would enjoy sliding her fingers into his anus and he never knew he would enjoy it.
It simply never occurred to him, but now, after feeling her tongue there earlier and feeling her fingers there now, he felt his cock rise to hardness again. He stood up now, beckoning to her to get on her knees on the seat, facing the window and he slid his thick cock into her pussy from behind, pulling her long raven black hair. Her big beautiful ass stuck out as his balls slapped against it and he wanted to spank her suddenly. His cock
jumped, throbbed at the thought of spanking her ass, would she like it?
“You’re such a naughty little girl, I want to spank you!” He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, maddened by lust and need his body plunging wildly into hers.
“So, do it!” was her answer.
She wiggled her ass as he plunged his rock-hard cock deep inside of her creamy center. He drew back his right hand and brought it down on her right butt cheek. Hard enough to leave a hand-print, but she moaned and sighed. He rubbed the cheek using his fingers to really massage the sting away as she squirmed and moaned for him. Evan brought his hand down on her other cheek, once twice, and three times and she came again, hard he felt her body shudder around his throbbing member.
He pulled her hair, pulled her up so that she was truly on all fours as he poured himself within her, their bodies slapping together wildly, her body capturing his as his body plundered hers. He motioned to her to turn over. so she lay on her back, with her silken thighs spread, that beautiful
warm wet pussy beckoning to him. His cock slid wetly into her and then he reached down with his thumb and circled her swollen clit with his hand,
Her eyes met his as he touched her, caressed her body, and she surrendered to him, to his hands, his lips and his cock, wanting him to pleasure her, as the motion of the train combined with the
motion of their bodies to bring her again. Her moans and sighs of pleasure as she bucked under him, her legs thrown up over his shoulders, nearly brought him again but he wanted this to last. He wanted to drive her to the edge of madness.
He moved his hand suddenly and ran two fingers lightly over the top of her outer lips up and down the sides, and then caressed the insides of her thighs, over the stockings. He knelt before her, his body in hers and touched her intimately, slowly, his hands caressing her delicately,
edging her again, before sliding one finger up and down the middle of her wet slit, up and down rhythmically, as her thighs squeezed together.
Evan moved both of her outstretched legs to his right shoulder and moved closer to her body, his cock stirring her deeply, the penetration with his angle nearly perfect with the way her body bucked and she squirted him with her juices again and again, moaning and sighing as she threw
her head from side to side and digging her nails into his ass.
Evan finally let himself cum when her hand covered his on her clitoris and she used his hand to stroke her clit violently from side to side, stroking furiously to give herself a clitoral orgasm as he watched his hand being used in this way and he exploded inside her a second time. He set her
legs down on the seat and sat down beside her. She leaned against him and smiled and then leaned over towards him. He kissed her softly on the mouth and smiled back. The train whistle sounded, and the train thundered to a stop.
“This is where I get off, but thank you for making the journey so memorable.” Her voice was butterscotch, husky, fiery and sweet as she dressed and rearranged her hair. She stood up finally and touched her hand to the side of his face before opening the cabin door.
“What about your panties?” Evan asked as she turned to go.
“What panties?” she asked, winking at him and then walked out of the cabin as the door swooshed shut behind her.
He watched her step down off the train and walk away down the sidewalk to disappear from view. Evan held her navy blue silk g-string in his hand and put it to his lips, inhaling her scent, but he knew he would have her scent in his mind for a long time. Before he got off the train, he put the
panties into his pocket and stood up, readjusting his own clothing, and grabbing his newspaper and his briefcase. I shall have to take the train more often, he thought to himself, with a smile.
The end
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