Leanne appeared at my door a short while after her run-in with Mick. She was obviously distraught, tears were streaming down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her, highly concerned.
She explained to me in detail her conversation with Mick. She told me what he had seen, what his demands were, and why she was afraid she would lose her job.
“Did he follow you?” I asked her.
“No, he’s working in a different section. He’s in the linen room.”
I thought it over for a moment, no way should this asshat win in this situation.
“Agree to meet Mick somewhere very specific, then show your boss the bruises on your ass. Tell him how Mick made you feel too uncomfortable to tell anyone that he keeps groping you. Mick has no proof that we had sex, just share with your boss that Mick is threatening you for sexual favors. You offered to meet Mick at a specific time and place, but intend to report him instead. Your boss confirming Mick’s whereabouts at a specific time will be enough to back up what you say.”
Leanne stopped crying, the solution sinking in, “Where do I tell him to meet me?”
“One of the handicapped shower restrooms on a coach car, that’s a very odd place for him to be hanging out, right?”
“That’s perfect,” she said, wiping her tears. “Darren is a good boss, he’ll listen to me,” she continued, now less upset.
“It’s important to keep your story straight,” I warned her.
Leanne stripped out of her shirt and leggings, curling up against me under the sheets. She made herself comfortable alongside my body, her tears now dry.
“You know this train ride is going to end,” she said.
“Yeah, I know,” I replied, the thought sinking in with weight.
“We could keep in touch,” she said with a smile, pulling out her phone.
We exchanged numbers, so we could stay connected after our inevitable goodbye. The idea that my trip would end, and I would have to return to reality wasn’t something I had to worry about right now. I still had plenty of time to spend with her. We talked and laughed until drifting off to sleep. Leanne had done fine keeping a straight face while making me look like a fool yesterday, I was confident she could fix Mick too.
When I woke up, Leanne was already gone. I was hoping she was busy setting Mick up, as we had discussed. I got up for the day, my last full day on the train. After dressing myself and making sure to look presentable, I made my way through the train to get some breakfast. Halfway through my meal, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, a text message.
“Someone is going to come talk to you. We were NEVER in the observation car! You can tell them I stayed the night in your sleeper xo.”
Thirty minutes later, I was speaking with a no-nonsense woman in my cabin, a representative of the company.
“And you met Leanne off-duty, at a hotel before you boarded the train?” the woman asked.
“Yes, that’s correct,” I answered, not sure of where this was leading.
“So you started dating at the hotel?” The woman’s eyes bore a hole in me.
“Yes ma’am.”
“You’ve never socialized with her while she was working?”
“Nope,” I answered, lying confidently.
“And you’ve never received any favors, free food, or anything like that?”
“What? No.” I rolled my eyes.
The woman scribbled on a notepad for several seconds, then stood up. “Thank you, sir, I’m sorry to have bothered you. I hope your trip has still been a pleasant one.”
As soon as the suspicious inquisitor vacated my cabin, I texted Leanne to ask her what had happened. My anxiety only increased when there was no answer.
Another thirty minutes later, Leanne returned to my room. I could tell that she was bummed out, but there was also some relief in her body language.
“Dating now, huh?” I spoke to her.
Leanne was defensive, “It was the only way to skirt my indiscretion.”
“So what happened to Mick?” I asked her.
“I couldn’t bring myself to do it, I just went and fessed up instead,” she said, sitting on her hands.
“Oh, did you get in trouble?” I really hoped not.
“No, there’s nothing saying I can’t date a passenger,” she sighed, “Now, fuck them on the clock? That’s a big no-no. I didn’t tell them that part.”
“So, as long as you’re on break, we can still sleep together?” I asked, looking for the silver lining.
“No, it’s still a conflict of interest. I’ve been reassigned to another train. I have to get off at the next stop and change routes.”
“How far away is that?” I was now sitting on the bed next to her.
“Forty-five minutes, maybe,” she replied, she looked down, saddened.
“Well, you’ve been relieved of duty, right?” I asked her playfully. I leaned in and kissed her, causing her to smile.
“Yep, I’m off-duty…”
I started to unbutton her vest, pushing it down, so I could work on her blouse. Leanne giggled as we kissed and groped each other, her blouse coming off to expose a pale white bra. The cabin was bright in the broad daylight, but her eyes still gleamed brilliantly, entranced by another Honeymoon.
Leanne stood up and let her skirt fall to the floor, her underwear was a vibrant, royal-blue color. Leanne seductively took to her knees on the bed that I hadn’t bothered making this morning. Pulling down my shorts, she gripped my cock in her hands, stoking me hard in her fingers.
“Last time, for now!” She was emphatic, and it turned me on that she was staking a claim to me so confidently.
Standing next to the bed, I had a perfect view of her ass as she began licking my hardened rod. I bent over her body to give her a playful smack on her butt before unclasping her bra. The warmth of her mouth washed over my helmet and I felt Leanne’s tongue dancing on my flesh.
“Fuck,” I sighed, she was now sucking me deeper into her mouth.
I tried to savor this moment, the experience may be the last I would have with her. I felt her hair in my hands as they grasped the sides of her head. I could smell the cornucopia of her scents, her shampoo, her skin, and the musk of her loins heating up.
Leanne was looking up at me, I could tell she was savoring the moment as much as was. My shaft disappeared into her lips before her head bobbed right back up again, and again. I could feel myself getting harder, all the capillaries expanding with blood. I fucked her face as pre-cum leaked out into the void of her mouth until I could no longer stand it.
Laying her on her back, I removed her panties before lowering my head between her legs. I tried to lick gently, lovingly, her mound becoming moist against my tongue. I was taking my sweet time.
“Goddammit, that’s so good!” she moaned.
I slipped a finger inside her to assist with my cunnilingus. Going slow was like torture, but I appreciated the way her body was reacting to the deliberate stimulus I was orchestrating.
“You’re just teasing me now!” she gasped.
I slowed down even further, my finger moving tardy as my tongue lapped at her slit. It wasn’t long before Leanne was soaking wet, a pool forming on the sheets underneath her.
“Fuck me, Ben!” she begged, her face twisting in a randy smile.
I mounted her, kneeling on the bed between her legs and guiding my cock into her vulva with my hand. Leanne gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders as the head of my dick pushed inside of her.
“Please,” she pleaded, her eyes locked onto mine.
Leanne wrapped her legs around me, using them to pull me deep inside of her. The view outside the window was probably pleasant, but couldn’t compare to the sight of Leanne’s face, lost in bliss. I started gently fucking her, not rushing to get off. Leanne wrapped an arm around my neck, and we kissed passionately as our bodies intertwined. She groped my ass, beckoning me to quicken the pace. I felt her shudder under me as I thrust faster, arching my back to a wave of pleasure. Leanne’s body was now writhing, a sign of her impending orgasm. I continued to pump into her.