Chapter 4

Love on the train

I found myself full of self-doubt and guilt. The next few days before my month-long sabbatical seemed to pass in a daze of emotions.

Helen departed on her trip to Italy to visit with her long lost friend Sally. Part of me longed for what we used to have at the outset of our marriage, but the realist in me accepted that one could not turn back the clock, and I was just going to have to live with things as they were or simply consider getting a divorce. I knew that this holiday and probably Helen’s would galvanize my mind and hers one way or another, but it was now a time for positivity, not one of melancholy.

My heart was pounding through my chest with happiness at the thought of the month ahead as I locked the front door and headed off with my bags for St Pancreas station and the Eurostar train to Europe. My insecurities nagged at me a little bit, hoping that Charlotte and Peter had not gotten cold feet about this at the last minute.

As usual, I got there early, not wanting to risk being delayed. One of my irritating traits, I suppose. I always preferred to be early rather than be one of those travellers who are always rushing in a frenetic panic because they left everything to the very last minute and then wonder why they missed their train or flight.

Waiting by the gate was sheer torture as I scoured the passengers approaching, looking out for both Charlotte and, I assumed, Peter, who would be accompanying her.

Minutes passed, and I grew increasingly nervous. I took out my phone from my back jeans pocket to check for messages, and as if by telepathic magic, just as my eyes looked down, I heard her feminine voice calling out to me from afar.

“Ed, darling, we’re here!”

I looked up to a vision of beauty and a face full of joy in Charlotte and a beaming smile on Peter. She wore a sexy, body-hugging, electric blue tube mini dress that showed every gorgeous curve of her incredibly beautiful body, and her shapely, toned legs were bare, her feet in matching blue trainers perfect in style yet practical for traveling. Her eyes sparkled like blue sapphires.

As they drew up to me with Charlotte's luggage, I reached out with my hand to shake Peter’s to say good morning and hi just as Charlotte launched herself at me to give me a rib-crushing hug and a big smacking kiss on my lips. Her wonderful subtle perfume enveloped me like a wave breaking gently on a pebbled shoreline. At that moment, I knew I was hopelessly and deeply in love with her.

Taken back a little, I stuttered out. “Hi, you two. It’s so nice to see you both so happy and on such a nice early summer's day, too. Let’s hope this is a good omen for the trip.”

“Hi mate,” replied Pete. “I’m so glad she is going to be travelling with you. I think you are good for each other and good for us. Welcome to the family. I hope Helen got off OK?”

“Thanks, Bud,” I replied, giving Pete an affectionate slap on the shoulder. Yeah, Helen left yesterday, late afternoon. She texted me this morning to say she and Sally had arrived safely and were making up the beds at Sally’s place and were both tired from the journey and ready to hit the sack.”

“Well,” said Peter, “at least a train-based holiday should be more relaxing and a far less stressful way to travel and see the beautiful scenery en route.”

“I can’t wait to start, babe. It all sounds so exciting. It’s almost like we are in some romantic novel, Ed,” chipped in Charlotte.

“Well, that WAS my initial idea and reason for booking it in the first place,” I laughed. “I’m so glad now, though, that I am going with someone who I think will really appreciate it all and who I actually want to spend time with.”

“Awh, honey, you’re so sweet,” said Charlotte, giving me a little dig in the ribs with her elbow as she did so.

Our conversation was interrupted by an announcement asking passengers to board the train.

We both hugged Peter. Mine is a typical guy's bear hug, and Charlotte's a tender, loving wife’s hug.

I thanked Peter again for letting Charlotte come with me and said it meant more to me than she knew. He just nodded and said, “She’s one in a million, mate…look after her for me. I know you will.”

“I will, with my life if necessary. You have my word!”

With that, we boarded the train with a final wave through the window to Peter on the platform and headed down the train to find our cabin.

The Train Journey Begins

As I trailed behind Charlotte, pulling our luggage I felt euphoric in my joy to be with this woman of my dreams. I couldn’t help but admire her sexy arse and body as she sashayed down the trains’ corridor towards our first class seats.

Once I had stored our suitcases, we took our seats. I gave Charlotte the window seat, looking forward so she could get the best views during our journey.

We settled in with a small table separating our two opposite-facing window seats.

I placed my mobile on the table, and as I did so, Charlotte placed her hand on mine, taking it in hers and squeezing it gently, looking into my eyes with those piercing sapphire blue-green eyes of hers. She looked intently at me, as if studying every contour and wrinkle on my face as she spoke.

“My darling man, I can’t tell you how happy your invitation has made me. I’ve had butterflies in my stomach ever since I woke up thinking about this moment and getting to know the real you. What makes you tick, and what pushes your buttons? I’ve thought about you every moment since you left the house. Peter is equally excited. He knows you’re going to get me pregnant…at least I hope you are?"

“Ummm, err, I ya umm..Wow!” Her directness took me by surprise and floored me for a moment

“Well, I would sure like to try if you’re serious, but what about Peter? I have to say I could only do that if he knew and was 100% OK with it. I mean, this is a whole new experience for me, and to be honest, I don’t quite know how to react and handle THIS, whatever THIS is between us.”

Charlotte pulled my hand gently towards her and raised it to her mouth and ever so gently kissed my fingertips one by one and, looking deeply into my eyes said:

“My sweet, sweet man…let me guide you then. I understand that this must all seem strange, if not weird, to you, but know this, Ed. My feelings for you are sincere. I’m not teasing you or leading you on. Peter is my husband, and I love him deeply and truly BUT I also have feelings, strong feelings for you. He knows this and accepts this because we have a loyal, loving relationship where we have no secrets from one another. We talk about everything, and I, WE, want YOU to be a part of that- a part of both our lives. Will you let me get to know you and show you what true love between people can be?”

The train started to pull out of the station as she stared intently at me, waiting for my response.

My mind had a myriad of emotions, thoughts, and questions spiraling around it like a whirlwind, all at the same time.

Moments became elongated like time stood still as I was drawn deeper and deeper into those mesmerizing eyes of hers. It was almost as if she was pulling my soul through them and into hers.

Finally, my brain managed to make contact with my vocal cords.

“Charlotte, the answer is YES. Of course it is. I will follow your lead and I really want to get to know you too. Everything about you. Your life with Peter, your family, your past everything.”

“We have all the time in the world Ed… but a month is a damned good start. You’re stuck with me now, and I am going to make darn sure we get to know each other REAL well!” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

As she spoke, I felt a bare foot rise under the small table separating us and plant itself firmly in my crotch and ever so slowly her toes curled as her foot moved to massage my cock that grew quickly in response to her massage.

“Ed,” Charlotte whispered. “Do you want me?”

I tried to keep my voice low so as not to be overheard by other passengers settling down in their seats.

“Is that a trick question?” I retorted, a broad smile slowly building across my face.

“Mmm feels like HE is wanting his little Pussy Cat” she replied in that sexy husky voice of hers.

She lowered her leg and opened her legs wide beneath the table and lowered her eyes downwards towards her groin, indicating and hinting for me to look down beneath the table.

I subtly moved in my seat to get a casual view beneath the small table and saw that her mini dress had risen and she was displaying her hairless, sexy, and soft-looking skin surrounding her wet vulva and a luscious set of very moist labia.

Her movement caught the attention of the youngish couple sitting opposite and I noticed the man look down at her open display. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as his gaze became fixed on her hot womanhood. The woman who I presumed to be his wife noticed his gaze and followed the focal point of his stare until she too became transfixed on Charlottes pussy. Her mouth opened ever so slightly, and she licked her tongue slowly from side to side across her lips as if trying to taste her.

I looked over, and suddenly they became aware and both blushed as they looked away caught in their act of voyeurism. I smiled, and the woman smiled back meekly, her face flushing red as she struck up a conversation with me and tried to deflect matters away from them

“Shall we take a little stroll, darling, and maybe get a drink?” Charlotte asked

“Yeah, why not,” I replied.

She smiled, and as she rose to get up she purposefully looked straight at the couple opposite who were now gazing over our way again and slowly spread her legs very wide and hitched her skirt even higher so they could easily see her glistening wetness before standing letting her dress fall again, just enough to conceal her hotness once more.

She took my arm in hers, glanced back at the couple as we walked off, giving them a broad smile as if butter wouldn’t melt, and led me away.

“You’re a tease, Charlie, wearing no knickers." I said, “And flashing those two as well. I have to say I found it very sexy and quite a turn on myself.”

“Ed, I never wear any underwear unless I have to. I love the feel of fresh air on my pussy and my tits free to bounce and jiggle. I like letting people look at and appreciate me; if it gives them pleasure, then why not? After all, they don’t HAVE to look now, do they?”

"Darling," I said. "You know damned well how super sexy and incredibly stunning you look. Every man on this train would love to make love to you."

“Lucky, I only have eyes for you then, Ed”…she chuckled as her hand lowered to take mine in hers. Our fingers interlaced, and my heart leapt with joy as we made our way down the train towards the dining car. As we did, she was like a magnet to all the men we passed by…and to some women as well. She made me feel on top of the world and that I was the luckiest man alive to be on the train with her and to be the center of her attention for all to see as she was mine.

I WAS IN HEAVEN.

We got a glass of red wine each and returned to our seats, still walking hand in hand like young lovers do. I was totally smitten, and that was plain for all to see.

The journey to Paris passed by all to quickly as we sat with her foot in my groin almost all the time keeping me in a state of arousal massaging my cock as our near neighbours looked on with a look of growing lust in their eyes getting aroused themselves. The woman was constantly and noticeably fidgeting in her seat, almost as if she had an itch in her knickers. She probably did!

In Paris, we swapped trains over to the night train going via Latour de Carol to Barcelona, the main first stop in my planned journey around Europe.

I was so looking forward to sharing a cabin with Charlotte. I badly wanted to make love to her, soooo much!

We transferred our suitcases and made our way hand in hand straight to our cabin

As soon as we were inside the door, she leapt on me enveloping me in her arms as she simultaneously pushed me backwards onto the double bed that had been left down ready for our arrival. Our mouths met in a heated, passionate kiss as our tongues twirled, and we devoured each other like insatiable lovers who had not seen each other for months.

I forced myself to disentangle from her embrace.

“Stop, Charlotte,” I said, holding her at arm’s length with my hands firmly but tenderly by her biceps.

Momentarily, she looked hurt, but soothing her frantic questioning looks, I quickly spoke.

“My darling Charlotte, I love you so much, and I have thought about nothing else but this very moment for day after day BUT I don’t want to rush things. I want to savour this moment for the rest of my life. I want to drink in this moment slowly and cast it to my memory for ever. You look so perfect in the setting sunlight. Your hair glinting in the sun, your eyes sparkling as you look at me now, like diamonds in the night sky. Your smooth, warm thighs, your soft skin, your moist lips. I want to devour you but I also want to savour this moment in my mind forever. I want to capture your radiant beauty tonight before I make love to you. I want my seed to impregnate you. I want to make you the mother of my child. A child that is as loving and tender as their mother.”

As I spoke, I slowly let my hands fall from her arms and traced delicate fingers downwards to her finger tips then traced them back up to her shoulder where I took hold of her dress and slowly peeled her dress straps from her shoulders. Then I reached slowly around her back and I pulled down on her zip slowly and deliberately, holding her eyes with mine. I then slowly peeled her dress down, exposing her perfect, round breasts. Her eyes closed as my hands gently took her breasts tenderly in each hand and then ever so slowly started to caress each breast in circular, gently feather-like strokes edging ever so slowly towards her nipples as they grew more and more erect with each passing touch. Her eyes stayed shut, and her head dropped back a little, exposing that perfect throat as I drew in her perfume deep into my lungs. As my fingers touched each nipple, she gave a little shudder like I had given her an electric shock, and her moist, perfectly formed pouting lips parted slightly as she emitted a slow moan from deep inside her like a release of tension.

I spoke again softly, almost whispering, ” I want you to realize that this is love that I feel for you, Charlotte. True love, not some boyish crush on a pretty girl.”

I noticed a small tear begin to form in the corner of her right eye, then the left, and then as if in slow motion those tear drops slowly roll down each of her flawless cheek bones. I slowly leaned forward and kissed each cheek, pulling the tears into my mouth, tasting her tenderness. It was like tasting pure love. She opened her eyes and just stared into mine as the tears began to flow, and her face beamed back at me with love. Then, instinctively, we just fell into each other’s arms and hugged each other closely, her erect nipples pressing hard against my polo shirt. I pulled away from her briefly so I could remove my shirt top pulling it off over my head and throwing it aside before I re-joined her. Our bare flesh pressed together, my soul felt as if it was intertwining with Charlotte’s in the first of what I hope would be one of many such intimate moments’ together going forward.

I realized then that she OWNED me truly and utterly. I was hers forever and no one would ever change the love and tenderness that I now felt for her. It was like my heart was in a vice, one that it could never escape from. I was hers, and at that very moment, I think she knew it as our lips found each other once more, kissing each other with a hunger that I had never before experienced, not even with Helen on our wedding night. Yes, I knew Charlotte was a Vixen and Peter a Stag and I the pawn, a wife cheater but I did not care. For the very first time I understood what people talk about when they say they found “TRUE LOVE”.

Instinctively, I knew this moment in time was going to be a night to remember for the rest of my life.

END of Chapter 4