A short story without an ending…
The Friday night red-eye train through the Channel is desolate. The earlier afternoon trains have taken most of the weekenders to their getaways in Paris or London. What remains are business people, men and women headed back home after a long week. The darkness of the Channel gives rest to weary eyes, only a few remain awake. The #5 car barrels towards London near seamlessly at 180 mph.
A man who cannot sleep reviews the week’s news in politics. His mind is tired, but finds more calm in distracting his thoughts than putting them to sleep. His cognac wingtips are still laced, slacks just as they did when he put them on that morning. His tie lays loose, cuffs folded once, as if there is still work to be done.
Reading the paper he notices out of the corner of his eyes, a pair of tan heels with red soles dancing around. A young lady, in an aisle seat in front of him, is looking at her phone with legs crossed and shoes prancing back and forth. Her skirt, a dark shade of blue, is long and tight. Her white blouse is fitted tightly although unbuttoned more so than it was before 6PM. Her long dark hair is wavy, pulled to one side and laying on her shoulder. He can’t see what she’s doing on her phone but it seems to fascinate her. Curious, but not concerned he returns to the paper; checking her sporadically. Her free hand begins to prance up and down her thigh. She scrolls through her phone and bites her lip. The gentlemen puts his paper to the side, his attention diverted. Her hands subtly begin to rub her soft white breasts as her intensity is drawn to the phone screen.
The other two passengers in car #5 are sound asleep, completely unaware. Buried in his work the last few weeks, it has been too long for the gentlemen since he dreamed of the touch of a woman. He loosens his tie a bit more, keeping his eyes on her. In her own world, he tries to make out the faint images on her phone. Her legs cross back and forth, rubbing against each other as if she using her own body to fulfill her craving for touch. The gentlemen watches, seeing beauty in raw form. Her thighs press against her skirt, frustrated that they cannot open. Her fingers roll along her neck and collar bone, her soft skin conjuring thoughts of a large pair of man’s hands and kisses.
Feeling his eyes on her, she looks over her shoulder…for a moment she hides a tight lipped smile. She turns back to her phone for a moment and places it on the seat next to her. Looking straight ahead, she slinks down in her seat, pushing her skirt up her thighs. Both her hands begin to massage her body as her eyes close. Putting on a show of self pleasure for him, he places his hand on his long hard shaft running parallel to his thigh. For for what seems like minutes, his grip on his rigid pole has grown tighter, her skirt has risen higher. Turning around she stares back directly into his eyes, resting her chin on her shoulder. Her hands get grabby, starting large and then coming to a point on her nipples. In a undeniable breath, he mouths to her “Come Here”.
Quietly, she walks back to his seat and stands in front of him as if to say “You called, Sir?”. Her legs spread shoulder width apart, he runs his hands up her legs, pushing her skirt to her torso. Her unmistakable waxed cunt stares him in the face. His hand begins to rub her lips, up and down, before using her wetness to massage her clit. Her teeth permanently dig into her bottom lip, eyes watching him with focus. Her juices begin to cover his hand. She watches as, for what seems like an eternity, he unzips himself without making a sound. Digging deep into his slacks, he pulls out his throbbing cock. Giving it the slightest waggle/slapping motion, her knees nearly buckle. Her eyes grow big with the unmistakable craving to wrap her mouth around him. She wants to drop to the floor and force her head down upon him, but he continues to rub her pussy as she squirms. Ever so often he gives his cock the faintest waggle, instantly putting her in a dream world in which she is getting her tongue slapped with pulsing manhood. It stood there tall and dry, needing to be serviced by a wet hot mouth. Her lips moistened as the thought spinning her tongue around his pole replayed over and over in her mind.
His long arm reached up to her neck, gripping her firmly. Her head rolled back as he continued to play with her. Slowly, but without hesitation he pulled her to…
to his cock. Straddling the seat, she hovered above his tip while he rubbed it against her soaking lips. He watched as her wetness dripped down his shaft to the base. She craved to taste him but couldn’t help want to thrust herself down on him. Slowly, he pulled her down onto his hard shaft. She stifled her moans as it stretched it her. His dry cock gave her friction that made her clinch her eyes. He didn’t stop pulling until she completely absorbed him. She held onto the of his seat as he gave her slow thrusts with his hips.
Finally he released her and grabbed her thighs. She began to grind back and forth on his cock, using every inch to stretch her wet cunt. She rocked back and forth as he unbutton her blouse. He didn’t bother taking of her bra, instead tearing it down and lapped her nipples with his tongue. His long tongue laps only stopped sporadically to stiffen his tongue and run circles around her hard nipples.
As she changed her motion to ride up and down on his pulsing cock, he leaned back and caressed her breasts and stomach with his large hands. She picked up her pace and slapped her ass against his thighs as she rode him. Long hard rides, coming up to the point where his tip was nearly out of her..using her ass as pendulum leverage whip herself back down him. Up and down she rode, his balls began to tense, and his hands gripped her nipples firmly. He watched as her face showed her orgasmic pain. With one swift and unbelievable silent motion he slapped her across the face. The unmistakable meaning “fuck me harder, or I’ll do it for you”. Grabbing his chest and digging her nails in, she responded promptly. She went to a realm of fucking that disappeared them from the train, taking them to a place in their minds. Taking two of his fingers, he wasted no time and rubbed her clit rapidly as she rode him. His other hand covered her mouth to silence her moans. He was going to force her to cum on him…
