Good Vibrations - 2009-09-04
Kelly loved taking the train. Some people detest long journeys and dread the idea of hours in a claustrophobic space, but Kelly was always thrilled at the prospect. It wasn't the other passengers, the stuffy air or the food trolley that did it for her; she had no particular liking for the ticket inspector or for the train driver. What made Kelly love trains so much was the constant rhythmic rocking motions and the vibrations that sent shivers up her spine and between her legs.
As a younger girl, Kelly wasn't sure why she liked the train so much - she just always left with a glow and a smile. But as she blossomed into a woman and learned all the ways in which her body worked, Kelly became to realise that this fuzzy feeling was arousal. After she acknowledged that, each journey was a thrilling ride that left her head reeling and her knickers wet with desire. At first it was a little embarrassing, but she soon came to terms with it and learned to enjoy the experience. She had the same effect from motorbikes, but the chance to ride those was less common.
The day that Kelly always remembered was a hazy summers day in June. It was one of the first hot days of the year; the humidity hadn't yet had a chance to kick in and the air was clear. Kelly jumped at the chance to wear one of her thigh skimming summer dresses, donned some wedged sandals and over sized sunglasses to complete the look. She was a sweet, pretty looking girl with blonde hair and blue eyes - your classic baby doll. A few men noticed her smooth legs as she breezed by on her way to the railway station and turned their heads to follow her path; she was planning a trip out of the city to see her friend in the countryside. She would leave behind her day job offering escort services in London; just the thought of an hour on the train had Kelly revved up.
After boarding, Kelly chose a quiet spot in the corner where she could close her eyes and fantasise undisturbed. She had just made herself comfortable when someone caught her eye. A man had sat down opposite her, almost in touching distance if she stretched. He was gorgeous; dressed scruffily in a black t-shirt and jeans, he could've been a model for Levi or Armani. Kelly couldn't help but stare as he stretched up to put his bag in the overhead storage, revealing a glimpse of his tanned, taut stomach as his t-shirt rode up. This combined with the anticipation of the journey to come had Kelly wet before the engine had even started!
The man soon noticed Kelly's admiring glances and he was more than happy to return them. Not being the shy type, he leaned towards her slightly and introduced himself.
"Hi there. I'm Kyle" he smiled. Kelly flushed a little, then returned his smile.
"Kelly" she replied, and mirrored his position stretching to shake his hand.
For the next ten minutes they just smiled at each other occassionally, first coyly and then seductively. Frustrated with the amount of tension in the air, Kelly was fidgeting in her seat and biting her lip. She wished that nobody else was there so she could slide her fingers inside her pussy - it only would've taken her seconds to orgasm from the state she was in. At that point, Kyle leaned over and whispered to her in a husky voice - "I want you".
He stood up and strode purposefully to the bathroom. The disabled was spacious enough, and luckily it was clean and fresh. A moment behind him was Kelly, who locked the door behind them not caring if anyone had seen. There was no time for gentle kisses or undressing; they had no interest in getting to know each other first: This was pure raw passion. Although Kyle was more confident, Kelly was so overcome with lust that she took charge and pushed him against the wall. She unbuttoned his jeans and took his big cock in her delicate hand, marvelling at the size of it. Exactly what she needed. She pulled her knickers to the side and wrapped one knee around his waist. Tilting her hips towards him, Kyle pushed himself into her as a groan escaped his lips. With no time to take things slow, he grinded into her as fast and hard as he was capable of, losing the slow rhythm of the train. Kelly was not quiet about her orgasm; inside a minute she was moaning and crying out with her head back in ecstasy.
From now on, Kelly knew exactly what she would be fantasising about both when she was offering her escort services and on all of her train journeys.
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