From Spring to Summer

From Spring to Summer
    Summer smiled as she passed her favorite tree, and as her dark hair expanded with the wind she almost skipped in her happiness. As she emerged from the wooded path, and walked up to the busting activity at the train station, she noted a group of highly animated young men. As she walked by, they stopped and focused attention on her. She supposed she was what is called a guy magnet. She reflected on her style of dress…nothing indicated signs of prostitution. The young men were animatedly in pursuit of her. “Come with me Bella,” one of the young men said as he held out his hand. She noted his bright eyes, long hair, and beautiful, toothy smile. She did not understand his language but stood in one spot and contemplated his offer of companionship…He waited with his toothy smile, Too many of them.  She smiled and walked away in ignorance of his speech. She continued to walk, looked up at the sky, and felt the warmth on her face as she opened her arms to capture the sun. As she approached a curly haired Adonis, she watched the maleness of him and his slow mesmerizing swagger… the beauty of him was staggering. In fact, she almost tripped over her feet, as she became awkwardly aware of his sexuality. His dark blue eyes seemed to glow and as his tanned skin and curly blonde hair was captured in the sunlight, the bells of lust rang in her head. As her nipples began to strain against her blouse, she became extremely aware of her sexuality. She could not breathe as the maleness of him assaulted her senses, and she wondered if he sat in a corner somewhere and practiced witch craft: “O-h-h-h-h-h under-lord of lust, bring them to meeeeee.” His beautiful eyes locked with hers as she walked by him. He appreciated her beauty, and when he flashed an enchanting smile, she almost gawked at the onslaught; Oh, my panties! Oh, my panties! Please don’t jump off. She looked down to be sure that her underwear was still on, as she continued to navigate past his testosterone thinking, How does anybody walk around with those looks? Lately, her sexuality was such a curse in her virgin body that the feelings of discomfort remained consistently present.  I must maintain my will. She hurried to board the train, leaving the wizard in her wake.

      As she boarded the train, the ticket taker smiled as she walked by. “These are some happy men.” The train took off as she looked for a seat. Many of the seats were occupied or reserved. Summer was tired, as consistent insomnia caught up with her. She chose a compartment, and noted it was occupied by a tall, dark haired, under-lord. He looked up from his paper and looked at her disapprovingly. As she sat on the seat across from him and moved to lie down, he became highly animated, but did not voice his disdain as he stared at her feet.  Summer jumped up. Does he have a foot fetish? Then she snapped out of her sexual thoughts while rationalizing that it must be her feet on the seat that he was so disapproving of. He watched her with disdain. Did he want to harm her in some way? She thought he was so upset that he was about to leave the car, or maybe wanted her to leave as he watched her face. When the ticket checker arrived, she asked if she should leave the compartment. He smiled as he watched her face, shook his head no, and asked for her passport. He took the under lords identification and smiled at her while standing in the door way. She handed him her identification, and explained her id card. As she spoke, the smile would not leave his face. He stared at her too long, and then looked at the under lord. Their silent exchange made her angry. They think I am a prostitute. She reflected on her jeans and white, turtle neck blouse, and did not make the connection. I am hotter than hell, so maybe they are picking up on that. She took her identification and set down. The disdainful lord’s eyes were on her face. What is wrong with my face? I mean, my eyes are big, and I have dimples but that should not upset people.” She leaned against the window pane, and wanted to cry because she was tired of her constant state of arousal.

    With each bump of the track, her dosing was interrupted. Summer watched the courier of sex, as he paid more attention to his newspaper. She did not want to look, but his testosterone beckoned. His suit nicely fit his attractive physique. As she imagined his strong hands on her body, she paid attention to his mannerisms and thought, maybe he secretly wants me. If he makes a move, I think I shall give in…wait, he will think I am a prostitute. He was well over 6 feet, looked about forty and had perfectly tanned skin. His face was angular and softly male.  His eyes were deep set and dark. His midnight black, wavy, and full head of hair stopped above his collar and cut closer to his ear lobes. She visualized her hands in his hair. He looked up and she closed her eyes again. He did not look this fine a few minutes ago. Bump, her eyes were opened again. His lips are full and unsmiling, she thought, and as he looked up at her with dark, disapproving eyes and shifted in his seat, she took in his beauty. As she continuously dosed off, and was reminded of her head banging against the window pane…banging, banging, banging… She grew tired of the banging in the wrong place.

    Summer moved to sit next to the lord of her desire, and took his newspaper from his hand. She felt the sexual energy curse through her body as her nipples strained and her panties dripped. She drowned in his testosterone. Yes, count of desire, you will approve of me. The heat rushed between her thighs as she sat on his leg.  As he touched her face and kissed her neck, she squeezed her thighs against him. He pulled her to straddle him. She felt stretched across his thighs as her knees touched the seat. As she felt his weapon of pleasure swell in his pant, desire overcame her logical virginal reasoning. The maleness of him assaulted her senses as she gasped in ecstasy. The lord of desire caressed her breast through her blouse. His hands were skillful and masterful as the hands of under-lords would be. His breath and fingers felt like a hot oven and she sizzled like melting butter on baking biscuits as he captured her lips with his mouth. “Pon farr” is over.  “Your meld to my meld.” Yes, count of pleasure, destroy my body. His tongue caressed hers. She threw her head back as his mouth took her nipple. The thrills went through her body as he fed on her breasts. She tried to release the harbinger of satisfaction from his pant. He stood up and held on to her and the wall behind the seat, as she unbuckled and unzipped his pant, as the train bumped over the tracks. She wanted him inside of her body, and he was.

      He fell back on the seat while taking her with him. He gasped as he pushed his way into her, halting, as his hand was on his rod of passion. He continued working her down, opening her inch by inch, filling, and stretching her. He looked at her face as his forehead wrinkled in a frown. Summer thought. Yes, you are going to fuck me, and soon his eyes filled with passionate lust.  His disapproving look was gone and as his neck arched backward and he rested his head on the seat, Summer watched his face as his long, dark eye lashes caressed his cheeks. His lips were parted, swollen, and as flushed as his face. Yes, I am going to fuck you, Mr. Hot Pants. She felt discomfort, but he kept his hands firmly on her thighs, as he waited for her to move. He spoke his lust in another language, as he looked into her eyes and said the words again;”Ti senti cosi buone e umido e stretto.” Summer thought, Yes, control me master of seduction. Control this fuck. His hands were on the back of her thighs as he helped her move on his body. She felt his pulsating penis attached to her inner walls. She felt its liquid fire caressing and thrusting into her as her body clutched. She held on to his fore arms as she leaned back in her ecstasy. His hands moved between them and he pulled her close as he held on to her and licked her breast driving her into oblivion, as a lord of satisfaction would. She felt the intense itchy pleasure as he continued his manipulation of her mind and body. Soon they merged with the rhythm of the train on the track.