‘I bit my Pillow!’ (how my tale began)

Third and final part to my true pickup tale.

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I enjoy looking at great paintings and this Cornish Scene by Henry Scott Tuke (1858-1929) looks good on my post bearing in mind my story’s gay theme, btw exhibited at Tate Britain. (Copyright Warwick District Council)

I’m openly honest here on my WordPress, tooo honest sometimes, well I’m hoping you’ll have read my story ‘I bit my Pillow!’ and if you did you’ll remember I said I would let you know which parts are true as happened and which parts are fiction!

‘I bit my Pillow!’, I 😀 agree a bl**dy awful title.

When I said we had gay sex and kissed well that was 100% fiction sorry to disappoint, but as I said yesterday parts are true. So just to be clear the sex is drawn from my imagination………… lol I cannot make you believe me but jeeze I hope you do.

So now you’ve read the tale this is how the episode came about btw in the spirit of fairness and honesty this is an old tale I enjoyed re writing.

Many years ago whilst holidaying by myself in central France, late one summer’s evening I found myself sitting alone inside Le Man’s Railway Station waiting room. The tale of how I came to be there is a rather long and tortuous one just understand I’m feeling desperate, my spoken French is embarrassingly appalling, the Station is emptying about to close for the night and I had absolutely nowhere to sleep that night, my only certainty within minutes the Entrance gates would be locked shut and I was soon to experience how sleeping rough on the Street actually feels…………. a truly spine chilling thought and terribly sad for the people who have no choice!

Then with only minutes to spare a middle aged guy appears as if from nowhere, sits down beside me and strikes up a conversation with this weary disorientated very depressed traveller. I was far from feeling sorry for myself, couldn’t understand him and my tired mind was in the grip of fear and loneliness, he invited me to spend the night in his home and I said yes!

I ask what an earth would you do faced with a night living on the Streets? The possibility of being mugged raped beaten up murdered a possibility, or the comfortable certainty of being driven by a rather polite personable guy to his home? Better still an unknown home where he’d provide you with a warm bed to sleep the night in. What’s more he promised on his life he’d drop me back at Le Man’s Station early next morning!

Lol what a friendly treasure, who could say no?

What a predicament what a dilemma, even if I’d been at my strongest mentally the choice would have been challenging, THAT my mind was frazzled and unable to think straight made the decision easy. But if I’d been consciously aware and thinking straight I would have absolutely figured out he was a gay man with ulterior predatory motives, a guy cruising public places late at night looking for single men to take home and have sex with! If I’d been approached on a railway station platform in Britain I would have politely told the guy to,

“Get blank lost!” (I wouldn’t lol but you get my gist)

But this late French evening I thanked my kind Samaritan and let him drive me to his home, from first meeting him to being whisked across the City into his bedroom seemed a mere blur of five minutes, and to this day I cannot understand whether I was stupidly foolhardy or naïve, qualities that have plagued my adult life. 

So remember the sex in my tale was fiction all I can admit is I must have been frigging tired because to this day I still don’t no why I went to bed with him?…… Honestly the strangest evening of my life, ask me what went on and well the light dial was turned to a warming dim glow…..…..……, I gazed up at a light flex hanging from the ceiling, then got up and slept on his sofa. (We make bad choices in life get carried away suck it up and move on.)

And I felt wretched for months after, despairingly upset is closer to the truth, I understand why people do dread a terrible dark memory seeping into their consciousness, they drain you of all energy and I did lapse into a deep depression, because well I’m straight! Our meeting confused because I consider myself groomed taken advantage of and tricked into bed, and in those months after I’d gaze at myself in the mirror with feelings of shame knowing I had to face the cold hard fact that I was a naïve guy who can be too trusting…………… but hey show me someone who hasn’t made unfortunate choices and I’ll show you a liar!!

So you get the feeling I hated myself? And note my tale is far from sensationalism, all good story’s are prompted by true events.

And what of today? Thinking back all these years later, that I went to bed naked with a naked guy ‘who fancied me’ is deliciously hilarious, the irony now is every time I think back to our night together I cannot help laughing, where’s the sin in admitting I can be tricked when I know I’m straight and omg what a surreal memory and btw I hope you’re thinking to yourselves ‘whatever!’ 😀

I know I know complete madness going home with a guy I’d never met before, even worse when I came out the shower and he’s standing there naked, jeeze he’d lied to me tricked me groomed me and yes I could have been raped or worse it happens………… I wasn’t. I should add I hope you’re not tooo disappointed to read my plump round ass wasn’t lol violated, anyways all said and done my gay French guy tale will go down as the strangest experience of my life……… I only wish I’d been approached by a kind hearted woman with darker motives!

A. Shepherdson 2018 (Just so as you know I had a blast writing these last 3 posts and 😀 I really hope some readers were left disappointed) 

 

 

‘I bit my Pillow!’ (so was it Truth or Fiction?)

Yes I realise ‘I bit my Pillow’ wasn’t the best title to have been penned by an erotic author……………. lol sorry it was the best I could come up with and yes I am happy to say I’m an author (of sorts). Aren’t we all?

No messing. Short and sweet. I’ll get straight to the point and say my tale called ‘I bit my Pillow!’ is fiction HOWEVER DON’T leave my blog quite yet because parts of that tale are true as happened.

(Btw if you are at all concerned, don’t be, my semi true tale is very tame reading but there is a context and I’ll reveal that tomorrow.)

The gay sex, the passionate kissing, the fingers in my ass never ever happened, though for very unique and quite frankly unusual reasons I did go to bed with the Frenchman in my tale, and yes we were both naked both not wearing a stitch of clothing!

So are you relieved? Or disappointed?

Tomorrow I will to tell you why in heavens name I slept with the guy, and how I came to be in his house taking a shower in the first place! It all makes for a fascinating read to myself, but perhaps not interesting enough to share.

(Btw a nature walk with photos follows sooon!)

Should I be admitting all my honesty here? Perhaps not but hey I’m not ashamed of anything and if you wish to read more well tune in tomorrow. 

A. Shepherdson 2018

 

 

‘I bit my Pillow!’ (Erotic)

Remember a tale for adults, all very tame stuff ‘and NSFW.

‘I was tired from traveling bewildered with nowhere to sleep, the choice was stark a park bench for the night or him, so I chose him relieved to be safe at last.’

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gaycomicsboypost.com4I guess an emotional shock heightens sharpens the senses and I remember every detail, he’d taken a chance just as he probably did every evening, he was a lovely guy, a gentleman, he didn’t force himself upon me which I’ll forever be grateful for, I could easily have been raped only to end my days as dismembered body parts in an unknown grave, a missing person never heard of again. Understand he was a nice guy!

Nervously I crept out of his en-suite bathroom wearing only a towel round my waist, clasping clothes bundled in my arms, my comfort blanket, I’d just had a lovely warm and pleasant shower only to be faced by the French guy standing naked a few paces from me. And to say I was startled no shocked is possibly the biggest understatement ever, we’d never spoken simply because my French was non existent and he spoke very little English, call him Gallic relaxed confident, and although nervous and a little fearful I didn’t panic, I’m a good judge of character and he’d been a lovely guy this whole evening.

In fact he’d been a perfect gentleman ever since picking me up at the Station, but beneath my very invigorating hot shower I’d slowly come to my senses, I finally understood he’d been more than very friendly striking up that conversation in the waiting room, he’d been cruising, I’d been picked up! The penny had dropped whilst hot water cascaded down my slim pink body, and I knew as I’d suspected, at long last I was sure he was gay.

Having showered, clutching clothes bundled in my arms I nervously stepped out the shower and walked into his en suite bedroom, omfg there my Frenchman stood like a statue in the doorway, all pink and naked and possibly the biggest fright of my life ‘gulp!’ 

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EROTICA, for Centuries women have found pleasure upon the faces of men. Rosie!

Mildly adult themed therefore NSFW, incidentally did you know the anachronym stands for Not Suitable For Work? Hmm I didn’t until just recently, true.

oralI remember the afternoon I tasted a woman for the first time, close my eyes and I see two naked adults laying on a bed together, one a middle aged guy the other an Irish lady with dusty blonde hair and a few miles on the clock. Curvaceous she was with round perky tits, a tiny waist as you could ever hope to see and conversely wide child bearing hips giving her a classic pear shape figure as only English girls usually have.

So there we lay in a swanky London bedroom (hmm we’ll name her Rosie) the day she agreed to me going down below, she wasn’t sure mind biting her bottom lip with thoughts of I want to but let him wait, and a guy must never EVER pressurise a lady into doing something she’s not keen to. There Rosie lay on a friend’s large double bed, a window to our right curtains drawn with Autumn sun streaming onto us two naked lovers, passion filled and excited as two giddy intoxicated teenagers making love for the first time, the warmth of the sunlight making the temperature just right against a new season chill.

I asked, she agreed and neither of us had come after much kissing and fondling building to an intensity as only fabulous foreplay can do, the consequence both our brains were nervously excited and sexually stimulated as I moved from laying beside her warm fragrant body of sizeable hips and boobs jiggling like cold jelly sitting on a plate. Rosie parted her thighs, slowly to reveal sweet honey as you lift the lid of a beehive, a wonderous gorgeous moment as her lips curtain open, a moment I will never tire of till my dying day ❤ . 

Rosie now laying in the most receptive position a woman could ever give of herself if a little precarious, her outer labia parted revealing moistened pink flesh, plump soft folds near succulent to eat now made ever more shocking contrasted against milky white skin! But no I wasn’t going to slip and slide my hardness inside, no not for a while anyway, this afternoon I’d been given permission to lick and taste this wonderous beautiful oh so erotic opening leading deep inside a woman’s physical soul. 

I knelt before her as if praying at a religious altar, a special Godly place where you discover the meaning to life after entering heaven’s pearly gates. I smoothed the palms of my hands up and down her milk white silken thighs, touching for a second the pink patch surrounding her V, a colour of skin hidden by a woman’s panties and ever so erotic if you happen to see a lady her skirt drawn up her thighs, her intimacy hidden by soft white cotton delicates, if lucky you can just make out this flush tinted skin and yes very different to the rest of her body. Erotic. Secret and seldom often seen?

I’d waited my whole adult life for this moment, Rosie wide open her wet treasure glistening in the sunlight, me kneeling stroking with a finger, touching her pink rose petal the surrounding to her lips only to quickly pull away, tease her, arouse and excite, then Rosie having had enough of my annoying foreplay says,

“Go on Andrew lick me!”………….. a woman of few words was Rosie and if you want something badly enough do you need to ask twice when the connection you have with a lover is a near telepathic joining of souls!

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Beautiful Helen……. pt2 (erotica)

Continued from Helen part one click ‘pingback here’ and 2 days later here’s the ending, also mild adult fiction.

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Quick as a flash, I turned and near ran through my living room door………. 

………………… pulling the front door shut behind me! Helen had disappeared from clipping her pink roses hadn’t she, vanished into thin air?

I paused in my driveway my breathing beginning to steady as a spinning brain caught up after a very surreal last half an hour. One minute I’d been jerking myself off watching my gardening neighbour’s jiggling boobs within her yellow blouse, the next Helen over the road lifted the cotton top, showing me her pert round breasts and on reflection I’d say they’re a B cup!

Anyways now I’m perspiring searching for Helen who, if you read part 1, had incredibly beckoned me over to her home!

A thought crossed my mind, ‘the minx was playing games, she’d caught me watching her garden and teasingly flashed her tits’, oh ‘blank’ my heart sank! Helen’s getting her own back, leading me on with intentions of………. ?

A feeling of disappointment seeped into my mind, no more a worrisome thought, perhaps she’d cleared off to tell her husband I’m a Peeping Tom! ‘Oh God No’ as I quite involuntary felt an ache in my stomach, then my mature wet dream with a smiling face appeared from behind the corner of her house.

Waving her arms vigorously, Helen beckoned me a second time calling out,

“Andrew!……………….. Andrew, hurry up man” taking a sideways glance up the road she turned and continues,

“Hurry up, we haven’t much time!” All the while her arm waving me over and quite vigorous it was to, yummy mummy Helen really DID want me OVER!

Hurriedly stepping off the pavement I ran across the road remembering to glance both directions,

“Jeeze I don’t want to be hit by a car not now of all days”, I muttered.

My mind now trying to comprehend what an earth was happening in my life, at the same time a beating heart pounding within my chest blood pumping into my brain giving a numbed headache, a sexually excited thought consumed me as I jogged toward her garage and down a tiled path toward an alleyway leading to her rear garden, ‘doe’s she want my hard dick I wonder?’

From gazing out my window to jogging this claustrophobic pathway is but a minute yet felt like a lifetime, I mused “Hell’s fire, is this crazy woman tripping on drugs?” 

No sooner had I finished saying what could be my final sentence here on earth, my pace slowing to a briskness as I walked from the shadowed confines of a tight walled alley into the glaring sun of a VERY surreal late afternoon!

I stopped, soon followed by a near heart attack that could have taken my final breath as Helen jumped out from behind the house, flinging her arms around my shoulders she drew me closer as her back hit the wall and rather too hard to be comfortable.

Helen’s arms encircling my shoulders, my face but inches away from hers I felt warm breath against my mouth, and pulling me yet tighter into her body my two hands moved aside her hips as curling fingers held Helen’s waist. So close now our bodies touching from chest to thighs I felt her warmth through thin cotton fabric, her bosom rising with every intake of excited breath, my bulging groin now pressing deep into Helen’s crotch, and so large was my thickened dick it felt uncomfortable to move.

We kissed, passionately two adulterous lover’s wet lips parted open, the tips of our tongues touching entwined and dancing, my eyes wide open, Helen’s closed as her head moved from one side to the other her gorging lips devouring mine. For several minutes we deep throat kissed until finally one of us said something breaking a pre coitus silence.

Pulling her face from mine, Helen quite out of breath said,

“Andrew we haven’t much time”, smiling so sweetly her lips pecked me on mine and my heart began to sing, now my frenzied brain had finally caught up with the past 5 minutes near dreamlike incredulity. ‘Oh yes I’m quite alive’ I mused while standing in Helen’s rear garden pressing her against the wall kissing cuddling and for this brief moment her soft wet lips showed all I ever needed to know, ‘Helen wanted me, needed me, loved me!’

“My husband’s buying paint at the DIY store” she smiled a wanting fire lit in her eyes, “there’s no time to f### right now”, that was a shock and a half I can tell you……. ‘WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT SEX?’ “But I will jerk you off this time” she continued with a grin “I could see you staring at me and wanking, you dirty devil Andrew!”

Pausing blushing and smiling at my adulterous siren, Helen went further, “I was watching your right arm jerking, tell me did you come?”

“NO, and stopping near killed me Helen!”

Me open mouthed, a look of shock across my face, I just about got a questioning “you mean my curtain’s are actually see through?” 

Then at the very point of Helen answering, my torso pulled back, the palm of my open right hand thrust into her crotch groping and squeezing her intimacy, my fingers prising her thighs apart as they curled underneath her fanny bridge, warm soft no doubt twitching and ready.

Helen gasped whatever she was about to answer unable to come from her mouth.

I squeezed her crotch tighter cupping my palm ever wider, the other hand now tugging at the button of her jeans a sexual excitement overtaking any lingering inhibitions. My imagination had long ago dissipated now replaced by a carnal primeval lust, the only thought ‘my fingers are going between her pussy lips whether she stops me or not!’

(Remember 🙂 this is a tall tale)

My fumbling fingers having unbutton her jean’s 28″ waist I pulled down the cold metal zipper, excitedly tugging at the raw cotton sliding down her shapely thighs, bending my knees as I crouched. Standing again my left arm reached around Helen’s hip an open hand squeezing a buttock feeling it’s roundness beneath soft cotton panties. As my right hand felt her ass, fingers of my other hand fumbled again into Helen’s crotch as I pulled her pantie gusset to one side, wriggling dexterous fingers in between parted folds of moist labia, all the while our faces but inch’s apart staring into each others eyes and both breathing ever deeper.

She smiled again, whimpering panting then catching a breath again as my dancing fingers touched a sacred pleasure spot, and after what seemed an age of fingering Helen’s dripping wet treasure, she worriedly repeated her stark warning,

“Paul won’t be long, we’ll f### another day Andrew” betraying a sadness in her eyes, she continued “you feel so big and thick against me, I’ll take you inside I promise”, then glancing down at her wrist watch and looking terrified, she said,

“Omg he’ll return in minutes, you have to go! NOW!” Such a crying shame I mused with my hand deep under Helen’s crotch and fingers searching for god knows what inside her warm pussy?

The excitement all tooo much for me, remember I was at a point of climax but ten minutes ago, I felt my ball’s rising as their storks shortened, my throbbing penis bucking as gorgeous sensations excited the nerve endings around the rim of my ‘bellend’, “I can’t hold back any longer” I whispered, panicking thoughts of ‘this passion’s all to much for me’ flooding my mind numbed drugged and slightly euphoric.

My eyes losing contact with hers, my head jerked back as I ejaculated thick creamy semen into my boxer shorts, warm and sticking to my thigh, an audible “I’m coming” gasping through open lips as I released, and God how I kept releasing!

The End.

(All very tame content with zero sex, oh and BTW my last erotic sexy tale for a while 😉 )

©A. Shepherdson 2018

 

 

Beautiful Helen from across the road (erotica)

A word of warning this mild adult EROTICA I’ve written this evening! 🙂

Click ‘here’ for ‘Beautiful Helen from across the road’ The Ending!!!

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I’m standing close behind the living room window gazing at my neighbour Helen across the road, but don’t worry she cannot see me I’ve got net curtains that’s why, and take note I’m not a curtain twitcher or a peeping Tom looking at what others are up to in their spare time. No it’s just people pass by and used to look through the window into my living room, so UP went the net curtain!

But watching Helen busying herself pottering around her front garden is different, and I’m not being nosey mind, certainly not because this is me time, a time to gaze and appreciate my beautiful neighbour from across the Road.

Helen’s an elegant young looking fifty year old, with a slim and slender body now crouching on the lawn facing me, one knee pressed into the grass, a trowel in hand weeding around the bases of her delightful and loved rose trees.

Every so often she’ll lean forward her pretty face a picture of concentration as her arms tug at stubborn dandelions the most invasive of plants, and I watch and wait for these very moments because invariably at the same time as her vigorous gardening the looping neck line of Helen’s baggy yellow blouse opens to reveal pendulous firm boobs waving from side to side. Then if I really concentrate my gaze I can just about see her nipples, large dark disks of areola they are, chocolate brown in fact now vividly contrasted against her milk white skinned boobs.

Omg there must be a particularly hard weed to pull out because she has to stand up bend forward and tug with all her slender might, and joy of joys the neck of her oversize blouse drapes further and opens even wider to reveal both breasts now swinging untethered by a tight fitting bra. Oh thank you Sweet Jesus for summer gardening days such as these!

A questioning thought suddenly crossed my mind, jeeze I pondered, Helen doesn’t half spend a long time weeding that same patch directly opposite me! Glancing down at my wrist watch, and now very shocked to see my neighbour in the early autumn days of her life hadn’t moved from weeding that single pink flowering rose tree for, I stared at the dial and quite taken aback I realised for the last ten minutes……… I physically gulped in shock! A cold shiver went down my spine, omg I thought to myself, ‘Helen knows I’m watching, my curtains aren’t blocking my voyeuristic playtime as well as I’d hoped and assumed.’

‘Holy f*ck!’ my brain momentarily in seizure, ‘jeeze what happens now’ I thought with beads of sweat forming on the skin of my brow, and all the time I rushed to let go of the shaft of my hardened penis, tugging at the elasticated hem of my boxer shorts, because yes I’d been masturbating whilst gazing at Helen’s pendulous swinging boobs with chocolate coloured nipples!

As you can imagine my mind’s in a state of excited panic, my heavy breathing isn’t only because I’d been caught watching, no minutes earlier I’d very nearly climaxed. creamy jizz soon to squirt into a white tissue held with the other hand, my excited hard shaft bucking and twitching about to shoot its load!

Yet more panic as I reached down to pull up my jeans and all this time Helen stood like an ashen faced manikin straight out of a teen horror movie, motionless, erect her face staring unnervingly straight at me through a net curtain more see through than I’d ever assumed!

‘What an earth happens now?’ I thought. ‘Does she run for her husband? Call the Police to arrest the peeping Tom from across the Road?’ A myriad of awful doom laden thoughts flashed past my mind as I finally zipped up my jean flies, my clothing now straight!

I felt my cheeks burning hot, cold droplets of perspiration trickling down my torso, my armpits now as warmed as all other erogenous parts of my body, then Helen did something so incredible, so close to unbelievable I nearly cannot write of the shock right here! Helen lifted her two arms, hands clasping the hem of her vivid yellow flouncy cotton blouse, only to pull the garment to first passing her waist, pause, then yet further still up and over her bosom so revealing two round breasts…………….. both approx a palmful therefore from experience I’d say a fulsome c cup.

So previously close to orgasm I nearly jizzed inside my boxer’s there and then!

Open mouthed my face a picture of bewildered incredulity, Helen smiled from across the road and for a second I don’t think I’ve felt such a mixture of relief and happiness mixed into one. But hold on her right hand no longer holding the garment’s waist hem, Helen raised her arm and with a curled up first finger my beautiful neighbour from across the road beckoned me closer.

Quick as a flash, I turned and near ran through my living room door……

To be continued and the link to part two you’ll find at the beginning!

©A. Shepherdson 2018 original and written by me.

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.

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

Original fiction'Lady On A Train' 8

………. 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………………………..