Awayday
"What am I doing... Paris to
Bordeaux, and on the slow train! Time to read this book at least, 'Ladies of
the Kasbah - the story of Irelands most infamous brothel' is this really all
they had at the station?"
The steady motion of the train, the early summer warmth, the boredom of this
ridiculous book, all factors to promote her steady slide into sleep.
The carriage door crashes open.. laughing, giggling, the couple slump down
onto the seat, noisily stowing their baggage. Outside the station signs slip
quickly by, 'Vendome', the hills of Touraine masking the sun of a late
afternoon.
"Back to this book, I cant wait for something.. anything to happen and
make it at least an interesting read!"
The couple, still giggling and cuddling together, seem oblivious of her as she
sneaks glances, the young man, powerful, vaguely reminiscent of Russell Crowe,
the girl a lot younger, Algerian origins obviously. They are kissing,
"sweet" she thinks "..lots of passion there", she can hear
the man's breathing even over the noise of the train, the girls nice brown
legs flashing delectably above the stocking top... "yes, now back to this
book...". The girls hands steal open his shirt button and slip within,
Heather gets a flash of his broad hairy chest, "Puts Adam's to
shame.." flashes across her mind.
The girl looks very hot, clinging onto her 'Russell', her lips at his ear,
whispering, the hands moving under the shirt. Heather notices her cropped top
rising high to reveal that warm, soft, brown belly flesh, feeling her
concentration from the book, lapsing. The man laughs softly, and turns fully
to the girl, kissing her passionately, tongues flashing, sucking, licking, his
hands urgent on her waist.. another flash of leg from the girl as she
uncrosses, Heather gets a glance and smile from the girl as the man covers her
neck with kisses and little bites, the girl wrinkles her face and is lost in
his embrace.
The girls legs drift open.. the erotic flesh above the stockings calling to
Heather's gaze, she can feel her own face flushing in harmony with theirs.
"Its far too hot in
here.." she thinks. The man's hand squeezes under the crop top, engulfing
the girl's pendulous breast, kneading... Heather has lost all interest in her
book now, not even pretending to read, openly watching... the girls hands
working in his lap, unzipping, roaming inside, stroking, clutching at his
hardness. The crop top has drifted higher, you can just see the erect brown
nipple under the mans hand, teasing, cupping, pressing to its depths, the man
gazes fully at Heather as the girls head slips to his lap, her mass of curly
hair enveloping, hands and lips working beneath, the man's stare at Heather's
cleavage full of meaning, his open lips mouthing who knows what. He shuts his
eyes under the girls ministrations, as she shakes away that long hair
revealing her mouth around his cock, firm, meaty, "so like Adam's"
she thinks (editor's note: delusional obviously). The girl thrusts it into her
mouth, the red lips encircling, tongue lapping, she looks fully at Heather,
the heat of passion in her eyes inviting, showing, she sucks hard, the man
wincing yet completely lost, Heather's mouth tingles in sympathy. The man's
free hand clutches at the girls skirt, dragging the black fabric high to
reveal that lace and brown flesh, his hand darting, fumbling between, her legs
part to give him access, Heather can see the dark bush, his fingers curling,
probing beneath the ridiculously small thong. The heat in the compartment
grows as the pair gaze at Heather, meaningfully, sharing their longing, they
get up and reach over, taking Heather's hands, one to the man's meaty flesh,
the girls hands helping, revealing the weighty balls, Heather encircling the
hot flesh squeezing, rubbing. Her other hand has been brought to the girls
thighs, urgently open, thong askew, the smell of sex in the room dizzying
everyone, the girl rubbing herself on Heather's free hand, the wetness
increasing.
Heather feels the man's strong hands on her body, cupping, stroking, groping,
her head dragged into the depths of his lap, the rubbery cock thrusting into
her mouth, fucking, fucking, fucking. The girl pulls at Heather's clothes, the
summer suit coming away so easily, bra, panties, their M&S labels
flapping, flung to the winds. She feels the naked breasts of the girl at her
back, the hard nipples gliding, hands slapping on Heather's quivering bum,
probing between, fingers slipping in her juice, the long nails scratching
making traceries around her anus. Heather pants around the weighty shaft, her
hair gripped, throat choking on the thrusts, a reprieve as he withdraws fully,
her saliva dripping onto the compartment floor, held by his strong arms as she
feels the girl's tongue licking and probing at her, her nose nuzzling into her
holes, chewing gently, licking, rasping, fingers dancing around her inner lips
spreading her open... shuddering, juddering exquisite juicy flowings and noisy
lapping, her breasts squeezed flat within the man's grasp.
"Angouleme"... "Angouleme"... Heather's book falls off her
lap to the floor with a bang waking her, as the couple, still giggling,
negotiate their baggage onto the platform.
Complete and unabridged 2/- at all good bookstalls.
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