The Midnight Train (part two)
While writing part one I already had this one wandering around in my head so here it is. As always please reach out and let me know what you think, or to just chat.
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A cold wind drifted across the platform as Bradley meandered towards the train back to school. "Maybe one of the older carriages this time." He said aloud to no one. No one because that's exactly what he had in his life. No family and his girlfriend just broke up with him because he couldn't make a choice or decision to save his life.
Entering the dimly lit train car he marveled at the woodwork and gold painted glass. Just before he settled on one of the numerous empty cabins he saw what had to be the most beautiful woman in the world enter the car at the opposite end. She was a tall red head with long straight hair and the reddest lips he had ever seen. He stared for a moment admiring her attire. Black satin blouse that even from this distance he could tell was half unbuttoned. Dark red leather skirt and black stockings finished with blood red stiletto heels.
Bradley slipped into the cabin and sat adjusting his raging hardon he had from the gorgeous woman. Then he jumped a little as the cabin door opened and in she strolled. With the heels she was taller than him and she walked with a refined grace, her heels clicking on the polished floor.
She stared right into the poor boys eyes before asking him. "May I?" She kept it short, letting him hear her melodic voice as he stared into her eyes. He didn't speak, merely nodded and gestured weakly towards the bench opposite.
Bradley stared fully knowing he was doing it and unable to stop. She was younger than he had thought initially, probably close to his age. She was also perfect he thought. Her make up except for the bright red lips was subtle and highlighted her features while maintaining her natural beauty. He could see some of her red lace bra because of how unbuttoned her blouse was. Her breasts weren't huge, probably a good c cup, but they filled out the blouse so well. Her nipples could just be seen poking through.
" Do you like what you see?" Gabriella asked in almost a whisper. She smiled as he squirmed unaware his pants hand tented from the throbbing hard cock they held. "I am Gabriella."