I heard the sound of the train running along the tracks. I was finally free. Divorced and alone, but happy. Released now. After giving myself for more than 20 years to a guy who always treated me like his own. I was just an item for him. His mother, when he needed something to eat and the house to be cleaned, his shoulder, when he came home crying like a little baby and his puppet when he needed someone to fuck.
Which happened just once a month and then it only took a minute. He would jump on me, push his cock into my pussy and come. Then he turned around to sleep and snore shortly afterwards.
I didn't dare to stand up against him. I was too weak and I had always been taught to be a loyal and caring wife.
And I was, right up until the day I met HIM. He was tall, strong with dark eyes and a toned beefy body. He was a real gentleman, very nice and kind and also very strong and powerful. He had an iron will, a clearness in his words, he was assertive. All the qualities I wish I had and admired.
I felt his presence as soon as I saw him. One day, I just saw this person and felt I knew everything about him. The kind of person, who just enters a room and takes over the air you are breathing. It's something about them, maybe their appearance, their charisma, just the way they talk. Whatever it was, he took my attention and my breath away.
I never thought such a man would be interested in someone like me - me, the unimposing wallflower. But for some unknown reason and twist of faith, he was.
We met the day I was going back to my old village in Clarksville. My mother was very ill and I wanted to visit her. Of course my husband didn't have time for me or my worries about her health.
"Got to work," was all he said when I asked him. So I took the train and went by myself.
It was an awful day, raining cats and dogs. I was wet to the bone and my coat hardly gave me any protection me from all the wind. I hurried up the stairs to the station and almost screamed in frustration. My train was just about to leave. I started to run and stumbled on the last step.
Oh shit." I swore in desperation. There I was lying in the middle of a big puddle.
"Thank you God for this weather." I muttered under my breath, looking wet and bedraggled.
A voice suddenly interrupted my bad tempered thoughts.
"That's very sweet of you. But you don't have to fall down on your knees in front of me. Yes, I'm a king - but that's just my name." He spoke with a big grin in his face.
Still upset I looked at him "What are you talking about?"
"King. George Layton King. That's me." He laughed, took my hand and helped me to my feet.
His hand was big and warm over mine. He lifted me up until we stood face to face. I still was upset, but his big smile made me melt and my bad nature away. I didn't feel the rain and the dirt on my face anymore. His hand was strong but also soft and warm. His voice deep with a wonderful timbre. If he had kissed me then...
"Wake up," I derided myself silently. "You're married. A man like this would never think of you in that way, never mind touch you."
"We should get on the train before it leaves," he said and offered his hand.
Feeling a bit shy I took it. He helped me up the steps of the carriage and we were soon inside just as the doors closed behind us.
"Your face is dirty." He smiled. I noticed sympathy and kindness in his eyes. "Do you want to go to toilet to clean it?" All I could do was nod. I felt overwhelmed by my feelings. Still annoyed by the situation and embarrassed that he had had to help me but also I felt electrified by his charm and good looks. That smile of his... in that minute he had paid more attention to me than my own husband had in 20 years. And with each of his soft touches I relaxed more and more.
He naturally opened the door to the toilet and let me go in. He joined me and closed the door behind. Then he took a tissue, wet it and very softly he tenderly cleaned my face. It was wonderful, I hoped he wouldn't stop at all.
"You better take off the wet coat." He suggested and I did. His eyes got big and sparkled. Obviously he liked what he saw. "Phew, may I say that's an amazing dress! It suits you perfectly," he said.
I thanked him and said "It's nothing special. Just an old one."
My dress was an old blue and white Chinese qipao dress, which I had purchased about five years ago in "Keiko's Fashion Closet." It was short, mid-thigh length with a small slit up each side. It was classy and sexy at the same time. It was sleeveless with a high neck which fastened around the neck but had an opening just above my cleavage showing the bare flesh. Although old, it was my best dress and I always felt well dressed in it and that it showed off my figure to best advantage.
My husband and I had been invited to an Asian wedding and this dress was perfect for that evening, hence the purchase.
Five years ago. It seemed so long ago. That was the last time we had been out together.
George's gentle compliment made me feel better though. My husband never ever noticed if I wore a dress or a gown.
I knew I was not a perfect ten in size, but I wasn't ugly. My body was in good shape. My legs were long and slim and my breasts were full and rounded. I may be a few pounds overweight, but it was held in all the right places and made my figure wholesome and curvy. I was in good health and felt fine. My brown hair was curly and reached my shoulders and complimented my brown eyes.
Suddenly the train started and we stumbled, falling into each other. His voice brought me back to the here and now. "Sorry. My fault."
I just looked deep into his dark brown eyes and as he began to unhand me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Shocked at what I was doing, I stopped and took one step back.
Blood rushed in to my face and I felt sure I looked as red as a fire hydrant. Before I was able to say anything, he pulled me back. Holding me with his strong hands, I felt his tongue opening my lips.
He French kissed me. My heart fluttered. How long I had been waiting for this! Our tongues danced and snaked while his right hand began to touch and fondle my bottom and his left hand moved up to cradle my head. I forgot everything. My body shivered. I was like a flower in the desert, waiting for water for years and now it had finally started raining. My petals opened, my colour bloomed and I began to quench my thirst.
We didn't say a word. How could we? We kissed passionately, greedy in our need. I sucked his tongue as if there were no tomorrow. Both of his hands kneaded my buttocks. All I felt was desire - and an unfamiliar throb and wetness between my legs. Was it me and my responses or was it the rain that had soaked through my clothing!
He lifted my dress. OH GOD! When I felt his hands on my thighs, waves of lust rippled through my body. He stopped kissing me. Looking at him, my body screamed in protest "Don't stop kissing!"
But my mouth was silent.
Like in slow motion he went down to his knees. His face was so close to my vulva, I could feel his breath. "Do it!" My mind screamed silently, my body was begging for his attention. "Don't wait. Do it now please. What are you waiting for? Come on. Are you afraid now? Don't you like what you see?" My mind raced. None of these words left my lips but my mind was screaming with need.
And then he kissed me! He kissed the fabric of my panties! They were soaked through already with my excitement. "Mmm," I moaned softly.
He was so tender and playful. Slowly he pulled off my panties. Next I felt his index finger discover my pussy lips and then my slit, until he reached my little button. My knees weakened and I thought I was going to faint. He felt me tremble and quickly sat me down on the toilet.
I was not able to think straight. I was married, sitting on a more or less dirty toilet of a train. My pussy was being touched, kissed and licked by a stranger! For me, only dirty sluts would do this. Now here I was. I was like them - me, a well-educated, faithful and caring wife. Worst of all, I was loving it. I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to fuck me right now, to thrust his hard fat cock deep into my wet, willing pussy! But he hadn't. Not yet.
He went on pampering my vagina with his fingers and mouth. He was doing everything so right. He licked up and down my intimate lips, then flickered his tongue around my clit. He teased my entrance, just touching it with the tip of his tongue. I wanted to grab his head and push it against my wet hole, but I didn't dare! I moaned aloud as he started sucking my lips.
"OOOHH," I had never had this feeling before.
There was nothing I could say, I just moaned and whimpered my pleasure. And then it happened, his tongue dived deep into my pussy and pressed his thumb on my clitoris at the same time. It was too much for me, a big orgasm exploded and ran rapid through my body. A big scream escaped my mouth and my pussy gushed like a fountain. It was like a volcano, erupting in a bubbling hot mass.
While I came, he carried on tongue fucking my pussy and drank my unique juice as it ran into his mouth. When I finally calmed down, he stopped and smiled at me. "Somebody needed it badly." He winked.
Looking at him, tears of joy and shame filled my eyes. I felt dirty because of what I had done, sad because a stranger had given me those wonderful feelings but also as satisfied as I had ever been before. He embraced me. He said nothing at all but I felt his warmth and I felt safe in his arms.
My mind became clear suddenly! Knowing what to do and how I had to take charge of my life now, I looked at him and said, "I want you!"
He looked, waited a moment then asked "Are you sure?"
"Yes. As sure as I have ever been before in my life. I want you, and I want to feel your..." thinking of the right word... "hard cock deep in my pussy!" Waiting one more second, I added, "Here and now!"
He lifted me up and kissed me deeply. Then while fondling my buttocks and pussy, he turned me round. I held on to the wash basin and heard his zipper "zzzzzz." I felt his lips on my neck. It was so wonderful and when his cock touched my wet slit I almost came again.
Instead of fucking me straight, he tantalized and rubbed his cock against my pussy lips. "Last chance to say no!" He teased me. "No!" "No?" His voice was smiling. "Yes, I mean YESSS!"
He did not need any further encouragement.
"Aaahhh!" His cock filled my wanton channel completely. He was big and I quickly bit my hand so as not to scream out loud. Now he was not the tender caring man I thought at first. Now he was a wild beast, full of lust and desire, a desire that was for me. My heart rejoiced. He fucked me hard, standing from behind and thrusting his rock hard cock deep, in and then out of my burning pussy. Each of his thrusts triggered a little earthquake in my body. He was so fantastic.
When he felt, I was close, he slowed down, almost stopped all his actions. "What?" was all I could say. Instead of answering, he kissed my neck and fondled my buttocks, exploring my body as he ground into me.
