Paris 1:7

We made our way through the carriages, passing fellow train travellers; waiters bringing tea and refreshments to private compartments; the guard collecting tickets - if anyone thought we were perhaps in a little to much of a hurry to get to my sleeping compartment, they turned a blind eye - this was, after all, the Orient Express, notorious for providing the upper classes with an opportunity for private, spontaneous pleasures such as this. It might have looked a little more innocent if Vanessa hadn't been holding my hand, giggling as I led her to my compartment - but I was beyond caring about such things after her delightful display in the restaurant carriage - I needed to fuck her, there and then. My orgasm had been sharp and urgent and strangely unsatisfying - I needed to be inside her, needed to feel her wrapped around me, gasping sensually as my cock pounded deep into her deliciously wet sex - I needed to feel her come on me, urgently, intensely.

We finally reached my compartment, and I opened the door, watching her step inside, her pale blouse drifting in the slight breeze from the open windows of the carriage, her long skirt sweeping teasingly around her legs. I was erect again, already, anticipating the pleasures to come, following her inside the luxurious, wood-panelled compartment, and closing the door firmly behind me, smiling at her.

She turned towards me immediately, pressing herself against me, her lips sliding across mine, tasting, caressing, her body molding itself against my own. As she kissed me, her hand slipped quickly down my body, over my silk shirt, passing over the crotch of my trousers, gasping a little in my mouth as her fingers found the shape of my erection, clutching it, stroking me through my trousers, her lips kissing me greedily. I groaned softly, sliding my hand up her back, my fingers drifting through her hair, turning her as we kissed, until she was positioned as I had been, pressed against the door of the compartment, my own body moving against hers, our lips clashing sensually, passionately, my hand tugging up her long skirt, slipping all the way up her stockinged thighs...

to be continued...