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Night train to Scotland

By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

I was flying up to Scotland to fuck Frankie, my old travelling companion and lover, but I had not bargained for the unseasonal weather putting a dampener on my plans.

At Victoria, I fought my way through the Easter crowds smelling of stale sweat, smoke and wet dog. The platform for the Gatwick Express was curiously quiet, as was the train to the airport. At first, I took no notice. I was delighted to have a seat and I settled in for the journey. It slowly dawned on me something was wrong. I wondered if I was on the wrong train or if I had got my time wrong. I checked my phone and was shocked to find twenty inches of snow had been dumped on the south of England in the last two hours. Gatwick was gridlocked. Snow in April was unusual but this much snow was unheard of. If people were not even bothering to go the airport, the situation must be bad. With a heavy heart, I checked my flight to Inverness. As I suspected, it was cancelled.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

I flopped back in my seat. I imagined Frankie sitting at her kitchen table, looking wistfully out the window at the seals on the shores of Cromarty Firth, drinking a glass of gin while another glass, meant for me, sat empty on the table. The prospect of cancelling the trip made me realise how much I was desperate to get away and see my friend. She was the only woman I knew with a higher sex drive than me. After looking forward to the trip, the thought of not seeing her made me yearn for her touch. I smiled at the memory of the night she seduced me by handcuffed my wrists to the bedstead before spanking and fucking me. It had been the start of my journey exploring my submissive side and every time we met up she had something new for me to try.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

Butt plug? Check!

Riding crop? Check!

Spanking cream? Check!

I zipped up the bag and looked around furtively in case anyone had seen me handling the items. The train was empty so I was safe from prying eyes. On the off-chance I had read the airport information wrong, or the snow had miraculously cleared, I checked my phone again. My flight was still cancelled. “Fuck it!” I thought. “This stupid weather is not going to stop me from getting a good shag. One way or another I’m going to make it to Inverness.”

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beeeeep!’

“Oh shit!” I said to myself.

The train doors were about to close. While I was daydreaming about Frankie, the train was being prepared for its journey. I had to get out, and quick, or I would end up in Gatwick. I grabbed my bag and leapt for the doors. Tumbling through them, I slipped on the wet platform and fell. My gloves saved my hands, but my right knee skidded across the ground.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

“Oww! Fuck!” I shouted as tears began to well up. I scrunched my eyes shut to stop the tears then opened them wide and breathed out, long and slow. That was my stockings and mascara fucked.

I limped towards the main concourse and pushed my way through the stinking crowds to the ticket office. It was mobbed. With a deep sigh I joined the long queue to see if I could get to Inverness by rail.

The enforced wait in the queue gave me time to check my knee – just a scrape although there was a decent sized hole in my stocking, fix my mascara – easily done with the aid of my compact, and work out how I would reach Inverness. I figured I could make the three o’clock train although it didn’t arrive in Inverness until nearly midnight, and to catch the train I would have to dash over to Euston. It would be tight but it was my best shot.

At last, I made it to the front of the queue, only to be told the three o’clock train was sold out. Dejected, I opened my mouth to ask for a ticket back home to Norfolk but was interrupted by the teller. “However....”

My ears pricked up. “Yes?”

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

He proceeded to tell me I could catch the overnight train and be in Inverness by eight the next morning. That was twelve hours later than planned but it did mean first thing on Saturday morning I would be in the Highlands with my old friend, with no gin hangover, fresh and raring to go exploring. Whether Frankie and I would be exploring the contours of the rugged Scottish hills or each other’s smooth English bodies was yet to be decided.

“How much?” I asked, then baulked when he told me £215 for a first-class cabin, the only beds left on the train. My flight only cost £26 and if it wasn’t for the global warming I’d be boarding a plane to Inverness right now. There was no way I could justify spending over two hundred quid so I inwardly cursed my luck and decided I would have to just go home. But the teller was not finished. He said I could book a seat for forty quid.

Without hesitation I said, “I’ll take it,” and thrust my credit card over the counter.

With my passage north secure, I texted Frankie to tell her I was still coming but now I would be later than originally planned. She messaged straight back, saying she would meet me in the morning at Inverness train station.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

The guard blew his whistle and the carriage doors slid shut. This was going to be a long train journey. I had only been on a sleeper once before, years ago on a trip to Edinburgh as a teenager, sharing a cabin with my mum. That trip had been exciting and fun. This was not going to be exciting or fun. I would spend the next twelve hours in a seat with minimal legroom with the man in the window seat beside me, being on the big side, encroaching on my space. I swung my legs out into the corridor. If anyone wanted past, they would have to climb over my ripped stocking and scraped knee, or wake me up and ask me to move, if they dared. I snapped on the free blindfold and shut my eyes. My plan was to sleep until morning.

In the darkness, I thought about the last time I had taken a train up to Scotland. I travelled up north to visit a sex club with Mambo, a man I met online. I didn’t even know his real name yet on a crazy whim I travelled up to Edinburgh to fuck him. I had fulfilled more than one of my fantasies that night and thinking about it now was turning me on. The rocking of the train as it started off on its journey made me jiggle ever so slightly, back and for, on my seat which had also started to heat up when the engine was turned on. I could feel my panties getting wet, my legs were drifting open and, as the feeling quickly grew, I couldn’t help but touch my thighs. The desire for sex, to be filled up, was soon overwhelming. My nipples were aching to be touched. I was aware of my shallow breathing and the warm feeling I get in my face and neck whenever I’m flushed.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

With the blindfold on it felt like I was alone in the dark. If I’d booked a cabin I could have masturbated my way to Scotland, I thought to myself. I then remembered I was sitting in a brightly lit coach with my legs swung out into the aisle in a rather provocative manner. Consciously trying to fight my aroused body I pushed my thighs together and cursed myself for buying a seat. The movement of the train made it difficult not to stay aroused.

I realised there was another vibration coming from somewhere. Reaching down under my thigh, I found my phone, vibrating. I let it continue for a few seconds, enjoying the illicit sensation, before deciding it would be Frankie and I should take the call.

Without removing the blindfold, I answered the phone.

“Hello Amy,” said a soft, Scottish voice that set off butterflies in my stomach. Only one person called me that name. Mambo.

“H…Hi Mambo,” I said, trying to sound normal. “I wasn’t expecting... Actually, I was just thinking about you. How are you?”

“I’m great thanks. Good to hear I still have that effect on you.”

“What do you mean?”

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

“Sprawled out on the train, idly touching yourself while thinking about me. I almost didn’t recognise you with so many clothes.”

“Wh… what?” I spluttered. “How do you know…?” I lifted the blindfold and scanned the carriage for him. While I remembered how he made me feel, I could barely remember what he looked like.

“You sound surprised.”

“I sound surprised? Where are you? Are you on the…?”

“Yes, I clambered over your legs a few moments ago. Looks like you have a hole on your stocking.”

My brain blanked out. I felt at once utterly embarrassed yet totally turned on. I had daydreamed about this man who had once satisfied me completely and he was here in the flesh.

My mind cleared. “I fell over earlier. You should have said hello. ,” I said.

“I was going to but you looked so happy there, playing with yourself.” He said. I blushed. “Then, when I reached my cabin, I could not stop thinking about you so I thought I’d give you a call and ask you if you would like to travel with me in my First Class cabin.”

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered south to my pussy. “When you say travel, do you mean ‘fuck’.”

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

There was a pause. Ha, I thought, I’ve got him on the back foot. Then he said, “Amy, when I say travel, of course I mean ‘fuck’.”

A wide grin played across my face. “What cabin are you in?“

Minutes later, I was standing outside Coach H, cabin 6, ready for action. I took the horse whip out of my bag, then knocked on the door.

Mambo opened it. “Look who it is. You came!”

“Not yet,” I replied, walking past him into the cabin and throwing my bag onto his double bed. “But I’m sure you’ll sort that out for me, big boy.” I thrust the whip between his legs and through the denim jeans I rubbed the leather tongue against the underside of his balls. “And I’m staying the night. I’m not going back to that seat.”

Mambo licked his lips. “That suits me fine. What’s with the whip?”

“It’s a riding crop.” I prodded the end of the whip into his chest. “Take your clothes off.”

He raised an eyebrow. “As you wish,” he said and began unbuttoning his shirt with well-groomed fingers.

His shirt fell to the floor. The sight of his toned, slender body set off those butterflies in my pussy. I ran the tongue of the crop from his navel up to his chest and across to one nipple, then the other. Mambo unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the belt hoops on his waistband. Holding his belt buckle, he unzipped his trousers and left them fall to the floor. My eyes flashed to his boxer shorts. I could not resist a look at his cock. It was straining against the white fabric of his boxer shorts, pushing the elastic waistband away from his body.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

At that moment, the train jolted so I lost my balance and fell towards Mambo, who caught me in his arms. Before I knew what was happening, his belt was round my neck and he was threading it through the buckle. I pushed him away but that only tightened the belt round my neck. The leather was warm and soft. His hand met mine and, helpless to do anything else, I released the riding crop into his grip. With his other hand he pulled firmly on his belt. With it tight around my neck, I gasped for breath.

“Now you strip to the waist,” he commanded, then loosened the belt slightly.

I slid off my jacket and threw it onto the bed. Fingers shaking, I removed my blouse and bra. They followed my jacket onto the bed. Mambo used the riding crop to toy with my nipples. He licked the leather tongue then used the small strip of animal hide to stroke my nipples until they hardened.

“On your knees,” he said, giving the belt a tug. I dropped to my knees. “Take off my boxers.” I lifted my hand to take hold of his waistband and pull down his shorts but he swatted it away. “No hands. Mouth only,” he said with another tug on the belt.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

“Yes, sir,” I replied. On his boxer shorts, a circle of wet had formed where the head of his excited cock was pushing to be free from the white cotton. Leaning forward, I licked the wetness of his boxers, tasting his aroused cock head through the fabric. “Mmmm!” I licked my lips and deftly took hold of his boxer’s waistband in my teeth, then pulled it out and down, over his erection that, once it was released from the confines of the shorts, sprung up, the head glistening. Resisting the urge to gobble his cock, I kept hold of the pants in my teeth and pulled them down his thighs, past his knees to his ankles. He stepped out of them and yanked on the belt, making me straighten up so I was facing his erection.

“Are your cock-sucking skills as good as I remember?” he asked.

“I’m sure they are. Let’s find out,” I replied. I took a long lick, from the base of his shaft to the tip of his throbbing, shiny helmet, which I then engulfed with my willing lips. We both moaned, Mambo with appreciation, I with satisfaction. Some people love biting into a bar of hazelnut chocolate and others crave licking a cone of strawberry ice cream but give me a hot, hard cock to suck on and I’m in my own personal horny heaven.

Safe in the knowledge I was satisfying Mambo with my mouth, I couldn’t resist playing with myself again under my skirt. My panties were slick with juices, my pussy lips swollen, my clit desperate to be touched. Mambo, who was using the riding crop to tease my breasts, swished it downwards, stinging the wrist of my pussy-playing hand.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

“No touching yourself tonight, Amy, unless I give you a clear instruction to do so. Your pussy is my domain,” he said. Forcing me to my feet, he took my hand and sucked the juice from my fingers. “Mmm, you taste wonderful. Take your skirt off.”

“Yes, Mambo.” I was visibly shaking with anticipation as I struggled with the zip, much to Mambo’s amusement.

“Here, let me help you,” he said, smiling. He spun me round and pushed me face down on the bed, my arms out in front of me and my legs sticking out behind, hanging over the edge of the bed. I heard him unzip my skirt then felt him slowly pulling it down to reveal my round ass cheeks. I wiggled my bum to show my enjoyment at having my clothes peeled off.

“Such a beautiful arse,” he said, feeling the soft skin of my buttocks. “It’s so tempting.” He massaged my buttock then gave it a couple of light taps. Knowing what was coming, I bit my lip and held my breath.

Thwack! My arse cheek wobbled. The warm stinging pain spread gloriously across my buttock.

“I love these panties but they will have to come off,” said Mambo, grabbing the sides of my bikini-cut underwear and yanking them off me. “That’s better,” he declared and gave my other arse cheek a playful, yet firm, slap.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

I heard myself say “I’m yours. Do what you want with me.” I felt the cheeks on my face go as red as I imagined my arse cheeks were.

Mambo laughed and pulled on the belt, forcing my head up. “I was planning on doing just that. First, I’m going to put this in here,” he said, shoving my balled-up panties in my mouth, “and then I’m going to give you a good spanking with this fine thing.” He waved the riding crop so I could see it out the corner of my eye. If I could have licked my lips with delight, I would have done that but with panties stuffed in my mouth all I could do was moan my appreciation for what he was about to do.

He removed the belt from my neck before pushing my head back down onto the bed. He ran the crop’s tongue slowly, gently up the inside of my left leg before removing the leather sensation momentarily then bringing the tongue down on my right thigh, introducing me to a new sensation and hard enough for me to let out a shocked yelp. As I recovered from the sting, he ran the crop over my right leg, over the welt he had just produced and up to my buttock before whipping the inside of my left leg. He repeated this pattern with the riding crop, softly and slowly licking one inner thigh followed by a short, sharp stinging lash to the other thigh. Each lick and lash moved the tongue closer to my buttocks until they, too, were part of the game. With each buttock lashed six or seven times, he stopped. As I lay face down on the bed, the vibrations from the train as it charged through the English countryside was enough to send small shivers of pleasure through my prone body. “What next,” I wondered.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

He directed me with the riding crop, making me place my arms down at my sides and tucking my knees in under my body with my arse stick up in the air. He ran the whip from the small of my back, between my butt cheeks, and stopped with the tongue resting on my pussy lips. He rubbed the black leather against me, slowly and tenderly, before tapping the tongue against my already swollen lips. The first three taps were gentle but the fourth one was harder and stung, making me grab handfuls of duvet and wiggle my arse to try and shake off the pain. I let out a moan.

“You know I desperately want to fuck you, Amy,” Mambo said. He knelt on the bed so he could remove the panties in my mouth. When he had done that, he asked me “What do you want?”

“I want you, Mambo,” I said. I was practically begging. “I want your cock inside me.” My hand drifted back between my legs. “I need it so bad.”

Mambo instantly spotted my transgression. “What did I say about no hands?“

“You said not to use my hands,” I said while using my fingers to caress my outer lips.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

Mambo snatched the horse crop from the bed and with it swiped my hand away from my pussy. He tied my hands together with the belt he’d had round my neck. “You need to learn to take instructions. No cock for you,” he said.

“What?” I shouted out. “You can’t tease me like that.”

“I should have kept that belt round your neck. You need to learn not to tease yourself,” he chuckled, “unless I tell you to, that is.”

“So what do you want me to do now,” I asked.

He popped my panties back in my mouth before sliding off the bed and standing up straight. “Turn over. On your back and open your legs.”

As soon as I had done this, Mambo brought down the tongue on my pubic bone. In the corners of my eyes, tears began to well up. I let out a muffled scream when I realised he was going to do it again. I closed my eyes moments before he brought down the tongue again, this time so close to my clit that my whole body shook and I let out a primal wail.

Mambo knelt down. He lifted up my legs and placed my feet flat onto the bed. Positioned between my knees, he kissed and caressed my spread legs, working his way up to my pussy. My lips quivered with anticipation as his mouth drew closer, and then at last his hands drew themselves round my buttocks as his tongue made contact. I felt a finger slide into me and, together with a thumb, clasp and rub my perineal tissue. He gently kissed my slippy, pink, shimmering lips, nibbling them softly before doing the same to my pulsing, tingling clitoris head.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

Continuing to play with my perineum with one thumb, Mambo used his other hand to massage around my clit, his thumb rubbing me outside and a finger pressing inside. He was alternately licking the length of my pussy and then across, side to side with long, languorous laps of his tongue.

As he working himself into a rhythm of licking and rubbing, the stress and strain of the last few hours began to work itself out of my body. “Oh, that’s good,” I purred before letting it go. “Fuck, that’s good,” I shouted, pushing my legs further apart, then “put your cock in me,” and “eat me, you fucker.” All this was said with my panties still in my mouth so it mostly came out as muffled nonsense but I did not care. Waves of sexual excitement washed through me as I vocalised my desires. Mambo responded by redoubling his efforts.

He pushed another finger in to join the one caressing the ceiling of my pussy. He rested the flat of his tongue against my pussy with enough pressure to cause pleasure but not enough to take me anywhere near orgasm. The bastard was making me do the work. I had to grind myself against his tongue, pummelling it with my pussy, until I could find no more. I lay back, exhausted. At that moment, Mambo’s tongue sprang to life and he licked me into a stupor again before falling flat against my lips.

Almost involuntarily, I again began to grind against his tongue, pushing myself onto his face and fingers until I exhausted myself. His tongue hardened, licking round and round my clit, making me pull my legs together, clasping his head between my thighs, my hands grasping at his hair, forcing him to finish what he started.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

His thumb brushed my arsehole. His licks were becoming less predictable. He pushed his thumb into my ass. My eyes rolled back in my head. Oh fuck!

“Keep going,” I tried to say. It came out as muffled gobbledygook. My mouth was dry, I was panting heavily and I could feel my voice shaking. I tried to speak again and couldn’t. Instead I giggled as Mambo teased my orgasm out of me. When it happened it was shuddering, delightful, simply wonderful. I pulled him against me until the touch of his tongue flicking ever so gently at my clit was too much to bear and I pushed him away, gasping with fulfilment.

We lay there, Mambo’s head between my thighs. After a few minutes he began to caress and kiss me again, at first slow and lingering and then more passionate and pervasive. Riding his tongue, I began the intense build up to another orgasm. When I was close to coming I pulled his hair and through gritted teeth told him to fuck me.

“I want you inside me. Now!” Even though I said it through a mouthful of fabric, Mambo understood.

With a final tongue flick to my clit, he lifted himself up over my body until his hot throbbing cock was resting where his tongue had been seconds before. Smiling down at me, he pushed himself in, right down to the base of his cock so my clit was in direct contact with his pubic bone, and once in he rocked me firmly, but gently, to another orgasm.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

As my orgasm subsided, Mambo pulled out and rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit head. The sensation was awesome until it became unbearable when, at the very instant, Mambo unleashed a spray of thick, hot cum that smashed against my clit like heavy waves smashing against a harbour wall. The result was devastating. The spunk broke over my clit, splashing down on my midriff and leaving a quivering wreck in its wake. My tied hands clawed at the air and my whole body sang as it seemed to lift off the bed before crashing back down onto the firm mattress. This was accompanied by the train shuddering to a halt. Mambo lost his balance and fell against the wall then bounced onto the bed beside me. We laughed. He removed the panties from my mouth and undid the belt tied round my wrists.

“You made the earth move,” I whispered, taking his hand and laying it on my breast. He pulled the duvet off the floor and covered our bodies. I soon fell into a deep sleep.

If we made love that night, in the morning we simply fucked.

When I woke up there was a hint of sunrise peeking in the window. I could hear running water and, looking over, I saw Mambo washing himself in the shower, the door to the cabin left open. I absent-mindedly circled my nipple as I watched him lather his chest with water. His hands washed lower down and my eye line was drawn to his stomach, his abdomen and then his dick, semi-erect and growing.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

I caught his eye. “Morning. Where are we?”

“Just coming into Dalwhinnie. We’ll be in Inverness in about an hour,” he replied. “You coming in? It’s a tight squeeze but the shower is decent.”

“I suppose I should wash your cum off my tits,” I said with a cheeky grin.

“I didn’t cum on your tits, beautifully formed though they are and perfect for…,” said Mambo, his confused look turning into a wide smile as the penny dropped and his dick leaped to attention.

He grabbed a towel and strode over to me which, with the cabin the size it was, took three steps at most. Using the towel to dry his hair, he stood by the window and opened the blind at the same time as I opened my mouth for his delectable cock.

“Let’s give the locals something to talk about other than the weather,” he said.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

So, as the train trundled slowly through the station, the early morning Dalwhinnie commuters caught a glimpse of my blow job skills. At Newtonmore, I was leaning against the window with one hand and firmly rubbing my clit with the other while Mambo took me from behind so they had a perfect view of my brazenly exposed tits bouncing up and down At Kingussie, I orgasmed loudly in front of a station full of onlooking travellers while I massaged the tip of Mambo’s cock, making him cum over my neck and tits.

A few minutes from Kingussie Station , I was already close to orgasm. “I’m coming,” I gasped.

“Not yet,” ordered Mambo. “Do it when the train rolls into the station. We’ll do it together.”

“But I’m so close,” I pleaded.

“So am I,” he replied, a wicked grin on his face. “Wait for the station.”

And so, I spent the next three or four minutes edging both of us, closer and closer, and with the train slowing down those minutes and seconds stretched out, making the build up to orgasm seem longer and longer. It felt like the agony would never end, until at last the train rolled to a stop and our shared agony turned to ecstasy, the looks on our faces not dissimilar to the looks of the people standing on the snow-covered platform. The thrill of being watched added an extra frisson of excitement to our impromptu fuck session.

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After a quick shower, we ventured out for breakfast at the buffet car.

“Why are people looking at us funny?” I whispered to Mambo.

“I wondered that too,” he said. Then I watched the realisation dawn on his face, as I, too, grasped the situation. The travellers we had passed at the last three stations had boarded the train and, it seemed, had all made their way to the buffet car for coffee and to talk about what they had seen through the train window. Us!

Embarrassed, I slunk back to the cabin, leaving Mambo to buy tea and muffins. When he returned, he put down the breakfast tray and shook his head.

“Told you, you should have ordered room service,” I said.

For that, I got a muffin tossed at my head. “Hey, zero tolerance, mister,” I said.

“Mister? What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked.

“That’s only for when I’m eating your cock, not a muffin,” I replied and tossed the cake back at him. “Sir!”

“Amy, you are insatiable. Get over here.”

At Inverness, we said our goodbyes in Mambo’s cabin. After our unashamed public display at the window, we figured it was best to be discreet as we left the train. I told Mambo I was meeting Frankie at the station and since I was staying for a week there was be the possibility of meeting up. The thought of introducing my two lovers crossed my mind but I first wanted to see how it went with Frankie.

On the platform, Frankie wrapped her arms round me and kissed me on both cheeks. She gave me a curious look. I think she could smell the sex on me.

“Good train journey?” she asked.

“The best,” I said, running my hand down her back to rest on her firm buttock. “Let’s get back to yours and I’ll tell you all about it.”

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“It’s wonderful to see you, Amy,” she replied, gazing into my eyes. Our mouths hovered close together for a moment, then Frankie tilted her head slightly and we kissed.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Mambo stride up the platform from the train, towards us. As he drew level, he winked and smiled, then was gone.

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By *ndrea54TV/TS over a year ago

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God that journey was so horny, can't wait to hear about the rest of the week