Wow! Wow! Wow!...Wow! Wow! Fucking hell it’s today, thought Rider, our first party, hosting our first fucking party. He sighed; a long apprehensive, yet appreciative sigh. Then he smiled and thought of all the pleasures that were in store later that night. Wow...indeed!
Rider had first met Dragon - his friend, partner, girlfriend and the lady he now loved on a pretty normal-ish internet dating site fifteen months earlier. He’d first been drawn to Dragon’s profile by her five selfies; of course for Rider, being a man, she had to look good – and she did. Now what was it from her ‘About Me’ on Dragon’s profile page had Rider liked...that’s it, “If you have looked at my profile already, you may have seen that I was originally on here looking for a brief intimate encounter with a woman.” Now that certainly warranted a message or two thought Rider.
And so it was that following a few brief, well written and punctuated messages, which mainly covered food, musical preferences and the odd scant reference as to whether or not Dragon had actually found a woman with which to have a brief encounter with that Dragon agreed to meet Rider. Or was it the other way round? Anyway at this point it doesn’t matter.
So this is where we’ll pick things up from. Hello. I’m Rider, well actually I’m not at the moment, not at this point in time anyway. I’m Bradley Sumner, Brad to my friends and family, and I’m currently sitting on a cross city train on my way for a first date with The Lady Eleanor. Okay, that’s her screen name from the date site, I’m on the way to my first date with the delightful and extremely pretty, assuming the photos on line are recent that is, Ellie Waters.
We’re meeting at the Brook Street station car park, Ellie’s choice, and then having dinner, and a few beers, in the Candlewick Arms; which is quite near to the station. The journey should take about twenty-five minutes, which gives me time to tell you all about her, or at least what I know.
Now according to her profile she’s forty-one, three years older than me, but then that might not be true. The last one I’d met had put that she was forty, but judging from the snake leather look of her skin she either had a very faulty sunlamp or was well into her fifties. Ellie and I had laughed about that on the phone, people pretending to be someone they’d rather be, an adventurous inner self. I asked who she’d like to be and was quite surprised when she said Sarah Bradbeer from The Time Store book, how spooky I’d only finished reading that a few weeks back. I was even more surprised when Ellie told me how she had fantasies of being Jenna Blue, apparently a character from one of those erotic novels generally bought by women; of which I’ve now read three.
Brown hair, gray eyes and standing at 5ft 6 she described herself as slim build. I eventually got round to asking about vitals, obviously me being a man – that’s important. Anyway the best I got was a size ten to twelve with 36 almost a B bra size. Perfect I like small breasts, especially the type with small nipples which go hard as soon as you breathe on them. Size six shoe, and I can’t for the life of me understand why that’s important; oh and a Libra, not that I remotely know anything about stars and horoscopes.
We share the same musical tastes; bit of seventies prog rock and a few decent modern bands, mainly rock though. You can’t beat thrusting until you’re balls deep into a nice tight pussy to a bit of hard rock music.
Mmm, hold on we have a new arrival about to sit opposite me on the train. Female, mid twenties at a guess, short brown hair and beautiful matching brown eyes; very kissable lips, not too thin and well defined. She has a very nice shape to her smooth, slightly tanned legs; definitely not sun bed tan, more remnants of a good late summer holiday. Okay, not my usual type size wise; but in the absence of anyone else to mentally undress and fuck on a moving train, she’ll more than do.
Let’s begin by imagining that we’re on one of those long Pullman type trains where the carriages have separate compartments which usually seat six; the type which has pull down blinds and a door leading to the corridor, perfect. I’m in there alone, reading a book on tarot cards, she slides the door open.
“Hi. Are these seats free?” she asks, in a very sexy voice
“Erm. Yes...yes they are.” I’ve replied. “Here let me help you.”
“Thank you.”
Okay so I’m helping her with a case, putting it upon to the overhead rack, when she caresses my bum. Come on this is my imagination; if that’s how I want this to start I can have her caress my bum.
Hang on...how about this, forget the case and let’s skip past all the pleasantries. Let’s just move straight to the point where I’m looking down at her cupping my balls in one hand and squeezing them gently whilst slowly running the shaft of my throbbing, thick cock through the palm of her hand. Yes that’s it Mmm.. her tongue flicks at my pulsating end as she takes me into her mouth. I reach my hand round to the back of her head, gently forcing more of my hard cock deeper into her mouth.
I can feel myself swelling within my jeans whilst I imagine the young lady across from me dropping to her knees; I’d love to know what’s coursing through her mind right now, maybe she has me fucking her from behind, or maybe she’s... damn she’s getting up.
As the train pulled away from Sutton Green station, I watched my fantasy lady walk down the platform; I’m sure she tipped me a wink and a smile as our eyes met upon passing. Next stop, mine. I’ll soon get to meet Ellie – at last.
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