Meredith staggered back through the train, away from the coach seating, through the lounge car, through the dining car (which was serving lunch at the time, a few families partaking of the fare - one little girl at one table giving her a long look as she passed that made her feel as though she'd been caught doing something bad with her barbie doll), through another two cars composed of private cabins (these she hadn't even realized were part of this train) to the last car before the train was no more. This last car, also, had the narrow closed hallway, silent doors spaced on each side, of a cabin car.
She and this near stranger turned that last corner into this hallway and saw it was empty. For a moment they peered down the hallway, out the door window at the end that looked out upon the railroad tracks receding into the distance, then he suddenly pushed her against the hallway wall and pressed his body against hers, nearly growling, "I can't wait a second longer."
Meredith opened her mouth as though possibly responding but then his mouth was on hers and all thought and reasoned coherence bled away in a red haze of surrender.
She had taken only her most important belongings, stuffing them carelessly, in a daze, into her purse. Then she'd taken the hand of this man she'd just barely met - this man who had teased and touched inside her panties with his fingers, who had stopped suddenly, saying something about a cabin, who had then slipped one finger down just into the slickness between her pussy lips then brought it up, glistening, and put it to his mouth, tasting it on his tongue. He had stared straight into her eyes, speaking silent volumes. A silent consent was waiting in those eyes. She had taken his hand and been drawn into the aisle, falling against him as the train rocked, holding onto him as they made their way through the length of the train, not saying another word until they reached his car, when he kissed her. It was all she could do to keep hold of her purse strap.
As they'd passed through one of the cars she had glanced down and seen that he was stiff inside his pants, the outline of a hard penis straining down against the inside of his right pantleg. She saw the clear shape of the bulbous pronouncement of its head. It looked large and angry.
Now she felt its anger, pressed against her in the hallway. His hands came around her waist and he pulled himself against her in a powerful grip. Meredith could hardly breathe, could hardly think, or do anything but respond to the hunger in his mouth, in his body. All she seemed really aware of was this man's body seemingly covering her, wrapping her so closely like a thick blanket of pulsing animal energy, this and the wall behind her. One hand slid down her back, reached below the hem of her dress and came up gripping a cheek of her ass. The fingers seemed taken aback somewhat and even annoyed for a moment at the feel of the silky material they found, but then backed up and attacked anew, forcefully slipping up beneath the panties for a full grip of her smooth skin, cupping an entire cheek in their strong grasp.
