I’m Melanie, tall slim blonde with hazel eyes. Small tits, but proud of my long thin legs and firm, perky ass. Last summer, end of a sunny day, I boarded the night train from Paris to visit a friend down south. Light gray short floaty skirt, sky blue tank top, brown leather sandals. Underneath, simple white cotton string and bra – heat made lace too irritating. First class compartment, alone by the window. Reading a new book, eyelids heavy, train humming south.
Wheels clack over rails. Outside, fields blur into dusk. My bag on the rack above, ticket in pocket. Dozing off when train jolts at some station. Door slides open. Man enters. ‘Bonjour,’ he smiles. I smile back. He sits opposite, dives into thick book. But his eyes flick to my legs. Crossed, skirt riding high on thighs – decent, but teasing. I sneak glances. Forties, dark hair cropped short, tall built frame. Canvas pants, shirt, loafers. Suitcase stowed quick.
The Stopover
Train stops at more stations. No one joins. Silence but for corridor footsteps, distant chatter. Bookmark slips, falls between feet. I lean – he stops me. ‘Let me.’ Kneels, picks it. Looks up, eyes piercing. Hand with bookmark slides up my right leg. Ankle to mid-thigh, brushing inner skin. Pauses where thighs press. Other hand lifts my leg, spreads thighs wide. Frozen. Shocked, aroused. Pussy wetting my string fast.
Hands on thighs, explores under skirt. Thumbs rub pussy over cotton. Eyes locked. Thumbs slip under, one between lips, one on clit. Soft sighs escape. Thumb dives full in. Bite lip to stifle moan. Pulls out, hands to waist. Hooks thumbs in string sides, slides panties down legs. Sniffs deeply, smiles at soaked crotch. Pockets them. Head under skirt, mouth on bare pussy. Tongue magic – laps lips, circles clit tenderly. Hand kneads tit through top. Cries build – he stuffs panties in my mouth. Gag heightens thrill. Hands spread thighs wider, watch skirt bob. Hands on his head, grind as orgasm nears. He amps tongue, squeezes tits. Explosive cum rocks me.
Eyes open, he’s pants down, cock at face level. Average size, curved, shaved smooth. Hand at base, stroke slow. Eyes beg suck. Lips on glans, suck deepens. Tongue flicks, swirls like lollipop. Vary rhythm, gentle. Want him inside, not cum yet. Deep throat him full – not my thing, but doable. Hands on firm ass, hold seconds, gasp air. He holds condom.
Gaze thanks blowjob, invites more. Tear packet, roll on. I stand, he shakes head at tank top. Sits, pulls hips. Straddle, guide cock in slow. Savor stretch. Still, arms round neck. Hands on tits, unclasps bra, pulls out, kisses nipple. Ondulate – forward-back, circles, deep.
The Transit
He grips hips, bounces me. Legs flex, feel slide in hot pussy. Pleasure builds steady. Lifts me, turns. Bend over seat, ass up. Thrusts deep, holds hips. Lifts leg on seat, deeper. Hands roam thighs, ass, tits. Pushed to far wall, grab luggage bars. Kneel on seat, arms up, offered. Panties back in mouth. Pulls out, kneels. Licks soaked pussy, tongue to ass. Shake no – he respects, re-enters slow deep pumps.
Pull off, turn. Strip tank, sit edge, thighs wide. He kneels, slams deep, sucks tits. Straightens, thrusts slow to fast. Grip asses, eyes locked inches apart. Intensity peaks. Squeezes thighs, cock pulses – my orgasm crashes with his jets. Panties gag screams.
Pulls out, bins condom. I spit panties, recover. Eyes open – dressed, grabs bag. Index to lips, ‘shh.’ Exits. Dress quick, fear corridor eyes. Window lights hypnotize, sleep deep.
Controller wakes: arrived. Friend on platform notes weird vibe – ‘tired.’ Hand under skirt: soaked pussy, no panties. Real.