I was on a train in Germany, traveling from Nuremberg to Munich, which was a little busy to say the least! My husband was sitting on a pull-down seat and I was standing by the door to the corridor-- they still have trains with compartments in Germany. I looked through the glass door and on the other side was a very pretty blonde woman about my age, early fifties, with beautiful brown eyes.
She looked at me and smiled so I smiled back and she didn't look away. As I held her gaze through the glass, looking into her smiling eyes, I felt my face getting warm so I looked away. When I looked again, she had turned away and, as the train was pulling into the station, I didn't see her again. I felt my heart pounding and was so horny. I wanted to go after her and could have killed my husband for being there (no, not really). I have not felt like this before in a real-life situation and this is where the fantasy started.
Well, there was no more. But in my head, my imagination was running wild...
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I opened the door and walked past her, my eyes telling her to follow me. I took her into an empty compartment. Turning, I closed and locked the door and drew the blinds, then turned back, stepped toward her and looked deep into her beautiful brown eyes.
She took my face in her leather-gloved hands and kissed me. I could taste her hot breath and feel her tongue exploring my mouth. I responded immediately and explored her hot Teutonic mouth with my tongue.
I could feel her hand gently touching my breast through my coat and I pulled her closer to me, still kissing her passionately.
She released me then and I felt her hand move to the middle, where she began to unfasten the buttons of my coat. With her leather-gloved hand, she gently massaged my breast through my blouse and we continued to kiss, her fingers softly massaging me out of sight, under my coat.
I ran my hand down her back and gently squeezed her tight bottom through her jeans. She was so firm and I could feel the muscles flexing under my caress.
Reveling in this wonderful new experience, I moved my hand slowly round to the front. As her coat was already open, I unfastened the button of her waistband and gently lowered the zipper.
I went no further but returned my hand to her bottom only. This time, I slipped inside her jeans and I felt the soft warmth of her buttocks through her panties and ran my finger along the warm furrow between.
She began to moan softly and, as our lips were pressed firmly together and our tongues explored each others' mouths, her breath became laboured and rasping.
She began to undo the buttons of my blouse and soon my coat and blouse were on the train seat. Her hands moved behind my back and she gently unclipped and removed my bra, allowing it to drop to the carriage floor.
Breaking away from our kissing, my imaginary German lover then moved slowly downwards, leaving little butterfly kisses on my throat as she went. Soon her mouth was on my achingly erect nipple which was unbelievably stiff! She gently kissed and bit it, sucking gently and then harder, trapping it on the roof of her mouth with her tongue and gently stretching it before releasing it, only to return again and again, all the time massaging my breast with her slender fingers.
After doing the same with my other breast, she worked her way down my stomach to the waistband of my skirt, still kissing and gently licking me as she went, even stopping momentarily to put her tongue in my navel, licking and kissing it.
Before she unbuttoned my skirt, I stopped her and guided her back to her feet, then slipped her coat from her shoulders and placed it on the seat. I slipped her jumper over her head and I was pleased to see she was not wearing a bra. Her still-firm breasts sprang free and I paid her the same attention as she did me.
After squeezing and playing with her breasts, I moved slowly downwards to the waistband of her jeans, which were already undone.
Gently licking and probing her belly button with my tongue, as she had done to me (I find this very erotic), I gently kissed her lower belly and let my tongue trace the elastic of her panties.
I pulled her jeans slowly down her thighs and kissed her hot mound through the soft cotton of her panties. She smelled hot and sweet, clean but very, very wet.
I gently turned her around and continued to kiss her over her panties. Her breathing was heavy now and little moans mewed from deep within her.
I ran my tongue along the depression in her panties and then slowly drew them down but continued to kiss and lick the soft, firm skin of her buttocks up and down the delightful crease between. Then I turned her around again and found her beautifully smooth, naked pussy. I teased the soft folds apart with my thumbs and kissed and licked her sweet, pungent pussy, running my tongue up to her clitoris and gently sucking on it.