The train shunted and we fell against the lavatory door, my hands in her lush hair and hers on my hips. I reached out, turned the handle, and we fell through the portal.
The lav was small, as they tend to be, but we were so close, so entwined, all we had space for anyway was our two bodies and the rhythmic rattle of wheels on rail beneath us that transformed that little room into an electric, vibrating temple. Her berry-red lips devoured mine as our tongues danced. She smelled like the forest in spring, all wildflowers and rain. She placed her hands at my waist and drew off my shirt as I unbuttoned hers, revealing my work resplendent on her beautiful form. Her shirt removed, I worked the laces from her back and began unhooking the busk, lowering my mouth to kiss down her smooth torso with every every revealed inch.
Unencumbered by tops now lying on the floor, we frantically kissed each other's bodies, shoulders, breasts, clavicle, neck, and belly. My hands on her full, delicious hips, I lifted her onto the counter, her back to the mirror, as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling our hot centers together. Her hands clawed at my back, but I gripped her wrists and brought her arms around her back. The rope lying next to her was quickly deployed, one hand turning it over her supple, burning skin while the other held her writhing body in check. Her breath caught as the last cinch was pulled, her arms bound straight behind her from wrist to elbow. "How's that?" I asked.
"Divine," she sighed, her whole body softening, relaxing, into her restraint. I gripped her throat, softly, firmly, turning her chin to the side and exposing her throbbing neck. Her pulse pounded beneath her skin, and I kissed her there, lightly, barely skimming her skin with my lips, making her shiver. I kissed her again an inch below and an inch below that, down to the hollow of her neck. A low moan escaped her open mouth, the vibrations echoing through our pressed bodies, and my cunt ached with need and desire for this magnificent woman.
"Touch me, please," she breathed, and my hands followed the crease of her soft thighs beneath her pleated skirt until they reached her sex. She gasped as my thumbs pressed into her soaking underwear. Pivoting one hand so that my fingers could caress that wet warmth, my other reached up behind her to slide my fingers into her soft, full hair. My grip closed, pulling her head back as I kissed deeply into the hollow of her neck. Her sweet-smelling silky hair, an intoxicating mix of spring forests and wet blossoms, fell in tight curls over my face.
I traced the wet streak adorning her underwear with my desiring hand and traced her throat with my lips. The low, vibrating moan emanating from deep within her grew louder as she used her powerful thighs to drive her cunt into my hand. I removed my hand to allow her to grind my pelvis unimpeded as I gripped her face with both hands and kissed up her neck to her chin. 'Snap' went her teeth towards my lips. "Naughty," I said as she pressed her lower lip between her teeth. I spread her lips with mine and, just as her tongue reached out to mine, I stepped back and out of her legs' embrace. She looked at me, frustrated, yearning, pleading. It was absolutely adorable. I giggled as she writhed, bound and squirming.
She was so gorgeous, and all I could think about was how to further pleasure her. That's the thing about being a domme; you control so much: her freedom, her movement, her orgasm. But really, you're the slave. Domming for me has always been an act of service, of worship, and oh, how I wanted to serve her, to guide her to her highest pleasure. To step back looked like a power play to her, and as far as the game is played, it was. But more than that, I wanted to capture this moment, to revel in her glory and beauty and wonder, before we were completely lost to our carnal needs.
And so, just as her movements began to slow, I closed the space between us and deftly slid her underwear off. Taking the free ends of the rope binding her arms, I tied her ankles to the handrails on either side of the counter she sat upon, splaying her legs and exposing her glorious sex. Lovely, full folds cascaded down the cleft from her clit, and at their center, that glistening darkness. My hands gripped her thighs as I explored her with my mouth, kissing, caressing, licking. As her breath quickened, I kissed upwards to her belly and to her breasts, replacing my lips below with my fingers, caressing her wet cunt. One hand slid over her folds and to her clit, circling her most sensitive spot. The other hand pressed inwards, two fingers to start but her cunt swelled and opened, desiring so much more. Three on the next thrust, then four. Her breath was deep and fast as my hand slipped inwards past the knuckles as my tongue and fingers lapped at her engorged nipples and then dipped again to her hot clit. My hand slipped further as my thumb and palm disappeared within her. She shuddered then, her back arched, and her breath stopped fully within her. Her whole body convulsed in a silent scream as she poured cum over my arm.
A moment later, and she was grinding, deeply, rhythmically, on my hand, her whole body wringing out another orgasm, wanting all her form could take, and she continued until her muscles convulsed one last time, squeezing my wrist, holding me inside her, until at last, she uttered a low moan, half sigh, half growl, and released me. I slowly drew my slickened hand from her, coxing one last spasm from her softening body, as I wrapped my other arm around her. She laid her head, panting, on my shoulder. I released her bonds, and her body fell slack into my arms. As we caught our breath, we looked around our little space, and laughed.
We helped each other dress, slowly, tenderly, returning to a presentable state, and stepped out into the vestibule. Returning to our seats, we sat side-by-side, hands entwined. She laid her head on my shoulder, and whispered in my ear, "Thank you for the demonstration."
"Thank you."
