(This story is unique for me. It is little more than a cyber-session I once enjoyed with a woman over two decades ago. Some global editing to remove the chat names on each line; spell check; formatting; and a tad of tense-changing on a few of the verbs. That's it! If there is interest, I could share the test of the chat itself.)
Traveling by train in India, the air hot and humid, dripping with sensuality... It's hot out... the air heavy with humidity, it seems days since I last felt clean and fresh. My business done up country, I'm headed back to port in Mumbai. The crowd and noise on the train keeps me from sleeping despite the soothing rocking and the clack of the wheels on the track. Tired, I rise, intending to step out onto the back platform to get away from the general hubbub. As I step out onto the platform, I see a lovely woman is already there. She is standing with her eyes closed, neck stretched to catch what she can of the cooling breeze... In a long, but light, silk dress. Nothing on underneath. To hot and constricting. She is barefoot. She turns at the sound of my intrusion, casting her eyes upon me. I see the sheen of sweat on her body. I close the door behind me, and the noise of the crowd is gone. Only the clacking of the train remains...
"Good afternoon, madam. Please excuse the intrusion." I move to the railing next to you, peering at the landscape moving slowly past. Your scent is alluring, and I observe you from the corner of my eye. You are slim and stand erect as though aware of the appearance you project.
"Business or pleasure?" you ask.
"My business is done now, pleasure for the rest of the trip!"
"And are you enjoying the scenery?"
Did you catch me admiring your body? Or are you simply remarking on the scenery? Before I can decide how to respond a sudden lurch of the train knocks us off balance and I suddenly find my hands about your waist.... your hands on my shoulders... I am intensely aware of the motion of the train beneath our feet and the way we sway together...
"He smells so good", you think to yourself, but you pull back, not wanting to be obvious. But my presence has aroused you.
Staring into your eyes, I decide to take a chance and pull you towards me... feeling your body as it presses against my own. After a brief protest, you sigh, surrendering yourself to my embrace. My hands are warm and strong... I can feel your nipples getting hard. Your head rests against my shoulder, my hands caress your back. As we embrace, you think "I wonder how far this will go, or if it's just the momentary reaction that will pass. I don't want it to." You reach your hand to my face and bring my mouth to yours. Slowly, as I begin to lightly kiss your neck, my hands move down to stroke the gentle swell of your ass... Chills run up your spine... you return the gesture, feeling my firm ass, pressing yourself into me... then slip your hands under my shirt. I feel your nipples hard against my chest and am aware that you cannot help but to notice the swelling of my cock in my cotton pants. I kiss you deeply, my tongue insinuating itself into your mouth. You have bewitched me!
