The Ghost Lover
Mr. Marten and his wife were returning to Boston from a business trip to Chicago. They were the only ones in the coach. They could feel the vibrations as the train rolled along the hilly terrain. Mrs. Marten looked out the window admiring the beauty of the rolling countryside as they passed hills and valleys of lush green, interspersed by buildings and farm houses. Mrs. Marten was a beautiful woman. She had a lovely face with brown eyes and full lips framed in auburn hair that flowed down over her shoulders, large swelling breast, a tiny waist,and long shapely legs that seemed to go far miles up to her a round tight ass that swayed from side to side as she walked but she never flirted with men and she had never given her husband a reason to doubt her fidelity. Her husband was sitting beside her and seemed to be in a state of reverie, his eyes not focused on anything. He was a company executive and he often had to go on long trips. His wife always went with him as she did on this trip. He was dressed in a suit and tie, and with his dark hair and olive complexion he looked very distinguished. Everyone said they made a handsome couple. Mrs. Marten must have fallen asleep for a while, as she did not hear her husband tell her that he was going to the breakfast car and would be back in about an hour.
When she awoke, she noticed a man sitting next to her who was not her husband. She noticed how handsome this man was. He was even more handsome then her husband with his wavy dark hair. He was looking at her she could tell. She stated to look back at him. She found herself moving closerto him and even desiring him. Suddenly she found his hand on her leg. She didn't care. In fact she wanted it there. When she turned to him he leaned over and kissed her. When she did not protest the kissed her again. This time he slipped his tongue between her parted lips. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue access. She encircled him in her arms and melted into him in what turned out to be very long and deep kiss. His tongue seemed to strike at her tonsils and the hand that was on her knee had moved up between her thighs and he was frigging her through her panties.
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