The story so far: Hoping to earn a little extra money in case she's fired or has to quickly leave her job, office worker Marissa has accepted an attractive offer from a marketing firm to evaluate a new product for them at their New York City headquarters. Waiting at the train station, she meets Nigel, a fellow First Class passenger, and the two share a rendezvous with the First Class lounge snack attendant.
The only time Marissa had ever seen anyone leap onto a train at the last moment was in the movies, but that's exactly what she and Nigel were doing as the conductor called, "All aboard!" She felt ridiculous pulling her rolling suitcase behind her as she ran, but her embarrassment was tempered by the waves of pleasure still washing over her from the encounter in the First Class lounge.
When the announcement of their train's impending departure crackled over the public address system, she barely had time to adjust her wrap skirt and dab the sweat from her face before April unlocked the elevator to the lounge. Fortunately there had been no one waiting for the seemingly inoperable lift, so there was no need to find an explanation for why it had been stopped. However, another clutch of rumpled business travelers did embark as soon as she and Nigel stepped off, and Marissa couldn't help smirking as she passed them, knowing what sort of forbidden fun had just transpired on the lounge's club chairs. She had no doubt their stay in the lounge wouldn't be nearly as exciting.
As they arrived to the train door, Nigel stopped and allowed her to go ahead, both of them waving their tickets at the conductor as they lifted their suitcases on board. In the process, his free hand gently cupped the curve of her ass, reminding her that they still had ninety minutes to fill and that she still had a mind full of naughty ideas on how to do it.
Walking through the first car, she suddenly realized the benefits of riding a train that catered mostly to business travelers on a weekend night – plenty of seats vacant, which meant plenty of space to put between them and their fellow passengers. They moved along the aisle, passing three passengers scattered around the front of the car, until they reached the far end and settled in to a grouping of four seats set around a table. The configuration was designed, she imagined, so groups of business commuters could hold meetings on the train before they arrived at their destinations, but she was happy it would give them a little room to spread out.
The train shuddered slightly then slowly accelerated. Nigel lifted both their rolling carry-ons into the overhead luggage bin, then removed his suit jacket and hung it on the hook next to the window. He offered her the window seat on one side of the table, while he took the other.
"Why so far away?" Marissa said. "I thought we were getting along so well."
He smiled. "We are, aren't we? I just thought that since we have a bit of time on our hands, we might as well take a moment to cool things off and get to know each other a bit better. I suppose I'm a little old fashioned like that."
Marissa leaned forward on her elbows. "There's nothing wrong with that at all. Just be warned that everything that's happened so far – and likely will happen – is entirely your fault."
"
My
fault?" He feigned shock and placed his hand on his chest. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
"Well, you were the one who approached me, looking all dashing and smelling so nice. If it hadn't been for you, I'd have been minding my own business on one of those hard benches in the waiting area instead of getting all hot and bothered with you in the First Class lounge. I mean, what's a girl to do?"
He lowered his voice. "Besides suck my cock in a semi-public place, and then seduce the 20-something snack girl – who happened to be the reason it was semi-public rather than private – into sucking it as well? Then fingering that girl's pussy to her own climax while she sucked me off a second time? Well, I'm sure I don't know."
Marissa nearly melted into a puddle. Knowing she'd done those things was one thing, but having them described back to her in such a matter-of-fact way was quite another.
"Evening folks. Tickets, please."
The conductor had somehow snuck up on them, and Marissa was curious as to how much he'd heard. Both of them sputtered to say hello then scrambled to find their tickets. She felt herself blushing.
"Restrooms are at each end of the car, and the club car is open for drink service and light snacks. The waiter will be around shortly to take your dinner orders," he said as he punched their tickets and tucked the stubs above their seats. "No delays so far today, so we'll be pulling into Penn Station in approximately ninety minutes. Enjoy your trip."
He stepped through the sliding door and into the next car.
Nigel leaned forward conspiratorially, even though they were unlikely to be overheard. "How did you know the girl had recorded us in the first place?"
"You know, I'm not really sure. Something about her when she popped out to announce herself gave me ... I don't know. A feeling. It just seemed like something she'd do. Right age. Maybe tilting a little to the alternative. Figured she might watch a little porn in her spare time for some reason. Anyway, it was worth asking about. Things certainly turned out fine for all of us."
"Indeed. And you? It seems like you tilt a little toward the alternative, yourself. Although I'd never know from looking at you."
Marissa grinned and sat back. "I'm surprised. You seem to be a man of the world. And you were looking at me pretty hard. I know you were checking out my ass as we headed to the lounge."
"Really? Was I that obvious?"
"Obvious had nothing to do with it. I didn't think you were gay and you weren't wearing a wedding ring, so if you failed to check me out while I was wearing this skirt, I'd have thought you were either legally blind or had some sort of hormone deficiency. And from what I've seen so far, you have zero deficiencies."
She'd removed a shoe beneath the table separating them and took the moment to draw her now bare foot along his calf.
"It is a rather nice view from behind."
She laughed, inching her foot up past his knee. "You're damn right. I sure as hell don't do all those squats and lunges for the heart benefits. And as for the alternative part, I have a confession to make. That's the first time I've ever done something like that."
"Really?"
"Really! You?"
"Well, I've had some encounters that deviated from the norm, I suppose, but nothing quite as cheeky and daring as that. I must say, you've done quite a job of broadening my perspectives in just the short time we've known each other."
"Interesting," she said, arching an eyebrow. "And I would have thought you'd be the one teaching me a few tricks."
He smirked. Marissa was sure he was enjoying what she was up to under the table, where her foot now rested between his legs, playing with his hardening cock through the material of his trousers, but he was playing it cool.
"The trip's not over yet, is it? And I have a suspicion that you and I are both quite full of tricks neither of us has ever seen."
Just then her phone chimed alerting her to an incoming text. Marissa removed her foot and extracted her phone from her handbag, then swiped to view the message. Suddenly she flushed red.
"Oh, my goodness ..."
