Journey to Remember

Reb runs.

Reb runs, faster and yet faster still.

She approaches the ticket collector, flashing her dazzling smile at the same time as her ticket. Leaping over discarded luggage the ticket collector is awarded with a brief, though tantalising glimpse of Reb's tanned and glistening legs as they drive her once gain towards the soon departing train.

Pushing damp hair away from her flushed face Reb reaches for the door to the last carriage as at that very instant the train judders into life. Reaching fingers grasp then slide from the handle, Reb's face falls, she realises that again she will be late for Ian, no doubt he will punish her with some perverted torture or degraded act. With this thought Reb feels a quickening between her legs, a moisture, not from her athletic pursuit of the train, but from her lustful eager anticipation of their lovemaking to come.

Suddenly a ray of light flashes across her sparkling eyes - the door is open, a searching, straining hand is thrust towards her...with her last reserves of strength Reb forces her tired, aching muscles to one last push. As the train speeds two hands meet, and Reb is drawn by the other into the train.

Breathing heavily, wiping the sweat from her reddened face Reb stands catching her breath, unaware of the effect her appearance is having on her would be saviour.

The rail steward's eyes rake across Reb's exhausted body as she leans against the rail, temporarily winded. His eyes note her feet, enclosed in small 'pop' white socks and sandals. His glance traverses up the exposed, glistening flesh of her calves to the hidden treasures of her thighs beneath her thin cotton summer dress. His eyes travel along her arms to her shoulders and neck. At her neck he notices a thin silver chain that drapes itself across her pulsating chest, nestling itself between her hidden breasts as they themselves heave and strain for air. The steward looks at her face, flushed and glistening with her own sweat, her hair just reaching past her shoulders, died reddish brown with mousy blond roots showing, is matted across her face, as he watches her delicate fingers brush it away, highlighting her beauty. As she is distracted the steward drinks in her face, her eyes are a lovely grey, with long eye brows and sexy eye lashes.

He feels a stirring in his loins as he hurriedly looks away, whilst mentally imagining shooting his cum across her face. Embarrassed now his eyes rove across her body, drinking in her beauty, first resting on her breasts where he gasps, the thin material of her dress is soaked with the fruit of her dash fro the train, the sweat has made it virtually transparent. He blinks once, then twice as to imprint forever the image of her naked, shapely breasts, the nipples straining as if to force themselves through the thin material that acts as their cruel prison, like two puppies under a blanket he thinks wryly, the aureoles are light brown, tipped by small but stubbly nipples, no doubt excited by her exertions and the friction against the dress from her pursuit of the train. Still unaware of her condition Reb wipes away another bead of sweat from her face, feeling a further warm bead trickle from the nape of her neck, travelling between her shoulders, down her back to soak into the rear of her thin cotton panties. Reb quivers with this sensation, causing her breasts to move, an image that the steward delights in further.

His face aflame the steward's eyes move to Reb's waist to find that he is granted a glimpse of her thighs between the buttons of her dress, he is further rewarded with a glimpse of Reb's cotton white panties as Reb turns and reaches for his hand. All he can think of is how warm, soft and smooth her skin feels, he is immediately overcome with almost a primal longing to stroke her, touch her, explore every inch and every orifice of this lovely creature now holding his hand, holding his HAND!!!.

Reb, still unaware of the reaction her body is having on the poor steward coughs, once then twice, the steward's attention is drawn away from the pressure of his cock that is straining for release. Now looking into those tantalising eyes oncemore, he receives Reb's smile of gratitude, a smile which he would gladly satisfy anything to receive if one more time.

Then she is gone, he watches her shapely buttocks as she walks away from him down the aisle, the cotton dress moulds itself to her arse as if a second skin, the shadow of her white panties clearly visible beneath the lightly printed dress.

Reb walks

Reb walks, her legs beginning to tighten after her dash for the train, becoming increasingly aware of her dishevelled appearance. She glances over her shoulder and notices the helpful steward still looking at her, she raises one arm and waves her appreciation again. She turns oncemore and hurriedly begins to look for an empty carriage as outside the last of the sun's rays begin to depart as dusk hurries to meet the embrace of night .

The third carriage is shrouded in shadows of the setting sun but blessedly empty. Sliding the door shut Reb takes a seat facing forward next to the window, which she then strains with and finally successfully opens. As she finally catches her breath Reb chuckles, thinking how Ian would scold her for being late, how she would bristle with his understanding and forgiveness, whilst secretly wishing for her 'punishment', her mind travels back to the last time she had disappointed him......

....where Ian had stripped her naked, and whilst doing so his exploring of her, his teasing of her with his pliable, adventurous, and yes, sometimes torturous fingers, a cupping of one breast, a tweak on one nipple, a finger within her rear, a stroke of her clit... and then making her stand so so still, her legs spread wide, pushing against the wall, breasts cruelly scraping against the bare brickwork, fine mortar dust collecting in her matted pubes as her cunt leaked with anticipation of her punishment to come......then the bite of the whip against her naked thighs, then her arse itself, ...the pain...then the strange quivering, sensual response as her own body betrayed her...the silence as Ian left the room....his return...coming closer to where Reb's thighs and buttocks quivered in both shock and erotic anticipation.....the new sensation of a cool paste being smeared over her buttocks, the crush of the brickwork as when she tries to turn a hand is placed between her shoulders, the further bite of the coarse stone as her now pert nipples scrape the wall.....the sense of his hand as her legs are forced further apart....her cunt cupped by Ian's hands, his probing, inquisitive fingers....Reb's legs tremble as her most private place is cruelly explored as one then two fingers enter her, teasing her pussy lips, stroking the inner walls of her cunt.....the withdraw of the hand, the feeling of disappointment and emptiness...to be replaced by a wet and inquisitive tongue, that licks the paste firstly from her buttocks....leaving Reb nervously trembling as it pauses temporarily by the lips of her little ring, then as she hears the first sound since the whirl of the whip, Ian chuckles in response to her nervousness and lowers his face between her pulsating legs, that both glisten with her perspiration and her own cum as it seeps down from between her thighs...Ian catches one such bead of her cum with his tongue and follows it upward to its origin, to Reb's sodden cunt, there he eats her hard as Reb grinds her glistening body into the wall in equal measures of frustration and arousal....

'Perhaps it might have been better if I missed the train' thinks Reb!!

Reb looks though the window at the darkening countryside as it moves rapidly by. Her mind still with Ian, images of him above her, his cock driving into her, her legs locked behind him, drawing him closer, deeper........she feels the gentle rumble of the carriage as it is pulled by the engine....her senses now heightened, both by her dash for the train, and the thoughts of Ian, Reb as much as senses as feels the power of the locomotive, she tunes into the gentle throb of the locomotive...the sensation moves up the back of her tired thighs, as if massaging life back into her very limbs. Her pussy begins to throb as the carriage sways through the dark countryside, sat inside the shadowed carriage, Reb watches the woman in the reflection of the window adjust her position, two no three buttons at the bottom of her dress have become undone....no doubt as a result of her run for the train Reb muses.

The woman reaches for her small handbag until now ignored, and takes from it a small white handkerchief and begins to mop her still perspiring neck, then chest, glancing down the lady notices the transparency of her dress, first shocked, then secretly aroused, the woman undoes one, two, then a third button, then traces the outline of her breasts with the handkerchief...as she does so her nipples harden oncemore.

In the darkness that is now the carriage, lighted only by the full moon, Reb watches as the woman in the window continues to unbutton her cotton dress until a thin valley of naked flesh is visible. The woman flaps the two halves of the dress, delighting in the cold evening breeze on her breasts, her nipples harden further, the delicate blond hairs on her flat stomach rise as if at attention. Casting shadows across her breasts the dress hangs limply from her shoulders...the lady in the window continues to unbutton the dress, until suddenly no buttons remain.

Still looking out, Reb sees hands that could only be her own open her dress, exposing beneath her thin, white, cotton panties. Again delighting in the cooling breeze that assails her thighs, Reb's fingers slowly trace Ian's name across the very surface of the material...as they progress a thin trail of her cum appears, dampening further her now soaked knickers.

Overcome now, whether from the exertions of her run, thoughts of her lover Ian pumping his hot seed into her cunt, or the tantalising touch of the cool evening air on so much of her exposed flesh, Reb begins to tease her fingers around the elasticated edge of her now sodden panties. With her fingernail she raises one side of her knickers, delighting in the sensation of fresh air on her imprisoned cunt, the air tickles and plays with her matted pubes. Pulling further still, the cotton material stretches and bites into her buttocks, but provides ready access for own inquisitive, seeking fingers. Now harshly pulling her panties to one side her cunt is fully exposed. With well worn practice Reb begins to explore her body, her trembles matched only by that of the speeding train.

First stroking her pubes, Reb eases a solitary fingernail around the lips of her cunt, sending waves of anticipation of the pleasures to come. With her second finger she holds the flaps of her cunt open, a small gasp escapes her mouth as the now frigid air penetrates her most inner sanctum, causing the very walls of her pink slit to tremble. Reb then inserts her forefinger into her cunt to the knuckle, her inner muscles contract seizing her finger, squeezing it tightly as if it were a plunging, driving cock.

Tracing her inner walls with her forefinger Reb alternates in teasing and playing with her now engorged clit that stands proudly exposed to her fingers. Fingers now working manically, still glancing at the woman in the window, Reb trembles, her breasts shudder oncemore, again covered in a thin film of perspiration despite the cold, her nipples harden further (as battleship rivets Reb muses) her belly heaving, her legs a quiver, Reb cums across her hand...her thighs close instinctively almost crushing her hand that remains embedded within her sex.

Reb looks again at the woman in the mirror, she now appears a trifle pale, her summer tan long gone, her eyes glazed, her lips full and she is smiling, and oh what a lovely smile......

Reb shudders.

Reb shudders, her hand trapped still between her quivering thighs, her remaining hand plying its trade across her breasts, feeling the softness of her skin, delighting and teasing each hard nipple in turn. Reb gasps for breath as she is propelled forward by wave upon wave of orgasm. As her thighs relax their hold upon her hand, stilled embedded within her sex, she withdraws her fingers and raises her wet hand to her face. Her fingers are saturated with her own cum, the clear liquid glimmers in the moonlight that falls across her exposed flesh through the train window. Reb brings her damp fingers to her mouth, as her tongue pierces her lips to lick her fingers from the knuckle to the tip she tastes vanilla, mild vanilla. The remaining moisture she smears across her breasts, across her flat stomach to the matted blond hairs of her snatch, where her fingers once gain trace the outline of her cunt that now oncemore lies beneath her cotton white panties which are now little more than transparent.

From her waist Reb's eyes follow her long, sensual legs, her thighs, her calves, to her small 'pop' socks, now slightly askew but still enclosed by her sandals. It is here, looking at the floor in a room full of shadows where her eyes fasten on an expensive Italian leather shoe, her ears, heightened perhaps by her state of high arousal latches onto the ragged breathing of someone other than that of herself.

Suddenly assailed by doubt Reb sits still, perfectly still. The figure sat in deep deep shadow moves slightly, as if to adjust itself into a more comfortable position. Cotton dress open at the front, her own cum dripping from her chin, and smeared across her breasts and belly, Reb sits quietly, stunned and in the same instant feeling a raw sexual hunger as she realises how she has just unknowingly gratified herself in front of the eyes of a complete stranger. Still remaining motionless, the moon casting its lunar light across her now shivering breast Reb sits defiantly, daring the stranger to leave in disgust, to be offended by her depravity and wantonness

But the stranger does neither of these things. His face clouded in shadows, Reb is in no doubt that her co-passenger is a he, as the moon's light casts its frail light across the strangers waist, where Reb can do no otherwise than notice the huge bulge at his fly. Still shrouded in shadows the stranger crosses the narrow space to Reb's seat and sits himself by her side.

Nervous now, but still greatly aroused by this turn of events, Reb tries to project an aura of polite non-interest as she casually looks out of the window, seeking the woman in the window oncemore. Strange and powerful feelings are ploughing through her body, her senses have never been so keen, her body waits in anticipation for the next chapter of this unforgettable adventure........ a hand lightly touches Reb's thigh, just below her open dress.

Stiffening Reb stares transfixed out of the window as light, gentle fingers trace patterns through the moonlight that plays across her thigh. The fold of her dress is drawn aside as a hand is placed gently over her mound, itself protected by only the thin breadth of her still damp panties. The hand exerts a slight pressure, the heel of the hand performing a slow, circling action, whilst one finger extends to probe the greater darkness further between her thighs. Reb involuntarily, and instinctively raises her buttocks to grant the probing finger even further purchase.

With the hand still plying its sensual trade above her panties, which are themselves above her sex, Reb shivers further as her dress is drawn yet further aside, now completely exposing her breasts to the strangers eyes. Reb shudders when without any warning her right breast is assailed by a wet and inquisitive mouth, her nipple, already sorely abused, is oncemore teased and played with, but this time by an unknown mouth and an unknown tongue. Reb winces slightly as the stranger brings his teeth into play, then relaxes some as the stranger's face travels further across her breast, Reb both feels and senses the stranger's mouth opening and stretching further still, as if to eat her breast whole!!

Still transfixed by the moonlight Reb now feels two hands around her waist, one slides further south, finding purchase behind her knees, the other moves up her back. In an instant, with only a small cry of alarm Reb is caught in the stranger's embrace and lifted...only to be carried no further than back into the shadows from whence the stranger came.

Now totally within the stranger's thrall, Reb allows herself to be laid across the carriage seat, but face downwards!!! She allows her arms to be raised, her thin cotton dress drawn over her arms and removed. Perversely the stranger allows her to remain wearing her socks and sandals. Otherwise Reb is now only clothed in her panties. She is alone with a stranger, in a darkened carriageway, on a train racing through the Australian outback at the dead of night. A Hand assails the thin cord of her panties at her waist.

As a further hand forces itself beneath where she lies, Reb finds herself lifted and her last remaining garment, her treasured white cotton panties are drawn across her buttocks, down her thighs, to her calves and over her still sandaled feet. Looking over her shoulder Reb tries to search out the stranger's face, but other than the moon's light playing across her naked buttocks and thighs all she can see is a dark, non-descriptive shadowy form. A shadowy form that is now easing her legs apart.

Suddenly frightened Reb begins to doubt herself, she cannot believe she has let herself be so easily manipulated into this position, to be fucked by a stranger in the dark!!. She tries to rise, only to fall back into the cushioned seat as the hand, now free of the restrictions of her knickers seeks and finds the folds of her cunt oncemore. Reb's only remaining action is to sigh, and give herself to the moment.

Grinding her sex upon the stranger's hand Reb is once again assailed by doubts as the hand is rudely, and rapidly withdrawn, to be as quickly replaced by something else. Reb can do no other than feel the stranger's hard cock probing the wet folds of her cunt, seeking and at the same time teasing the entrance to her womanhood. A hand snakes below her breasts across her belly, raising Reb to her knees, in the same action Reb feels the stranger's hard cock, find and move smoothly within her. The stranger, his arm gripping Reb across her stomach draws Reb to him, further embedding her on his manhood. Now fully inside her, the stranger partially withdraws, then slowly moves forwards oncemore, drawing Reb back onto his cock again.

In the dark. all alone, Reb finds herself embedded on a stranger's cock.

The stranger continues his pumping action, driving his cock into her, building up a powerful rhythm as he pounds Reb's sodden and poorly abused cunny. The arm holding her around the belly is all slick with Reb's sweat, the stranger's fingers slide across her breasts, binding Reb's tits cruelly to her chest.

Fucking her, the stranger proceeds to reach forward with his free hand, teasing and playing with her mousy hair, that like after her manic dash to catch the train is again awash with her sweat. Catching hold of her hair the stranger drags her violently back towards him, embedding her further onto his cock whilst at the same time bringing Reb's head backwards so as the moon's light cascades across her face where it accentuates her beauty and the frown that is beginning to gather across her lovely face, as a further orgasm begins to build within her. Recognising the woman's near orgasmic state the stranger quickens his pace, driving his iron hard cock into her, pounding her very flesh.

Reb begins to moan, then slowly weep as she realises that someone other that her Ian is going to cum inside her, where she has kept herself pure, for Ian, but her body has all but disserted her as she instinctively drives herself harder and harder still onto the stranger's cock.