by Susannah Indigo
(02/14/01)

The rhythm of Joshua's tongue deep in Kelley's mouth stifles her cries as she reaches gentle orgasm for the first time of the night. His kiss is deep and fiery, holding her in place, covering her with love. He wraps the blanket back around her and pulls her toward his lap, stroking her long hair, rocking her toward a soft sleep.

When she awakens a short time later, he is gone from his seat. She finds herself stretched out on a pillow, the blanket wrapped tightly around her hips, with his long coat on top of that, keeping her warm and safe. She can't imagine what time it is -- so many hours on a train have left her with a fuzzy sense of perspective and reality. She props her head up a little and watches the occasional person stroll down the aisle. She can't keep from sighing. Joshua seems to do this to her often -- take her to some previously unimaginable sexual place and leave her with the feeling of wanting more.

"Hi baby, you're awake," Joshua ducks his tall frame down into his seat, carrying a tray from the snack bar. "Sleep well?".

The smile she offers is pure sex. "Why, yes."

"I've been touring the train, talking with all the hyper people that just can't sleep this time of night. The lounge car is hopping. And, I bring gourmet food and drink to keep us going -- in the midst of all that awful microwave junk I again found something decent."

She laughs -- they've had this same snack at least three times already since the trip started. Joshua opens the cheese and cracker tray, and starts to unwrap the little sample Goudas and Bries for them.

"Hey, don't laugh, I could have brought you some rubbery sandwich or a package of stale doughnuts. At least the wine is vintage."

"Yeah, vintage 7-11, I'd say," she responds, twisting the top off one of the little bottles of White Zin.

He props her legs up across his lap, and they start to feed each other bites of cheese and crackers. He teases her with her wine, taking the bottle away from her and making her ask him to give her some.

"Yes, baby, you may have a drink," he answers her request, running his fingers around her lips before tipping the bottle for her.

Kelley can't help it, she loves when he treats her like this, half teasing, half serious, dominating her with love even though in day-to-day life he treats her like a complete equal. "I love you, Joshua."

"I love you too, baby. Will you do anything for me?" He caresses her bare legs on his lap beneath the blanket, occasionally wetting his finger with the wine and tracing it up her leg.

"I don't know," she says truthfully, watching the serious look on his face in the dim light.

"Baby, for the rest of this train trip I want you to obey me. Without question. To trust me. To do whatever I ask of you, whenever I ask it. Will you do that for me?"

She feels the sensation right down to her toes. "Oh God, that's sexy."

"Will you promise?"

She wonders if they've checked into the kinky-car of this train, and if other couples do things like this on long train trips. It all seems perfectly right.

"Yes, I'll try. But I might need another mini-bottle of wine first."

"Hand me that empty bottle."

She reaches for the empty, and trades for a new bottle.

"Close your eyes while you're drinking."

She leans back and closes her eyes, melting into his strong hands reaching higher and higher up her legs under the blanket. No words are needed between them, he knows her body so well. She feels his fingers enter her, first one, then another and another, twisting and exploring. Her hips start to rotate with the pace of his strokes. She's sure that being half-naked in a crowded passenger car in the middle of the night is exactly where she belongs in life.

"Hold real still, baby."

She obeys, feeling his fingers slip out of her. She's afraid to open her eyes, and tries to imagine that there is nobody around, that they are in their own private car.

"Ask me to fuck you, baby."

"Oh God, yes," she answers, sure that he's not really going to do so in these seats. "Please fuck me."

She cries out in surprise as her pussy is pried open, slowly and forcefully. Her cry brings a look from the man in the next seat forward. Joshua smiles as she bites her lip, and he slides the empty wine bottle deeper inside of her pussy.

It takes her breath away -- the cold feel of it, the danger of it. And the pure heat it sends through her body. She's afraid to move, but she can't not move. She's afraid to make a sound and draw more attention.

The man in front of them leans back and asks Joshua if he knows what time it is.

"About eleven or so, I think," Joshua answers casually, holding Kelley tight. The man chats with Joshua for a minute about the train and where they are. Kelley tries to pretend she's asleep.

"Did you like that, baby?" Joshua asks in a low voice after the man turns back to his seat. "Do you like being fucked by a wine bottle under the blanket while I talk with another man?" He twists the bottle deeper.

"Oh God, no."

Joshua slides it out slowly. "No?"

"Oh...I mean yes." Her body is on fire and she doesn't care who's around.

"That's better." He slides the little bottle back in. "You're so wet, I can't stand it." He starts to fuck her as though the bottle was his cock, holding her legs tight on his lap, matching the rhythm of her hips.

Kelley feels his other hand moving up over her body and knows he's unbuttoning her blouse, but she doesn't care -- she's reaching a sexual state where nothing else matters but getting fucked. He's unhooking her lacy bra in the front, and his fingers on her nipples push her over the edge. She writhes on his lap in silence as the waves of climax wash over her body.

"Perfect," Joshua whispers. "I can't think of much else in life I'd rather see than you squirming on my lap in pleasure."

He removes the bottle gently and wraps her in his arms. He refills the same bottle with wine from his own, and offers it to her to drink. "Taste it."

She does. The wine mixed with her own taste and she loves it.

"NEXT STOP -- Broadbend -- will be a smoking stop," the conductor announces over the speaker. "We will stop for twenty-five minutes for those of you who want to depart the train temporarily."

"A smoking stop seems redundant after you, baby," Joshua says with a grin.

She just sighs.

"Ok, now what are we going to do about clothing for you tonight? I like you in nothing but a blanket, but you can't go far like that." Joshua stands and pulls down his overnight bag. "Ah, this will do."

He gets out one of his large button-down shirts and a leather belt. Dressing Kelley like a child, he wraps her in the shirt and buttons it most of the way up.

"Stand up, let me see."

She's having a little trouble getting focused enough to do anything. He lifts her gently to her feet.

"Yes, excellent, that comes down about mid-thigh. Let's put the belt on, and you'll even look stylish. Nobody will know that you've nothing on underneath."

He fastens the belt around her waist, pulling it tight. Sitting her back on his lap, he tenderly brushes her blond hair, preparing her, and straps her sandals back on her bare feet. "You look perfect, baby."

"Perfect for what?" she finally asks.

"For traveling. We're heading toward some serious fantasies."

The train pulls into the station. "Get up, baby," Joshua orders. " We're going for a walk."

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