It was late as I ran for the train. My thoughts still on our time we spent together, our stolen weekend in your bush hut. As I ran for the train, warm droplets of sweat formed on my body, as I vividly recalled out hot weekend of sweet love.
I made the last train home just in time. Alighting the train, my eyes searched for an empty seat. I walked passed a few farmers probably back from an auction, some women with their laps full of parcels, and a couple of teenagers returning to Melbourne after visiting their families. I walked though to the next carriage, deserted except for a young man and an elderly gentleman. I slumped into the back seat, my overnight bag at my feet.
The heat intense, our Aussie summer in full swing, I removed the jacket I had been wearing to save carrying it. My jacket bringing back so many wonderful memories of this weekend, when you gently laid me down outside the hut, using it as a pillow for my head. Memories of how we made love over and over, sweet sex filling the air mixing with the perfume of the wild flowers.
Sitting on the train my eyes wandered outside, as I watched the Aussie bush rush past, the golden wattle shining majestically in the sun, the sounds of the kookaburra laughing at the clatter of the train over the old bush tracks. My hand reached for my jacket, and as hot as it was on the train, I brought it to face, the smell of you still lingering. Closing my eyes, I felt my body warmed as I recollected the memories of you this weekend.
In my day dream I saw us naked, laying outside on the blanket, the old gum tree willowing gently about our bodies, shading us from the sun. The clatter of the train now distant in my mind, I allowed my thoughts to slip back to the weekend. My body began to warm as I saw you come to me naked, your manhood excited. I recalled how you gently caressed me, your hands running over my body as your eyes consumed me. I could almost feel your lips on my breasts, kissing them exciting my nipples, as you gently took them between your teeth, and your other hand slowly ran over my legs, tenderly opening them. As I sat on the train my hips began to rock slowly, as I relived my excitement .
My legs had slipped open and my hand was gliding over them, my short skirt high on my legs. I suddenly opened my eyes, feeling somewhat embarrassed as the young man walked passed me on his way to the rest room of the train. He was standing there smiling, obviously enjoying the sight. Smiling back I turned covering myself with my jacket, my gaze quickly to the window watching the sparse land, the kangaroos jumping as if racing the train. Out of the corner of my eye I watched the young man walk past, taking up a seat just ahead of me on the opposite side of the carriage. He sat down casually and returned to his novel.
I studied him for a moment, as my eyes wandered over him. I noted the expressions on his face as he read, and found myself thinking when was the last time he had made passionate love to someone. Our eyes met momentarily and he smiled; checking myself for those crazy thoughts, I tried to get comfortable again placing my jacket behind my head for a pillow.
However, as I felt myself dozing off, the weekend came rushing back as fierce as before. I saw us again as your hand continued to open my legs gently. You were straddling me with your back to my face, as your fingers opened my swollen pussy lips. I could almost feel you as I envisaged your tongue coming down on me, exploring my swollen clit. I recalled how my body felt; hot, wanting and throbbing for more as your tongue slowly entered me, lapping at my hot juices, and as you delicately sucked my clit into your mouth.
I then recalled how I brought your throbbing cock to my face and began licking you and sucking you into my mouth as my body burned with desire. I could almost see my other hand gently cupping your warm balls feeling them fill, as my hips pushed closer to your mouth. The sound of our moans echoed clearly in my memory as we both hungrily explored each other in my dream.
The day still hot as the train rocked along on the old bush tracks, I found myself feeling incredibly hot as my thoughts ran wild. Oblivious to anyone, my hands went to my short top as I began to pull it up, my fingers to my breasts, rubbing them, rubbing my nipples between my fingers. Sliding down on the seat, I rocked sensually wishing you were here with me as I stretched out, my jacket again behind my head. Unable to control myself, I pulled my top up higher, my nipples standing erect as I continued to fondle rub them between my fingers.
