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I had gotten myself a nice private sleeping compartment, near the dining and cocktail wagon.</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>She does not want to be the leader. She refuses to be the leader. She wants to live darkly and richly in her femaleness. She wants a man lying over her, always over her. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, her pivot. She doesn't mind working, holding her ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, as a woman she wants to be dominated. She doesn't mind being told to stand on her own feet, not to cling – all that she is capable of doing – but she is going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding. But she also knew that without woman, there was little pleasure in life for men. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>She was what I would call an intellectual. By that I mean those who discuss and analyze what the rest of us non-intellectuals do naturally without question.</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> <I>We were now the second day into our eastbound journey. I had casually been observing her and her friends during meals in the dining car and over drinks in the lounge wagon. A lady extremely difficult to stereotype, but by her animated conversations with her other lady friends it was obvious she analyzed and dissected every subject discussed. </I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="18394c80.jpg" border=0 width="148" height="200" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">Pleasant face, more what I would say, magnetic cute, rather than beautiful. Shoulder length very light brown, not quite blond hair, very thick heavy framed glasses which made her light eyes seem so much larger, such delicious looking lips which one could not avoid being drawn to, and modest alabaster breasts which she made were rarely more than partially hidden by her low cut and very sheer blouse. </I></div> <div> <I>She was becoming sine qua non for future exigency, and future meaning immediate. Yes, my thoughts were definitely lewd, lustful, but with good intent. By that I mean for mutual appreciation of the time we had on this journey. Other gentlemen where continually hovering around her friends, polite, gentlemanly to her, yet passing her by for the presence of the others. It didn't take me long to realize that they were looking past her for her intellectual manner, her thick glasses and comely, rather than stylish hair. Behind this facade I see a beauty beyond measure, which for whatever the reason the other gentlemen were ignoring. Which of course I hope to my benefit. In my pursuit of the pleasures of a woman's company, I must admit I am shameless, determined, with unlimited patience. Now of course came the question of how to approach her with certain results, in a timely manner, to make the most of this journey before we came to our destination.  Laying gentlemanly siege as I call it. A lady who is continually overlooked would interpret advances as an act of pity, or perhaps that she might be easily approached due to her hunger for male attention.  And of course with that, she would have to refuse any advance to save her self respect. A delicate situation I thought. This required serious pondering. </I></div> <div> <I>After dinner I made my way to the lounge wagon for an after dinner drink and thought.  It was easy thinking, relaxed, watching the snow covered country whizzing by the window as I sat at my table with my brandy.</I></div> <div> <I>I had been there for, perhaps half an hour, second brandy, when my plan came to me. What better way than one bold frontal assault, so to speak.  A win or fail risk. My chance came not long after I had decided, as she came in, by herself, a couple of tables from me, ordered a drink, and sat there sipping on it staring out the window, as I had just been doing.</I></div> <div> <I>"Now or never," I thought, before her friends came, which I was sure they would. Drink in hand I walked to her table, pulled a chair back and sat down. She just looked at me, not sure how to respond, since I had not asked, nor greeted, nor introduced myself.</I></div> <div> <I>"I know," I said, "and as soon as your friends come, I'll go back to my table, but it would be very rude of me to allow a lovely lady to sit by herself on a train, while she waited for her friends. Don't you agree,?"</I></div> <div> <I>She just looked at me, through her thick glasses, a loss of words, or response.</I></div> <div> <I>I had no sooner said that when I could see her friends coming.  "good timing," I thought, not a minute too soon for my approach to her," as I stood, yet leaving my brandy sitting on the table, "Your friends are coming now," and she still, not a word, just a dazed looked at my subtle, polite boldness,</I></div> <div> <I>"May I,?" as I reached slowly, with both hands and slid her glasses off her face, folded them, laid them on the table in front of her, without waiting for a reply,</I></div> <div> <I>"And lovely you are," I said with a soft smile, picked up my brandy as her friends reached the table,</I></div> <div> <I>"Good evening,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Good evening,", an exchange of courteous greetings, as I went back to my table, ordered another brandy, lit a cigarette, and continued watching the countryside again, going by. </I></div> <div> <I>Out of the corner of my eye I could see, she still had not put her glasses back on, and made some lame excuse to her friends why she was not wearing them, and the questions who that guy was who just left. However, her calm, composed intellectual manner was unraveled, it was obvious by her fiddling with her glasses, her hair and her drink. </I></div> <div> <I>After sitting there a while watching the barren snow covered plains rushing by, to almost putting me in a dazed trance, planning my next possible approach to her, I decided to go to the bar end of the wagon, perhaps someone interesting to talk to. </I></div> <div> <I>Drink in hand I marched myself to the bar, found and empty stool near the window. </I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like a refill,?" asked the barmaid</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course, thank you" I said, "When I go to a restaurant, I go to eat, when I go to the bar, well, I think you get the idea,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course," she chuckled</I></div> <div> <I>At the other end of the bar were sitting two of men who I had seen having dinner with the group of ladies, with her, the thick glasses. </I></div> <div> <I>I'm not one to listen in on other people's conversation, but they were talking loud enough, it was difficult to ignore that they were talking her.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Such a boring, cold intellectual," said the one, "I'm polite to her because of the others, but,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh my foolish colleague," I thought, "how blind you are, to my advantage,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yeah," said the other, "that constant fiddling with her hair, and napkins really irritates me,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Now THAT is some valuable information," I thought, "thank you for fools and their lack of reasoning, now all I need is the opportunity  and the exploit would fall into place.  How could these guys not see what to me is so obvious,"</I></div> <div> <I>It was close to midnight  when I was about to go back to my compartment and get some sleep, and here she came, sat next to those two guys to their offer of a stool.   </I></div> <div> <I>"Well, if they are that ignorant and false," I thought, "time for me to take action. Two idiots are not much of a challenge,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Could I have a soda straw," I asked the barmaid, " and one of those red paper napkins, and a shot glass, please"</I></div> <div> <I>"Here you are, " she said handing them to me, wandering what I was up to,</I></div> <div> <I>A small thin strip roughly ripped from the red napkin, tied in a makeshift bow around the straw, set in the shot glass.</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you set  this in front of the lady with glasses, please," I asked the barmaid,</I></div> <div> <I>"What shall I tell her," she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"NOTHING," I said, "just set it in front of her, and only IF she asks what it is, then simply tell her it's from the guy at the end of the bar. Nothing else,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Alright," she said as she walked over to her, set it in front of her,</I></div> <div> <I>I could hear, but I assumed she told her what I had asked her to, because all three of them looked over to me, which I acknowledged with the most subtle nod, and smile, and back to my drink.</I></div> <div> <I>Well, that unraveled all three, and her the most.  There was a buzzing of conversation, assuring I did not hear, and not that I needed to hear. That simple act, I knew had served its purpose exactly as I had intended. This was not time to think of going to sleep.  I had to sit here, enjoy my brandy, let my mind wander, ignore, and let it all smolder, appearing completely unconcerned. </I></div> <div> <I>Exactly as I had thought. Thanks to the comment by the two guys. She took the straw from the glass, appearing to examine as if trying to understand its meaning, which she well knew. Continuing her intellectual jabbering with them, BUT, it was only a few minutes, and she began fiddling with the straw, crimping, twisting, with both hands as she talked.  I learned a long time ago, a woman fiddling with anything while in conversation is preoccupied with other thoughts, not the present conversation.  She was thinking, wondering. Twice now I have unraveled her, and this time deeply.</I></div> <div> <I>Quite a while later, after slyly watching her squirm in her seat, now hoping these two guys would leave, one of them finally bid good night and left, the second still continuing with senseless small talk, which was not intended to humor her. It was obnoxiously obvious he was working on her mind that perhaps she would put in a few nice words about him to the other ladies.His talk was a pretentious personal self pleased, boasting, continually patting himself on the back for his so called accomplishments. The sort of self imaging which makes one want to spew their cookies.  His boring boasting , and  curiosity were well working on her patience. Simply she was trapped between curiosity, and his thinking he should not leave until she bid good night. A definite stalemate. Me,?, well I could sit there all night to see who would break down first, which of course was to my advantage also. The longer this dragged out, the more determined she would be to know. It was well after midnight when the whiskey and his own no stop talking took their toll. With some unneeded excuse, he bid her good night and left. </I></div> <div> <I>"Now let's see what happens," I thought, </I></div> <div> <I>She ordered another drink, picked up her drink and the now mangled straw, and cautiously made her way to the stool next to me, placed her drink on the bar, stood there, with straw still in her hand,</I></div> <div> <I>"What is this,?" she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"What is what,?"  I asked with a smile,</I></div> <div> <I>"This !", she said holding the straw closer to me, </I></div> <div> <I>"This," I said, taking a very gentle hold of her hand, the straw from her hand with my other hand, turned her hand over, opened it to flat of palm, gently rubbing it with my thumb, sort of examining, caressing, as she stood there, waiting for a response. I could feel her pulse gaining momentum, palm getting a nervous, clammy uncertain rush by my lack of words for these moments,</I></div> <div> <I>"This is the hand of a very sensuous, extremely attractive, desiring, warm woman." I said, softly, slowly, that she had time to absorb every word,,  then just looked at her with a smile,</I></div> <div> <I>"I meant the straw," she said, her hand now trembling slightly, shifting her feet a bit more nervously,</I></div> <div> <I>"The straw,?" I said, "did your male colleague impress you with his boasting,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"He's a boorish, clod, but what has that got to do with the straw,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Would two dozen red roses have gotten your attention,?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"I would have sent them back," she said,</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then, now you understand the straw," I said chuckling, "how else could I get the moment to hold your hand and know more about you,?" barely holding her hand, that she could pull it back any time she chose, without effort, yet standing there, slightly moving her fingers, undecided whether to leave, pull her hand back, or, what I sensed, relish my non intimidating approach. Then, still not pulling her hand back, slid herself onto the barstool, reached for her drink, yet only slid her fingers up and down along the cool sweating glass, looking at me, not sure how to answer, or if to answer, but did attempt to hide a choking, dry swallow.</I></div> <div> <I>Silence for quite a few minutes, yet more and more of a glowing flush from her neck to her forehead. It was my lack of any attempt at persuasion or conversation in any direction that was choking her up. It was up to her to decide to bit good night, begin a conversation, make a decision. </I></div> <div> <I>I learned a long time ago, never, never back an intelligent woman into a corner. "Let her weigh her decision, thoughts," I thought, and wait, as I took a sip of my brandy,</I></div> <div> <I>Without notice, a bright red glowing flush raced from her neck to her cheeks, her palm still in my hand felt like hot coals, then,</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," she whispered, slightly biting her lip, as if shocked that she simply just blurted it out, with her hand now trembling, and closed it around my thumb tightly, as if seeking reassurance that I understood her  "yes,".</I></div> <div> <I>I sat sill for a minute or two, to give her the time to digest her answer, then stood slowly, her hand still clenched around my thumb, as she hesitantly slid herself off the stool, waiting for me to lead the way. </I></div> <div> <I>Entering my compartment, as I closed and locked the sliding door behind us, closed the curtain,</I><I> she raised one foot to the bunk, unbuckled her shoe, tossed it to the floor, then the other, turned to me, took of her suit jacket, tossed that on the small bench by the window, and stood there. A quiet look to suggest, "OK, now your move,"</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>"Yes it is," I thought, "since she had made the decisive move," and what better than to unbuckle the belt on her skirt, undo the few buttons and slide it, with her slip down over her hips, slowly down her thighs, with light sliding kiss to her tummy, to her surprise, and now mine. Her stance, with anticipating chest, that I would unbutton the blouse, and to my surprise. Beneath her formal business suit, appearance, manner, stockings barely <IMG SRC="18c7ec80.jpg" border=0 width="126" height="200" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">midway up her pale, tender thighs, staring me deliciously in the eye, her bare pantyless pussy, to which I placed one slow lingering kiss on my way back up. "Who had laid siege to whom,?" I thought as I stood, to unbutton her blouse, and she now eagerly helping me off with my clothes. "it surely applied here, a man wonders if, and she wonders when,", and by her hot, writhing naked body now pressed tightly to mine, I no longer cared to question as I laid her slowly to the bunk. One arm pinned well under her back by the weight of her body, her arms tightly around my neck pulling my full weight to her chest, caressing her hot, damp thighs, to coax these tender, fleshy limbs to part, which she eagerly spread, my free hand she quickly pressed to her wet, sweltering ballooned cleft. Such scorching soaked heat from her pussy as I slid two fingers into her soft spongy aperture, quickly grinding, fondling with tight pressed fingers, groping, searching by her response for what gave her the most pleasure. Mine was not with intent as conquest, nor outperform what she had known before, it was with total ardor that I give her all, that I would then received best. Nibbling, kissing from her neck, to her breasts, gently biting on her firm pert nipples, to her squirming, blindly searching, pressing her breasts to keep them to my lips. With all the nimbleness, dexterity my fingers could perform, two fingers groping in her oozing, sticky pussy, with thumb pressed fumbling on her rigid clit, still managed to work one free finger deep into her butt. </I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhh myyy Ghhhodd," she moaned as I played among her clit, her pussy, her butt with all the energy and enthusiasm as a concert pianist playing arpeggios allegro animato, and she soaking it all in, thrusting, heaving, grinding her hips to my urging, her hot arousal juices flowing, with such  loud sloshing sounds as I rammed my fingers in and out of her depths.</I></div> <div> <I>I heard her glasses hit the opposite wall of the compartment, as she ripped them from her face and slung them clear as I made my way down along her belly to take a firm grip with slobbering lips of her clit. With fingers firm, eager, aggressive digging, probing in her pussy, her butt, I sucked her clitty, to her urging, that I thought I could feel it to my tonsils, yet she coaxed and begged, for more, not to stop. </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhhaauuugghhh, yyeessss, lll-l-likkkee thhhaaatt, oohh plleeassee, d-d-donnnt sshhttoppp," her whining, whimpering, vibrato pleas,</I></div> <div> <I>The more eagerly I assaulted her clit, the more vocal, and physical she became, tugging, pulling at my hair, to guide and press my lips tighter to her clit, with flaying, quivering, wrenching thighs,</I></div> <div> <I>"SSssssSSssuu-u-u-kkkk h-h-haaar-haar-haa-ddeerrr, lloouuuddeerr," she squealed, choking on her deep, high pitched gurgling words, slurring, slobbering, the noisier, and sloppier I sucked on her clitty. It was as much the sounds she heard from between her thighs as the feel of my determined aggression which was driving her higher and higher.  The strong spicy, heavy, musky scented, odor hanging thickly around us as she came, with such violence, again and again, with shrill, vibrato squealing voice, getting louder with each consecutive orgasm, that I was sure it would betray our lust to the other compartment to either side, yet I dared not jeopardize her moments of pleasure. As she had been directing me, I now had to direct and demand from her, laying on such an erection, that I was sure it would break if not eased soon. </I></div> <div> <I>"Turn over," I said in urgency, as I urged her to her knees, and spread wide again, that I could slide my aching cock into her heat.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh you feeelllll g-g-gooodd," I said, ramming deeper, harder into her,</I></div> <div> <I>"p-p-puttt yy-yyour finger in my butt," she blurted in her squeaky, trembling voice, "hhhaar-haarrdderrrr," thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting my cock, now dripping with her juices, harder, quicker in her. Thumb, pressed hard into her butt, kneading with fingers the wet tender flesh of her ass. </I></div> <div> <I>"Squeeze my titty, " she suddenly demanded, "yyesssss, l-l-likke tthhhaat," kneading her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers as she continued grinding her ass tighter, to my groin, to my thighs.  This was not a simple "fuck" as some might say, this was an orchestrated, well communicated, directed  sexual concert performed for the sole pleasure of the participants. When she came again, one last but not the least of several orgasms, my release within her fiery, scolding depths was as ten thousand bristles raking along the length of my cock. We froze in that position, still firmly mounted to her, slowly easing my drooling, cream coated cock back and forth in her, to her slowly swaying ass, caressing her back as we came down from our high.</I></div> <div> <I>"Have you got anything to drink,?" she asked, "my mouth is so dry,"</I></div> <div> <I>"All I have is some wine," I said</I></div> <div> <I>"That sounds even better," she said, "could you pour me a glass," as she eased herself again on her back, propped up against the compartment bulkhead,</I></div> <div> <I>"As soon as I get my legs untangled," I said, trying to straighten my legs,</I></div> <div> <I>Sitting there beside her, also resting against the bulkhead, sipping on my wine,</I></div> <div> <I>"I want to do that again," she said, taking a good swallow of her wine, fondling my limp, drenched, from our juices, cock, </I></div> <div> <I>"If you think you can get that hard again," I said, "yummmyyy,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I love the way you suck my clitty," she said, "and playing with your fingers in me like that. I wanted more and more, I couldn't get enough,"</I></div> <div> <I>I could see that she liked talking during and after heated sex.  She kept describing in such great detail all that she felt, what I was doing, the sounds my fingers groping in her were making.</I></div> <div> <I>"It turns you on talking about it," I said, "doesn't it,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," she said with a smile, "very much so, and you are so eager to accommodate me.  That's what makes it even better."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," I said, " we still have three more days on this train. What better way to enjoy the ride,"</I></div> <div> <I>"That's exactly what I was hoping you would feel also," she said, as simply as ordering a hamburger, "after this just now, I hoped you would enjoy as much as I to make the most of the time we have,"</I></div> <div> <I>"You can be sure of that," I said, "we do seem to have a natural, unspoken communications, and desires," and all this time she has not stopped fondling, playing with my cock, which I had almost ignored, were it not for the beginning of another mild erection. </I></div> <div> <I>"Roll over," she said, straddling my thighs, on her knees, wine glass still in her hand, "would you pour me a little more wine,", which I reached for with stretched arm from the floor, poured us each a bit more.</I></div> <div> <I>"This is nice, " I said, "you resting on my thighs, sipping wine, watching your body, your titties swaying to the sway of the train,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," she said, "this motion, gentle vibration, relaxes, arouses me. Especially that really, we are forced into relaxation, since we are stuck on this train.  Sort of like a secluded island," </I></div> <div> <I>"You have a good point with that," I said, as she's continually playing with my now well aroused cock, just as she was fondling the straw I gave her. "You enjoy just playing with that, don't you,"</I></div> <div> <I>Yes I do," she said with a chuckle, "so stiff, yet so soft, warm and fleshy at the tip, it relaxes me,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well it's doing more than relaxing me, " I said with a grin, "but, why hurry things, enjoy, let her play as she feels," I thought,</I></div> <div> <I>She just sat there, slightly rolling her hips, resting well on my thighs as she talked about how it felt to have my cock slide in her, a sip of wine, and I how soft, hot and wet her pussy was, a sip of wine. </I></div> <div> <I>"Well you do have such a sweet, succulent tasting pussy," I said, </I></div> <div> <I>"Really,?" she said, "tell me more,"</I></div> <div> <I>"It's like my tongue and lips could devour every delicious little soft morsel of your tender flesh," I said, "the more I licked to your clitty, the hotter and more flowing your pussy becomes,"</I></div> <div> <I>"It feels like a hot flame touching my clitty when you do that," she said, "if I didn't know what it was, I would think I was being burned. It's such an addicting searing rush through my body. That I know it's pleasure, I just want more and more of that enflamed feeling. The more intense, almost as pain, the more I want. It's amazing how our body craves that, isn't it,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes it is," I said, "and that's a similar feeling when inside you.  Like sparks of hot coals to the head of my cock, yet hoping for more,"</I></div> <div> <I>And so our conversation continued to the rolling motion of the train, sipping on our wine. It was becoming as much fun, playfully talking about our pleasure as the act itself. This uninhibited talk was relaxing, removing all possible barriers or inhibitions that may exist between us, not to mention the subliminal, gradual arousal without being directly aware of it. My very rigid cock firmly in her grip, as she talked, rubbing its head to her clit, again seeing the moisture gently oozing from her pussy to my thigh as my shaft rolled back and forth, parting her swollen mons veneris with each pass,</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you having fun,?" I said, teasing</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes I am," she said, "doesn't that feel good for you also,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course,!" I said, "arousing, yet almost hypnotic,"</I></div> <div> <I>"This is my, I want," she said pressing my cock harder to her pussy as she rubbed it back and forth, "next is your, I want,"</I></div> <div> <I>"And what is this, I want,?" I asked, knowing very well what she meant,</I></div> <div> <I>"We-e-l-l-l, we still have a couple of more days on this train. I like you, you like me, I hope, we have nothing nicer that we could be doing, so why not play I want, you want. I tell you what I want, and you go along with it, and then you tell me what you want, and I go along with your want. Sound like fun,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I love intellectual women," I thought, "they're always thinking, always planning, and she's not afraid to express her thoughts,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Now that sounds like good clean fun," I said</I></div> <div> <I>"Ok then, this is my I want," she said, "you just lie there, and don't do anything until I tell you, ok,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Alright," I said, "but don't you think now would be a good time to tell me your name,?,  Laughing, that we had never actually introduced each other,</I></div> <div> <I>"Melanie," she blurted, chuckling, "it never occurred to me we hadn't. NOW...... Here, set my glass aside," </I></div> <div> <I>No sooner had I set her glass and mine on the floor, she brought  her clitty out from under its hood, with two fingers, like a little shiny pale pink kernel, slowly rubbing the head of my cock to its nib. It seemed to reach out for my cock, between her fingers tightly pressed to her pussy. She just kept staring down to her efforts, almost in a trance as she gradually more  expeditiously pressed, grinding my cock to her clit, between her pudgy pussy lips. Slowly, with rocking, swaying hips, pussy tighter to my rigid shaft she so firmly held. </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh, that feels delicious," she softly moaned, as I laid there, watching, the pressure building in my aching cock, hoping I could hold it together as she needed.  "Let me feel it within," she said in anxious, quivering voice, near orgasm, burnishing her clit with the swollen head of my cock, raised herself slowly on her knees, pressing my erection back beneath her and slowly lowered herself as I watched my cock gradually vanish between her puffy, soft, wet mounds of pink flesh, the most aroused inner ripples of her pussy raking down along the shaft as she pressed her full weight to my thighs, a slight lean back, that I could feel her firm, hot depths pressing down on my cock. With such a slow, systematic rocking back and forth of her hips, as though all the raw, sensitive flesh within her was appraising, gauging, every detail of my cock. The heat of friction, raw flesh to raw hot flesh was almost unbearable pleasure.  With each sudden spasm near orgasm she would hesitate, holding back her orgasm, then again the rocking motion, prolonging the peak before orgasm. </I></div> <div> <I>"Press your hands to my breasts," she moaned, taking my hands to her, "I can feel your cock throbbing, can you feel that,?" flexing, twitching her inner muscles as she slowly rolled her hips around in a circling motion. Her tidy, slick shaven mons veneris, garnished only with shimmering creamy juices oozing between her pink flesh and my jutting veined rigid cock seemed to swallow my erection deeper each push down. A gradual increase in intensity of her moans, rolling, thrusting motion of her hips, withdrawing from within her, lapping pussy swallowing, repeatedly by her raising, lowering as to impale herself more violently to orgasm. </I></div> <div> <I>"dd-dddon-n-t hhhollld mmmeee downnn," she blurted, now flailing her arms outstretched to her sides, behind her, to my chest, to her hair, tugging at it as her head flung back frantically, as if trying to touch her elbows to the ceiling, hips thrusting at me in such a frenzy, thrashing my chest, tugging at her hair, over and over, consumed in her eruption. My cock as though it were being dislodged from its foundation, yet as she came, I could not but come with her, as I thrust my hips up to her explosive weight on me, jabbing, searching for her most inner depths. It was a duet of moans, unintelligible, chocking words of pleasure, as we set free, our lust, desires without concern for good manners, formality, our mutual satisfying of appetites to a gradual decrescendo amidst the curtain of musky, heavy aromas of lust released around us. Her hands resting, pressed with her weight to my chest, moist with the sweat of the energy released, one pass of her hand to her soaked pussy, massaging the moisture to my belly, as if pleased with the aftermath.  </I></div> <div> <I>Through her still dreamy, rolling eyes, looking at me, tangled hair from her own hands,</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm hungry," she said in a whispering, weak voice, "can we go get something to eat,?" still gently rocking her ass to my thighs,</I></div> <div> <I>"That's a good idea," I replied, "I'm starved, and could use a nice glass of brandy," as she unmounted herself, stood by the bunk, still slightly wobbly, looking around for clothing.</I></div> <div> <I>Dressed, we headed for the dining car, making our way to a table a bit farther from the other passengers, to subtle and not so subtle stares, glances at us from all, including her friends, who were all silent. </I></div> <div> <I>"They're staring at us," she said, "aren't they,?" as she sat with her back to everyone.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, " I chuckled, "with good reason,"</I></div> <div> <I>"What do you mean,?" she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Look at us," I said, "did you comb your hair.? I forgot to comb mine. Straighten the collar on your blouse, it's turned in,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, now I see," she laughed, "you look a bit rough yourself.  I guess they know we had fun. That will give them something to talk about the rest of the journey."</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm sure of that," I said, "one of your friends over there is wrenching her neck  to look over here,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, and I know exactly who," she said, " it's killing her right now, wanting details of why I missed breakfast with them this morning. But she won't ask openly, she'll pretend not to care, weasel questions, hoping I'll tell."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, one of them is heading over here to see you," I said, "looks like their curiosity got to them," as her friend approached our table, with a glass of sparkling wine in her hand, which usually means, they plan to be invited to sit,</I></div> <div> <I>"Well Deareee," said her friend, "we missed you at breakfast this morning,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you care to join us,?" I said, knowing dammed well that was what she wanted to hear, and wasted no time in plopping herself down, with introductions,</I></div> <div> <I>"We all decided to have a champagne brunch," she said, "sort of begin the evening early in the day. And what have you been up to,?" wide eyed hoping for something of value to take back to the rest of her friends,</I></div> <div> <I>"And gossip, of course," said Melanie,</I></div> <div> <I>"Why of course, Deary," she said, "isn't that a woman's privilege,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I suppose so," replied Melanie</I></div> <div> <I>"So. . Now, tell your dear friend what you have been up to,?" she insisted,</I></div> <div> <I>"Well actually, DEARIE," said Melanie very calmly, taking a sip of her tea, as simple matter of fact,  "We've been fucking all night," </I></div> <div> <I>With that her friend choked on her bubbly, spewing it out through her nose, Melanie, patting her on the back to stop her from choking, and ME,</I></div> <div> <I>well, I just sat there, took a sip of my wine, waiting to see what came next.</I></div> <div> <I>After a few minutes of choking, clearing her throat, and another sip of her champagne, </I></div> <div> <I>"Well Deary," said her friend, "you do have a good sense of humor. Maybe later you'll tell me what you've really been up to.  But you could have told me in a less shocking way to mind my own business," as she got up and headed back to the group.</I></div> <div> <I>"So much for that," said Melanie, "that'll teach her to pry,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Good shot," I said, "you got her right between the eyes,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, now she'll really be wondering what," she said, "because, THAT she won't believe, and I can't believe I said that," tears rolling down her cheeks, choking, trying to hold back her want to just burst out laughing.</I></div> <div> <I>I have to admit," I said, "you caught me of guard with that also, but it's exactly how I would have answered a snoop, and looks as though another one of your friends is coming over," as I watched get up from their table heading towards us,</I></div> <div> <I>"They're just itching for news," she said, "and they won't stop until they hear all the details.  That's the main topic of gossip when their husbands, or male friends aren't around.  Talking about them and their use, or uselessness."</I></div> <div> <I>"Good morning," she said as she approached out table, to our greetings,</I></div> <div> <I>"Millie forgot to mention that we made arrangements for a buffet dinner,  for seven this evening. Thought I best mention it before you made other arrangements for dinner," she said, as if it were understood, she, and or we would be there.</I></div> <div> <I>Melanie glanced at me, I shrugged my shoulders as, "as you please,"</I></div> <div> <I>then back up at her friend,</I></div> <div> <I>"We'll be there," she said, slightly emphasizing the WE,</I></div> <div> <I>"Good," said her friend, "then we'll see you two tonight, unless you would care to join us now for champagne and snacks,"</I></div> <div> <I>"No," said Melanie, "actually we planned on going to the observation car when we finish here, but thank you,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well alright then, we'll see you later this evening," and she went back to their table, where the whispering, and the occasional subtle glances from each of her friends towards us.</I></div> <div> <I>"Observation car,?" I asked, "this train has no observation car,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I know," she said, "so they'll spend an hour asking and looking for it, and wondering some more,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, now let's get to MY want," I said, taking a nice slow sip of my wine, "we have all afternoon till that dinner engagement with your friends,"</I></div> <div> <I>"And what is your want," she asked in a whispering voice, getting slightly flushed, "I hope it's as good as mine was,"</I></div> <div> <I>"In short, . . . "  I said, "I'm going to shave your pussy."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh myy," she said, with a slight nervous shifting in her seat.</I></div> <div> <I>"And then, without going into detail now," I said "we're going to entertain your pussy, until you say enough, without the occasional little hair getting lodged in my throat," with a serious grin,</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh myyy," she repeated, face flushed bright red, fidgeting in her chair.</I></div> <div> <I>"Because," I said, "you were ready for more last night, when we dozed off, weren't you,?</I></div> <div> <I>"We-e-ell, . . . I suppose so,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Then why don't we move ourselves in that direction," I said, "and we'll take a bottle of wine from the bar with us.'</I></div> <div> <I>"Better take two," she said, "it's several hours till dinner,"</I></div> <div> <I>"To the observation car,?" said one of her friends as we passed their table towards my compartment.</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," said Melanie, "maybe we'll see you there," as we kept slowly walking past them.</I></div> <div> <I>As soon as we were in the compartment, she kicked off her shoes to on e corners, unbuttoned her sweater, threw that on the top berth which I used for my luggage, arranged the pillows, and plopped herself on the bed, half sitting, lounging.</I></div> <div> <I>"She please," she said, pointing to the wine, "I'm going to need it for this, my heart has been racing since you told me your "want","</I></div> <div> <I>With my glass and hers I sat on the edge of the berth, handed her the glass, a slight clink, a mild toast to the pleasures to come.</I></div> <div> <I>"As you told me last night," I said, "you do nothing until I tell you, and enjoy the ride." setting my glass to the side, unbuttoning her blouse, slid it over her shoulders, as she fumbled with her glass between hands, then her bra off, a gentle caress, fondle of her breasts, feeling the heat of anticipation radiating from her chest, her pulse beginning to race, yet not a word, just fluttering shallow breaths.</I></div> <div> <I>"You have such beautiful tender breasts," I said, remembering that she liked to be talked to, "look at your nipples coming erect to my touch," as she looked down, they jutted out even more to my playful taunting words and touch.</I></div> <div> <I>"Raise your ass a bit," I said, undoing her skirt to slide it down over her hips, as she squirmed to keep from spilling her wine and raise her ass long enough for me to make the maneuver smoothly, leisurely as possible.  Her pale ivory colored laced panties already showing wetness from within her, between her very puffy pussy lips, outlined so perfectly, to the stretched tight sheer, transparent material. An arousing portrait in its own right, which held my attention with awe at the flowing lines, softness of a woman's body. These two bulging tender mounds anticipating my freeing them from the restraint of her panties, outlined so sensuously by the gentle bulge of the flesh of her pale thighs, above the tops of her restraining stockings. A moment's delay in removing her skirt completely, petting, caressing this tender flesh of her pliant trembling thighs, ballooning hot, moist mons veneris. </I></div> <div> <I>"Such a delicious sight," I said, looking up at her, back down to her pussy, "so soft, eager to be pleased," one more tender fondle, and continuing my removing her skirt,</I></div> <div> <I>"My Gchhodd," she said, swallowing her words, "you do know how to drive a woman wild with such few finesse." glass in hand, trembling, </I></div> <div> <I>"As I said, enjoy the ride," as I started sliding her panties down slowly over her hips, to her now raised ass, stopping just above her thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>"This is what we're going remove," I said, with a very, very gently fondling tug on her pussy hair, now wet with her arousal juices, sending a shudder through her as is if a cold chill ran up her spine. "bring all the soft succulent, tasty flesh of your pussy to light," with a hesitating, lingering pass of my fingers softly between her swollen, weeping folds.</I></div> <div> <I>"</I><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>uuu</I></FONT><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>mmm</I></FONT><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>mm</I></FONT><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>mm</I></FONT><I>," she moaned to my pausing fondling.</I></div> <div> <I>"See how nicely wet and swollen you are already," I said, in a whispering voice, making sure I talked, brought notice to her,</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm not sure I will survive this," she barely breathed out the words, looking down, partially closing her eyes, rolling her head back, arms limp to the berth, barely holding the glass from tipping, "and all you've done so far is take off my clothes,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, for an educated lady as you are," I mumbled, "you should know the mind is a powerful tool," sliding her panties down over her thighs, caressingly, slowly, off.</I></div> <div> <I>"Now let me get undressed, " I said,"would you like a little more wine,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," she mumbled, limply handing me the glass, petting her tummy with her other hand, beautifully naked, except for her stockings, lazing in that relaxed state, as I poured her wine, got myself quickly undressed, found my little portable electric razor, flipped it on and off, as much for the sound of it for her, as testing the batteries, slid a towel under her butt to catch the soft fur I was about to remove, again sat at the edge of the bed, leaning on one elbow between her slightly spread thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>"Just lean back, relax, and enjoy the royal treatment," I said, looking at her with a mischievous smile, flipped on the razor, and slowly began with the trimmer removing, gently, slowly mowing, her soft, damp hair, as she occasionally glanced down to see my handiwork. I had full intent to make this as lasting as either one of us could endure, yet such a perfect time, reason to fondle, spreading her thighs, first one leg higher, to the side, then the other, wider spread as I performed this extremely arousing labor. Then to the fine tuning, so to speak, assuring the remaining stubbles were well smoothed to her delicate, now well exposed pussy, fondling with fingers to spread her pink puffy mounds wider, revealing the palest, oozing peach colored flesh as I passed the vibrating razor around her clit, down to the cheeks of her ass, that the vibration, shaving never lost touch of her. Now such a smooth, delicious, inviting spread pair of hungry lips staring at me, getting me to such a state, it was difficult to keep focused on my mission, yet determined, relentlessly floating the smooth shaving her over, around her pussy, one, then two, then three fingers, in and out of her drooling, palpitating, fluttering pussy, begging for more lingering penetration as she urged her hips to my hand, to the vibration of the razor. Throwing her head back with each pass to her clit. The wine glass, still half full fell to the floor from her limp hand.</I></div> <div> <I>"OohhhhgggggGggGGcchhoddd," she moaned, "y-yo-yo-yourrr drivvvngg mee cc-craaazzyy," </I></div> <div> <I>She was lingering so close to orgasm, her whole body tense, waiting for the eruption, as I coaxed her to raise her ass, slide the towel from under her ass, I threw to the floor, razor to the side, wiping gently with damp cloth, the loose clinging fuzz. Such a succulent, delicious sight, as I laid myself between her thighs, this alluring, quivering, weeping pussy opening, wider inviting, pleading for my attention. </I></div> <div> <I>"Raise your legs," I softly whispered, not to wake her from the trance she was in, coaxing her hot thighs back and wider apart with both hands as I immediately laid siege to her spread breach with firm tongue, pressing deep in her sweltering wet heat, savoring her sweet hungry desire, sending rushing waves throughout my body, to my now very stiff cock pressed beneath me to the berth. </I></div> <div> <I>"Aauuugghhhhhhhmmmfffffff, yaaaaahhheeeecchhh," as I took hold of her protruding clit with lips, sucking on it, as she came the moment I took hold. Tugging violently at my head, several rapid, hard lunges with her pussy to my lips, that I thought she would drive my teeth up to my brain, yet I clung fast, that I did not falter now.  Then a few twitching aftershocks, and she went limp beneath me.</I></div> <div> <I>"oohhmmmyyyy, ooohhmmyyy,"  she repeated  as I kept my arms well around her hot quivering thighs, kissing, lapping gently with tongue around her pussy, every so slight of touch.</I></div> <div> <I>"augch,augch,augch," she muttered as I touched my tongue to her clit,</I></div> <div> <I>playing, caressing, for several minutes, her thighs swaying, rubbing to my cheeks, parting, to my cheeks, feeling her slowly coming back to within reach of another orgasm.  Again, her violent explosive thrusts to my probing tongue, sucking lips, feverishly holding her clit between my lips as I flicked my tongue hard beneath its crest, to her ever more spasmodic, quakes, tremors, shivering, guttural moans, words unable to decipher, one sudden thrusting finger deep in her butt, out, back in to its length, with groping tension, to the recoil, cringing of her hips with me second thrust in her, yet searching, pressing herself to my firm hand,</I></div> <div> <I>"aayyyeeeee, aauurrrrccchhhhhhhhhh,yyyeeaaakkkkkk," a sequestered scream, with her thighs crushing around my neck, pulling into her pussy as tight as she could, rolling hips from side to side, and again, went limp, collapsed beneath me,</I></div> <div> <I>"hhaacch,haachhchhhh," as I again continued as before with gentle passing, licking of tongue to her flowing pussy, gently sucking on her swollen mons veneris, </I></div> <div> <I>And so I continued that I could count, perhaps six, seven orgasms, each more intense, more violent than the preceding, each following, the less vocal, only her guttural, deep, chocking breathing, gasping for short, shallow breaths. </I></div> <div> <I>"No," she said, that I barely heard with my face still well between her hot, drenched, raw flesh, "No, st-st-sto-o-opp, I feel like every nerve in me is open to the air. I'm wrecked. Wow, ppff, pfff, that was incredible. I feel like a rag laying her, but so pleased, like all the bad has been drained from me."</I></div> <div> <I>As I untangled myself from between her thighs, and again sat at the edge of the berth, yet still petting, caressing her trembling thighs, her tummy, her breasts, very delicately.</I></div> <div> <I>"What are we going to do about this,?" she said, taking my still rigid cock in her hand,  "I don't have the strength for anything right now. I'm sorry." looking at me as if I had been seriously cheated.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, . . . . you just got the first half of my "want", I said with a lecherous grin, "didn't I mention that before,? After dinner we can see about the second half of the "want", "</I></div> <div> <I>"Ok," she said, "after this, I would agree to anything. But for now, could I have another glass of wine,?"</I></div> <div> <I>And so, we had another couple of glasses of wine, as she continued jabbering about all that she felt, to the last detail, each explosive orgasm, except the parts of crushing my neck between her thighs, trying to drive my jaw to my brain, which I now assumed, she wasn't even aware of.</I></div> <div> <I>After what seemed like several hours of reliving her experience, we slowly, and I do mean slowly, dressed ourselves, watching her stumble on her still weak legs, mumbling to herself, that her legs felt like rubber, somewhat combed our hair, she, a little lipstick, and to the dining care we went for the buffet dinner with her nosey friends.</I></div> <div> <I>"Gosh, Melanie," her snoopiest friend said, as we approached her"you look dreadful. By the way, that was not nice telling us about the observation car. We searched for an hour for it. You knew this train didn't have one, didn't you,?"  </I></div> <div> <I>"Really,?" she said, "we were told there was." still slightly dazed, slurring her words, still in the other world. </I></div> <div> <I>"Well then," her friend said, "would you introduce me your friend," looking at me, then back to Melanie,</I></div> <div> <I>Which she somewhat did, leaned over to her friend, whispered something in her ear, to her friend's gasp,  rolling eyes, bright red shocked face,</I></div> <div> <I>"WELL, . . " huffed her friend, "I wouldn't be interested in the observation car either then."  then took one red faced look at me, and led us both to where the others were seated, and we all made formal introductions. </I></div> <div> <I>"Where are your glasses,? Melanie," her other snoopy friend asked, "you can't see without them,"</I></div> <div> <I>"My glasses,?" she questioned, touching to her eyes, "somewhere, I guess," a flush again running from her neck to her cheeks.</I></div> <div> <I>And so the evening began, with questioning, curious, eager for some hint of something stares amidst the conversations. Glances to Melanie, glances to me, and so on. </I></div> <div> <I>One quiet moment in conversation sitting off to the side with Melanie,</I></div> <div> <I>"What did you whisper to her,?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"I said, quote, 'his kisses are sensational, my clitty is still tingling,' " she told me, I laughed, </I></div> <div> <I>"Wonderful," I said, "now they will definitely have some juicy conversation afterwards,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I hope you don't mind,?" she said,</I></div> <div> <I>"Mind,???, a bit late to be asking that, but no I don't mind,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well I was dreading this journey with them," she said, "now I'm dreading its end.  I didn't know a train trip could be such fun,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Actually, neither did I," I said </I></div> <div> <I>"It's fun for me," she said, "because I don't feel threatened, or intimidated with the openness of our having fun.  By that I mean, exactly that, having fun, not for the sake of competing or thinking of moral scruples."</I></div> <div> <I>I laughed, "I wonder if I have any moral scruples," I said, "and If I thought I did, I would do my best to rid myself of such. "</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then why don't we ease ourselves out of here," she said quietly, "they won't miss us.  They're too busy boasting amongst each other about all they wish they had done." as we slowly moved away from the table, to the bar, with several heads following our movements, ordered another bottle of wine, waited till their interests were no longer on us, and in the direction of my compartment, which of course was her idea. With good reasoning. They all knew where her compartment was, but not which was mine.  Why would  we want her curious friends possibly coming to visit.</I></div> <div> <I>As soon as I closed the compartment door, closed the curtains, she was tearing off her clothes. </I></div> <div> <I>"It feels soooooo good getting these off," she said, as I was still struggling to get mine off, then pour the wine, standing there with a well formed erection already.  Her relaxed enthusiasm, her heat radiating, it was an involuntary response.  </I></div> <div> <I>"SO, tell me," she said, pressing her breasts to my back, arms wrapped around me, playfully fondling my erection, while I poured the wine, "what is the second part of your want,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"The second part,?" I said, "to revel in your female charms until you are about to unravel. To amuse myself, to amuse you until we are both at the verge of unable to restrain,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhhhhh,  yyyummmyy, " she hummed, "you mean like slow and lingering,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"That's what I mean," I said, taking a sip of wine, as she laid herself on the berth, sliding to the bulkhead to make room for me,</I></div> <div> <I>I had been thinking of this position since dinner.  It was as much with selfish intent as with giving her pleasure.  As from Tantra, pleasure received is equal to pleasure given. Now to put that to the test.</I></div> <div> <I>Another sip of wine, glass set aside, </I></div> <div> <I>"Relax," I said,  laying myself across her tummy, resting on my elbow, back to her, and gently coaxed her to spread her thighs before me. </I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="195a1c70.jpg" border=0 width="161" height="199" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">"Ohh</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>hhh</I></FONT><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>hhhhhh</I></FONT><I>," she moaned as I pulled the folds of skin covering her clit back, exposing the little jewel to view, and my teasing fingers. With two firm fingers from one hand, I kept her little nib completely exposed, that it could not hide itself again beneath its sheath, with my other hand fondling, parting her very swollen mons veneris, two fingers well in her depths, fiddling, sliding back out to coat this shiny, erect clitty with her creamy nectars, massaging around, beneath, gently tapping with wet finger to its glistening crest, to her gradual increase in swaying, trance like motion.  Her soft, fleshy thighs undulating, like soft rolling ocean waves as I played with rapidly gliding finger beneath her clitty, to slow caressing, brushing passes along her pleated quivering inner folds of pastel pink bare skin. Rushes of tremors, flushes of all the shades of pale colors shifting in hue as the burning of arousal raced from her thighs, to her deliciously spread breach, to the flexing of her tummy muscles twitching beneath my chest.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ooohhoohhhhhuummmmmm," she kept softly moaning, enjoying the ride up, knowing I would not abandon, no need for haste. I, . . ? Well, I was enjoying the wonder of her response to my play, seeing her pussy so well laid open, so eager to be pleased, her clitty, such a pale shimmering pink, flinching to every touch, yet begging for more.  The creamy, flowing moisture, as beads of morning dew, glistening, reflecting the warm dim light, then to bright sparkles as they slowly slid down along the smooth pale spread folds, along the cheeks of her now wet ass, and dripping gently to sheets beneath.  A quintet of fingers playing on, around her bare, exposed clit,  a quintet of fingers playing, teasing the quivering, fluttering folds of her pussy, now laid open like a succulent oyster floating in its juices, waiting to be devoured.  </I></div> <div> <I>"</I><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>Oohhh</I></FONT><I>au</I><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>uuchhhhGhcco-</I></FONT><I>o-odd</I><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>dddd</I></FONT><I>," her high pitched whining, to my rapid light tapping to the crest of her clit, fingers groping deeper in her oozing, slippery, washed with her creamy thick nectars hot aperture as it opened, inviting, then closed around my fumbling fingers. </I></div> <div> <I>"yyaaaaeeeechhhhh,ooouuummm,cchrr,cchhrrr,cchhrr," she squeeled, squirmed, thrusting hips, twitching thighs and cheeks of her fleshy soft ass, as I finessed a finger deep into her butt, then out, then deeper yet, probing, within her sweltering wet cavities, all her tender, pulsating, niches in orchestrated harmony. Her thighs thrashing, fleshy muscles rolling along her legs, pleading not to stop, and more of whatever I was doing. </I></div> <div> <I>With fingers firmly digging, probing in her hot depth, raw clitty laid open to my view, I delved my lips and tongue to this inviting little crest, and sucked it tight between my tightly pinched lips, as her pussy, butt puckered, crunching to my fingers,</I></div> <div> <I>"aauuuucchhhhhhhhhhhh,pppfff,pfffff,pff,pff,pff,pffp," inhaling short shallow breaths, shaking as though convulsing, lacking the strength to breathe as she came, flooding my rapidly fumbling fingers, a pool of her juices to the sheets, as my intent, that this night, this journey be etched in her brain, as if carved in stone. Such a wonderous rich feminine aroma misting, this veil of all her fragrances clinging to my nose. My eyes lingering on her drooling, quivering spread pale pink, hypnotized by all her pent up sexual, sensual desires. She was wallowing in the pleasurable attention and my efforts as much as I was delving in her eruptions.</I></div> <div> <FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>oowwee</I></FONT><I>,oo</I><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>wwe</I></FONT><I>e,</I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>au,auu,auu</I></FONT><I>,I-I-I-</I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>aayy</I></FONT><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#C0C0C0" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>eeeeeee," </I></FONT><I>she</I><I> screamed, biting her hand to muffle her own voice, "auuuchhh, MyyyGhhcco-o-o-ddd," her hand still well in her mouth, </I></div> <div> <I>"No time to waste," I thought, "I have to know this heat within her," as I coaxed her over, to her knees, her ass she eagerly raised, searching for my rigid shaft,  face buried in her pillow as I drove my painfully aching, throbbing cock in her, driving to her torrid depths with such greed I had not known.     </I><I> </I></div> <div> <I>Like a thousand tiny scorching tongues lapping at the swollen tender flesh of my cock as she spreads her quivering thighs wider that her hot depths may swallow all that I had to give. With each withdrawal, my cock withdrew her flowing hot nectars, along her thighs it flowed, with each thrust into her scorching void, the sounds of drenched flesh, as lapping waves on a shore before a storm. I knew I came, with explosive, delicious as pleasurable pain, yet never slowed my thrusts, withdrawals, and harder still thrusts to her chocking, muffled, by the pillow voice, "hmhhhamaarrddhheerrrr,hhrdr,dddoonsshtttoopp," the thousand tiny tongues within her depths raking violently along my throbbing cock as she came again. It was the orgasms of the joy and ecstasy of being desired without restraint or conscious thought. Such uninhibited, pleasing energy spent in such a short time, yet every part of the body so satisfied, frozen for moments after satisfying our soul's desires, in that position of the final moment, mindlessly caressing the soft cheeks of her ass, along her arched back, to kneading hands tracing back down her waist, again and again, my cock with moments of after shock tremors sending quivers throughout my body, her hands still gently, without pause, fondling my gaunt balls. </I></div> <div> <I>"ugh shfgr uusmn bdddny," she mumbled, slobbered with her face deeply buried in her pillow, not one word understandable,</I></div> <div> <I>"Yeah, me too," I said, "but what did you say,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I said," as she raised her head from the pillow slightly, my limp cock still somewhat in her warm depths, "I could sure use a nice brandy right about now,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then," I mumbled, not really wanting to relinquish the agreeable soft, warmth of her, "why don't we untangle, and go to the lounge car for and after and before distraction brandy and coffee,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Then untangle yourself," she mumbled again, from the comfort of her pillow, also not making any real effort to move, "and you really think there will be an after, . . .after the brandy,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"It sounds good," I said, 'unmounting' myself, now standing beside the bunk, looking at her, still in that lazed, crouched position, "doesn't it,?"</I></div> <div> <I>She also, slowly unwrapped herself  from the bunk, we staggered around looking for clothing, somewhat dressed, quick comb through hair, and to the lounge car.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, well," her meddlesome friend said, grinning, "you look as though you're well rested,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well rested,?" her other snoopy friend blurted, "they look as though they've run a marathon, beads of sweat still on their brows. So tell us all, what have you been up to,?" laughing, knowing she wouldn't get an answer on that, as Melanie leaned down to her, whispered in her ear, and found a place at the table to sit down.</I></div> <div> <I>I grabbed a chair from another table, pulled it along side her and called for the barman, watching the red, embarrassed flush on her friend's face.</I></div> <div> <I>Out of boredom, curiosity, whatever, we had become the focus of attention and question by the rest of the ladies, while their male companions simply sat there, not prepared for such openness among the ladies. What has always amazed me, is that amongst themselves, these guys boast of all the things they would say, yet when given the opportunity as these ladies were, they become stone silent.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Well now, " said her red faced friend to me, "what is your secret that holds Melanie's attention so well,? Do tell us."</I></div> <div> <I>"Quite simply," I said, "it's a matter of linguistics, and diction. Parlance, let's call it. Knowing when and where to apply the punctuation with the right finesse and dexterity."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhh, myyyy," she replied, even more red faced, "you DO have a way of expressing yourself with such clarity.", and now it was time for me to whisper in her ear, as I leaned closer to her, </I></div> <div> <I>"I'll bet that just soaked your panties, didn't it,??" with soft, warm breath of words to her ear, as she choked on her drink,</I></div> <div> <I>"Any other questions,?" I asked, leaning back in my seat,  taking a sip of my drink.</I></div> <div> <I>"He does have of way of getting your attention," said Melanie, "doesn't he,?"</I></div> <div> <I>And so, the duel of questions, curiosity, and witty replies continued.  The evening was turning into a series of decadent innuendoes, which the ladies were taking great pleasure in, and again, their male companions completely unaware of the wonderful potential presented here.</I></div> <div> <I>"Let's go for a walk," said Melanie to me, after getting a refill on our brandies, "it's getting late."</I></div> <div> <I>"Late for what,?" said one of her friends, "we have all night,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Dumb question," I thought, and waited, knowing there would be a reply from Melanie,</I></div> <div> <I>"And so do we," she said, twiddling her fingers to say "good night,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I think you rocked their boat a bit there," I told Melanie as we left,</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you like to rock our boat a bit,?" she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"I thought that was the plan,?" I said, "isn't it,?" as we made our way back into my compartment, slide the door closed, latched, curtains closed, and NOW, tearing off clothes.  Their questions, innuendoes, etc. had done a fine job of putting us back into the spirit of the night again.</I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="1a4dba50.jpg" border=0 width="219" height="165" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="2">"Come here," she said in a sly, teasing voice, gently leading, tugging at my balls as she laid herself slowly back on the berth.</I></div> <div> <I>So softly she held my balls as though fingers were of warm satin, instant erection by her delicate fondling, tugging. I had no doubt she had a well planned, determined course in mind, as she kept a gentle leading, guiding hold as I followed her lead, on my knees until I was well straddled over her breasts. With such an exploring fondling between her fingers, in the palm of her hand, grasping my rigid cock as if a prize she had won, staring at it, yet as much with a look of planned intent as with appraising it's possibilities for pleasure. Raising her chest to press, and grind her breasts to my thighs, then delicately rubbing her right nipple to my inner left thigh, left nipple to my right inner thigh, back and forth so slow, methodical, yet never releasing the exploring grip with both hands on my cock. Only the sounds of her soft, muted, gurgling moans, the clicking of the tracks, as though she was putting herself into a sensual, erotic trance.  A slight, weak push back  with one hand on my belly, that she could bring down my stiff, throbbing cock to her breasts, pressing its soft shimmering head to her proud jutting nipples, my prelude juices like beads of dew clinging each, then with flat palm of her moist hot hands grinding the tender head of my cock to the crest of her hard nipples in a circular motion, first one breast, then the other and back again, watching herself through drooping eyelids. I'm sure with her, as with me, the rhythmic motion of the train, the constant hypnotic sound of the steel rails with slight vibration felt in out berth masked all other thoughts and sounds.  I have never seen any woman get such pleasure from such a simple, delicate playful act. Seeing her dreamlike eyes, expressions of pleasure, her fingers examining every detail, fold of tender flesh, listening to her sporadic, slow deep breathing, that continual diffused, murmuring, senseless words was keeping me with an almost unbearable pulsating erection, yet in that unbalanced balance to the rocking of the train on my knees, I could only come close to release.  She knew what and why she was doing what she was doing. A prolonging of pleasurable agony, hovering, teetering on that edge of orgasm, the brink of no return.  I can't say when during this relaxed play of hers with my cock to her breasts, but my fingers found their way, groping between her smoldering, wet, so soft to touch mons veneris, bringing her hot flowing nectars from within her with each  invasion and withdrawal of my fingers. Spreading her hot nectars over and around her protruding clit, then fingers deeper in her depths again.  Such a slow, leisurely orchestration of arousing fondling, exploring. With each plunge of my fingers into her hot flowing depths, her thighs clenched, quivering tightly around my hand as if to coax them deeper in her, rolling my rigid cock with flat of hand from one breast to the other and back, molding her breasts around it with her other hand, again the soft tender head of my cock grinding on her jutting nipples, milking drops of my oozing prelude juices to her, from beneath her hot palm, that I could barely keep from loosing complete control. The heavy musky odors of our arousal, sexual steaming sweat now emitting from us, around us, that heavy damp warm scent of sex.  My eyes and mind fixed on her self pleasuring with my cock, dabbling deeper with two fingers in her, her eyes as much drooping closed as open, us both in sort of a dream state with no thoughts of leaving it, but the gyration, her grinding clenched hot thighs around my groping hand, more and more animated, rocking from side to side, her hot damp trembling belly rolling beneath the cheeks of my ass. </I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="1a5e4a60.jpg" border=0 width="228" height="166" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="0">"I can't hold back much longer," I thought, "just too much happening here with us both,", when I felt a slight release of my hot juices beneath her pressing palm, as I clenched my teeth to hold all back. As if a prize she had collected, rubbing my hot release over her pert swollen nipples, my cock firmly now grasped, rolling its shimmering head around those erect, cream covered nipples. </I></div> <div> <I>"Deeeppprrrrr,hh-hhrrrdddrrr," she moaned, "pprressss, prrrss in ddeeepper," clenching, crushing my hand between her crossed legs,  trembling thighs, such a heat from the thick soft flesh around it, grinding my cock harder to her breasts, unbearable pleasure, then, as she must have felt I could no longer control, pushed my to the side, yet holding with firm grip to my cock, </I></div> <div> <I>"Rolll,rroll,overrrr," she hastily muttered, trembling, soft, eager voice,</I></div> <div> <I>"I knnnoww, I knnow," I said with equally eager voice,  I rolled to my back, taking hold of her hips, as she quickly buried my aching cock deep in her, with all her weight to my thighs, rolling hips, grinding, impaling herself on my pulsating shaft. </I></div> <div> <I>All I could do was let out some horrific grunting, groan as my cock was feeling all the heat, wet quivering flesh within her, like thousands of tiny, rasping fingers raking my cock as I came to her explosive orgasm. My hands on her thighs, fingers kneading the soft flesh, her hands behind her, digging in my thighs as she thrust her hips harder and faster back and forth, such force, energy, I could feel my cock being sucked in deeper by her hot inner desire for all she could get. That explosive release I had sent shock waves though my brain, pleasurable pain.</I></div> <div> <I>"OhhhchhhMyGhhoddd," she moaned, barely breathing, "thhhaaat was unbelievable,pphheewww,ppff,pfff,pfffff,", trembling voice,</I></div> <div> <I>"I know," I said, "like hot oil rushed through me,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I don't know what it was," she said, weakly, "but it felt so good rubbing your cock on my breasts, I didn't want to stop. Why would that be so much more arousing than anything else to my breasts,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I don't know," I said, "but I could see in your face you were somewhere else,"</I></div> <div> <I>Some time in the middle of our senseless, afterplay mumbling we must have fallen asleep to the rhythmic clicking of tracks.</I></div> <div> <I>It was the same clicking of the tracks, rocking of the train which woke us some time well into the morning I guessed.  That, and me now hanging on for life to keep from getting pushed to the floor.  She had made herself quite comfortable, at my expense, sprawled more than there was room on that, fit only for one and a half person berth. </I></div> <div> <I>"Good morning," I said, struggling to find comfortable space on the berth.</I></div> <div> <I>"Good morning, I guess I sort of stretched out," looking at me barely hanging on, trying to make room for me beside her.</I></div> <div> <I>This was of course our final destination.  We were perhaps only a few hours from end of the line.</I></div> <div> <I>"I think we better get dressed, pack our bags, and maybe some breakfast," I said, 'don't you think,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I think so," she replied, somewhat not yet prepared to relinquish her comfort zone.</I></div> <div> <I>With that we slowly made ourselves, our bags ready and went to breakfast.</I></div> <div> <I>All her friends already in the dining car, finishing breakfast.</I></div> <div> <I>The usual exchange of morning greetings, we found a table, sat, ordered. </I></div> <div> <I>A few hours later we pulled into Sirkedji railway station in Istanbul. </I></div> <div> <I>We did not exchange contact addresses, long good-by's,  just a friendly kiss, and . . . .</I></div> <div> <I>Several weeks later, when back to my home, unpacking, I found the train schedule with a line drawn through the trip I had just taken, a dining car menu with one starter dish checked and her initials beside the check mark.   </I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I><B>Fini -   ? ? ? ? </B></I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I> <embed src="HTMLobj-511/Russian_Romance_EB.wav" autostart="true" width="145" height="70">  </I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>