Strangers on a Train
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Sometimes an adventure starts when there is no expectation of anything happening at all.
Recently I had to take the West Coast train south for a meeting in the Midlands and was not really looking forward to the long journey down. For a woman who likes being active, it promised to be most uncomfortable being cooped up for 4 hours or so with only my phone for company. The up-side to this was that I was being sent First Class, so there would at least be a bit of luxury to make the time pass that little bit quicker.
The train was unexpectedly busy, and I found that I was sharing a table with three other people. They seemed nice enough, an American woman and her daughter, maybe 45 and 20 years old, and the daughter's Chinese-American friend who I guess was also about 20. I deduced all this from the idle chit-chat they were having – not loud, but when you're sharing space like that it's hard not to hear what's going on. Across the aisle were two seats, only one of which was taken – by a young man, again probably about 20 years old, immersed in his college work if the huge book open before him was anything to go by.
I was opposite the mother and daughter, and if I hadn't known from their conversation that they were related like that, it would not have been difficult to guess. The older woman was very slim and good-looking with what I suppose you'd call an elongated face. She was wearing a shirt that revealed smooth-looking skin round her neck and on her upper chest, on which nestled a small emerald pendant. The pendant, green in contrast to the creamy white of her blouse, drew one's eye (well it drew my eye anyway!) to the rather inviting cleavage below. She was not big-breasted, but she looked very pert. In fact, for a woman of her age she was incredibly fit-looking and attractive. Her hair was cut quite short and emphasised the clean-cut bone structure of her face; and though there were clearly lines by the sides of her eyes, they enhanced rather than detracted from her pleasant appearance, no doubt because of the twinkle in those cornflower-blue eyes.
Her daughter looked exactly like her mother - elongated face, shortish fair hair, blue eyes. She was wearing a chunkier top, but it fell on her in such a way that it emphasised her smooth young shoulders, her elegant neck and her very inviting creamy skin.
I couldn't really see the daughter's friend next to me, but she was certainly as slim and fit as her companions, with that slightly darker olive skin that Asian women sometimes have, and with long, very black, very straight hair.
Once the train had pulled out of the station, it was over an hour till the first stop, so everyone settled in for the journey ahead. This being First Class we were served hot drinks and snacks to keep us going and soon I was striking up a conversation with the American woman opposite me. In what I imagine is the way of Americans, she initiated the contact.
She smiled directly at me and asked if I was going far. I told her about my trip south, and it turned out she and her daughter were going to the same place, visiting relatives as part of their European trip. “I'm Marisa, by the way,” she said, offering her hand.
“I'm Alice,” I said. “You over here for long?”
“A few weeks. I've come into some money from my recent divorce, so I thought Ella and her friend Lucy here could join me in my great European tour. We're having lots of fun. Especially the girls, all the attention they're getting from these exotic young men. Oh to be young again.”
I laughed. “You're hardly old, Marisa,” I said. “Not much older than me, I shouldn't think. I'm 31 and sometimes feel I'm over the hill already.”
“You're very kind, honey, but I'm 45 – I had Emma when I was very young, which was maybe a mistake, but hey, what the hell. Here we are now, enjoying life and seeing the world. What is it you do, Alice?”
“I'm a nurse. Working for the local health authority at the moment. They're sending me down for this conference about new ways of working, whatever that means. New ways of saving money, probably.”
Marisa laughed. “Yes, I can imagine,” and she took a bite of the cake that had been served earlier. “Mmm, one thing about you Brits is that you know how to make a sweet and sticky cake.”
“Too sweet and sticky for me usually. I prefer something a bit more savoury.”
“Can't be tempted by something sweet,” she paused and looked directly into my eyes, “and sticky?” She paused again, running her tongue over her lower lip. “Sometimes sweet and sticky is all that a girl needs.”
I coughed in surprise. “Well, of course, there's sweet,” I paused, “and then there's sticky. Some of my happiest moments have been very sticky.” I touched my lips with my forefinger and inconspicuously ran my tongue up to the tip, gazing at her all the time. “Sweet,” I licked my finger, “and sticky,” I put my finger between my lips, “and warm,” I withdrew my finger and held it up for her to see, “and wet.”
She smiled. “You're my kind of girl, Alice. You like nothing better, I'm sure, than something warm and wet between your lips, coating your tongue,” she opened her mouth wider so I could see her tongue run along her perfect white teeth, “and filling your mouth.”
“Mmm. Filling my mouth is good. A nice, mouthful of something hard and sticky.” I sighed. “And not just my mouth.”
“No, a girl has plenty of places where a hard, warm object is welcome.”
“It's just a shame we can't get that even in First Class.”
“I wouldn't be so sure, Alice. I think someone might be able to help us out.” She shifted her eyes to the young man opposite, who had abandoned any pretence of study and was practically drooling as he heard us tease each other like this.
I turned to look at him directly. He was very good-looking and also very embarrassed if his flushed cheeks were anything to go by. I looked back at Marisa. “I see what you mean,” I said. “Maybe we should find a space somewhere.”
Marisa nodded and turned to the girls. “We'll be back in a minute, girls,” she said. Though I doubt Emma and Lucy had any idea of what was going on, absorbed as they were in their phones and lap-tops, ear-buds firmly in place.
Marisa stood up and crooked her finger at the young man, beckoning him to follow her. He was practically mesmerised and followed like an obedient puppy. I came after them, admiring his firm young butt as we made our way to the end of the carriage.
The great thing about these trains is that they have very roomy washrooms – plenty of space for three people to get inside. Once we were inside and the door was locked, Marisa pushed the young man back against the wall, while holding me by the hand so that we both faced him.
“Now then, young man,” she said. “I guess you were listening to us and found it all a bit much.”
He nodded.
“Well this is your lucky day – and I hope it's gonna be our lucky day too. Let's see what you've got there.” And so saying, she walked across to him and unzipped his jeans, tugging his briefs down so that his cock sprang free. “Well, Alice, what do you make of that?”
“He's young, Marisa, he was always going to have a hard cock like that. It looks good enough to eat.”
“Doesn't it just? But I think I'd like to see him play with it for us first.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said.
“OK, lover, take that cock in both hands – touch it either side with the tips of your fingers and your thumbs. That's it. Now stroke it for us. God, that is hot – makes it look so big, Stroke it up and down, lets see that pre-cum start oozing out for us as you wank for your two horny older women.”
“Oh, Marisa, he is such a hard young man. And the head on his cock is purple and swollen just for us. I need to feel those heavy balls of his.”
While he carried on stroking slowly as Marisa had instructed, I went over and cupped his balls in my hand; they were big and very heavy, filled with spunk just ready to provide us with the hot, sweet, sticky treat we craved. His breathing was getting more and more laboured as he wanked for us and as my hands tickled his sensitive balls.
“I think I'm ready for a taste now, Alice,” Marisa said. “Don't worry, I'll save some for you.” She got down on her knees, still fully dressed, and gently kissed the tip of his cock. He slowed down his stroking as Marisa's tongue tasted the pre-cum.
“Very sweet and sticky, Alice,” she said as she broke off. But soon she was back again, her tongue swirling round the edge of his cock at the head, driving him to distraction. When her lips encircled the head, he groaned as if in agony. My hands squeezed his balls as Marisa kissed, sucked and tongued his throbbing cock. She looked magnificent on her knees with this young man's cock in her mouth, sucking like the experienced woman she clearly was.
But before he came all over her, I decided it was time for me to have a taste. I joined Marisa in kneeling before our young stud and ran my tongue up and down his very hard shaft. Marisa let his cock out of her mouth, but kept her lips against the head, as I too kissed that purple helmet, meeting Marisa's lips at the same time. The two of us kissed and tongued his pulsing cock, at the same time letting our lips and tongues play with each other.
Before long, there was a tell-tale twitch in his cock and we both knew that he was about to cum. Marisa looked at me and then up at him. “You can cum in my mouth, honey,” she said. “And Alice will take whatever's left. We both want that thick, hot cum of yours in our dirty, slutty mouths.”
I gripped my fingers round his shaft and starting pumping him, aiming his cock directly at Marisa's open mouth. Suddenly, he exploded with a shout and gushed wave after wave of hot, creamy spunk into her eager mouth. It seemed like it would never stop, and he managed to turn and fill my mouth too. I licked till there was not a spare drop of cum left, then turned to Marisa and kissed her. Our lips and tongues were completely covered in his spunk, and we passed it from mouth to mouth as he watched, first me dribbling that delicious cum into Marisa's mouth, then her trickling it back into mine. When we felt we'd shared it equally between us we both swallowed and drank that hot, creamy load of cum, happy to get that mouthful of the young, sweet, sticky stuff we'd needed so badly.
“Well thank you, young man,” Marisa said. “That was very hot. And when you've recovered from that, there may be something else you can do for us. But first, let's just go back and take our seats. We wouldn't want the others to get suspicious now, would we?”
We went back to our places, the girls hardly glancing up at us. I sat across from Marisa and just smiled at her, letting her see the remnants of cum on my tongue. She smiled too, and when she opened her mouth a little, I could see she'd kept a small drop of cum on her tongue. She proceeded to swallow it, only her and me knowing what exactly had been going on.
I couldn't wait for further developments. This journey was turning out far better than I could ever have hope for.
Recently I had to take the West Coast train south for a meeting in the Midlands and was not really looking forward to the long journey down. For a woman who likes being active, it promised to be most uncomfortable being cooped up for 4 hours or so with only my phone for company. The up-side to this was that I was being sent First Class, so there would at least be a bit of luxury to make the time pass that little bit quicker.
The train was unexpectedly busy, and I found that I was sharing a table with three other people. They seemed nice enough, an American woman and her daughter, maybe 45 and 20 years old, and the daughter's Chinese-American friend who I guess was also about 20. I deduced all this from the idle chit-chat they were having – not loud, but when you're sharing space like that it's hard not to hear what's going on. Across the aisle were two seats, only one of which was taken – by a young man, again probably about 20 years old, immersed in his college work if the huge book open before him was anything to go by.
I was opposite the mother and daughter, and if I hadn't known from their conversation that they were related like that, it would not have been difficult to guess. The older woman was very slim and good-looking with what I suppose you'd call an elongated face. She was wearing a shirt that revealed smooth-looking skin round her neck and on her upper chest, on which nestled a small emerald pendant. The pendant, green in contrast to the creamy white of her blouse, drew one's eye (well it drew my eye anyway!) to the rather inviting cleavage below. She was not big-breasted, but she looked very pert. In fact, for a woman of her age she was incredibly fit-looking and attractive. Her hair was cut quite short and emphasised the clean-cut bone structure of her face; and though there were clearly lines by the sides of her eyes, they enhanced rather than detracted from her pleasant appearance, no doubt because of the twinkle in those cornflower-blue eyes.
Her daughter looked exactly like her mother - elongated face, shortish fair hair, blue eyes. She was wearing a chunkier top, but it fell on her in such a way that it emphasised her smooth young shoulders, her elegant neck and her very inviting creamy skin.
I couldn't really see the daughter's friend next to me, but she was certainly as slim and fit as her companions, with that slightly darker olive skin that Asian women sometimes have, and with long, very black, very straight hair.
Once the train had pulled out of the station, it was over an hour till the first stop, so everyone settled in for the journey ahead. This being First Class we were served hot drinks and snacks to keep us going and soon I was striking up a conversation with the American woman opposite me. In what I imagine is the way of Americans, she initiated the contact.
She smiled directly at me and asked if I was going far. I told her about my trip south, and it turned out she and her daughter were going to the same place, visiting relatives as part of their European trip. “I'm Marisa, by the way,” she said, offering her hand.
“I'm Alice,” I said. “You over here for long?”
“A few weeks. I've come into some money from my recent divorce, so I thought Ella and her friend Lucy here could join me in my great European tour. We're having lots of fun. Especially the girls, all the attention they're getting from these exotic young men. Oh to be young again.”
I laughed. “You're hardly old, Marisa,” I said. “Not much older than me, I shouldn't think. I'm 31 and sometimes feel I'm over the hill already.”
“You're very kind, honey, but I'm 45 – I had Emma when I was very young, which was maybe a mistake, but hey, what the hell. Here we are now, enjoying life and seeing the world. What is it you do, Alice?”
“I'm a nurse. Working for the local health authority at the moment. They're sending me down for this conference about new ways of working, whatever that means. New ways of saving money, probably.”
Marisa laughed. “Yes, I can imagine,” and she took a bite of the cake that had been served earlier. “Mmm, one thing about you Brits is that you know how to make a sweet and sticky cake.”
“Too sweet and sticky for me usually. I prefer something a bit more savoury.”
“Can't be tempted by something sweet,” she paused and looked directly into my eyes, “and sticky?” She paused again, running her tongue over her lower lip. “Sometimes sweet and sticky is all that a girl needs.”
I coughed in surprise. “Well, of course, there's sweet,” I paused, “and then there's sticky. Some of my happiest moments have been very sticky.” I touched my lips with my forefinger and inconspicuously ran my tongue up to the tip, gazing at her all the time. “Sweet,” I licked my finger, “and sticky,” I put my finger between my lips, “and warm,” I withdrew my finger and held it up for her to see, “and wet.”
She smiled. “You're my kind of girl, Alice. You like nothing better, I'm sure, than something warm and wet between your lips, coating your tongue,” she opened her mouth wider so I could see her tongue run along her perfect white teeth, “and filling your mouth.”
“Mmm. Filling my mouth is good. A nice, mouthful of something hard and sticky.” I sighed. “And not just my mouth.”
“No, a girl has plenty of places where a hard, warm object is welcome.”
“It's just a shame we can't get that even in First Class.”
“I wouldn't be so sure, Alice. I think someone might be able to help us out.” She shifted her eyes to the young man opposite, who had abandoned any pretence of study and was practically drooling as he heard us tease each other like this.
I turned to look at him directly. He was very good-looking and also very embarrassed if his flushed cheeks were anything to go by. I looked back at Marisa. “I see what you mean,” I said. “Maybe we should find a space somewhere.”
Marisa nodded and turned to the girls. “We'll be back in a minute, girls,” she said. Though I doubt Emma and Lucy had any idea of what was going on, absorbed as they were in their phones and lap-tops, ear-buds firmly in place.
Marisa stood up and crooked her finger at the young man, beckoning him to follow her. He was practically mesmerised and followed like an obedient puppy. I came after them, admiring his firm young butt as we made our way to the end of the carriage.
The great thing about these trains is that they have very roomy washrooms – plenty of space for three people to get inside. Once we were inside and the door was locked, Marisa pushed the young man back against the wall, while holding me by the hand so that we both faced him.
“Now then, young man,” she said. “I guess you were listening to us and found it all a bit much.”
He nodded.
“Well this is your lucky day – and I hope it's gonna be our lucky day too. Let's see what you've got there.” And so saying, she walked across to him and unzipped his jeans, tugging his briefs down so that his cock sprang free. “Well, Alice, what do you make of that?”
“He's young, Marisa, he was always going to have a hard cock like that. It looks good enough to eat.”
“Doesn't it just? But I think I'd like to see him play with it for us first.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said.
“OK, lover, take that cock in both hands – touch it either side with the tips of your fingers and your thumbs. That's it. Now stroke it for us. God, that is hot – makes it look so big, Stroke it up and down, lets see that pre-cum start oozing out for us as you wank for your two horny older women.”
“Oh, Marisa, he is such a hard young man. And the head on his cock is purple and swollen just for us. I need to feel those heavy balls of his.”
While he carried on stroking slowly as Marisa had instructed, I went over and cupped his balls in my hand; they were big and very heavy, filled with spunk just ready to provide us with the hot, sweet, sticky treat we craved. His breathing was getting more and more laboured as he wanked for us and as my hands tickled his sensitive balls.
“I think I'm ready for a taste now, Alice,” Marisa said. “Don't worry, I'll save some for you.” She got down on her knees, still fully dressed, and gently kissed the tip of his cock. He slowed down his stroking as Marisa's tongue tasted the pre-cum.
“Very sweet and sticky, Alice,” she said as she broke off. But soon she was back again, her tongue swirling round the edge of his cock at the head, driving him to distraction. When her lips encircled the head, he groaned as if in agony. My hands squeezed his balls as Marisa kissed, sucked and tongued his throbbing cock. She looked magnificent on her knees with this young man's cock in her mouth, sucking like the experienced woman she clearly was.
But before he came all over her, I decided it was time for me to have a taste. I joined Marisa in kneeling before our young stud and ran my tongue up and down his very hard shaft. Marisa let his cock out of her mouth, but kept her lips against the head, as I too kissed that purple helmet, meeting Marisa's lips at the same time. The two of us kissed and tongued his pulsing cock, at the same time letting our lips and tongues play with each other.
Before long, there was a tell-tale twitch in his cock and we both knew that he was about to cum. Marisa looked at me and then up at him. “You can cum in my mouth, honey,” she said. “And Alice will take whatever's left. We both want that thick, hot cum of yours in our dirty, slutty mouths.”
I gripped my fingers round his shaft and starting pumping him, aiming his cock directly at Marisa's open mouth. Suddenly, he exploded with a shout and gushed wave after wave of hot, creamy spunk into her eager mouth. It seemed like it would never stop, and he managed to turn and fill my mouth too. I licked till there was not a spare drop of cum left, then turned to Marisa and kissed her. Our lips and tongues were completely covered in his spunk, and we passed it from mouth to mouth as he watched, first me dribbling that delicious cum into Marisa's mouth, then her trickling it back into mine. When we felt we'd shared it equally between us we both swallowed and drank that hot, creamy load of cum, happy to get that mouthful of the young, sweet, sticky stuff we'd needed so badly.
“Well thank you, young man,” Marisa said. “That was very hot. And when you've recovered from that, there may be something else you can do for us. But first, let's just go back and take our seats. We wouldn't want the others to get suspicious now, would we?”
We went back to our places, the girls hardly glancing up at us. I sat across from Marisa and just smiled at her, letting her see the remnants of cum on my tongue. She smiled too, and when she opened her mouth a little, I could see she'd kept a small drop of cum on her tongue. She proceeded to swallow it, only her and me knowing what exactly had been going on.
I couldn't wait for further developments. This journey was turning out far better than I could ever have hope for.
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