For Laura
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We were on the long french leg of the journey from London to Venice. The luxury of the Orient Express was living up to its promise.
Our meal in the dining car had been delicious and wonderfully teasing. We made our way back to our first class sleeper cabin and, once the door was closed and locked behind us, we fell into each other's arms, our kisses passionate, our hands in each other's hair. The gentle rocking motion of the train swayed us slowly against each other, movements that stirred both of us.
You pulled back and stared into my eyes. there was a passion there that further fanned the flames of desire already alight between my legs. I felt my tingles and desire rising - a distinct wetness under my knee length dress. We had both forsworn underwear. Our kiss resumed and I felt you slide the zipper down the back of my dress. I mirrored your movements and we undressed each other in unison, dropping the dresses down on the floor, not removing our shoes.
You pushed me gently back onto the bed and I sat on the edge as you knelt on the floor, pushing my knees apart.
"Now I get dessert," you said, and I moaned as you enclosed my clit in your mouth. I felt your tongue stroking me so expertly. I put my hands in your hair and pulled you on to me. I was already close when we had left the dining car because we had sat next to each other and, during the whole of the meal, had eaten with just a fork, our free hands under each other's clothing, stroking each other's clits, sliding our fingers in each other's cunts. We had been hidden by the tablecloth but we were both fairly sure our waitress had known what we were up to because as we left she had said, "Please come again, ladies."
The rocking of the train made for a wonderful, additional movement that built up a new layer of warmth on and in me.
I felt you start humming, the vibrations running through me. My cunt clamped down as I felt two fingers slowly enter me and brush my spot. That was enough to complete me. To throw the switch.
I moaned out, "Fuck yes. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. There. Almost there. Fuuuuck!" as it washed through me. From my cunt, my clit, up through my tits, down through my legs and up out through my head. It rolled on and on. It was perfect. You read me so well, pushing me through the waves that just seemed to keep coming.
As I slowly recovered I felt a wonderful after shock as you withdrew your fingers, kissed my clit and stood up, pushing me back onto the bed and straddling me. I took in your erect nipples, your wet and puffy lips and we smiled at each other.
"Now it's your turn," I said
I put my arms up and pulled you down onto me, our lips meeting in a prolonged kiss in which I could taste myself. Our arms went around each other and I felt your warmth against me. We rolled over so that I was now on top of you, laying between your legs. I could feel the heat of your cunt on my mound as I pressed onto you.
We kissed and I whispered, "Do you want me to make you cum, Laura?"
You nodded and blinked your eyes slowly. I got up and went to one of our cases, leaning down, my ass showing to you. I wiggled it, reaching behind and spreading my cheeks, showing you how wet I still was. I reached into the case, retrieving some lube. As I turned, holding it in my hand you moaned.