Strangers on a Train
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The view from the window was breath-taking. All the green could have made her feel secluded, but Sarah felt anything but. She had been sat in the carriage for the last two hours feeling amorous, trying not to gaze at the man who sat on the opposite side of the train.
She had felt his eyes on her at the station. Taking in her form. Stripping her with just the intensity of his gaze. His deep brown eyes eating into her every rational thought, pulling elicit aches into parts of her that had no right to be aching. Making her mind drift to thoughts of gazing into them as they peaked out from between her quivering thighs.
He had taken the seat across the aisle when they had boarded the train, his handsome face drawing her gaze as his grin pulled last the familiar ache that nestled in the bottom of her stomach. He aroused her. Not just his fine outer facade, or his enticing scent. The look he gave her was predatory, strong. Like he was reading the thoughts that encircled her mind, knowing the effect they had as they ventured lower.
He wanted her, of that she was sure. And from the feeling travelling the length and breadth of her body, she knew she wanted him.
So she had sat keeping her eyes away from him. Feeling his attentions trying to draw her out, his stare trying to pull her eyes to met his own. But she kept up her mission. Drew out the longing, tugged at his frustrations with just the right amount of subtle grins and almost looks. Biding her time, playing the long game.
He ordered a drink, something strong she guessed, rich and decadent. Vodka over ice lapped over her own tongue – sharp and cool – bringing her taste buds to life as it chased over her waiting flesh. She knew it was time, knew what she wanted. Would he be willing to come and get it? She did not look to find out as she stood and made her way down the carriage, entering the luggage hold and moving into the dark.
She did not hear the swoosh of the door closing or the click of shoes on the floor. But she felt the hand at her waist as strong fingers curved around her flesh and squeezed. He didn’t turn her or look at her as he pushed her chest into the wall, rubbing the wide and warm expanse of himself into her back.
Hot lips met her neck, kissing wetly before she felt the bite of teeth pinching down hard enough to mark. She shuddered against the wall, opening her legs, allowing him to step closer. Her breast chafed on the felt at her front as he thrust his erection into the firm flesh on her arse. She wanted to touch him. To grab and to squeeze, to mark him as he did to her. Reaching her hand back she grabbed for his neck.
“No!”
He growled the word into her thrumming skin as he grabbed her hands and pushed them to rest on either side of her face, caging her head and leaving her at his mercy.
“Keep them here.”
He sealed the order with a nip of her ear as he slowly drew her skirt up her quivering legs. The chill in the room did nothing to cool her as she became bare to him, her hairless cunt already wet and dripping for his intrusion. Her underwear stood no chance under his expert fingers that wiggled the item towards the floor, his body following his hands all the way. She stepped from each leg watching fixated as he pushed the sodden material into his pocket, his eyes watching her for a hint of protest, pushing her to respond.
She watched him back, her chest heaving, causing more friction and pulling her body more taut. She pushed her mound forwards to rub it against the wall too. Needing to ease the building ache, needing to chase the flash of pleasure that rippled and called. A gasp was pulled from her lips as teeth bit her backside. His mouth drawing as much skin inside the deep cavern as he could, swirling his tongue over the tingling flesh, soothing the pain as he bit a little harder. Dropping a gentle kiss on the place she was sure already started to bruise, he stood.
A buckle clicked and a zip hummed, the thickness of his cock met her skin as it lunged from its bindings. She savoured the weight of it resting on her arse cheek, feeling the trail of come cooling as she wiggled under his touch.
His arm wove around her centre, pulling her closer. Sarah waited, feeling his heart pounding through her body. It was steady and strong, like the rest of him. Measured and controlled while she squirmed and moaned. Slowly his free hand began to creep over her hip, blazing a trail over her flesh that sparked like a fuse, ramping up her arousal and leaving it trailing down her thighs.
He found her wetness and laughed, spreading open her swollen lips with his index and ring finger before tapping at her over-sensitive clit with his middle. After one more beat he pushed it down hard and making her knees almost give. His chuckle sounded in her ear, his hot breath joining it as she felt him thrusting his cock into the seam of her arse before using the arm at her waist to pull her feet back towards him. She went willingly, pretty sure she would give him anything he asked for at the moment.
Without warning he lunged inside her willing cunt, pushing her face into the wall and making her grunt. His thrusts were deep, hitting a place inside that made her clench her teeth as a mix of pained-pleasure streaked through her belly and legs. She clung to the wall, her nails frantically looking for purchase as he hammered his cock harder, making her cunt his with the force and authority that he fucked her with.
Sarah felt a tingle in her scalp and a movement at her neck as his hand weaved though her long dark tresses, twisting it once around his fingers before pulling her head back with a jerk. She gasped at the pressure, the column of her neck open for his treatments, an animalistic growl growing in her throat. He licked up her neck, long and slow. The flat of his tongue pushing hard on her pulse point, making it thunder in her head louder than the trains beating wheels on the tracks. When his nose reached her ear he bit the tender flesh behind it. Another mark only she would know about, another secret they would share.
Sarah turned sharply, looked into his brown eyes. They were almost feral now in the darkness, his nostrils flaring as he tried to contain his control. The man was becoming a beast and she could not stop the crooked grin that drew across her lips.
“I’m going to paint your cunt with my come.” He grunted as his thrusts became jerky. The hand in her hair tightening, making her scalp twinge as jolts of sensation travelled from the tight curl. Her own release was humming in her stomach, a burning atom that thrummed as each new jolt rippled.
The arm at her waist grew tighter, pulling her softness against his hard plains, pulling the breath from her body as he readied to fill her with something more. With two more harsh thrusts he emptied himself into her, pushing her into the wall, her body sandwiched between his muscular weight and the unforgiving steel.
His breath in her ear was hot. It made her skin clammy and her body shiver. He removed his length, leaving her empty. The climax she had been chasing ebbing away, like the heat from his body as he retreated. Sarah kept her face pressed forwards, eyes now closed as she tried to cling to the last threads of her missed orgasm. She needed to enjoy what was left of their moment as her mystery lover began to arrange himself to leave. She did not expect the hand that cupped her cleft, or the fingers that filled her hole.
“I’ve painted the inside. Now it’s time for the outside.”
He moved his fingers inside her, scissoring the flesh with a talent most would envy. She felt the wetness he had left drip from her swollen flesh, collecting inside the palm he held against her body before rubbing it around her lower lips.
He moved his hand with a new purpose. Rubbing the pool of their come around her aching flesh. Squeezing her spread lips back further as his expert fingers probed the tender pink flesh hidden inside. Her clit stood erect as his broad fingers rubbed it back and forth, the knowledge that his semen was coating it only spurred her on more. He was not delicate in his actions. He was rough and involved, he wanted her submission, he wanted her orgasm, he wanted her in the palm of his hand.
And he had her there. Moaning and rubbing. Bearing down on his calloused fingers that worked her like an instrument. Strumming and plucking until it made the sound he wanted. The arm at her middle groped randomly for her breast. Grabbing and pinching her peaked nipple just as finger tweaked at her clit.
A guttural groan escaped her mouth as her orgasm gushed from her core. His hands caught it, rubbing it back over her soaking flesh, taking the pleasure and pushing it further. She shuddered and clung on, his hands the only thing keeping her grounded as her body rose to levels past anything she had experienced before.
Pushing a third finger into her snatch he thrust. The heel of his palm replacing his earlier digits, coaxing her body to go higher, climb further.
“Again. I want more.”
She shook her head as her body nodded. It could feel the second rise of ecstasy dancing on the tips of his fingers. She squeezed her eyes closed, ignoring the friction of her face against the rough fabric. Only concentrating on the sound of his breath in her ear and the smell of their fucking.
His sucked on her neck and her orgasm caught. White spots flashed behind her lids as raw energy shuttled into her spine. It burnt a trail downwards, meeting the pulsing in her core and shattering, falling around them like pieces of glass, sparkling and sharp in the muted light of the room.
He held her pussy as her body came down. His hand on her breast stroking more tenderly than before. She felt her legs regain control as her eyes fluttered open. His still handsome face was little more ruffled, his hair drooping forwards making him like younger somehow. He pulled down her skirt, rubbing a gentle hand over his earlier handy work on her rear before stepping away.
“What is your name?”
“Is it not more interesting this way?” He said, pushing himself back inside his clothing and straightening up. She supposed he was right, why shatter a perfect fantasy with reality?
“You should head back to your seat. We will be at the station soon.”
She did as ordered, paying little attention as he took his own seat a few minutes afterwards. Neither one looked at the other, but the tension remained high and electric. As the tannoy called out the station name she watched him collect his briefcase and button up his jacket. His exterior armour now in place one more.
As the train rattled to stillness she finally allowed her eyes to lift, meeting his deep brown stare with her own electric blue. He did not look away as he drew towards her. Coming to stand at her side he looked down, a heated look on his face. It almost made her want to get up and follow him, to go along with him and see were he could take her next.
She did not though. She stayed and watched his back as it disappeared out the doorway, following his movements as he came to stand at her window. A crafty smile creased his lips as he dipped his hand into his pocket, withdrawing a scrap of material not bigger than his palm.
He drew it to his nose and Sarah felt her mouth drop open as she spied her underwear laced between his thick fingers, shaking as he sniffed the fabric, a final move from her handsome stranger, his version of checkmate in the strange game they had been playing.
As the train began to drift onwards the station became no more. The green and rolling hills filling her vision once again. Sarah allowed her mind to wander as she savoured that final scene; the vision of him etched in her mind of his parting view.
The pleasant ache in her belly and the tingling skin in her neck reminded her of his other offerings and she smiled. The greenery wasn’t so stunning at that moment, the view no longer pulling her attention. Instead she closed her eyes and remembered his smouldering brown gaze and wicked smile.
The handsome man with no name had defeated her. Game, set and match.
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