This train is taking forever. I'm so fucking bored. I've been on here for two days already and I'm going stir-crazy. I make my way to the bar car for the dozenth time, wishing I still smoked, wishing for a cigarette, knowing neither matters since there's no smoking allowed on the Amtrak anyway. I get my drink and go back up to the observation level car. Some random strangers are playing some card game that looks funnier than what I've been doing all day so I walk over and ask if I can join. The three of them look at each other, considering, and the guy in the booth nearest my side slides over so I can sit down. He's kinda cute. I know he would be after three more of these vodka tonics, anyway. I slide into the booth and they fill me in on the basics of the game they're playing.
I down my drink and then go below deck to order another one. I come back upstairs and they all turn to look at me at the same time. The guy I've been sitting next to has a bit of a shit eating grin on his face. We play a few more rounds and then he offers to go down and buy everyone another round. I'm pretty tipsy by this point, but I'm the kind of tipsy that thinks another one would be a fabulous idea, even if maybe it isn't. He returns and I slide over to let him sit down instead of getting up. I'm about halfway through my drink when I realize his hand is on my thigh. I'm wearing a skirt and its flimsy material slides against my skin as his hand moves upward. Instantly my pussy is awake. Here's a sensation I hadn't gone looking for.
I keep my face the way it is, not letting on to any of the others what's happening below the table. My knees spread apart even though I'm not sure I want them to. I feel fuzzy from drinking and it just feels so delicious that I decide I don't want him to stop. His hand slides under my skirt and touches the naked flesh of my thigh and it sends a shiver through me that's hard to disguise. My thighs spread apart even further like they're no longer under my own control. My body is operating only on what physical sensations it wants right now. His hand slides over to my panties and I can feel his body stiffen when he realizes that the cotton is wet. I open my right thigh even more and his fingers slip under them and find my sweet wetness. He rubs a little, then pulls his hand out and casually puts his two fingers in his mouth to taste
He says he has to go to the bathroom and gets up abruptly. I see as he stands that he has a raging hard-on he's trying to hide, but it's totally obvious to anyone looking. A few minutes later I tell my stranger-companions that I'm tired so I'm heading back to my seat to sleep. I cross into the next car and go down the steps to the lower level. He's standing by the open door to the bigger bathroom-the one with a bench and a big mirror in it. He doesn't say a word, just holds the door open for me. I cross under his arm and he closes and locks the door behind us. He walks behind me and walks me forward to the counter in front of the mirror, bending me over and pressing my face down into the countertop.
He pushes my skirt up and just looks at my ass for a little while, then he bends down and licks the inside of my thighs that are glistening wet already. He yanks my panties down and then spreads my legs apart. I can see him in the mirror behind me. He's watching me in the mirror too, as he puts his fingers into my pussy, sliding them in nice and easy. I can tell he's pleased by the silky soft wetness inside me. It feels good and I'm a little bit spinny. I begin to breathe heavy, small moans escaping my mouth. He covers my mouth with his hand and gives me a warning look in the mirror. He raises one finger to his lips telling me to be quiet, so I squeeze my eyes shut for a minute, getting my breathing under control.
Suddenly he's between my legs, his tongue just inside my ass. This is a completely new experience for me, but not one that I don't like. He shoves me forward on the counter and spreads my ass open for him to evaluate what to do with me next. He must like what he sees, because his tongue isn't just dancing around, it's full inside my ass. Another new one for me. This one makes me hot and makes me want what he's giving to me. The taboo of ass sex. I had thought I'd never be into that, but here we are now, and I've got my wrist against my mouth to keep me quiet.
He smacks my right ass cheek and it stings. It's probably going to leave a welt. This is the part where I insist that we stop, but honestly, I'm a little too drunk to worry about that. He's made me want this and I'm powerless to stop myself from responding to this. He puts three fingers into me-at least I think that's right. It's hard to tell if you're not looking. He's fucking me with his hands, and he pushes my hair off my neck, caressing the hollow of my throat with one thumb as he bangs me from behind. I press myself into his hand, my legs open and my back flat on the counter.