The day was fading slowly, yielding to the dark of the night. I watched out of the window as the world outside lost its color and the shapes and forms merged together as the darkness took over. There was no reason for me to still stand at the window, staring out into a black nothingness. There was absolutely nothing to see outside anymore.
Maybe it was the rhythmic clicking of the rails that mesmerized e into staying at the window. I was on my way to the south of France , to the town by the name of Orange , to be exact. I was looking forward to meet our supplier. Her voice on the telephone had a nice ring to it, an undertone I liked and that my hormones understood. It was a voice with a hidden promise embedded in it.
There was nothing to see outside anymore but I still stood at the window staring out into the blackness. The car’s hallway was deserted, everyone probably sound asleep. I knew I should go back to my compartment, but something held me at the window. Then I noticed the train tracks curving slightly to the east, and a minute later. I could see a thunderstorm just south of us. The tracks turned again and we were rolling right into the storm.
As the train moved closer to the thunderstorm I suddenly sensed a close presence. It was an ephemeral presence, nothing solid. But before I could turn, a lightning bolt struck close by, its brilliance filling my hallway with dazzling glitter. For now I was blinded. As darkness returned a slight pressure against my right told of another being next to me, a female body, soft and warm. A moment later she was molded tightly against me as if she wanted to have every pore of her skin in contact with me.
Out of the darkness a small white hand appeared in front of my face. A tiny forefinger touched my lips as lightly as a feather. Do not talk the finger demanded, be still and wait. The finger had a companion, a whispered word. Just one word, ‘Monsieur’. It carried several shades of meaning, but mostly it said ‘please’. Please be patient, have compassion, be understanding, be loving, hold me, smell me, touch me.
Her soft hair brushed my neck like a lover’s caress. It smelled of fresh air and sunshine, of trees and of flowers. The scent of her body bathed me in a cloud of sensuous feelings. I was mesmerized and stood still with her warm body molded to mine.
The flimsy blouse she wore let me feel every one of her heart beats. Later I would wonder, when did my arm snake around her to hold her, when did my fingers creep forward, as if commanded by her, to draw circles on her soft breast. She shivered slightly as my fingertip caressed her nipple, and she pressed against me even closer.
There was a quick sinuous movement and my head was held tight between her hands. Her lips found mine; they were cool and hot at the same time. This was a kiss that pleaded for more. When she released me I took her hand and led her to my apartment.
I had barely locked the door behind us and pulled the door curtain down, leaving only a tiny whisper of light sneak around one edge when she gently pushed me down on the seat and a moment later she was curled up in my lap. Despite the darkness in my compartment I tried to speculate on her age, but gave that idea up at once, and instead gave myself completely to the magic of the moment. She rested her head on my shoulder and let her left hand crawl up to the top button of my shirt..
She undid the two top buttons, which gave her access to my chest and started playing with my sensitive nipple. She started out, squeezing it a little to get its attention, after which she let her forefinger trace small circles around the base of my nipple. A few times she used her fingernail to very gently scratch across the very tip of it. After a while she slid off my lap, with the graceful move of a dancer.
She bent down and removed my shoes, then straightened up and pulled me off the bench. Her fingers were deft and experience when she opened my belt with one hand and pulled down my zipper with the other. My pants fell to the floor by themselves but my skivvies needed her help. Her hand on my chest pushed me back on the seat and the other hand under my knee had me lay down. Two seconds later my skivvies were gone. I could not see my prick but I knew it was standing up proudly for whatever she had in mind doing to it. I did not have to wait.
This female was not like so many women who just go through the motions, moving monotonously up and down a penis without any finesse. She was a gifted lady who instinctively knew how to play my sensitive instrument, She brought into play all the nuances of pressure, sucking, stroking with their lips, using a roving tongue, slowing down, speeding up, stopping for a short rest, then playing at fortissimo, and strolling in a Deep Throat once in a while and holding it there for a few seconds.
I could feel how much she enjoyed toying with me. Once in a while she would stop when she believed I was getting too close to the brink. She would hold me in her warm mouth, maybe letting her tongue slide leisurely across my shaft. There is no way I could describe what happened to me when she finally let me go over the edge. There are just no words for it.
When it was over I lay still, completely drained. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the afterglow, feeling sweet kisses raining over my body. I let her have her fun for a little while before I rose and picked her up in my arms like a baby. I then placed her on the seat where I had just had experienced the most glorious orgasm of my life.
This is normally a special moment for me, the moment that I can drink in the beauty of my partner, her little smile and the expectancy in her eyes. It is the moment when everything about her says please don't wait any longer, I am ready for you, I want you. But this time this pleasure was denied me;
I reached out with both hands and caressed her temples, then stroked over her hair before I bent down and planted kisses on her forehead. Next I visited her ear and let by lips nibble on her earlobe. When I stuck my tongue into her ear she jerked and let out the tiniest shriek I had ever heard.
I kissed her forehead again, then ran my tongue over her eye brows him and finally down to the tip of her nose. I would not give her any satisfaction yet, instead I traced the outline of her lips with the tip of my tongue
She reached up with both hands and imprisoned my head and pulled it down to her right nipple. I gladly accepted the invitation. When I took her nipple into her mouth together with a good part of her kit she let go of me. I visited for a while, flicking my tongue against her nipple, feeling it grow. When it had gotten hard after a while I shifted my attention to the other side and treated her left nipple in the same fashion. I would have loved to see her aureoles getting darker, telling me of her rising arousal. But again, this was denied me.
Suddenly she got up and pushed me until I lay prone on the seat. Then she let her hands tell me to turn on my stomach. She used her fingernails to lightly scratch my back and I started to purr like a kitten. Eventually her fingernail caresses where replaced by a torrent of wet kisses raining down on my back. When she stopped I wondered what she had in school from the next.
The next never came. Instead I felt a rush of cool air on my skin and then I heard the compartment door close. I set up with a start; my mystery fairy was gone, leaving only her intoxicating fragrance behind.
As I sat on the bench wondering what might have caused her abrupt disappearance I felt the train slowing down. It was too dark to see my wristwatch but I decided to dress in a hurry. I lost precious seconds fumbling around for my socks and my shoes. The train had stopped and I knew that this was the station I had to get off. This was the city of Orange. I knew also that the train would remain in the station for just three minutes. I was getting frantic.
I heard people moving outside my compartment and I did not dare open the curtain and had to dress in the dark. I could only hope that I could beat the station master. When I was done I grabbed my carry-on bag and raced to the exit. The station master raised his tone the moment I stepped off the train onto the platform. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I was the last one to leave the station. My hotel was located near the train station and I had been given clear directions to it. About 150 feet ahead of me was a young girl pushing a wheelchair. Being a lecherous bachelor I took note of her graceful movements and her shapely body. I was overjoyed when I saw them turning into the same hotel where I was to stay. But when I reached the lobby, neither she nor the wheelchair where anywhere insight.
When I called our supplier the next morning I heard that the lady with a sexy voice had a family emergency. What greeted me instead was a sour looking woman with pinched lips, and then even more sour disposition. The meeting did not go well and I was back at my hotel at noon .
I had plenty of time on my hands and decided to visit the old Roman amphitheater with its 150 foot backdrop. In the middle of the backdrop was a niche with a 12 foot statue of Augustus.