On a Train,

    It was the end of summer as the cool crisp air was slowly taking place of the heavy moist syrup that she had been trying to breath which gave her chills of anticipation and expectations of a freshness, a new look at what had been a lengthy and difficult season as it passed into memories. His request that she join him on a journey to an out of the way region in the mountains had been something she had yearned for and when it came, though she tried not to overreact with glee, she simply said “yes, I’d love too.” 

He was a seasoned gentleman nearly twice her age yet there was a kindred spirit between them that was undeniable. An unquestioned respect and mutual admiration and trust for their wit and passion filled exchanges which made her nights warm and dreams wanton.
So often she had imagined his touch that the thought of being with him on this sojourn erased her memories of others and she was absorbed by the thoughts that ran through her of his strong hands and the weight of them on her pale and supple flesh.

The station was full of travelers that morning and the sounds and colors of the luggage and the voices all around her, bidding good bye and shrieks of long overdue arrivals and the steam being released from the undercarriage of the Pullman cars, were like a carnival of sensate clowns teasing her and wetting her appetite for the ride and her heart pounded in her chest when she saw him on the platform. She waved and began to hurry her step yet not run for her already blushed cheeks and wide smile were enough to give away her utter exhilaration of the prospect that awaited her.

They exchanged pleasantries and upon seeing the luggage stowed successfully away, they approached the entrance to their coach and as she stepped up to the metal stair the tip of her boot got caught on the hem of her long flowing dress and she almost stumbled when his hands reached out and took her, one on the arm the other on the small of her back and her leg still raised from the stride settled on the step. His touch was firm and warm and a breeze made its way under her dress and the cool air caressing her inner thighs in contrast to his firm grip made her nipples seize hard and again her cheeks became inflamed with rose as she tried not to gasp at the goose bumps running up her neck and lighting her candle of desire.

They were very fond of each other and so they decided to go directly to the dinning car to catch up with the recent news that had been left over from his last visit and dine and drink wine and the train pulled out of the station almost without her notice except for the motion underfoot of the cars making their side to side settling on the rails and the sounds of the brakes releasing and the conductors alert “All Aboard!”. The wine bottle emptied and she was being as polite as she could be but she imagined them both naked sitting in the seats in front of the other passengers and she pressed her legs together, and again, and she felt the dampness of her crotch building and though she was perfectly satisfied to languish there and pretend, her clit began to throb and she had to take a deep breath to gain her composure.

The waiter brought the check and soon they left the dining car for their stateroom unnoticed it seemed by the others and she giggled inside to think what scene she would have loved to have left them with. The speed of the engine made it a difficult walk back to their compartment as they were jostled left and right against the narrow hallway walls and the open connecting passageways were alive with sounds of the tracks underneath and it was more than she could take. She turned and looked into his eyes and throwing her arms around his neck their lips met and she kissed him open and deep. He was pleased with her aggressiveness and holding her close with one hand thrust his other between her legs through her dress and then pulling away he brought his fingers to his face and sniffed them for a trace of her scent. They arrived at the door of their compartment and were laced around each other and against the door when the conductor walked by and asked “Tickets Please”. He reached into his pocket and surrendered their passage and noticed a small stain on his trouser crotch and he became erect and noticeably struggled to open the lock.

Once inside it was obvious they had left the city as the window offered a vista of the countryside and the golden fields accented her fiery hair and he reached for the pin to unleash the long, crimson locks that draped around her shoulders and they tore at each others clothes to reveal their flesh. She opened his vest as he ravaged her blouse and ripped away at the ties of her corset. His face came to rest on the heaving tops of her breasts kissing her, he moaned. She pushed him away and began slowly removing her dress and let it drop to the floor. Stepping out she reached down and unsnapped her garter belt and falling on the seat she rolled her stockings down her legs and tossed them away.
He could no longer take it and dropped to his knees and came to rest his face on her belly and his lips firm and moist made their way slowly down to the nest of her crotch where his fingers had curled under her panties and drawn them slowly down until his mouth had passed over her mound and his tongue began to explore every nuance and crevasse and fold of her now dripping wet and bitter salty sweet honey.

She ached with pleasure from his kisses and her back arched with electric spasms, then he took her like a rag doll and lifted her to her feet. His frustration at a peak he tore open the corset and tossed it aside and drew her to him her firm ass nestling over his lap. She reached behind her and unzipped his trousers and reaching in grasped his now engorged cock. Her breasts free and open for his caresses, they stood like that for what seemed to be an eternity then he pushed her toward the window. She didn’t resist and as if scripted she removed the locks and the window came down fully into its sheath and the window sill became her hand rail and the open vista of the golden countryside was her theater as his forceful hands pulled her back and she felt the open belt clasp against her and his hand finding the mark as the searing hot shaft of his cork opened her and dug into her plush and velvet slippery tunnel that gushed with satisfaction at his intrusion. His hands reached around her and held her breasts cupped aching for attention. Each driving stroke she met with equal force and then in the distance she heard a long and shrill sound that went by her like a moth past a porch light as all she could feel was the invasion of her body by this massive hot and silken torch. He pressed her closer to the window and her legs began to tremble. Each stroke bringing another quake and then at the bend of her knee an electric wave began to overtake her riding closer and closer up the backs of her legs to the small of her back and her lips began to tighten their grip on this piston that sent wave after wave of fire through her spine until she felt her body light up like a thousand fireflies all pushing her to pass out as the southbound came rushing past the window and silenced her screams of ecstasy as her back seized her eyes became blinded, washed with golden pinpoints as milky warm trails ran down her inner thighs as she collapsed into the waiting cradle of his steady caress.

They both fell over the bench seat and exhausted they melted into each other and as the train meandered down the track they were rocked into a full nap with the rest of the day and night to indulge their main course after this appetizer.