by Susannah Indigo
(02/21/01)

Joshua's hand on Kelley's waist guides her through the car and down the steps to the platform. She steps off the train into the warm night air, wearing his shirt and belt. She looks down at her outfit and smiles -- he's right, the denim shirt does look sort of stylish on this pure summer night.

"This must be Broadbend, baby. What a gorgeous night," Joshua says, laughing at the name.

They stand around with all the relieved smokers getting their fix, chatting in the intimate way distant travelers do. He holds her tight in front of him, pressing her back against his body. It's one of those perfect moments in life, she thinks, when all the people seem surreal and fascinating, and the sounds of the train in the background makes it seem like a scene from an old movie, or maybe the setting of a murder mystery.

"Tell me, baby, which men do you find most attractive?" Joshua whispers in her ear, teasingly. They often do this with each other, freely and openly discussing people they see of the opposite sex. Sometimes they even rate the Playboy pictorials together.

"Oh, I don't know," she answers as Joshua sneaks his hand up under the shirt, caressing her ass. "Oh my. That guy Christopher that's returning from his trip around the world was fascinating, wasn't he?"

"Yeah, he was. Made me want to pack our backpacks and take off."

"And the father of the family from South Africa that's touring the U.S. by train was delightful and witty. And look at that beard," Kelley teases. "His wife's gorgeous too, and they seem so relaxed and in love. And I could probably listen to that guy Ryan from Australia talk with that accent all night long."

"You have such good taste." Joshua starts to kiss her neck and she melts back into him.

As though she'd heard her name, the mother of the South African family wanders by with her camera flashing. "Would you two lovebirds like me to take your picture?" she asks in her crisp English accent.

"Yes, please," replies Joshua. "But wait." He sweeps Kelley up like a newlywed, holding her close. She laughs and tries to make sure her ass is covered for the picture. The woman snaps the Polaroid, and then gives it to them.

"That will be a picture to remember -- thank you."

Joshua carries Kelley over to the brick wall of the deserted station. Setting her down, he presses her up against the wall and kisses her hard. "I've been on fire for you since this trip started. It's almost like we're not married. It must be the rhythm of slow trains or something."

She returns the kiss in kind. "Or maybe the full moon."

"I love you, baby. Will you do anything for me?"

The rhythm of his voice every time he says this is starting to take her down with just the words.

"Yes, I will," she breathes softly.

"I have a special surprise for you a little later. Something you told me you wanted, a long time ago. You can think of it as an impromptu anniversary present, to go with the others."

Kelley fingers the heavy silver heart that hangs around her neck, the beautiful antique locket that draws comments from most everyone she talks to.

"Thank you for knowing me so well."

"Some days I think I know you even better than you know yourself, my sweet little girl." His kisses are getting more intense. "Now there's something I want from you. This one's for me, though I suspect you'll love it too."

His hands are hot under her shirt, squeezing and playing with her ass, smacking her bottom playfully, lightly, teasing, promising. "Do you know what I want from you, baby? We've talked about it before."

"Oh God."

"Yes. I want you to play the role of my little girl, to bend over my knee, lift your shirt for me, and let me spank you. Not to punish you. Just because I can. Just because I love you."

She notices that her mind thinks this might be kind of silly, but her body says differently. She has no idea why, but can only feel her body start to catch on fire.

"Oh, well, but not here." She looks around the station and notices other passengers starting to reboard the train.

Joshua checks his watch. "No, baby, but I have the perfect place for us on the train."

As the rest of the passengers head to the upper cars of the train, he leads her through the deserted lower level of the cars where carry-on luggage is stored. She can't help giggling -- she feels like a child playing hide-and-go-seek. Joshua guides her to a bench by the window that is hidden behind piles of luggage.

"Josh! How did you know this was here?" she asks.

"Oh, when you were so worn out from finger-fucking yourself, I went touring, remember?"

She blushes, even in the dark. She knows he talks this way to make her blush, but it still works.

"Come here, baby."

She obeys, and he pulls her down on his lap.

"Are you my little girl?"

"Oh God, yes," she answers breathlessly, truly forgetting how old she really is.

"Lift your shirt...tuck it up under the belt."

She carefully tucks the shirt out of the way, exposing herself.

"That's beautiful, baby. Bend over and lie across my lap."

She feels a little awkward, but climbs across his lap with her bare ass in the air. The position makes her feel like a child. Joshua starts to run his hands firmly up and down the backs of her thighs, stroking lightly over her pussy, then her ass, then back down to her thighs. The anticipation is unbearable.

"Does that feel good, little girl?" He taps her bottom lightly, once, twice. "Do you want me to spank you harder, baby?"

She's losing track of where they are and flowing into the rhythm of his hands. But she finds it impossible to say yes.

"You love it, don't you, baby, you love being held helplessly over my lap." He strikes her bottom a little harder, then pauses to run his hands over her increasing wetness.

"Yes," she finally whispers, "yes, I love it."

The train starts to move again, and beneath the noise of the engine and the whistle, Josh begins to show her just how much she can love it, spreading her legs, striking and stroking, stroking and striking, meeting pain with pleasure, taking her to heights she'd never dreamed of in this new way. He asks her several times if she wants him to stop, but of course she doesn't. She's sure she wants him to go on forever.

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