The wagon train

"Oh my God I hate trains"whispered Becky as even more mass packed in tighter at the final stage station before her stop.

It didn't help that over the weekend after a party in which they had all had a great time she had tried to seduce her husband. He didn't even try to prepare an excuse this sentence, just said he didn't want to and she had debased herself grovelling to try and get him to do it with her. It had been calendar month now since they had been intimate.

She particularly hated Monday morning time as she had to impart both her Laptop and her bag to work which left her undefended from the gropes and sly touches.

She no longer cared all that often and never said anything since"that time"when she had complained loudly when someone touched her exclusively for the guy to rebut her equally as loud saying"My god lady, if I wanted to touch individual up it would have got been that lovely young young girl beside you not an old hag like you !"

It seemed like the whole gear had laughed.

Becky didn't think of herself as an old hag as she had only just turned 40 and still had a passably typeface and a toned body from the outdoor lifestyles she loved, but that scuttlebutt had cut deep and embarrassed her greatly, even more so since her husband Finlay hardly touched her these days.

This Express section of the string journey was the longest and the most crowded so you could virtually go to sleep standing up and not fall. As the train sped up, the rough track jostled the gang from side to side. Unless you where near a handhold you had nothing to hang on to and inadvertent tinge and rubbing were a pattern region of the ride.

Becky had a thin clothes and thin cotton wool panties on so it was easy for her to feel every touch sensation and she felt it now."my god he's getting tough"she though as she felt the patent look of firming build against the back of her thigh.

Try as she might she could not change state her chief to search nor squirm her way away from the rising inclemency creeping up her inner thigh. After a particularly large lurch, the gang momentarily forced a gap between them but all it did was allow the rising member to accumulate her dress and lagger right in the junction of her thigh trapping its insensibility there.

She felt the man behind her try to pull back away but after a brief conflict realise it was useless and allowed himself to slow down against her.

The caravan movement was not helping at all as the man continued to get firm pushing further upward until Becky realised with a blow that her physical structure was starting to cheat on her and she was getting turned on. Her innermost physique was starting to open up as the moisture naturally formed inside her not knowing she was protected by several layers of fabric. The end of him was now lodged at her opening and the fabric of her cut panties was rubbing over her most sensible spot as it was pulled over and upwards as it moved slightly into her.

Becky let out a low groan as the contradictory feelings swept over her, the shame of getting turned on by this, the unfamiliar pleasure of the detrition, the disgust of cheating on her husband, the wanton lecherousness of a complete stranger virtually taking her in a very public place.

Becky fought the feelings rushing through her as the geartrain lurched, the man's heavy respiration in her ear turning her on even more. She squirmed and wriggled trying to tear herself away only to make thing far forged for the man behind her and his ventilation became even harsher as he groaned hoarsely.

"oh my God, I can't consider this is happening"she thought as she looked wildly around hoping no one noticed what was going on. Her face was flushed with pity, embarrassment and uncurbed lust as all feigning of restraint fled her.

Becky jab back trying to get as much of him inside as possible serving only to pull the fabric tighter over her super tender nub eliciting low abrasive moan from them both.

Becky bit down on her tongue as the feeling surged inside her, the pain in the neck and metallic taste of her own rip could not hold on the rising strength inside her as all simpleness finally disappeared and she gave over to her feel, her orgasm ripping through her like an unstoppable tidal wave.

She vaguely noticed the man's extra hard thrusts as he was also swept up in her bliss but she could sense his powerful spurts inside her material lined sheath.

Slowly, their ragged external respiration in musical harmony just as their orgasms were, their tenseness drained away to lead them both shocked and satisfied.

His hardness softened and withdrew from its shoal cove leaving a with child spreading wet grunge on both the front of his running boxershorts and the back of her clothes still ensconced in her. nil was said as they regained their sensibilities.

Neither had noticed the train had stopped at her station until the crowd surged forward out the doorway, Becky stumbling as they did. She felt the adult male shoemaker's last tinge as he reached forward and plucked her dress from its bunched fold. She turned to look for him but her scan proved unrewarding as it swept a sea of workaday faces.

Becky hurried into the nearby toilets to inspect her dress and despite the looking at received by the early adult female she was able to wash the wet touch of its smell and dry her dress under the deal desiccant.

Visibly shaking she retreated to a stall with a handful of wet towelettes to wash her facial expression and body.

Her mind replayed the events feeling shamed she allowed herself to let"it"happen. Feeling remorse she allowed the passion to catch her.

intuitive feeling guilt it was not her husband that brought out those passions.

Feeling pride that somebody else wanted her badly enough that he couldn't stop himself.

feel beneficial that mortal still found her attractive.

What would she do now ?

How could she go back to a"normal"life history ?

Would everyone at work somehow"know"?

Would her husband"know"?

She realised that she didn't really take in a choice, her life was probably not going to be any different.

She steeled herself and got herself together to face the world.

She left the stall to reapply her minimal make-up. No one even seemed to recognize her, no one noticed her, she was just another part of their everyday life.

Her panties removed from her air pocket, she stooped to smell them and felt too ashamed to even try to clean them as that brief smell elicited a rush of excitement and a lifelike computer memory of the passion she had not felt in years.

They remained in the bin as she straightened herself and walked out the door.

Becky had a terrible day at work, couldn't dressed ore and made constant error. She fidgeted all day and was crack horny not helped by the fact that she was naked under her idle garb and any breeze threatened to ruin her modesty.

She was convinced that masses could reek how horny she was so by the fourth dimension she left for the power train she had almost talked herself into ravaging her unknown lover.

She was both disappointed and relieved when she scanned the bunch all the way rest home and no one so much as caught her eye.

Dinner was already underway by Finlay as usual when Becky walked in the home. The youngster had left a mess also as usual so everything was normal.

Becky took her husband by the handwriting and led him into the office where she let him have intercourse about the groping incident leaving out her feelings about it.

She was very surprised when he only asked if she was alright and if there was anything he could do for her. She couldn't assistance but find annoyed that he didn't rant and gush on about it.

Becky had to take that she liked her sprightliness, her husband was a peachy match whom she loved dearly and they were popular with wads of friends so everything in her life was with child … except her sex life.

thought back a few days to when the use were reversed, Becky had been the one who did not want to feature sex and Finlay was so very frustrated with her. It had been a time of upheaval but he had calmed down and gotten used to it so by the time she had realised the problem was the birth control pill and had gone off it the damage was done.

Now that her libido was back in full swing his had crashed and burned.

She had been almost sure Finlay had taken lover back then but at the time she did not care as long as he left her alone, perhaps he was still seeing someone ?

With dinner party done and the kitchen cleaned up she tried to perk up her husband. No such luck.

Becky's curiosity and horniness had peaked so she started an in depth search through his dress, his headphone, his laptop computer etc but found goose egg apart from some searches for porno that were month old.

She tried her lot with him again but all she got was a favorable cuddle and stormed off into the bedroom in frustration.

Her opinion turned back to that aurora and she very quickly came all over her fingers then cried herself calm again.

Finlay hardly seemed to observe that she had gone when she walked back in the TV room and cuddled up to him.

She turned his side to hers and with bleary heart asked spot blank if he was having an matter and received a straight out"no ”.

Before he had a chance to say anything else she asked if he had previously and his gaze clouded,"just a direct yes or no with no details"she asked.

He looked like he was considering all his option but his gaze softened and he almost whispered"yes … but"

Becky placed her hand over his sass to stop him saying any more than,"I don't want to screw, I just trust that it is over ”.

He nodded.

Becky used the hand with the scent of her to keep his cheek and kissed him then arose and headed for the bedroom with a vague hope that he would fall out but not really expecting him to.

She cried again then let the mornings consequence dry wash over her.

Once again she let her fingerbreadth arouse her as they slowly slid between her lips and up and over her button until she neared her eyeshade then held off waiting to see if her husband would conjoin her.

Several times she climbed that peak until at finish she could wait no longer.

Becky wished she had of kept the panties so she could indulge in his rash perfume as she came but never the lupus erythematosus had a very strong coming as her mind replay every campaign and her guttural groan echoed through the room.

Becky and Finlay always slept au naturel and she suspected he was waiting until she finished before entering the room.

She was laying there with her finger still inside herself when he walked in and crossed the room. He undressed showing no mark of arousal then cuddled up to her.

She sighed and draped herself on him moving her manus from her to hold his softness.

"I guess I owe you. When I realised how much I loved you and how much I was risking I just sort of lost interest in sex"said Finlay,"but please don't do it with anyone you like or with anyone we know"

Becky then drifted off into a peaceful refreshing sleep.

Becky awoke with some movement and realised Finlay's erection had slipped through her fingers but before he turned to cover to the privy it had already softened again.

She padded into the john when she heard the flush and as soon as she had finished she joined him in the exhibitioner under the second rose … just the same as any early morning.

As the lovesome water tingled her skin she ran her hands sensuously over her taught consistency putting on a wanton display.

She turned him away and washed his cover allowing her nipples to brush over him then handed him the soap and turned her rear to him.

As he started to lather her backbone she grabbed another bar and washed down her legs feeling the unmistakable ascension of him against her soapy ass. She grinned and rinsed off under the former rose before drying herself and going to get dressed.

As she left she noticed in her peripheral vision that he was now fully hard.

She dressed in a slightly shorter but still a summer style wearing apparel, her panties went into her bag instead along with a few tissues … this time she didn't want a mess.

Her heart was beating wildly as she waited for the gearing … could she go through with this ? Would he even want to ? Would he even be there ?

Becky almost ran for home when her power train arrived and she scanned the gang for men she had seen before … there were multiple faces she thought she had seen before and when the geartrain stopped at the stop before hers she intently scanned every person that entered … her pulsation quickened as she stood in exactly the Lapplander place waiting for his touch but all the touches she felt were innocent.

The wagon train pulled in at her stop and she exited with frustration and relief.

She was wet in anticipation as she walked to work finding it surprisingly pleasurable remaining in a high United States Department of State of inflammation all day.

By the clip she arrived home that evening she was so horny she went straight for the shower and used the hair washing attachment set to pulse to bring an end to her frustrations.

Becky was still slightly randy but the bound had been taken off by the shower as she dressed in release shorts and one of Finlay's business enterprise shirts before heading down to the kitchen.

Her daughter Belinda squealed at her"Mum … put some clothes on"as she watched Becky's liberal swinging tit bouncing with her exuberant steps.

Becky looked at her teenage girl dressed in a T shirt and blench blue knickers and just laughed before bouncing over to kiss her husbands cheek and tangle her young son hair.

broadsheet just gave her the usual"aww Mum"then Finlay asked with a signature of sadness"have a special day today"?

"just the Saami as any former day sweetheart"replied Becky"I 'm just in a happy mood"

Finlay again waited for the moaning to terminate before coming to bed but this sentence Becky held his hired man to her titty as she snuggled back into a spoon location, something they had not done for a issue of years.

She was sound asleep within seconds.

Becky woke with Finlay's morning erection pressed between her legs and she used it and her fingers to delight a bit of pleasure until she felt Finlay outset to fidget as he woke. She headed for the shower bath and once again the pulse mode took her over the edge and she was eager for the day.

Becky had lost all expectations of a repeat performance thinking that it was a one time affair but was thankful for the increased libido it had brought her and she dressed a feeling more provocatively as she realised that she enjoyed the supererogatory attention.

Once again the panties remained in her handbag as she was enjoying the freedom and the endangerment of exposure until a passing passenger bus caused her to swank several students waiting for their schoolhouse bus on the other side of the road.

Becky was a slight paranoiac until she got to work and put them on again.

All week was like with Becky hoping to feel her mysterious man but not disappointed when it did not happen.

hoi polloi at work were starting to acknowledge her better conduct with a few of the lady friend asking if she was getting a bit on the side, she just laughed it off.

The weekend bought a change in mental attitude to Finlay as he started paying More attention and Becky stopped trying to make him. Instead she spent more time teasing him then moving out of reach when she felt it starting to affect him.

Fri night drinks turned into Friday Nox fumbling when they went to bed but Becky simple moved slightly so his erecting had no where to go and waited for him to fall asleep before getting back into the spoonful position and falling deceased herself.

Saturday were a sleep in morning in the menage but Becky was awake too soon and using her fingers on herself to luxuriate in pleasure while the warmth of his mitt on her breast added a picayune bit to the feeling.

She felt him indurate slightly but as his helping hand had not even twitched knew he was still asleep. She carefully moved him in line with her opening and felt it farm as it moved slowly up inside her on her wetness.

She didn't feel the want to do any Thomas More than relax with him inside her and strum her fingers over the outdoor keeping up the trend as he shrunk then grew again over several round until she noticed he was starting to wake up and she moved away.

Finlay woke and moved to her but Becky smiled and brightly said"right break of the day"then kissed his cheek and arose for her shower.

Becky used the hired hand shower bath principal again to restrain her right on the edge of an orgasm waiting to see if Finlay would unite her and when he did indeed join her she chose to ignore his pulsating humanity and quickly took herself over the border revelling in the fact that he was watching her.

As she calmed down she stepped from the shower then pretended to only just remark his erection.

She used a finger's breadth to campaign it down then watched it outpouring back up saying"damn, could have used that early"! as she walked away.

Becky grinned thinking to herself that she was really starting to revel her new found intimate force over men.

The Saturday BBQ was looking to be a bit worry as Becky had met up with the fille and"Let"herself be talked into buying a G drawing string two-piece. The girls didn't know that Becky had steered this so that they wouldn't get upset when she started started flirting at the pool party BBQ.

Initially Becky was"resisting"showing off her new Bikini until basically the whole group was insisting on it and she was"reluctant"to expose her body.

Becky had inspected herself in the mirror and had to plane herself completely to avoid any mishaps but her bum looked great in it.

The social movement was a bit too thin for her liking as she could see her cameltoe quite clearly and would hold to be quite careful of any escaping lips. The hombre were going to have intercourse it.

Her top needed to be a bit too smashed to hold up her generous bust but she could see that she was about to go from the most button-down of them all to the most desirable.

Even the teenager of the mathematical group were about to be outclassed and they wore following to nothing even if their breasts were a lot perky than hers.

The constant egging on finally worked and Becky dropped her wrap and did a quick twirl to a short stint of silence.

Then the scuttlebutt started and the kudos from the miss seemed to be all good so her architectural plan had worked with each of them thinking it was their pushing which had yielded such groovy results.

The guys were congratulating Finlay and asking why he had been hiding such a prize. She could actually see him puffing up with pride.

Amid some more insisting she turned to give everyone a better look and felt herself flower with pleasure. It had gone better than she thought.

The merely hurt to the debut was when she looked across to the teenager on the other English of the consortium and noticed a row of tent …. oops !

Becky kept up the shy pretence for the rest of the afternoon and managed to hit several more tents from the bozo. She loved the attention and managed to go along the girls onside at the same time.

By the time they went domicile she was almost tempted to let her husband feature his way with her but decided she wanted him to beg her for her tending like she had begged him. It was not going to be well-to-do to hold out as that one little anonymous grope had kick started her libido into high gear gear.

Arriving home Finlay headed straight to the bedroom while she got the kids settled.

She knew he would be waiting for her so she made a umber and unstrain … or tried to but she had been horny all day and didn't want a quick orgasm. She wanted a man but she had put Finlay off limit point to herself for the time being.

Damn that unknown !

Becky wondered if she could use Finlay without him knowing but soon realised that if she felt him inside her she was not going to break pounding him until she had a monumental release.

Now she really regretted not buying those sex toys a few years ago when Finlay wanted to experiment.

"tinker's dam that stranger"she thought as she let her fingers work their way over her new eloquence beneath her shorts.

Her finger's breadth slid between her rim feeling the wetness already formed, her early hand slid down to unite the first-class honours degree and she curled the fingers of one hand inside while the early helping hand strummed across the top of her cleft.

She found her spot inside and within arcsecond her former handwriting was thrilling her into a short sharp release.

She slowed to a creep but the s one just seemed to roll straight in behind the first.

five-spot minute of arc later she peaked again but this clip thrashed about on the lounge in the throws of ecstasy for a trade good wide-cut minute.

God it was good.

The aurora rays slid silently across Becky's body, her fingers still inside her hidden by her shorts, when they lit up her closed eyes she blinked awake forgetting where she was for a second.

Becky stretched and remembered how good the day had been and how good it had ended.

She staggered off to bed to see Finlay had made a mess all over himself and was curled on his side.

Becky was also sleek down and messy so she thought bugger it and stripped her apparel off before sliding in nominal head of him and slid straight off to sleep.

A few hours later Becky woke to find Finlay's difficult rod sliding slowly along her slit in their combined tidy sum. He was being careful to not wake up her so she forced her external respiration to be deep and regular.

Every up stroke slid over her nub and she was so tempted to throw herself on him and Cypriot pound him into the mattress but didn't want him to know how a good deal she needed him.

Even when he found her entrance and slid himself deep inside she lay still and took it without a murmur.

As much as she didn't want to she knew she was going to cum but luckily just as she rolled over the border he thrust in several short gentle stabs and let go inside her covering her small but satisfying orgasm.

Becky smiled to herself as he gently tiptoed to the toilet returning to clean up the spend dripping from inside her.

Becky was sated and so unbend she dozed off again not waking until midday when Finlay served her a cooked tiffin in bed along with a gracious cup of coffee.

She couldn't helper but grinning inwardly as he looked so guilty.

Becky had a disgusting estimation and sat up hybridization legged in bed, her newly shaved hillock on display still steamy with his spend.

"I know you don't want to make love to me but perhaps you could just, you know, use your oral fissure on me … please"she begged."I don't know why but I'm just so aroused I could bust"

She knew that before this sunup he would have said no but she was now so worthy to him and she had innocently denied him so often and he was feeling so guilty and and and ... he would spelunk in.

She watched the emotions flit across his brass … then the surrender and the realisation set in.

She didn't time lag for him to startle slowly but as soon as she felt him snog her inner thigh she grabbed his headway and pulled him to her sex guiding him down to her entrance to scavenge the messy residue of his mornings shame.

Becky wasn't that horny due to being completely satisfied so Finlay had a long academic term to do before she succumbed to his ministrations and had another satisfying coming. Before he could even reckon about going any further she pushed him away saying how tender she was and how grateful she was for helping her out.

She had felt his erection against her foot but wanted to leave him luxuriously and dry.

She was feeling a little shamefaced of her treatment of him but was still feeling pissed off at him over his affair.

She was also feeling guilty that she had not told him of the feelings the groping incident brought to the surface even though he had given her permit to take a fan after the event.

Becky took a run in the afternoon with her daughter but she was so turned on everything she did palpate sexual. It was as if instead of starting at cypher on the sexual scale she was now constantly on an eight.

Her wet legging were rubbing her in all the right places so she constantly had to stop to rest to quash the overplus of having an orgasm in nominal head of her daughter.

How she wished she had not talked her daughter into the run as she could then deliver just kept going until she peaked.

cover at home Becky didn't even pull in the exhibitioner before she brought herself off with her hand over her mound and her finger curled into her spot.

That night she remained in agitation thought of the adjacent morning … it would be a week and the possibility of her Mr whodunit being on the train was a high possibility.

Could she allow it to happen again ? Did she want it to happen again ? Did she desire to guide it further ?

So many motion !

Becky slipped from the bed early following morning and then debated whether to calm herself with the rain shower principal before she went mad but instead finished her shower with the hot H2O turned off.

She dressed in the Lapp dress as last hebdomad and put her panties on then took them off again various times.

She had left her laptop at work on purpose Friday evening so she would birth a excess hand. She was prepared.

Oh God she just didn't know what to do.

All the way to the train station she was in a panic, she had turned around so many clip she almost missed the power train and had to run the last few metres.

With renewed determination she fought her way to what she now claimed as her spot and waited.

And waited.

Nothing.

The hitch before hers arrived and she couldn't tone at anyone as they boarded. The apprehension was making her feeling queasy. Was he here ?. Now ? Would he try again ?

She felt every minor sense of touch, every sway of cloth, every breath of malarkey. She waited. She wanted.

Her top lip trembled, a faint lustre of perspiration across it. Every sense heightened.



A touch.

Just the faintest printing press against her.

Again.

Becky allowed herself to move back with the swaying train and felt him against her second joint. She shifted and allowed herself to swing back again feeling him against her internal thigh this time.

She grew faint then remembered to breath taking in a great draught of refreshing air.

He pressed forward for a legal brief second then again a little longer.

Becky felt him raise, now between the valley of her merging thigh. Growing firm. Moving upwards towards its ultimate goal.

Becky took a chance and moved her free paw to the side in the sway of the crowd and lifted her dress sufficiency to be above his rising fellow member, feeling the easy textile of his clothing different to the abrasive cotton of her clothes as it pressed upward.

She felt his hesitancy, unsure. She pressed back against his now firm upstanding penis and moaned trashy enough for him to hear.

She felt his hand move between them, checking, finding her bare legs beneath his extremity. She pushed back again, enticing, wanting to sense his bare skin against hers. Wanting him to bring out himself to her feel.

He moved his bridge player further up beneath her dress, finding bare skin only.

She mewled, he groaned, moving closer, his ragged breathing music to her ears.

She felt both his paw between them. Felt him moving back to make room. Felt the thing she was waiting for. Felt his nakedness moving back to touch her.

She soared, her whispered moan unmistakable to him.

She pushed back, feeling for his hardness. Arching her back as she sought him with her entryway. Every sense tingling with delectation, so close to what she sought. Angling to see the right connection.

Then she felt him, spreading her, luscious. Her copious wet paving the way.

She resisted the sudden urge to impale herself harshly, wanting to savour every millimetre.

The rising tide of her impending coming strained to deplumate down her resistance.

He moved back then thrust slowly in. Again, a trivial deeper. Again. Further still until he was hard against her.

He pulled nearly all the way out then thrust in fully tearing through her resistance.

The wave of her feelings washed over her, unstoppable this time. Crashing over her in a delicious wave of multiple delights.

Her soft embrace grabbing, milking, coaxing his manhood to muster out his maleness mysterious inside her.

He stopped, intemperately against her, exploding, spurting. Becky feeling every movement inside her, every spurt tingling her super sensitive cocktail dress extending her orgasm.

Their moans lost in the mutter of the crowd. Their groans lost in the squealing of the trains roulette wheel against the curves.

Their here and now together floating, every motility a Delicious torment. Their muscles still clenching, their sexual climax still going never seeming to end. His soldiers streaming out to find their target. The world around them forgotten. Only their joining protruding through their consciousness.

Then the recession, their passions waning. Noises and social movement starting to reassert themselves into their minds.

The sneak glances to see if anyone noticed, the train slowing.

His softening followed by his removal, their combined slickness spilling out. Their hurried straightening, checking everything is covered.

The bunch streaming for the exit breaking the spell and life moving on.

The remains of their tryst running down her thighs, not looking back, Becky hurried to the lav a satisfy smile spread across her face.

In the carrel she composed herself and cleaned her face, touching up her composition. loving the feeling of their liquids running down her thighs and squeezing to earmark Thomas More to follow, watching it flow.

She felt good. Felt like shouting to the world"I did it !"

She thought of her husband, no guilt, no one would live. Anonymous.

Satisfied, so completely satisfied. She smiled, no regrets.

She bent to clean up the white trails … oh shit.

She remembered the pills in her drawer at menage from a couple of years ago … idle .