Carruthers Bride
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It’s been a long day and I know that the train ride home is going to be long, boring and hot. I’m glad I wore a light weight filmy pink flowered sundress to work and even more glad that I pinned my hair up that day.
I find a car that is pretty vacant and settle in for my hour and a half ride home from the city to the suburbs.
I’ve just pulled out a book from my bag when I feel eyes watching me. I glance up slowly, seeing nobody watching me I go back to my book. I’m midway through the fourth chapter when I sense it again; eyes on me. This time when my head snaps up and I see him.
He’s staring unashamedly at me. His eyes hidden by sunglasses; he’s in a suit and I can’t help but wonder what color his eyes are. He brings his hand up and rakes it through his hair; it’s the color of mahogany and falls to his collar. He slides his sunglasses off and two pieces of jade stare back at me. I tremble slightly as he licks his lips, and slides his sunglasses into his front pocket.
I try to go back to my book, but can’t focus on the pages in front of me. I refuse to look up, knowing that if I do, he’ll be there, staring at me. It’s unnerving the way that he’s watching me, although I’m not looking up I know that he’s watching me. I can feel a dampness between my legs and that’s even more unnerving, the man hadn’t even touched me and I felt my core bloom.
“Good evening,” I jump when a deep voice interrupts my thoughts, “may I join you?”
I don’t have to look up to know it’s Him.
“You’re quite lovely,” his hand slides to my shoulder, covered only by the spaghetti strap of my sundress, I had abandoned my sweater when I left work, his thumb stroking the top of my collarbone, “will you slide over?”
Numbly I slide over and he sits down next to me, and rests his hand on my knee, his thumb gently forming small circles on the flesh there.
“As I said, you’re quite lovely and I’d like to chat with you if that’s ok. My name is Ian.”
I swallow hard before quietly replying, “I’m Grace.”
He chuckles softly, “You don’t have to be nervous, I won’t ravage you,” he dips his head closer a breath away from my ear, “unless you want me to.” His hand slides higher on my leg.
“What is it you want?” I finally manage to say moving his hand from my leg.
He chuckles softly, “I want you. You’re a beautiful woman, you’ve had a long day, and this is a long train ride. Besides, I know that you want me as badly as I want you.”
He shifts his body slightly blocking prying eyes, and puts his hand back on my leg, on my upper thigh, he moves his head closer, pressing a kiss to my jaw line, I can’t help but moan softly as his lips move up to my ear and he gently bit the lobe.
“Am I right?” he whispers in my ear, his tongue running along the curve of my ear.
“No,” I manage, “of course not, you’re a perfect stranger.”
He chuckles again and moves his hand even higher on my leg; I jumped as a finger caressed me intimately through my satin panties.
“You don’t want me huh, your body is telling me otherwise,” his finger slides between the fabric and into my slit.
I watch with mixed horror and fascination as he brings the finger that was toying with my slit to his lips and licks them clean, my eyes lock with his, and I know I’m done for.
“Come with me,” he says bringing me to my feet.
“My stuff though.” I protested.
“Excuse me, sister,” Ian touched the shoulder of the nun that was sitting in the seat across from me, “would you mind watching Grace’s things for a bit. We’re going to get a drink.”
“Of course son, I’d be happy to.”
“Can we bring you anything?”
“An ice tea would be lovely.”
“Of course sister, we’ll return shortly.”
He pulls me through the cars until we reached the bathroom, I’m pushed inside and he closes and locks the door. He pushes me against the door and drops to his knees. I groan as he pushes my skirt up and buries his face at the juncture of my thighs; his tongue and teeth tugging at the fabric of my panties.
“Ian,” I moan as his hands clutch my ass and he forces my legs over his shoulder, he moves aside the fabric of my panties and his tongue slides into my silky core.
“Grace,” he moaned, “you’re intoxicating, you taste amazing,”
I groan again as he slides two fingers into my center and strokes me slowly torturously.
“Tell me what you like Grace,” he whispers softly as he continues to nibble gently on my slit.
“I can’t,” I moan as he hooks the two fingers up finding my g-spot, “Christ.”
“You like that do you?” he chuckles and increases the pressure, “you can tell me what you want, what you like, there’s no shame in it sweetheart.”
I moan softly as he pulls my clit between his tongue and teeth sucking on it gently. I can’t speak; I can barely put together a conscious thought.
“Harder,” I finally manage to gasp.
I feel him smile against me and he sucks more firmly on my clit causing me to gasp loudly, I go to clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, but he stops me.
“I want to hear you, don’t muffle yourself.” He increases the pressure of his fingers and bites down on my clit causing me to whimper. “Are you going to scream for me when you cum?” he asks, bringing me close to the edge before backing off.
“I can’t,” I protest.
“Sure you can, there’s no shame in it. I’m not going to force you, and I’ll still fuck you if you won’t scream, but will you offer me the same service I just did to you?” he slowly lowers me and slides out of his jacket, folding it up to cushion my knees.
I look up at him and without thinking about it too much, I slide the straps of my dress from my shoulders and slide out of the dress, I hang it on the back of the door and slowly move closer to him, my fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. He’s taut and muscular.
His hands go to the button of his slacks, but I stop him. My nails rake down his chest slowly and I’m enjoying the hiss that escapes his lips as I stop and play with his nipples.
“Christ Grace,” he groans, as my fingers unbutton his slacks and I slide my hand between the fabric and his slacks.
I chuckle softly when I realize he was commando, and I grip him gently.
“I see that your friend here wants to come out to play” I tease as I slowly lower his slacks and allow them to pool at his feet. My tongue darts out and I flick it against the head before pressing a soft opened mouth kiss to it.
“Grace,” he groans, as he pulls the clips out of my hair and allows it to fall in soft chocolate waves, his fingers tunnel into my hair and he slowly presses me down his length.
I moan as he takes control of my head and guides it up and down his shaft. My teeth graze him lightly causing him to moan and brace himself against the sink. When his cock hits the back of my throat a growl erupts from his throat.
My hands gently massage his balls as I continue to work over his raging member.
“Stop,” he moans, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth, not yet anyway.”
I ease back and he drags me to my feet, spinning me around as he does so.
“I want more of that pussy baby,” he says as he guides me up on the ledge of the sink, “I promise you won’t fall.”
His mouth sinks into my core and I can’t help but rock back on his face. His tongue laps at me moaning as he savors my essence. It’s when his tongue eases back to the bud of my ass that I’m sure I’m going to fall off the counter. He probes me there and I whimper softly.
“You like that sweetheart?” he chuckles when I utter an expletive, and slips a pussy drenched finger into my tight hole as far down as he can, “You’re so fucking tight sugar, ever have had your gorgeous ass fucked darlin?”
I can only moan as he continues to slide his finger in and out slowly while he munches on my snatch.
“Please,” I manage to moan.
“Please what Grace?” he bites down on my clit and I explode, he groans as streams of my excitement rush into his mouth and he swallows every last drop, “please what, you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes damn it.” I hiss, as I slide from the counter and have him sit down on the top of the toilet seat. I straddle his hips and ease myself down on his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” he groans as my sheath grips him, “you’re so damn tight, wrap your legs around me,” I comply and he stands, pinning me against the wall of the bathroom, I start to protest, until his hands grip my ass and he slides two fingers inside.
My moans are echoing off the walls of the small bathroom and I don’t care that when we walk out everyone is going to know what happened in this small space.
“I can feel my dick in you,” he whispers into my ear before biting my neck hard, I know I’ll have a mark.
“More,” I whisper, biting him back equally hard, he grunts and then moans as I lick the spot I bit.
His teeth sink into my neck again and I can’t help but scream his name as he continues to pump into me.
“Ian, I want to taste you,” I manage to gasp, I can feel him pulsing in my sheath and I know he’s close, “please.”
He eases back and allows me to slip to my knees; I lick his length and growl appreciatively savoring my essence on his shaft. My mouth closes over him and I ease him to the back of my throat. His fingers lace into my hair and my head bobs at his will along his thick length.
“Grace,” he moans and as my teeth graze his cock he explodes sending streams of hot cum down my throat, I eagerly swallow and slowly stand.
“We’d better get back,” I say, “We owe that sister her ice tea.”
He kisses me softly and chuckles, “Will I see you tomorrow night?”
“Maybe tomorrow morning,” I wink, dress quickly and make my way to the drink car to buy an ice tea for the nun.
When I get back to my seat he’s there, waiting, I hand off the ice tea and get a quick blessing from the nun and sit, not next to him, but on his lap, we cuddle the rest of the train ride and make plans to meet up the next day.
Never had I had such an amazing and wonderful ride home, in more ways than one.
I find a car that is pretty vacant and settle in for my hour and a half ride home from the city to the suburbs.
I’ve just pulled out a book from my bag when I feel eyes watching me. I glance up slowly, seeing nobody watching me I go back to my book. I’m midway through the fourth chapter when I sense it again; eyes on me. This time when my head snaps up and I see him.
He’s staring unashamedly at me. His eyes hidden by sunglasses; he’s in a suit and I can’t help but wonder what color his eyes are. He brings his hand up and rakes it through his hair; it’s the color of mahogany and falls to his collar. He slides his sunglasses off and two pieces of jade stare back at me. I tremble slightly as he licks his lips, and slides his sunglasses into his front pocket.
I try to go back to my book, but can’t focus on the pages in front of me. I refuse to look up, knowing that if I do, he’ll be there, staring at me. It’s unnerving the way that he’s watching me, although I’m not looking up I know that he’s watching me. I can feel a dampness between my legs and that’s even more unnerving, the man hadn’t even touched me and I felt my core bloom.
“Good evening,” I jump when a deep voice interrupts my thoughts, “may I join you?”
I don’t have to look up to know it’s Him.
“You’re quite lovely,” his hand slides to my shoulder, covered only by the spaghetti strap of my sundress, I had abandoned my sweater when I left work, his thumb stroking the top of my collarbone, “will you slide over?”
Numbly I slide over and he sits down next to me, and rests his hand on my knee, his thumb gently forming small circles on the flesh there.
“As I said, you’re quite lovely and I’d like to chat with you if that’s ok. My name is Ian.”
I swallow hard before quietly replying, “I’m Grace.”
He chuckles softly, “You don’t have to be nervous, I won’t ravage you,” he dips his head closer a breath away from my ear, “unless you want me to.” His hand slides higher on my leg.
“What is it you want?” I finally manage to say moving his hand from my leg.
He chuckles softly, “I want you. You’re a beautiful woman, you’ve had a long day, and this is a long train ride. Besides, I know that you want me as badly as I want you.”
He shifts his body slightly blocking prying eyes, and puts his hand back on my leg, on my upper thigh, he moves his head closer, pressing a kiss to my jaw line, I can’t help but moan softly as his lips move up to my ear and he gently bit the lobe.
“Am I right?” he whispers in my ear, his tongue running along the curve of my ear.
“No,” I manage, “of course not, you’re a perfect stranger.”
He chuckles again and moves his hand even higher on my leg; I jumped as a finger caressed me intimately through my satin panties.
“You don’t want me huh, your body is telling me otherwise,” his finger slides between the fabric and into my slit.
I watch with mixed horror and fascination as he brings the finger that was toying with my slit to his lips and licks them clean, my eyes lock with his, and I know I’m done for.
“Come with me,” he says bringing me to my feet.
“My stuff though.” I protested.
“Excuse me, sister,” Ian touched the shoulder of the nun that was sitting in the seat across from me, “would you mind watching Grace’s things for a bit. We’re going to get a drink.”
“Of course son, I’d be happy to.”
“Can we bring you anything?”
“An ice tea would be lovely.”
“Of course sister, we’ll return shortly.”
He pulls me through the cars until we reached the bathroom, I’m pushed inside and he closes and locks the door. He pushes me against the door and drops to his knees. I groan as he pushes my skirt up and buries his face at the juncture of my thighs; his tongue and teeth tugging at the fabric of my panties.
“Ian,” I moan as his hands clutch my ass and he forces my legs over his shoulder, he moves aside the fabric of my panties and his tongue slides into my silky core.
“Grace,” he moaned, “you’re intoxicating, you taste amazing,”
I groan again as he slides two fingers into my center and strokes me slowly torturously.
“Tell me what you like Grace,” he whispers softly as he continues to nibble gently on my slit.
“I can’t,” I moan as he hooks the two fingers up finding my g-spot, “Christ.”
“You like that do you?” he chuckles and increases the pressure, “you can tell me what you want, what you like, there’s no shame in it sweetheart.”
I moan softly as he pulls my clit between his tongue and teeth sucking on it gently. I can’t speak; I can barely put together a conscious thought.
“Harder,” I finally manage to gasp.
I feel him smile against me and he sucks more firmly on my clit causing me to gasp loudly, I go to clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, but he stops me.
“I want to hear you, don’t muffle yourself.” He increases the pressure of his fingers and bites down on my clit causing me to whimper. “Are you going to scream for me when you cum?” he asks, bringing me close to the edge before backing off.
“I can’t,” I protest.
“Sure you can, there’s no shame in it. I’m not going to force you, and I’ll still fuck you if you won’t scream, but will you offer me the same service I just did to you?” he slowly lowers me and slides out of his jacket, folding it up to cushion my knees.
I look up at him and without thinking about it too much, I slide the straps of my dress from my shoulders and slide out of the dress, I hang it on the back of the door and slowly move closer to him, my fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. He’s taut and muscular.
His hands go to the button of his slacks, but I stop him. My nails rake down his chest slowly and I’m enjoying the hiss that escapes his lips as I stop and play with his nipples.
“Christ Grace,” he groans, as my fingers unbutton his slacks and I slide my hand between the fabric and his slacks.
I chuckle softly when I realize he was commando, and I grip him gently.
“I see that your friend here wants to come out to play” I tease as I slowly lower his slacks and allow them to pool at his feet. My tongue darts out and I flick it against the head before pressing a soft opened mouth kiss to it.
“Grace,” he groans, as he pulls the clips out of my hair and allows it to fall in soft chocolate waves, his fingers tunnel into my hair and he slowly presses me down his length.
I moan as he takes control of my head and guides it up and down his shaft. My teeth graze him lightly causing him to moan and brace himself against the sink. When his cock hits the back of my throat a growl erupts from his throat.
My hands gently massage his balls as I continue to work over his raging member.
“Stop,” he moans, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth, not yet anyway.”
I ease back and he drags me to my feet, spinning me around as he does so.
“I want more of that pussy baby,” he says as he guides me up on the ledge of the sink, “I promise you won’t fall.”
His mouth sinks into my core and I can’t help but rock back on his face. His tongue laps at me moaning as he savors my essence. It’s when his tongue eases back to the bud of my ass that I’m sure I’m going to fall off the counter. He probes me there and I whimper softly.
“You like that sweetheart?” he chuckles when I utter an expletive, and slips a pussy drenched finger into my tight hole as far down as he can, “You’re so fucking tight sugar, ever have had your gorgeous ass fucked darlin?”
I can only moan as he continues to slide his finger in and out slowly while he munches on my snatch.
“Please,” I manage to moan.
“Please what Grace?” he bites down on my clit and I explode, he groans as streams of my excitement rush into his mouth and he swallows every last drop, “please what, you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes damn it.” I hiss, as I slide from the counter and have him sit down on the top of the toilet seat. I straddle his hips and ease myself down on his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” he groans as my sheath grips him, “you’re so damn tight, wrap your legs around me,” I comply and he stands, pinning me against the wall of the bathroom, I start to protest, until his hands grip my ass and he slides two fingers inside.
My moans are echoing off the walls of the small bathroom and I don’t care that when we walk out everyone is going to know what happened in this small space.
“I can feel my dick in you,” he whispers into my ear before biting my neck hard, I know I’ll have a mark.
“More,” I whisper, biting him back equally hard, he grunts and then moans as I lick the spot I bit.
His teeth sink into my neck again and I can’t help but scream his name as he continues to pump into me.
“Ian, I want to taste you,” I manage to gasp, I can feel him pulsing in my sheath and I know he’s close, “please.”
He eases back and allows me to slip to my knees; I lick his length and growl appreciatively savoring my essence on his shaft. My mouth closes over him and I ease him to the back of my throat. His fingers lace into my hair and my head bobs at his will along his thick length.
“Grace,” he moans and as my teeth graze his cock he explodes sending streams of hot cum down my throat, I eagerly swallow and slowly stand.
“We’d better get back,” I say, “We owe that sister her ice tea.”
He kisses me softly and chuckles, “Will I see you tomorrow night?”
“Maybe tomorrow morning,” I wink, dress quickly and make my way to the drink car to buy an ice tea for the nun.
When I get back to my seat he’s there, waiting, I hand off the ice tea and get a quick blessing from the nun and sit, not next to him, but on his lap, we cuddle the rest of the train ride and make plans to meet up the next day.
Never had I had such an amazing and wonderful ride home, in more ways than one.
Tammi
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