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Story - The Railway Encounter
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Story - The Railway Encounter Part One - It was three hours earlier when she climbed out of the rear of the black London Taxi, dressed in her smart work attire of knee length skirt and cream blouse and boarded the early evening train for her return home after working away, on what was a very long week of meetings and visits. Now after a cramped journey from London Euston to Crew she was waiting at the station for the small local commuting train to take her home to the small village in the Lake District. The platform was quite; just one young man smartly dressed carrying a laptop bag sitting on one of the benches further up the platform. A few minutes later she could hear the approaching train, the young man got up and walked toward her and entered the train behind her; did she feel him touch her bottom? Was it a deliberate squeeze of her ass cheek or was it a simple touch from his laptop bag? She sat down by one of the tables, noticing that the train was almost empty the young man sat down a few rows in front of her, opening his laptop and starting to do some last minute emails, checking out his Facebook account and setting up his weekend activities. A few stops later as day became night the train started to empty, it looked like for the last few stops the slow train would make its journey with just her and the young man. Glancing over she noticed his hard square jawline and short cropped hair, it made her think about her ex from some 20 years ago, now she had a new man in her life. . . boring but reliable. She settled back in her seat making herself comfortable for the final hour’s journey; the long slow trip around the lakes and passing through the valleys; only momentarily passing small villages with flickering lights. The train rocked and ratter-tat-tatted on the rails and soon she was drifting off in to a relaxed sleep. Part Two - The young man closed his laptop and moved to her side, his right hand now touching her left leg . . . what was he doing? She was unable to speak . . . anticipation and fear deep in her mind. His hand grip became firm as he slid his way down to beneath the hem line of her skirt, lifting it slightly before moving his hand upwards to the top of her thigh, but now touching her naked flesh. She tried to close her legs but she couldn’t, his power and strength gave him access to places she thought she would never share again with a stranger . . . she didn’t want this but he was determined . . . he pushed his hand to the side of her expensive lace French knickers and moved his fingers underneath, now moving past her trimmed pubic hair and stopping just below her clit. He had no intentions to satisfy her clit he was just making way to her dry underused and neglected lady opening. She sat in fear saying nothing, not moving, not responding but as his finger forcefully entered . . . her body told a different story . . . not being touched for so long it immediately became moist,<b> damp </font></b>then wet. She felt ashamed that her body would give in so easily, her mind said no, yet having the control taken away from her she did find so arousing . . . Part Three - After satisfying himself with one, two and then three fingers he removed them from inside her fanny, moved up and opened her blouse, pushing her bra up and releasing her ample breasts, they dropped from their restraining garment and hung over her slightly flabby abdomen; large soft white breasts with big hard nipples - he leaned in and bit them hard, taking them one at a time. . . sucking and biting each nipple in turn. When he had marked them both with love bites and teeth marks he grabbed her by the hair, holding on to her pigtail he forced her over the table, with his other hand he lifted her skirt and pulled off her knickers. . . She was now totally exposed; the cold air from the carriage breezed past her sore vagina, her wet lips hung open between her parted thighs. . . . looking around the train she realised she was powerless, no one was on board just them and the driver sitting in his locked cabin at the front of the train two carriages away. . . She couldn’t reach the emergency stop as that was some way down the carriage. . . she was at the young man’s mercy. . . . . Part Four - He dropped his trousers and released his erect penis aimed its head at her opening and in one violent thrust pushed it home, he was everything but gentle! now fucking her hard and pounding her cunt for all it was worth, her tits moved back and forth on the top of the table as she held on hard to its edge trying to stop some of her movement. . . . she bit her lip as one orgasm passed for the next, violently shaking one cum out after another until her cunt became stretched, loose and totally abused, then the pounding stopped, he withdrew his cum covered cock from her allowing her juices to freely escape and drip for her lips onto the carriage floor . . . she waited for her release but that did not happen . . . his hand released the back of her hair but moved down her back to her plump rear, then forcing her buttocks apart he spat at the little rose petal of her arsehole . . . no she thought . . . not there ! ! ! . . . . . he bent down and licked her ass, spreading the spit around then pushed a finger knuckle deep inside. . then penetrating further his fingers opening her up and wetting her inside. She managed to make a move but only as far as the window hitting it hard, know she was held fast once again, this time with her face and chest flat against the glass, her tits squashed like saucers, the glass was cold and uninviting and now she was exposed for all outside to see as the brightly lit carriage passed by a small settlement around one of the nearby lakes. Part Five - He forced her legs apart and entered past the cheeks of her buttocks, driving his cock deep into her. . . . Mercilessly he fucked her up the ass, pounding again and again until he had emptied his load deep in her anal cavity, while still remaining hard he took the opportunity to violate her pussy once again, this time he did not need to force his entry as she was wet and very open from her previous fucking. . Pulling her away from the window he folded her up with her head pushed down into the corner of the seat and with her ass high in the air, he had total control, full access to pound her at his leisure, with her tits now shoved up under her chin, her arms folded beneath her he fucked with his member switching between her noisy dripping wet cunt and her painful arse, again and again he switched and pounded until he spent his load once more, this time she grunted out load every time she came. She could not remember the number of times she came but each was more stronger than the one before, she felt so degraded for allowing herself to get pleasure from this experience . . . . . grabbing her pigtail he span her round and forced his now softening cock deep into her mouth. . . . . . . . . Ratter-tat-tat, ratter-tat-tat the train slowed for the station, she collected her things and made her way to the exit door. . . with her breasts hanging, her juices running down her leg, his cum bubbling out of her ass she looked at the young man and said . . . “same time next week Mr Smith?”. . . . . . |
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