At the stroke of midnight and with a clatter of carriages our journey of debauchery has begun.
How we got to this point, however interesting is perhaps a story for another time, so let's just pick it up from here.
As we enter cabin No8, I can smell the leather of the two thick, deep red sofa beds, one either side of the narrow cabin. In between them sits a small countertop table. The lighting is low and warms the senses.
Framing it all , a full-sized window to our moving world. The city lights a whirring blaze of colour.
We place our luggage on the sofas and turn to face each other, our bodies gently swaying to and frow with the rhythmic movements of the train. We take delight in holding each other's gaze. Our feelings electric!
She is dressed all in black with heels, stockings and a tight dress that hugs her beautiful curves.
Her lips are painted the deepest of red, I've been longing to taste them again.
My approach is slow, controlled and deliberate........I will take my time.
I pull her in close for our very first kiss. I take a bite of her lip and hear a soft moans.
I now instruct her to be silent and still, close her eyes and to just............feel!
Standing behind her now, our bodies just millimetres apart. I trace my fingers from behind her ears and run them down her neck and shoulders. I run my fingers down her low-cut dress, this is where my hands have entered.
Her breasts are cupped in my hands, I find her nipples and give them a gentle tease, I pluck at them I twist and I squeeze them until they are firm and erect.
One hand around her throat, the other slowly scratches down over her dress down her thigh and to her knee. I lift her dress and slip my hand down her panties.
My fingers gliding over her silken pussy in perfect rhythm with the gentle motion of the carriage..........she's getting wetter. This is my bliss.
My hot tongue explores her neck, I have a lick a suck and a bite as I please. I Suck on her lobe and whisper those sweet nothings,. That she is my slut and mine to please!
I back her against the door pull my fingers out of her panties as we both taste her delights. I face her toward the little table and I leave her there in her mess, and she watches as I unpack tonight's naughty pleasures.
On the table go the six instruments of our seduction.
A blindfold, a leather paddle, a gag, a peacock feather, some rope and a big white candle. Hedonistic are my desires.
I approach her with a black leather collar in hand and place it round her neck, I pull her body tight against mine, I let her feel my hard cock rubbing against her dress, I put her cheeks into my hands, I kiss her passionately and tell her she's been a very good girl.
But it is here, this chapter of our journey ends. A little interlude if you will as we leave cabin No8, hand in hand we head to the beverage carriage to continue our romantic dalliance.
I will take my time! |
