Strangers on a train (part 1) | 2016

Trains are intimidating places to start conversations. They are crowded, loud, and everyone is in a hurry to get to where they're going. That is why I was surprised when someone in an obvious but not indecipherable Eastern European accent asked me if the book I was reading was any good.

The voice belonged to Adriana. Her five and a half foot, slender frame was standing across from me in a dark blue top and a pair of skinny jeans that showed off her long legs. As we talked for the next fifteen minutes, I learned that she was a recent migrant to the country from Slovakia who was struggling to translate her degree in architecture into anything besides waiting tables at an overpriced restaurant in the city. I asked her what time she got off of work. We agreed to grab drinks that evening.

I had arrived at the bar before she did and was already through my first beer when she walked in. She ordered a martini as we picked up where we left off. With the help of a few drinks. the conversation soon devolved into shameless flirtation... into my hands finding their way to her hips... my lips finding their way to her ears as I whispered my intentions to her. She bit her lip. I paid the tab and we took a cab back to my place.

We barely made it through the door before I grabbed her and pressed her between my body and the wall. Her hands, now pinned over her head with one hand as the other gripped her hips... sliding her blue top higher. I teased her bottom lip with my teeth before changing my focus to her neck. I pulled her top over her head and let it fall to the floor. It would soon be joined by her jeans and my clothes.

She wrapped her legs around me as my arms braced her ass and back. I carried her over to the dining room... laying her on the warm wood table... admiring her perfect alabaster frame.

I parted her legs with my body and began to kiss down her legs to her inner thighs. My hands rubbed her hips... moving closer and closer to her center as I kiss her hips... up her torso. I unhooked her bra... slowly sliding it off her arms as I teased them with my lips.

My index finger was now running along her groove... teasing her through her underwear as I teased her nipples with my teeth. Her hips rocking into my hand as I slid her soaked through panties to the side and continued to tease her with my fingers.

My thumb was drawing circles on her clit as I wrapped my middle finger with her wetness. I slowly curled it inside her as my lips and teeth returned to her neck. I could feel her changing breathing turn into pleasured moans as my fingers teased her spot in a fast-slow-fast rhythm.

She gripped the edge of the table as she shuddered in climax... her wetness dripped down my hands. She begged to be fucked. As happy as I was to oblige, I wanted her to beg some more... I carried her to the bedroom where I tied her to the slits in my bedframe so that she was bent over in prostration... her eyes covered by one of my silk ties.

I kneeled behind her and continued where I left off... this time with my tongue teasing her by running along her dripping wet cunt as my hand gripped and spanked her ample, increasingly reddened ass. She struggled against her binds... gripping them as she came again.

I continued to grip and spank her as I pressed my cockhead against her pussy. Running it along her groove as I teased her just a little bit longer. She begs for my cock. "Fuck me," she says in a desperate plea. I find it hard to resist.

To be continued...