Seduction on the Train (Travel Gal Erotica) (5 page)

“Give the bottle to me, Leila,” Joseph commanded.

She leaned forward to hand it to him, her breasts falling forward yet more.  Joseph gasped and tried hard to contain himself.  He couldn’t.  He let go of his own member and reached forward, grabbing each of her buds, twisting and then massaging them with his thumbs.  He groaned deeply and let go.  She wondered that he could have so much self-control.  How had he not come yet?

“Stay sitting up and look at me, Leila,” he ordered her.  “Now, what I just did to you, do to yourself.  Don’t touch yourself anywhere else.   Just your nipples.”

As Leila reached forward, cupping her breasts, she let her fingers slowly caress her nipples, feeling a crashing pleasure she was not aware she could give herself. 

“That’s right, Leila.  Just explore.  Do what feels good.”

While she was flicking and licking her fingers and slowly massaging her now very red nipples, Joseph had taken the wine bottle and begun to lick and alternately suck its neck.

“You taste so good, Leila.  I can’t wait to put my mouth on you, to put my tongue inside of you.  I cannot imagine anything better at this moment.”

Then he set the bottle aside and began to massage himself again, quickening the pace.  “I want to come between your breasts,” he said.  “Come here and bend down in front of me.”

Leila obliged, kneeling on the soft rug that separated the beds.  Joseph quickly unclasped her bra, allowing her breast to tumble forward, and he encased his penis in between them, moving it up and down, almost frantically while grasping at her nipples, pinching them, twisting them.

Leila groaned in pain and pleasure; he leant down and their lips met again, his tongue inside of her, then biting her lips while his fully lubricated penis slid between her wanting breasts.

He continued to kiss her hard and Leila brought her hands from her nipples to his penis, one hand on the shaft working steadily up and down while the other fingered and caressed its head, flicking and teasing.  Giving him the pleasure he had been giving her all night long was a huge turn on for her, and she found herself shuddering, and collapsing with her head in his lap at just the same time he ejaculated and let out a loud, “Oh, Leila.  Fuck, Leila.  Oh, fuck.” 

It was the first obscenity she had heard from him, but he said it with such conviction.  (And it was, after all, apropos to the situation.)  The Indian/English accent didn’t hurt either.

He threw himself down on his bed, panting, wet with sweat and cum and desire.  It was not more than a moment, though, before he sat up again, pulling up his underwear and pants and doing up his belt.  His white undershirt, tightly fitted, exposed that expansive, ripped chest she had been longing to admire all night. 

He got up from his bed, chiding her gently: “You really need to show more decorum, Leila.   Look at yourself.  Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up.  We’re done for the evening.  Tomorrow is a new day.”

She gave him a starry-eyed smile and he gave her a stern look that ended with a smile he couldn’t resist giving her, especially as she rose from the bed, flushed and naked except for the crotchless tights that had managed to stay on throughout the entire evening.  It was quite a view.

Leila went in the WC and came back to their quarters in her flannel pajama bottoms and loose pink tee shirt sans bra, washed and brushed.  She was surprised to see him already in his own sweat pants still wearing the white undershirt, clinging sexily to his hard body.

“I will go perform my ablutions and see you in the morning then, Leila,” he said, chastely pecking her on the cheek.  “Thank you for a most delightful evening.  I’m greatly looking forward to tomorrow.”

Seduction on the Train

Day Two

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