Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Writing challenge - the journey.

Take one word.. you'll find the word given in bold.

She boarded the train and, entering the first class carriage, was relieved to find it so empty. Only six passengers sitting as far from each other as they could. She walked slowly past them all, barely looking, her heart pounding.  Walking through to the next carriage she found it even emptier. Three passengers, all reading their newspapers, whiskey or wine on the table in front of them. The envied their relaxation, their relief to be on the late train home.

In the final first class carriage she knew she had to make a choice; the next station was only 30 minutes away and they would leave the train. But as it turned out there was no choice to be made. Only one passenger. Well cut suit, silver hair, reading spectacles, in his late 50's perhaps; handsome, distinguished. She slid into the window seat across the table from the man and he looked up, nodded a smile, looked back to his paperwork. As was her way she read the upside down documents. Not through nosiness about this stranger's business so much as curiosity about the person. Meeting minutes for trustees, she couldn't see the charity.
Pondering the stranger's reflection in the window she saw her travelling companion enter the carriage at last. She had begun to think he had decided to end the challenge. To sit apart from her and let her travel alone. He walked through and took the remaining seat across the table from her and the stranger looked surprised. Suddenly in this empty carriage, his table had become crowded. Taking off his reading spectacles he stacked his papers and shifted in his seat, a tension is his posture that had not been there before.
She looked at her traveling companion. Pleading with her eyes, she could not do this. She had not been able to give him what he wanted, she couldn't, and so he had said she could do it for anyone, and whilst he watched. He rolled his eyes to his left, indicating that she should give her attention to the stranger and pulling her gaze away she looked directly into the stranger's questioning eyes. He responded with an expression of amusement.

Half standing in her seat the stranger continued to hold her gaze as she leaned slightly closer, catching the hint of sandlewood from his skin. She reached down and pulled her skirt right up to her waist  revealing suspenders and a thin line of lace barely concealing her cunt. The stranger dropped his gaze, taking her in and, as she sat down again, he raised his eyebrows, relaxed back into his seat and leaned his head slightly to one side. This she had not expected. Outrage, an immediate exit, stern words perhaps. Instead she had two men watching her intently.

Her own reaction surprised her; in being observed by these two men, her lover and the stranger, she felt empowered, deeply aroused. Slipping off her heels she slid down in her seat and pressed one foot onto the chair opposite to steady herself, with the other she sought out the strangers crotch and the evidence of the impact she was having. She stroked her stockinged toes firmly across his hardness. Her hand began to unbutton her blouse, revealing black and cream lace, the flimsiest of bras. Slipping her hand inside to caress her breast she lowered her other hand into the lace below, finding her wetness she gasped at her own touch.

Running her fingers in circles and sliding her juices across her lips she pressed down and plunged her fingers deep inside her cunt, slowly drawing them out again and stroking across her tender clit. Her hips began to move, her hand repeating the thrust and slow upward stroking, her other hand releasing her breasts from thin lace and pinching and rolling hard nipples, running her hand across her stomach, up and around her neck, back to her nipples.

All the while the rhythm of her whole body transferred to a gentle massage of the strangers crotch an extension of her movements against his body. She was lost in sensation now, head back, eyes closed, taking herself to the edge, gentle gasps and moans becoming louder as she writhed in her seat, lost in her own pleasure, feeling her muscles tense as she reached her climax and cried out, her hips bucking against the table, bringing her back to awareness.

Opening her eyes as the tension of orgasm gently left her body, the waves of pleasure still causing her hips to circle, her body to arch, her lover's smile showed her he was pleased. He said one word; 'Beautiful'. Turning to face the stranger she felt shy, exposed, uncertain. He smiled too, gently nodding his approval.

The stranger turned to her lover; "You, Sir, are a lucky man indeed". And to her;

"Thank you. You are a most beautiful vision and I shall treasure this memory."

She smiled shyly, finding her shoes, slowly buttoning her blouse as she shuffled her skirt back down her legs. Her lover reached over, took her hand and raised her from her seat. He paused only to take her hand to his mouth, and taste her juices before holding her close as the train pulled into their station.


Am thrilled once again to have my story included in e[lust] Top 3 posts this time for edition 43.  Thank you to everyone who voted!
Submitted for this week's Wicked Wednesday without using the prompt. As ever click on the badge to see who else is being wicked. Muse. x

20 comments:

  1. Delicious, decadent and beautiful. I would love to talk to her afterwards, to understand her thoughts and feelings of how having this boundary pushed so far.

    As always a wonderful erotic tale. I may have to upgrade to first class for my journeys.

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    1. She would want to be asked, I imagine after the event there would be much to talk about.

      I always thought first class must be about more than those fancy headrests. :)

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  2. Wonderful. You have captured the charge of the moment beautifully. I love the way her fear and anxiety move through tension to release as she makes herself go through with it. I also love the sense that, as reader, I share the complicity of the two observers.

    You have a very good eye for the details that make the situation real and utterly believable. I too would like to ask her about it, feel her heart pounding, and see her tremble and blush as she is hit by the enormity of what she has just done. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you for your kind comment. I have enjoyed that you felt yourself to be in your story.

      Enormity indeed! As I formed the story in my mind I was conscious of the random way people wander through carriages during a journey. I tired to imagine how that scene would have played out had it been interrupted! That alone made me blush!

      A fine challenge, thank you. x

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  3. I normally limit the blogs I follow to those I feel would also be interested in reading my blog, since mine is a little "outside the box". But after reading a couple of your posts, I HAD to follow yours. HAD to...so here I am!

    Thanks for posting! I look forward to reading much more!

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    1. Hello Cassaundra and thank you for your kind comment. x

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  4. You paint a glorious picture with only one word. I felt as if I was sitting there, observing her and the two man too!

    Rebel xox

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    1. Yes, observing the two men would have been as much fun I think. x

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  5. Wow. Beautifully told! I would find that quite arousing myself if I could get past the barrier of performing openly for another :)

    ~Kazi xxx

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    1. Ah, that's exactly the challenge isn't it. x

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  6. You wrote such a wonderful story. I could feel her anxiety, excitment, nerves, pleasure when she did. You have such a wonderful gift. I always enjoy reading what you write!

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  7. Oh. God. YES! This is so hot... I love how you have done this, it feels so passionate and yet rather tender, like they both worship her for being so damn sexy. Brilliant

    Mollyxxx

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    1. Thank you Molly. x And like I said, whilst I was writing her story you did cross my mind. :)

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  8. You did a great job with this challenge; very hot and well written!
    xxPenny

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  9. An excellent challenge met, and with your usual eloquence and beauty. Thank you for transporting me again.

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    1. Thank you for such a lovely, thoughtful comment. x

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  10. Wonderful story telling! ;)

    ~ Vista

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