Sensations on the Rails: A Steamy Encounter in a Moving Train
Running for the tube train from the airport, we jam in, breathless, with hundreds of other passengers off the red eye into Heathrow. It’s 35 minutes in this hot metal tube ricocheting into the dark, so you shift to get your back into a corner hanging onto the overhead straps.
As the morning sun slowly rose in the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the city, I found myself standing on the platform of the train station. Steam billowed from the locomotive as the smell of coal permeated the air, filling me with a sense of excitement and anticipation. Today was the day I would embark on a journey that would change my life forever.
You pull me to you, smiling into the back of my neck, “Hold on tight, baby.”
As the train pulls out, it picks up speed, rocking from side to side, the packed crowd of us moving in unison, the number of bodies packed together in the compartment stopping any of us from needing to hold on too hard to stay upright.
Resting my head back into your chest, I close my eyes, tuning out the crush and noise around us, feeling the rough stubble on your chin grazing the soft flesh at the curve of my neck and shoulder.
It’s London, so as usual, everyone is in their own little world, paying no heed to anyone else, glued to their devices, the odd book, or just staring into space, largely silent as the train thunders into the tunnel system. Stifling a filthy smile, as I feel your other hand running down my side, squeezing gently, you reach down and cup the curve of my arse, spanning one cheek, spreading me a little, nipping and sucking on my neck.
You open my legs with one foot between mine, pushing my feet apart slowly, whispering into my skin.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
You release your hold on my the top of my thigh as I snap my eyes open, realising you’re pulling the back of my dress up between us. Scanning the people around us nervously, flushing, checking nobody is looking. There is a large man with his back to me, head down, eyes closed, sleeping perhaps, and in front of us I am jammed against a young woman watching a film on her phone with earbuds.
Your foot pushes further between mine, twisting firmly, forcing my feet further apart as I feel your hand on my hip now, pulling my body against yours, your hard bulge suddenly pressing perfectly into my crease, gripping my wrist, guiding my now trembling hand to the waistband of your trousers.
A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins, as I realized that this encounter on the rails had the potential to change everything. The train rattled on, carrying with it the promise of new beginnings and untold sensations. The boundaries of ordinary life seemed to blur, replaced by the intoxicating allure of an unpredictable future.
Little did I know that this steamy encounter on a moving train would be just the beginning of an adventure that would redefine my very existence. Woven into the fabric of my memories.
As we hurtled towards the unknown, I couldn’t help but wonder what lay in store for us. Would this connection withstand the tests of time, or would it be a fleeting moment, forever etched in the recesses of memory?
Only time would reveal the answers to the questions that swirled in my mind as the train sped on, carrying us towards a destiny yet to be written.
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