Dinner for one……. Erotica

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Vicky is the plucky heroine in my sexy adult tale and she’s age 25, please take note NSFW. Not to worry though, it’s only written for fun and is a tale which may or may not be true. Lol you decide. © Written by A. Shepherdson.

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Spread my legs or whipped cream in my mouth?” she said reclining back into her soft quilt. “What’s it to be Jason?”

Jeeze there’s a dilemma and a half I thought to myself, Vicky’s question quite literally an electric shock pulsing through conductive salts in my brain!

Lovemaking was to be either or, but not both! All you need to understand this March evening is when you chat to a young lady on the internet with sex in mind, the lady may perform a choice. Giving both of herself is greedy, just know we’re two lovers who’ll never ever meet again and I’d better choose because we don’t have a great deal of time.

I wrote a little about meeting with a lady in a previous post and using baking a cake as an analogy, because I wasn’t sure how far WordPress would allow me to go. But after blogging for a while I’m absolutely convinced children don’t read blogs, because quite bluntly they have better things to do and I NEVER place sexual photos on a blog.

Yes I’ll wear silk black stockings but that’s an old old story!

Vicky laying out before me, a beautiful blonde haired young lady, slim with such milk white skin as I’d never seen before also the kind of tits that are fulsome yet at the same time devoid of firm ness? So much so when she bent over they hung down stretched pendulous, however now reclining back on the bed propping up her weight on one elbow, her tits came to rest by her sides. A slight exaggeration maybe, but only women will understand my clumsily painted picture, yes her breasts were fulsome pendulous squishy and certainly not firm.

Put it another way her boobs weren’t high and round, two feminine qualities another lady friend of mine was most proud of, jeeze she told me enough times by email and yes they were ‘high and round’ as her many photos proved.

Never squeezed them though, she lived in the USA!

I have a habit of getting off track, sorry, so paraphrasing a little, the young lady asked me,

“Shall I spread my legs or you ‘come’ in my mouth, which is it to be?”

There I stood in our cheap hotel bedroom, me attention like at the foot of a double bed, my Polish companion sitting crossed legs before me, and as you’ll have guessed if you read my cake baking post (here) I chose ‘c’ in mouth simply because I’d never done it. I’d never had sx performed by finishing in err well her mouth, and omg I was dying to know how it felt both emotionally and physically, how was ‘o’ different to vanilla sx?

“Cim please”, my member beginning to twitch!

Btw as we chatted I was stripping naked as well, with both never averting each others gaze UNTIL I pulled down my blue cotton boxer shorts, finally revealing a hard straight 7 inches springing out horizontal no longer constrained inside it’s home. Vicky paused and stared directly at my groin, her tongue for just a moment poking through circling glossy red lips, then rather approvingly she caught my gaze again and said,

“Go wash your penis then.”

You have to understand, our conversation was stilted and difficult, Vicky’s spoken English was appalling lol and small talk was a bloody nightmare. Email was ok but I had a feeling we wouldn’t be chatting much this afternoon, which is such a shame because all you really wish for is a connection. But there was a warmth there, jeeze there’s no point ####ing if two people don’t like each other!

“Dim the lights then” she said looking at the wall behind my shoulder.

“You already passed the bathroom, it’s along the hall”, her thick Polish accent making Vicky sound rather cold as East European accents often do.

Standing underneath the shower, VERY hot water cascading down my smooth slim body, and don’t you find stepping into a shower you’ve never experienced before a bloody nightmare? The controls are always different and you never find the balance, either the water’s freezing cold or so hot it brings blood to the surface making tender skin go pink on the shoulders and tops of your feet!

Dutifully I lathered soap into both hands and spread the white silky cream into my ‘bits’, hair so thick it became matted, my erect hard penis bouncing as I brushed it. And gazing down I could see the foreskin was naturally pulled back revealing my bellend a deeper pink than unusual, I guess the hot water changed the colour of another different body part.

Kind of following Vicky’s orders, between thumb and forefinger I cleaned any vestiges of unsightly white flakes from around the rim of my tip. I am a clean ‘bunny’ but any male will tell you after he’s ‘loved himself’, lol there can be remnants.

Smelling perfumed and as clean as a human body ever will be I stepped out the shower, grabbed a large purple bath towel and dried myself as I walked back into my Polish lady’s bedroom. The now dimmed light revealing a glorious naked beauty with such white skin and she hadn’t moved an inch, the only difference music was playing from a radio on her bedside table.

The thought ‘is she a woman who’s never ever sunbathed?’ Crossed my mind.

I lay down next to her, ASKED if I could touch her breasts and she agreed, jeeze you have to ask these days out of common manners (and legality) AND my mum brought me up to have good table manners, I guess asking shows our sexual experience will be consensual #METOO and all that, and quite right tooo!

Vicky’s breasts were as gorgeous soft and squishy as I hoped they’d be, her nipples pointed and hard within small discs of light pink areola about the size of a ten pence piece! But I’m not so good on bra sizes so I’d guess a ‘D’, which as ladies know is a little over the average handful.

We gazed at each other so close now, our bodies barely touching with the not unpleasant smell of her breath catching my nostrils. I consensually squeezed her breasts for a minute or so then she caught me quite unawares by reaching down and curling her fingers around the shaft of my hardness, gently circling below my bellend sending shivers down my spine, so erotic and sensual as only a sexual partner’s touch can be.

Well lol after several more minutes of groping and touching each other up, my Polish babe said,

“Come on then, you want a bj don’t you” her glossy red lips momentarily transformed into a wicked grin.

No longer leaning on her side Vicky moved to the other end of our bed and sat dutifully on her knees facing me, parting my thighs wide WIDE open with firm cool hands. Then moving her head towards my groin she shuffled her now hunched shoulders even closer, and as I looked at this vision of a goddess mouth wide open, her pendulous breasts in view, Vicky lowered her open lips over the tip of my hardness, sucking the shaft as she drew me deep within.

“OMFG” I whispered to myself as my hardness kissed the wetness of her silky long tongue.

Her head now bobbing up and down, Vicky’s face a pretty picture of concentration, eyes firmly closed revealing mascara clad long eyelashes her mouth completely full she blew me. With glistening saliva drool showing between her red lips and my shaft, my Polish lady began the most glorious and skilled felatio as I’ve ever experience in my life before.

And of course the usual bull**** came from my lips, all women have heard sweet nothings before, when a guy is in the throes of tingling sexual passions, his seed stirring from deep within his body, he’ll tell a lady whatever she wants to hear and thinking back to our afternoon together I remember saying,

“God you are so beautiful.”

But there was no real reaction from Vicky, her head kept bobbing up and down, sucking me to a metronomic rhythm, blonde bangs of hair falling aside her cheeks, only pausing her blowing so as to pull back golden locks that quite obviously annoyed her.

Me feeling warm drool as lubrication, Vicky’s hand on my thigh keeping her steady, the other’s dextrous fingers circled around my erect hardness, ever quicker Vicky sucked and licked the tip of her tongue dancing around my bell!

I gazed to the ceiling, I gazed at her face. I gazed at the ceiling again! Jeeze I never feel more alive than when close to climax, my groin experiencing joyous sensations that happen but a couple of times a week. Pleasure giving chemicals coursing my brain, a cocktail of serotonin dopamine adrenaline and other heady chemicals I cannot remember, substances which a guy’s brain craves and he would be addicted to if only he could bottle. Jeeze if I could distil I’d be a millionaire.

Where was I, oh yes Vicky eyes tightly closed shut, glossy red lips wide open sucking, her hands gently firmly pushing keeping my thighs wide apart, and omg I tried to hold back my climax as hard as I ever tried, you know experience those joyous chemicals as long as I could. However there comes (no pun intended) a time when a guy can hold that nirvana no longer, surely a gift from God, an indescribable two seconds of pure heaven before he has to release.

THEN!

I gasped for air as my groin orgasmed, my body near convulsing as I exploded deep inside Vicky’s mouth, her wet tongue pressed against the shaft of my dick, me gazing down at her pretty face her eyes now screwed up tight, her head now motionless with lips around my bell and I came hard I MEAN REALLY HARD!!!

You see the culmination of not having ‘loved myself’ in days and tonight holding my release as long as I possibly could meant unfortunately for Vicky I shot my silky milk hard into her mouth.

Her eyes closed ever tighter as I orgasmed and I watched the veins in my penis pulse from pubic hair right up to her lips wrapped tight around my shaft. But she didn’t back away, like the god girl she promised to be (age 25) Vicky let me pump every last drop of ‘e’ into her mouth. AND I kept coming, jeeze I kept pumping!!

But she never coughed.

I guess what I’m trying to say with all that pumping nonsense, is experiencing a bj to completion for the first time is as glorious as I hoped and imagined it would ever be. As we can all attest to, sx is in the mind, that chemical cocktail quite literally changes the way we think, makes us lol talk romantic bs you know what I mean? Then afterwards a guy actually wants to runaway from her, anywhere! Yet the girl craves love attention and a cuddle.

Perhaps this sexual dichotomy is the root to all bedroom problems?

Hmm never thought of that before!

AND I’m here to tell you a bj through to glorious ‘o’ completion, feeling the warmth and wetness of her mouth, her eyes screwed tight, a near panicked expression across her face was thrilling and so exciting. And yes I’d agree perhaps ever so slightly misogynistic, you see part of the thrill is imagining and conceptually sensing, understanding my orgasmic explosion inside her mouth was climatic to Vicky in a different way, a frigging shock she’ll experience but a few times a month! Truthfully part of my excited pleasure came from seeing her ever so slightly wince, the stream of ‘c’ making her eyes close ever tighter.

Well all spent, my whole body beginning to recover, Vicky her lips tightly closed began to pull away with a palm of one hand now pressing against her mouth. Feeling for her balance she climbed from our bed and went to the bathroom I’d left but ten minutes ago?

AND now to answer a question perhaps crossing your mind, my Polish beauty like ALL good girls (18+) spits not swallows.

‘Hmm perhaps she will next time?’

Original in every way by © A. Shepherdson 2018.

Eggy Bread & a shout out!

Photo’s taken by meee 🙂 , A. Shepherdson. (Shouting out to two bloggers at the end.)

Hmm how to describe this post, I mean it could be a cookery post then again eggy bread isn’t exactly Michelin star restaurant food, IT isn’t restaurant food full stop lol! But if any students are reading and sadly have only a sliced bread loaf, 2 eggs and a little oil then why not give this tasty snack a try AND it’ll only take you approx 5 minutes.

Btw I’m not a bad cook, if I’ve time I make wicked Victoria sponge cakes but I work long hours and live on my own (123 big ahh) and there never seems the time to spend an afternoon baking or whatever? NO excuse though! (Masturbation is good for one’s general health and mental well being SO you have to make time for that instead, only jesting!! 😀 )

Ingredients

  1. 2 eggs
  2. 2 slices of thick wholemeal bread, thick so it’ll soak up all that eggy liquid.
  3. A splash of olive oil.
  4. Salt and pepper to season if you wish.

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  1. Crack open two eggs into a small mixing bowl and whisk until err fully mixed?
  2. Pour the egg mixture onto a large dinner plate and lay the 2 slices of bread on top.
  3. Allow the egg mixture to soak into the bread for 2 minutes (call this a number 2 recipe, then again perhaps don’t!) Then turn over until all the mixture is absorbed.
  4. Heat a little oil (olive is the healthy option) using a low heat setting, gently lay the bread onto the frying pan (forgot to mention that kitchen utensil) and cook for 2 minutes until golden brown.
  5. Finally turn the bread over and repeat recipe number 4.

So there you are easy as and with a dash of Heinz Tomato Ketchup eggy bread is a tasty quick snack for when you’re in a hurry. Oh and here’s a link to my Chicken rice and peas………..another easy recipe.

 

The shout out video I uploaded onto my YouTube Channel.

A. Shepherdson.

Yours truly! March 2018

All photographs taken by meee (except the first!), A. Shepherdson 🙂

The ‘Beast from the East’ is set to visit our shores once again! For goodness sake I’ve had enough of this Siberian ‘snow beast’ for one Winter, we Brits love talking about atrocious weather conditions yet we’re never prepared when it arrives? No word of a lie once snow begins to settle on the roads my beloved country soon grinds to a frigging halt, transport stops, schools close and worst of all selfish people clear the grocery shelves of all bread and milk! Absolutely crazy behaviour and just so as you know, the sight of panic buying makes my blood boil, it’s so pointless and needless! 😀 Rant over.

Three occasions this winter Russia’s frozen Beast has dumped snow over the UK, 3 times the local buses have stopped running and my central heating’s been on permanently, I shudder to imagine what my next gas bill’s gonna cost me? :/

(Btw I’ve more 2018 snow blog photos to share! Yes?)

Don’t get me wrong living in snowy Oxford can be fun and a novelty, for youngsters, but commuting to work’s been a frigging nightmare this year, so that’s enough fun and novelty for 2018 thank you very much 🙂

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Our snow drifted Bins, exciting photo hey? Not!
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Dusk and snow is beginning to settle
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The following day, noticed I’ve just cleared my mother’s path for her!

🙂 I hope those in sunnier warmer countries enjoyed these pics.

A. Shepherdson.

Terms and Conditions, do you ever read them?

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My fictional tale ‘Pretty Lady On A Train’ was written six months ago and the only post I saved from my previous blog which got deleted! I hope you enjoyed reading it even though I’d agree if you said the sex was a little excruciating. Am I upset 130 posts got deleted along with my old Blog? No not really, well perhaps I wish I’d saved a story or two if I’m honest, but importantly I have all the photos safe in an album.

Now for an admission.

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Two weeks ago I happened across a BBC advertisement, asking their Radio 4 listeners to send in a short story of no more than 8000 words, original fiction have you will. A winner would be chosen, awarded £15,000 and best of all have their story narrated on the BBC!

WOW an incredible prize!

So remembering I’d saved this fictional tale I thought why not enter (but won’t win 🙂 ), so two weekends ago I completely rewrote from beginning to end and took much more care with phrasing and plot this time. Go read lol! Then came the time to enter the competition, I filled in my personal details online, uploaded the docx file containing my story and just as I was about to excitedly press send, I noticed a tiny square box instructing me to tick when I’d read the Terms and Conditions…….THEN send.

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You’ve seen those Terms and Conditions boxes before, every time you open an account on the interweb, amazon eBay Financial Banking whatever, the Company in question tells you to read their Conditions, you tick and you agree to their rules. Even WordPress, jeeze their list goes on for pages, but at least they allow adult material……….. within reason!

Do you read website Conditions? I do sometimes but I’m both lazy and trusting, so if say Barclays Bank has stated after 2 years a Bond will mature and they’ll pay me the balance and 3% interest I trust them. (Stupid really, cause knowing what crooks and charlatans banks are, they could just as easily say after 2 years we’ll keep the balance and give the interest to charity!

Perhaps I should read a Bank’s Terms and Conditions, or any Organisations hmm trusting people online is for mugs!

Well returning to my genius masterpiece of original fiction, which wasn’t going to win, but anyhow I thought it would be a wheeze to enter, and better still I’d enjoyed writing once again spurred on by the fast approaching closing deadline.

Before pressing send, and remember I’d spent hours re writing my tale which you can read here. After all my careful story telling I thought to myself ‘suppose I ought to read BBC’s Conditions, and to my shock and horror they said the competition is only open to established authors with a record of publishing.

Well that counts me out, I’m not a published author and to say I felt both very foolish and totally deflated is a given. But I did learn a valuable lesson, always read Terms and Conditions first! Mind you if I had read them the other day, I wouldn’t have written my tale and I wouldn’t be here tapping away on my laptop this evening.

Btw if you’re curious I scan :/ read WordPress’s Terms and Conditions before starting this new blog, I genuinely trust 🙂 WordPress!

A. Shepherdson.

Chicken, egg fried rice & peas – ‘idiot proof cooking!’

Made by A. Shepherdson with photos.

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Meal for one

When our family’s pet, a gorgeous Border Collie, is ever off her food a veterinary surgeon once suggested giving her ‘chicken & rice’ as a first meal after she was feeling much better. Well after having three collies over the space of twenty years not one ever turned their nose up at the sight of chicken and rice or refused to eat. Quite the contrary they’d play up after going back on to the dried stuff.

I have absolutely no idea why I told you that anecdote except to say if you ever needed a light easy meal made in 25 minutes then I’d recommend oven cooked chicken boiled rice and frozen green peas cooked in the microwave. You’ll guess by this recipe I am no great shakes in the kitchen, well living on my own I’m not that bad, I live by the mantra ‘if I don’t cook, no one else will, the consequence I go hungry!!’

Joking apart chicken and rice is super quick, very tasty if bland for some people (why not marinade) and very healthy, even healthier if you add vegetables and cook as a stir fry, perhaps even cook as an egg fried rice after having boiled…………… use olive oil for the healthy option.

Ingredients.

  1. Half a mug of easy cook white rice.
  2. One boned chicken breast.
  3. Half a cup of frozen green peas.
  4. Nob of butter.
  5. 2 eggs.
  6. Baking foil.

Recipe! (Idiot Proof, ‘quick  simple’ and impossible to f*** up!)

  1. Pre heat an oven to 170 degrees centigrade, with oven tray.
  2. Cut a 200mm square of aluminium baking foil, lay out on a chopping board, place a nob of butter on the foil.
  3. Place a boned chicken breast on top of the butter and foil, add another nob of butter, then wrap the foil around the chicken securely.
  4. Place the foil chicken package onto the baking tray and cook for 30minutes (my mother says so.)
  5. Now returning to the rice, pour the rice into a pan of hot water which has been boiling on the stove, turn down the heat and simmer for 13minutes making sure to add a little water if the rice is near drying out!
  6. Drain the rice into a sieve using boiling rice and cover to keep warm.
  7. Now returning to the chicken, open the foil and make sure the chicken ISN’T pink. Drain off the butter juice then cut the chicken into slices.
  8. Heat the peas in a microwave until hot.
  9. Place rice into wok and stir fry adding eggs after a minute or so. Hot oil!
  10. Place peas chicken and hot rice onto a plate, mix and add seasoning.
  11. Easy easy as!

Making egg fried rice to which I added the chicken and peas, oh and not forgetting a mug of green tea without makes a perfect combination. (I adore herbal also green tea!)

A. Shepherdson

 

Do you Spit or Swallow? (Joys of cream in cake?)

 

PortraitofprettygirleatingcakeNataliaUzkovaNow there’s a dilemma if ever I penned one, perhaps my phrase is a riddle, or a ‘loaded’ question but I bet you’ve often wondered which way you’d answer. Perhaps a puzzle that crosses your mind when say sitting on a bus admiring a rather good looking male co commuter?

( 😉 Btw you might read my tale as a ‘baking a cake’ analogy, and if you don’t then naughty you, either way my post is written just for fun.)

Where was I? Oh yes admiring cute male co commuters, asking yourself that rather loaded question, yet I’d guess ‘come the time’ making your choice isn’t such a mystery, perhaps the choosing is as simple as childhood upbringing? By that I mean whether you were brought up by your dear and loving mother to be a good girl (but remember mums have a wicked side.)

Either way at the point of adding a drizzle of cream to your Victoria sponge cake, only when the cream’s poured, only at the point of taste do you know which choice you will make AND if attempting the recipe was such a great idea after all!

My apologies if you think my post is laced with lame analogies and ludicrous mixed metaphors, but yesterday evening a young lady and I had been cooking together and FOR THE LIFE of me lol I’ve been wondering 😀 how to write my fun true tale.

So baking a cake it is, and btw I’m referring to a very specific type of delicacy ‘consummately eaten’ between two curious adults, and be quite aware we’re talking a lady and myself cooking in the privacy of her own home. Incidentally I bet you eat food whilst lying on the bed watching Netflix on a 40″ inch flat screen telly together…………….and drinking a bottle or two of white wine, a sensible alcohol that fuzzes the mind, gives you the nerve to try things for the first time?

No? Lol you should!

Well yesterday I had the intimate pleasure of watching a lady’s expression at the moment of deciding whether to swallow or not. I say watch she had her mouth full of food at the time and yes she had a slightly panicked worried expression written across her face. Before all is revealed let me say the dilemma was hers alone, and the choice hers to make……………neither of us new how this fun cookery lesson was going to end!

I’m calling ‘it’ cookery because this is the internet,so play along and humour me.

Hopefully you’ll have worked out by now I’m a guy and the analogy is say…….. stirring a cake mixture (oral sex?) Btw when you were a child do you remember children using the phrase ‘cake hole’? Such an unusual phrase, well hers was full and moist and for the first ever time ever, she was about to eat a cake made with cream…………..so here’s a thing, did she like the taste? Did she spit or swallow?

That’s my lady friend, so now what of me!

My whole life I wondered what ‘drizzling cream’ over moistened taste buds emotionally feels like, at ‘that’ point of release would I feel as excited and joyful as I hoped I would? Well yesterday evening I did, she tasted, and if you’re at all curious the point of ‘err’ release was as thrilling and pleasurable as I dreamed it to be.

Creaming cake mixture was fun.

Apologies if I sound a little obtuse, and if my tale analogy still has you a little confused, just know my lady friend answered a question I’d longed to ask, and if you to are curious, ‘it’ tastes a culinary creamy combination of slightly salty and apple sour!

Strange flavours in a cake don’t you think?

I’m still none the wiser as to what cream tastes like in cakes, I guess one of life’s unanswered questions and yet another reason NOT to date a smoker! So I never tasted but it was hilariously funny to discuss afterwards, being our first time and all.

Well seconds after my doe-eyed young lady allowed ‘it’ to err to ‘explode’ in her mouth 😮 my female friend decided to visit the bathroom and spit down the sink! Hmm so she wasn’t too impressed, and reading the slightly shocked panicked expression in her eyes, she gave that one away (before she closed them!) But for me the experience was exquisite and everything I’d ever hoped and dreamed it would be.

AND incidentally we are good friends!

To use a word much over used by millennials, my experience had been ‘awesome’ and remember trying a cream filled sponge cake was a consensual choice made by two consenting adults. Ok perhaps I’ve given the game away (a little), but these days you have to be quite clear we both decided, and to those who are baffled by my tale, hopefully they’re long gone!

We’re still talking cakes!

As passions rose (women’s magazines liken eating cake to sex) I gazed at her pretty face, her eye’s a picture of concentration, her open glossy red lips a picture of a woman with her mouth full. My breath quickening I watching her expression as I err released the cream? A joyous experience I will never forget, a riddle solved, knowing that she tasted uncooked cream in the back of her throat, was err orgasmic!

Didn’t Mary Berry once describe tasting a cream cake as orgasmic? Or was that one of HER MANY innuendos!

So with my life dream consummated, she returned from haven spitted and we talked and laughed together both sitting on her bed. She drank a sharp white wine to wash the taste from her mouth while we both joked about this evening’s making cakes!

So what did my lady friend think?

I’m here to tell you, afterwards I’d agree the enjoyment is disproportionate, the giver feeling satisfied and a whole male human being. However my lady receiver was a little in two minds, shock being the main one, but she’d always wanted to try at least once in her life. ‘It’ wasn’t possibly the most orgasmic of experiences for her, yet tasting cream was definitely on her wish list. Put it this way, she’d ALWAYS wondered what all the fuss was about and now she knows

“I’ll never swallow but I’d do it again!”, my lady friend says.

😀 Please do feel free to comment below. TY

(P.S. My sincere apologies if my cake baking analogy became irritating and tiresome by the finish, and hopefully my tale has left some readers a little confused, and if you are bemused then I’m a twice happy guy this fine mid-March evening!)

A. Shepherdson 2018.

 

 

 

 

 

Pretty Lady On A Train (the ending)

Chapter 3 continued

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………. Emily reached down grasping the hem of her tee shirt at the waist, pulling it toward the ceiling the stretchy cotton fabric no longer covering two large round breasts, revealing hard pointy nipples as big as I’d imagined, chocolate brown against pale pink skin. With one final tug at her hair she pulled the garment over her head, brunette bangs kissing Emily’s cheeks as the hair dropped to her shoulders, tossing the garment I’d wanted off all journey in the sink.

“Jesus what vision of womanhood” I murmured as my eyes devoured her bouncing breasts until I could gaze no more, then pushing my ass into the door I grabbed hold of Emily’s boobs with both hands, feeling hard pointing nipples pressing into the palms.

Emily continued to seduce me with her sexy voice now hushed so no one could hear, “you’re gonna screw me Andrew, make me squeal angel” she said pulling a tube of lubricant from a jean pocket with her right hand. Even if I could have seen my face I don’t think my wide open mouth and shocked expression was gonna stop her lubricating!

Emily swivelling her hips round so she could face the glazed window, allowed me to pull down her jeans so revealing peachy butt cheeks nearly succulent enough to eat, but hold on she wore no panties? That was a shock I can tell you, hmm ‘well perhaps that ticket collector does have them after all’ I mused.

Squeezing glistening lube into the palm of her hand, she asked one last question with a trust in her voice, “Andrew, I hope you are clean” arms reaching round a rather curvaceous butt. Then dividing those peachy cheeks, clever fingers parting her labia with one hand, fingers of the other forcing as much lubricant inside her tight vagina as she could, finally when comfortable she again held the ceramic sink rim with both hands, anticipating, receptive, ready.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked.

“You ARE joking!” Looking back at me mystified, “I f***ed the ticket collector earlier AND he’s got my knickers AND I got my period” she grumbled!!

‘Jeeze is this another dream’ I can’t handle much more drama!

“F*** ME” she shouted, grabbing hold of my hard penis so tight it hurt. Oh yes Emily is alive alright her sticky fingers circling around my purple tip. Then releasing hold of my shaft, gripping the vibrating sink even firmer, I pressed into her kitty sending shivers up my spine as I touched her slippery opening.

Wincing slightly Emily pleaded, “Come on, there’s not much time, I want your cum inside me.”

Not a man to be asked twice, her soft ass cheeks divided, my engorged hardness penetrated Emily’s sticky kitty, its pulsing walls taking me deep inside. Sexually exited, two loving bodies coupled by our hips, I pushed my groin toward her cheeks in rhythm to the rocking carriage, my penis shaft pulling half out then straight back in, pressing my hardness ever deeper into her vagina, my thick girth making Emily squeal with every loving stroke.

Out of breath as if I’d just run a mile, palpably feeling my balls rise, their storks contract as my scrotum tightened, ever faster harder my torso slapped at her ass, her forehead kissing the glazed glass panel. Harder I thrust ……..harder still…..slowing, fearing the soon to be climax I looked to the ceiling for well, the meaning of life? Only to see dirty yellow Formica.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!”

Emily now looking back lucid and in total control of her senses, understanding the precarious position she’s in unlike me slowing from a near frenzy, I held my pause before orgasm as long as I could, not waiting for her answer just holding onto those pleasurable seconds surely a gift from God, only a man knows how special they feel, spends his whole life craving those blissful two seconds.

With one final encouragement from Emily, a near pleading “well f***ing cum then” my groin orgasmed, convulsions from my hips along the shaft of my lubricated phallus, a near ejaculate explosion between parted ass cheeks pumping semen deep from within my balls into her vagina, gulping as much oxygen into my lungs as I could! My dirty deed subsiding, me deep inside her now, thick phallus stretching her walls to a limit, my Emily crying as I thrust her every last drop of my creamy ejaculate, happy that I’d f***ed her hard!

Still inside her my brutal violation of her genitals subsiding, my breath returning to normal, hands still tight aside her waist, silence was broken by a loud thud on the door followed by a worried ticket collector’s voice.

“Are you ok in there Emily?” There’s a girl come running from outside the toilet screaming to her mother!” Screaming I said to myself, thank God she hadn’t seen what I’d just done, the babe unaware of what dirty filthy joy Emily and I had consummated and WTF he called her Emily!

He asked again, “well are you ok? She’s desperate to use the lavatory!”

Emily coming to her senses as we uncoupled, reaching her hands down searching for her jeans replied to the train guard a tremble in her voice.

“Wait one second we’ve finished!”

“I MEAN I’VE FINISHED!!!”

The End.

(WordPress scrutinisers, I hope you allow this one it’s both tame and vanilla stuff)

A. S.

 

Pretty Lady On A Train (part 5 of 6)

(Original fiction by me) 

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Chapter 3

What with the dry heat rising from the heater below my carriage seat and the excitement of meeting Emily being too much for me, I’d succumbed to a deep dreamy sleep hadn’t I, and for fear of confusing we return to that scene in the carriage.

Hedgerows streaked past my carriage window now replacing the flat green moorland with its purple tipped heather. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, a shock near stopping my heart from beating, I opened my eyes and there looking down at me stood a man dressed in blue tunic with matching coloured hat. A slender moustached man he was, his hand now recoiling after having shocked my body into life, the other clasping a small metal ticket puncher reflecting sunlight now streaming through our train carriage window.

Bleary eyed I looked up at the ticket collector’s face, paused, then sideways glanced to where my young female friend was sitting. She’d gone, disappeared, from what seemed only five minutes ago I’d been chatting to a pretty young lady with chestnut brown hair and now her seat was empty.

“Where is she?” I exclaimed at the ticket collector feeling provoked, a look of disbelief across my face quickly looking back at her now vacant seat. She’d vanished. My new female friend called… umm…was nowhere to be seen.

Now wide awake, lucidly returning to the land of the living it was dawning on me the screaming pubic haired lunatic, falling out of a run away train, hitting my head and yes dying a horrible death had never happened. It was all a dream and better still my new friend is called Emily!

‘Yes the pretty lady on the train is Emily’, I smiled.

I’d been dreaming hadn’t I, five ten minutes ago a combination of warm air and carnal excitement had nudged me into a deep sleep and now looking at the train official’s face one third time, I realised my violent wretched death had all been a horrible dream.

“Sir you’re back in the land of the living”, my train official replied with a chuckle whilst handing back my ticket. Then moving away, having spotted the lady with the daughter waving her hand to catch his attention, he replied one final time and I might add blushing to.

“What I’d been meaning to tell you sir………..well how can I put this………..your wife has asked me from inside the lavatory, can you please bring her some tissues!” And now his cheeks a full crimson red…………. “our train company has messed up on consumables!”

And with that he turned and rather quickly made for the opposite end of our carriage.
“Oh my god” I said to myself again looking at the cushioned seat where Emily once sat, “this IS the strangest day of my life!”

Reaching for tissues in my pocket and rising out of my seat, excitement reinvigorating my sanity, I moved towards the open door feeling a bulge in my jeans making it uncomfortable to move, anticipating what I assumed would be sex and hoping this girl called Emily didn’t want to show me the art deco sink tap fittings!

My heart began to race again! Fresh blood making the cheeks of my face burn and my penis broaden to its full girth!

Balancing myself as I pushed that same headrest, passing through that very same door Emily had minutes earlier, I stumbled into the dimly lit space coupling two carriages together. Noticing what I assumed was a bathroom door left slightly ajar, and because as we all know ajar bathroom doors are safe to enter, I took a sharp intake of breath and decided to walk in!

Squeezing my slim body around the oak door panel, opening into a space no larger than three foot square. I looked straight ahead facing a woman resting her ass on the corner of a reflective white ceramic sink, her two hands clasping the white china to steady herself.

The woman was Emily, a dark silhouette affront a window emanating such a bright light into our dimly lit cubicle, making my eyes sting uncomfortably as they adjusted to the dark against white contrast. My shoes now glued to the spot a jolt as if on que near leapt Emily onto me, flinging her arms around my shoulders she pulled my body deep into hers.

“What took you so long” she whispered, “I take it the ticket man said I wanted tissues, hell where have you been?”

“I fell asleep didn’t I” relief in my voice and so happy I’d met her again. Squeezing Emily tight, feeling her curvaceous body against mine for the first time, a warmth of affection between us quite intoxicating a new found sexual excitement making me swallow hard!
Then with her mouth close to my ear she whispered softly,

“Andrew we’ve only fifteen minutes before Gromont Station, enough time to feel you inside me.”

“Yes” I replied. “Oh god yes…….please!…………….Emily I need to f*** you”, nuzzling my cheeks into the nape of her neck, the scent of that delicate perfume upon her skin.

“OH GOD”, words stumbling from my mouth.

An icy cold shudder flowed through my body, an omg flashed across my mind like fork lightening across blackened midnight skies. In a state of panic, you have to believe this wasn’t disappointed resignation for whatever her answer I was by now so sexually excited, my dick engorged with blood, throbbing hard and painful within my tight jean crotch, whatever her reaction I was going to f*** Emily.

I’m a kind quiet gentleman but a sexually excited male is always minutes away from animalistic copulation, a desperate need to release his creamy ejaculate urging him on, a carnal desire as old as man himself. It’s at time’s like these an excited male, however decent may not be able to stop from forcing himself inside a woman. Be honest now, how many occasions have passions overwhelmed you and you’ve f***ed without protection?
‘Protection! Damn I’ve no condom’, words no man ever wants to say.

My mind a blur, pleasure giving chemicals surging through my brain I dropped my hands to my belt unclipping the buckle, ‘you’re not going anywhere’ I thought to myself as the cubical creaked and rattled. Leaning back I admired Emily’s locks of brunette hair dancing for the train, her pelvis now trapped between cold porcelain sink and my body unable to move, arms wrapped around my neck pulling me closer, oh and a violent rape flooding my mind!

I stood tall, this bloody train was beginning to make me angry near throwing me sideways into partitioning walls. My waist no longer pressing into hers I fumbled my jeans button open, tugging the fly zipper down, at last feeling relief as my penis sprung forward no longer constrained in tight jeans, its purple tip pressed against Emily’s blue cotton denim.

Then in a moment of clarity, my dick comfortable at last, my heart still thumping I calmly said to her.

“Emily I’ve got no condom! A mixture of shock and distress in my voice.

Emily recoiled back toward the window, releasing her arms from around my neck pushing my shoulders away at the same time, two strangers facing each other less than two feet apart. She looked into my eyes our waists the only parts of our bodies touching, then raising a finger to my lips she said.

“It’s ok Andrew”……”I’m clean and I trust you”, smiling a wicked love in her eyes.

“I never f*** with a condom anyway, I only take a man if I can feel the skin of his dick inside me”, throwing her head back giggling like a sex starved girl from a single sex boarding school.

Pushing me away still farther, so forcibly, my back hit the cubicle door slamming it shut, “God that hurt” I whispered to myself, visions of a trolley dolly listening the other side, witnessing the dirty deed I was gonna inflict on this pretty girl with brunette hair.

To be continued with the final part (ending) tomorrow…….

(Anyone loyal to my tale is possibly thinking lol, ‘thank God for that!’

A. S.

Pretty Lady On A Train (part 4/6)

(Original fiction by me)

Pretty Lady On A Train - part 5

Chapter 2

One agonising minute passed!………………..Then one more………..then another and what with the soft cushioned headrest, warmth rising from the heater beneath, rhythmic rocking of the carriage not forgetting meeting an Emily, the delicious combination too much for me I drifted into a deep sleep.

Another five minutes passed when a gentle tap on my shoulder woke me from my dreaming. Coming to my senses I looked up at a man standing wearing a blue hat with ticket puncher in his hand, a nice face if a little bemused.

“My apologies sir” came a male voice, “but I’m afraid I must see your ticket!” Quickly rummaging through my jacket pockets confused as to reasons why, I handed the ticket collector the creased piece of paper rising out of my seat at the same time, a sudden urgency to find Emily propelling me at him my hand grabbing the very same headrest she’d held several minutes ago.

“Oi careful” he exclaimed “what about this ticket” pushing it toward me. Pausing apologetically I snatched the ticket from his hand, I’m numb and confused, he’s pissed at my rudeness.

“And you’ll be wanting this” presenting what looked like a pair of pink panties from his pocket, I could feel they were damp as the soft cotton’s exchanged into my hand.

“But five minutes ago a young lady walked right past you” he continued, “came right up to me whilst I chatted to a lady and her young daughter!”

“WHAT?” Visions of Emily ever clearer.

“You were asleep sir, your wife paused to look at you then near ran up to me pressing this underwear into my hand”, now seeming rather pleased with himself. “She called her a nosy bitch then ran up the aisle in that direction” pointing to the open carriage door farthest from me.

“Crying she was sir, very upset.”

I sat back down in Emily’s seat both hands pressing upwards into my cheeks tearful eyes staring straight ahead, a feminine scent breezing my nostrils.

“Well I’ll bid you a goodbye” patronised the guard, leaving the pink cotton delicate with me before proceeding to enter the carriage door, the door Emily had walked through but ten minutes earlier.

Pulling damp cotton from my face, I looked down at the scrunched up ball of material resting upon my unfurled palm, just making out a large circle of crimson red, she’d been bleeding into her panties gusset hadn’t she!

You can imagine the state I’m in, shaking my head angry at myself for falling asleep, “how could I be so stupid” I muttered followed by grief stricken, “jeeze Andrew you were gonna f**k her and now Emily’s gone.”

‘Hold on’ I said to myself, this is a train, it hasn’t stopped no one’s gotten off and with a new found composure I was on the move again.

‘EMILY IS STILL ON THIS TRAIN!’

Holding that thought in my mind I turned and ran along the carriage aisle, right past a startled mother pulling her daughter close to her bosom. Carried on running so I did, through the open doorway, past a closed toilet door finally coming to a breathless halt in that small area where two cars join.

Then a second great shock of that afternoon! Who’s standing before me but Emily, naked, not a stitch of clothing on her body, an outstretched hand clasping the shiny handle of an open carriage door, the one you use to alight and depart through.

Wind rushing inwards, sucking in sounds of clackety clack as the carriage hurtled along it’s tracks, a cacophony throbbing in my head so loud I couldn’t make out the words Emily was mouthing me. What a wondrous vision she looked, beautiful and wild with a brunette mound of hair sprouting from her vagina her tits bouncing up and down to the rocking rhythm of the coach.

Looking away from her hair covered genitals, Emily’s pretty smile had been wiped from her face, the feature I most love had disappeared, scarlet rich blood replacing the emerald green in her eyes.

“What are you saying” I shouted, “what?” “I can’t hear you!” With that she beckoned me closer, cold rushing air blowing her hair the vision of a she devil if ever I’d dreamed one. Dutifully following her directions near staggering my way forward, one outstretched hand pushing against the toilet door inching me ever forward until one metre distance lay between us.

“What!” I shouted again, the violent cacophony of noise deafening both our hearing.

Emily no longer the lady I’d fallen in love with, evil raging in her eyes, viciously growled shouting “you missed your chance you c**t!” Whilst tossing her head back and screaming like a lunatic. Then with all the might this woman could muster she lunged forward propelling both hands into my chest, pushing me off balance toward the open door my hands unable to clasp the door frame as I tumbled onto the tracks, Emily a dark silhouette in the carriage door looking back at me as I smashed my head against sharp ballast, gasped my final breath and died!

And here’s you thinking I was going to the dining car, Emily and I sharing lunch together, me fingering her wet pussy as we ate Dover Sole.

To be continued……………..

A. S.

 

Pretty Lady On A Train (part 3/6)

Continued………………….

Pretty Lady On A Train - part 4

Fifteen or so minutes passed into our journey together and our conversations became happier and fun, giggles from her at my small talk, it takes me a while to relax but once warmed I like to think myself as an amusing guy, a turn of phrase here and there, an anecdote or two amusing her and now a quarter into our journey we are good friends.

Then Emily did something quite unexpected she ceased talking. Looked down at her map unfurling the sheets with renewed concentration to I guess see how far we’d travelled? ‘Oh shit’ I thought to myself recoiling back, elbows still resting on the tables edge, ‘what did I say wrong?’ ‘Why’s she suddenly lost interest?’ Anxiety flooded my mind I’m a sensitive soul ‘had it crossed her mind we’re becoming that little bit too familiar? A little over friendly for two complete strangers who’d only just this met?’

My heart sank. I wasn’t chatting her up most definitely not, I’m crap at that anyways. Night time in bed, hand holding my dick I’ll dream of pulling in a nightclub, ambitions to leave with a young lady and find ourselves a dark alley where she’ll lean back against a wall. Excitement engorging, I’ll lift up her dress pull down her knickers and I’ll penetrate her forgetting my condom, yes a little worse for wear but still sane enough to withdraw come the time.

Feeling deflated I watched her head drop, fingers tracing coloured lines denoting roads on her walkers map, and with a resignation I sighed an ‘Oh well the young lady’s mind’s elsewhere, oblivious and hunched over her fully unfurled paper drawing’. Then looking up, her eyes sparkling, Emily caught me watching her jiggling boobs and pointing nipples getting harder. ‘Damn’ I thought feeling my cheeks burn. It didn’t matter though, she smiled leaning forward and closer, her hands reaching out her delicate fingers now warm to the touch pulling my arm toward her, pressing my hand into the table making sure it wasn’t going anywhere.

“You are a sweetie” Emily’s whispered, head close to mine her tips of long brown hair kissing our dividing table. ‘Wow I was being seduced!’

Emily’s lips slightly parted made moist from the wetness on her tongue, and so sensually my heart literally melted. Then she spoke! Gosh her voice had changed, she’d suddenly transformed into a romancing more sexual woman. Then a thought a flashed across my mind, ‘wow she’s going to kiss me and her nipples are so large I can trace the outline of her areola beneath thin cotton’ fabric’ yum that me hard!

“Andrew”, breaking our silence her eyes childlike alive betraying a naughtiness, “you’ve been looking at my tits from ever since you climbed aboard this carriage.” Totally taken aback by her intimate and dirty phrasing, yes dirty is the word, I thought ‘what kind of lady says tits to a complete stranger she’s never laid eyes on before?’

As she spoke Emily’s finger tips walked further up my arm coming to rest on my shoulder pulling me towards her. Feeling a warm breath in my mouth, her heart rate pushing air from deep within her lungs and if you’re wondering her breath smelt pleasant, which was lovely. Leaning ever closer, her hand atop mine tight ensuring I wasn’t to be going anywhere, a delicate floral perfume breezed past my nostrils, a scent I hadn’t noticed before.

“Come on answer” she said with a girly giggle, she didn’t care in the slightest so what we’ve only just met. “So Andrew tell me why you’ve never stopped looking all journey”………..”they’re my best asset don’t you think?” Both of us now staring at two mounds beneath her thin cotton tee shirt.

Swallowing hard I replied a boyishly and quiet “because I’d love to see them”, then feeling ever more confident “because I want to suck one of those hard nipples”, whilst trying not to laugh at the same time! ‘Wow where did that brazenness come from, I deserved a slap around the cheeks, Emily crying out for the guard!

“No” Emily replied recoiling away, my face must have been a picture, mouth wide open with thoughts of ‘omg what have I gone and done now’, the pit of my stomach aching as though punched hard!

I was dumbfounded frozen in time, not a part of my body moved as I watched Emily stand from her burgundy vintage cushion, she caught my eye kissing me another one of her sweet smiles, ‘phew that was close!’ The path we tread in life is so precarious, her response could just as easily to walk away offended disgusted, don’t you think living is just luck and chance and little else?

Inching her curvy hips around the table, revealing shapely thighs inside tightest of tight blue jeans my eyes following the contour of her crotch, that oh so sexy curve of a woman’s body disappearing through her vagina bridge and what I assumed was a plump firm ass, “you’re a fine looking woman” I whispered to myself.

My attention now drawn to the outline of Emily’s frame, a gorgeous size 10 figure having risen from her seat, her left hand reaching out with fingers clasping onto the headrest beside the door frame. Held open incidentally by a stopper so as to allow refreshment carts to pass through. Pausing for moment, our carriage rhythmically swaying side to side, standing tall now balancing in the aisle between two seats Emily swayed in time to this rhythmic old carriage.

Slipping her rain coat down over her shoulders, throwing it back to the seat she’d just vacated, Emily looked the handsome young woman she actually was, taller than I first assumed her smoothed cotton tee shirt hiding a slim waist yet at the same time clinging to her curvy large breasts. Jiggling they were, gorgeously quivering in response to our train weaving itself through rain sodden northern moorland. Emily gazed into my eyes, smiled, momentarily looked toward the other end of the carriage ascertaining how many people accompany us, and for your information I was correct, a young woman and her five year old daughter sat many rows away.

Turning to face me again, with a hushed voice knowing our micro family could be listening, Emily said. “I need to pee wait five minutes then follow me” pointing at the propped open door as she moved away, catching my eye with a tiny wink.

In shock and rather exhausted I reclined into my soft vintage cushion, rubbed mist off the glass and gazed out the window watching hedgerows streak past, a new scenery replacing the monotony of purple tipped heather. ‘Wow’ I thought to myself they’d never believe this at work’ my heart rate slowing a little, ‘and now she wants me to follow her to the bathroom!’ Eagerly grinning I teased myself, ‘So Andrew are you going after her or sit here and read your book?’ Twenty minutes ago I was a tourist making my way to a Yorkshire village famous for drama’s on the telly, now I’ve just been propositioned by a hiker called Emily.

A. S.

To be continued in part 4 tomorrow………….

 

Pretty Lady On A Train (part 2)

(Original fiction written by me)

'Lady On A Train' 2

………. I hadn’t noticed the lady’s face or her bosom until a little way into our journey. The train had stopped at Gothland Railway Station, hurriedly I’d clambered aboard crossing a grubby green carpeted aisle, my legs touching brushing past her jeans on the way, making a mental note she’s wearing walking boots. ‘Hmm she’s a tourist just like me’ I’d thought to myself before taking a seat by the window. And do you know what, in the rush I really hadn’t given the lady a second glance.

Well that’s untrue, when seated I looked across for the briefest of moments, enough to see her head was bowed, an assumed concentration etched across her face reading a map. (Hold that thought) Then getting myself together I laid my belongings out on the table, sighed rather loudly and gazed out the window watching the incredible scenery pass before my eyes. Only then after a couple of minutes did I turn to look at my female companion, only then did I notice that her walker’s rain coat was unzipped open exposing two mounds of rather large breasts, all within tight navy blue tee shirt I might add! So of course my attention’s magnetically drawn to her rather prominent nipples pointing through the soft stretchy cotton, oh yes I noticed those two alright! Walking boots and an outdoor coat all indicate she was a hiker and there’s a coincidence just like me, I’m virtually dressed the same though without the hard nipples.

‘Hmm they’re rather yummy’ I smiled to myself.

The train pulled away and slowly rumbled its way through beautiful rain sodden countryside, flat damp and evergreen with only spongy heather for vegetation. Now comfortably settled with rucksack on the seat beside me, heritage train book and packed lunch an arms length away in front on the table, we rocked and rolled through a picture perfect beautiful landscape that attracts people from across the globe. Yet on cold wintry summer days such as these, a low grey cloud, a persistent deluge of heavy rain meant we were the only two souls in the carriage.

Though hold on a second, a hushed chatter from what sounded like a young woman in the distance, also muffled occasional squeals of laughter from a child in the distance, we were in fact NOT alone. One voice slightly higher pitch making the number five pop into my mind, ‘could be a girl of five years old?’ I mused. And with that I guessed a mother and daughter were seated at the very far end enjoying a day out like us two strangers.

Anyways the change in weather meant only we four travelled today in a carriage pulled by this gruff throaty diesel engine, 1960’s, preserved for tourists in search of nostalgia.

We trundled our way through rural Yorkshire me time to time glancing across our shared light coloured oak table, and looking about the rail car the whole interior’s a soft golden hew. Though being honest any fascination with historic trains was receding my mind now alive dreaming sexual possibilities with this gorgeous creature opposite. Every thirty seconds or so I’d glance across at her breasts jiggling side to side and up and down, they were large enough to notice and certainly enjoyable to watch, bouncing higher when our carriage jumped two connecting rails and making no secret this pretty young lady had boobs on the bigger side.

I thought to myself she should really be wearing a bra because they’re just that little too heavy not to be supported, in a few years when she reaches thirty they’ll drop, sag to not far above her belly button, but they’ll still look adorable pointing outwards, still look sexy as older woman’s boobs do. I nearly said to her ‘you’ll only ever get sexy cleavage again by wearing a Wonderbra’, I didn’t.

Anyways as you’ll have deduced by now my attentions are drawn to her boobs rather than spectacular scenery, then totally out of the blue she looked up from the map she’s interestedly following and beams me such a sweet smile that my lame nervous reply didn’t seem to matter. Awkwardness and silence broken we begin to chat about where we lived, occupations that employ us, partners, oh yes I managed to slip that one in!

Turns out we’re both ‘single’ and in truth I am, but a pretty young lady like Emily is NO WAY single yet she wears no wedding ring, no engagement ring and as you’re too well aware a guy always looks at a single girl’s ring finger!

Warmth flowed between us, a friendly conversation is struck up and it’s a given Emily and I liked each other, oh yes I forgot to tell you she’d let slip her name was Emily, a pretty name don’t you think? Hmm, Andrew and Emily has a nice ring to it, where was I, yes she wore no rings, maybe a woman who’s up for extra marital sex removes her band of gold, yet a girl betrothed sometimes leaves her engagement on! Confuses me so, is she single or is she not?

Returning my gaze to her red lips appearing fuller rosier in colour now, hmm that’s odd Emily wore no lipstick! Our shared carriage had been warmed by hot air blowing up from under the seats, the engine working harder pulling this great length of carriage had plumped Emily’s lips, flushed her cheeks a soft shade of pink, our heated intimate carriage space ensuring her feminine sexiness sparked alive. A wicked thought crossed my mind, doesn’t warmth inside a lady’s pelvic region make something else down there blush rosy red, make her catch a breath as she crosses her legs!

‘Emily is single’ I grinned to myself.

To be continued……………………

A. S.

Pretty Lady On A Train (part 1)

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(All you really need to know is this tale was written by me, is original fiction in every respect and perhaps not the masterpiece I think it is 😀 , either way I had fun writing. A.)

Chapter 1

“Winter’s come early”, said the young lady sitting on a cushioned seat near opposite me, her abruptness waking me out of a lonely daydream, quite a shock actually.

“Pardon Miss” I replied startled, my eyes now focused on a rather pretty face with warmth and love in her eyes. Hope I didn’t scare her but when you’ve hardly spoken to a living soul all morning, sudden questioning can be one hell of a shock!

“Winter’s come early”, she repeated pushing her arms and shoulders forward, fondly smiling, making out she was shivering and I’d guess pressing clenched hands deep into her lap. I say guess because a large wooden table between us obscured my view of her waist down.

Such a strange involuntary reaction shivering, I wonder if it really helps one warm chilled frozen stiff muscles?

The young lady continued smiling, lifting this lonely guys spirits and don’t you find the time span for a smile represents how greatly a lady likes you, what she wishes from you in return? Too short and she’s forcing herself to make small talk, too long and she’s really into you or is that soppy old me reading too much into feminine flirtations again, just be aware when a lady starts to talk to me I fall in love and this happens a lot!

I returned a smile this time going one step further and looking deep into her eyes, yet at the same time inwardly panicking having been caught off guard. So much so I nervously answered with possibly the lamest most awful reply known to man, wait for it!

“Yes but the weatherman on the radio said it’ll brighten up by this afternoon”, when really I wanted to say something very different, my eyes glancing below her chin for a split second then lower still before returning upwards and re capturing her gaze. Oh yes what I really wanted to say to this pretty lady, not beautiful as in a makeup model straight from Vogue magazine beautiful, no she was very much the pretty girl next door type, lovely delightful appealing with curly long brunette hair resting atop her shoulders.

The actual question crossing my mind as I gazed at her pretty smile, me now feeling the very end of my dick tingle and twitch the shaft hardening to the point of feeling slightly uncomfortable inside tight jeans, what I really wanted to say was.

“Honey why are you not wearing a bra?”

To be continued………………………..