Train

The car is cold from wind and frost that is whipped across its thin metal shell as the conductor hurls the passenger car across the rolling hills of Italy's northern coast. October's gray clouds loom over dry grass that jerks away from the tracks as the train passes. Fog condenses on the window where it turns to a rutty gray ice. He sits contemplating the cracking ice coating on the glass, running through the past four months with her. He smiles slightly remembering the last one, where she took him to her family's home in the north, and felt it die as she moved closer to cling to him, remembering that he was heading back.

He drapes his arm over her shoulder and pulls her closer against his side, her warmth mingling with his under the partly sheared over coat that kept the damp train air off them. She mussels the soft spot between his shoulder and chest; he can feel the smile spread across her lips as she inhales his sent, musky from this morning's petting. He lifts the coat higher around her, pulling her shoulder so her back is almost facing the isle of the mostly empty car. Sheltered by the worm heavy coat his hand creeps over his lap to hers. Resting shortly on the on the plaid pleated skirt she wears even on the chilled commuter cars because it makes him smile. The train bumps and his hand brushes her breast and lingers just a moment too long before falling easily back to her lap. Her head rises from her favored spot to eye him with loving, perhaps amused, disbelief at the effort at discretion in the near empty car.

He leans in to her, kissing her soft sweet smelling hair. His hand reaches to her chest and traces lazy circles around her firm breasts. The thin material showing her stiff nipples affords him a view of her shear push up bra lifting her to the edge of the low neck line; the soft lovely hills just barely hiding. She shifts her body closer to him pressing her breast against his chest, and dropping her head so that her cheek runs down the front of his knit sweater, down to just above his belt. He leans back, sliding his hips slightly forward. Her hand eases on the hardness growing in his lap, playing ever so softly over the dark fabric. His hand moves from her breast to the belt. She stops him with a gentle hand over his, pushing the hand back to the arm rest. She undoes his belt slowly, brushing against his bulge at ever chance. She can feel his thighs tighten and relax in rhythm to her teasing touch. The belt loosens around his waist and slides apart revealing the button of his pants. She slides her hand up his thigh, lingering to massage his cock though the fabric, and on until he blithe white fingers reach the button. Her arm over his aching constrained member dips when her eloquent pry open the button.

His weight shifts to pry his fly open easier, but with the gentle pressure of her arm on his groin she forces his hips back down, eliciting a sighed whimper from his drying lips. The twitching from under his fly and his arm that falls towards his crotch only to be repulsed by her steady touch draws a smile on her mouth. Her red lips press closer to his ache and her hot breath steams the copper teach of his fly. The round red lips part on the cold metal and he feels the teeth part the fabric reviling his tight thong she insisted he ware for the trip. Its dark thin fabric forms to his member without yield constraining his member as it twitches to her teasing kisses.

His fingers draw white streaks across the cheep padded arms rest, drawing soft giggling murmurs that form themselves against the tight thong. He sighs again, more deeply now, and lets the coat fall half off her shoulder, as he arches against the set. The paleness of her exposed skin draws his hand back her shoulder to trace little circles down across her soft warm body. Her lips kiss and play on his member's thin casing of dark fabric. He moans louder now. Each kisses and touches is its own stab of pain. Half formed begging whimpers out between sighs and pleading glances until she pulls the fabric aside, allowing his hardness to extend full. She inhales slowly severing the scent of him, and plays sweet kisses around, teasing, and lavishing in him, then parting her wet lips to slide his quivering length in.