Train Ride Built for Two

Entry for Saints and Sinners

"Hurry up.  We're gonna miss our flight!"

That was all I heard as I was trying to pack all of the last minute essentials that I needed for the trip with my best friend of ten years.  First time out of the country, first ever flight, and it's a duty journey.  Sigh.
Why did I ever agree to this in the first place?  Then I remembered everything that my best friend had ever done for me in the ten years that we have known each other and realized that if all he wanted was a little bit of company for his last hurrah who was I to complain?  He was the one getting married,not me. And to someone  I had never met before. I knew that I lived far away but I would have thought that he would want his best friend's opinion on the woman he was planning to spend  the rest of his life with. With these thoughts racing through my head I decided that  I might as well suck it up and try to enjoy the weekend of male bonding that London had to offer.  Not to mention all of those British cuties.  Like every hot blooded American male, I had seen all of the specials about the local night life and got very excited over what London could have to offer. 
With a smile on my face I followed him out the door, jumped in the taxi and was on my way to my first ever airport and first ever flight.  How bad could it be,right?

We got to the airport with plenty of time to spare.  I thought going through security would be a breeze.  My friend promised that it would be.  He was wrong.  Apparently they did random  searches to be on the look out for weaponry and drugs.  Luckily neither of us had anything even a little bit suspicious on our person or in our luggage because they ransacked all of our bags and we had to spend a good deal of time re-packing everything in just the right order so that our suitcases would close. My checked baggage barely closed the first time and didn't want to close again.

Finally we managed to get to our gate just as the final boarding call was being sounded for our flight.  After  much hustle and bustle we  found our seats, right slap in the middle of the plane, middle of the aisle, side by side.  There was a beautiful young girl sitting right beside me, looked to be all of maybe twenty-two years old.  She had beautiful natural blond hair, green eyes and tits to die for.  She kept looking over at me and giggling .  Next to my friend was a sixty-ish year old, gray haired woman who kept coughing so much it sounded as if one of her lungs was going to come out of her chest.  I got the better deal.

"Please fasten your seat belts and make sure your seat and tray table are in a full and upright position.  This is your Captain speaking.  We are getting ready for take off so if you would kindly focus upon the stewardesses who will take you through the in-flight emergency procedures, showing you where the emergency doors are and how to use the emergency oxygen masks in case of decompression."

I tried to pay attention to the captain's words but the blond next to me had different ideas.  She had already started rubbing on my leg and inner thigh.  Take off was uneventful except for the popping in my ears from the change in altitude. As soon as we were up in the air the blond next to me continued her exploration, rubbing my crotch underneath the blanket that she had strategically placed over my lap and her hands.  She looked me dead in the eye and told me to keep quiet and not move, whatever she may do.  This was her show and I was but a bit character in her fantasy.  I happily obliged while she unbuttoned the top of my jeans and stuck her hand down into my boxer shorts, running her hand the length and width of my by now severely swollen cock.  She ran her hand faster and with more confidence, making it almost impossible for me to heed her wishes and not move.
She continued this play the entire flight, finally allowing me release as we dropped from the skies and landed in Gatwick airport. Ah London.  Sure to be an adventure.

"Are you sure we are going the right way?" I asked, a very sour look on my face.  We had been circling this one area of London for what seemed like hours on end.  My feet hurt and I was starting to get into a very foul mood. 
"Not sure, not 100%, but it seems right."
"That's it!'", I screamed, "Next train station we see we are going in and asking for directions. We are supposed to be going to Buckingham Palace and see the changing of the guards.  I've always wanted to see that and  I am tired of walking around in circles like some lost tourist."
"What's the fun in that?  We are here for an adventure right?  What could be more of an adventure than getting lost and finding our way on our own?"
I could not believe his smart ass reply.
"You.  Follow me.  Or I am leaving..simple as that.  End of discussion.  This is not up for debate."

We headed into the train station, asked directions from the lackey in the piss poor excuse for a conductor's uniform and boarded the train for Covent Garden.  After shuffling through the crowd I found a seat and left my best friend to fend for himself.  I sat back, stuck my ipod in my ears, closed my eyes and tried my best to use music as my escape so I did not kill the poor bastard for getting me lost and for the blisters that had already started forming on my feet.

I must have fallen asleep.  I didn't have any idea what was going on but I realized that the train had gotten strangely quiet.  I could still hear the conductor rattling off the stops but did not hear any other sign of life.  I slowly opened my eyes, pulled out my headphones and realized that my friend was no where to be found. He must have gotten off of the train and decided to leave me to fend for myself.  The complete jackass.  He was certainly going to hear about this when I finally caught back up with him.  In his place was the most glorious angel that I ever had seen.  She was 5'10, slender yet curvy in all the right places, had long flowing brunette hair and eyes of the most piercing shade of blue imaginable.

She was looking at me, tongue licking a pair of wonderfully kissable, full lips, hands running over tops of ample breasts very slowly.  She walked toward me and I immediately  stood at attention, cock throbbing in the confinement of my favorite pair of faded denim jeans. One of the first things that I noticed was her scent. The smell of her perfume had me in agony.  She wore jasmine and smelled of fresh honey soap underneath, clean and crisp and totally erotic. The scent of jasmine always reminded me of my first love, the one that got away and always had my cock  rock hard and ready for action.  She reached out and pulled me close to her with some force and then kissed me deeply, taking my hand roughly and placing it chest level  so that it would have access to those lovely breasts that were barely covered by the wispy thing that she called a top.

Next she blindfolded me so that I could not see anything, could only feel her skin as she took off her top, leaving nothing between my hands and her skin, standing before me in all of her  glory.  Finally she reached down to pull me to my feet so that she could release my now completely swollen cock from its confinement.  She pushed me back down and sunk to her knees, taking my cock into her delectable mouth, using teeth and tongue with easy expertise. Her tongue was soft as the velvet blindfold that she had used to handicap me, stop me from seeing the outside world. She slowly circled the tip with her tongue and very carefully took the full length of me down into her throat, using hands to stroke my balls while building me up to a glorious climax. I grabbed a hold of her by the back of her head and shoved myself deep down into her throat, feeling her throat muscles contract and release as she sucked me and nibbled the head of my cock and made her way to my inner thighs,biting her way down the entire length of my shaft,very gently, until she reached the junction between my cock and thighs running her hands up and down my shaft as she bit me hard enough to leave teeth imprints and send shivers up and down my entire body.

Since I was still unable to see, all of my other senses were heightened, magnified to an extent that I could never  have dreamed of. Her hands roamed all over my body, her touch feather soft, her breath a whisper on my legs, thighs and phallus until finally I had had enough, tore off the blindfold and threw her down onto the floor of the train, spread her legs and  used my my teeth and tongue to pierce her very core, tasting the wonderful nectar of her body.  To my delight and awe she was completely shaved and dripping wet. I had never tasted anything so exquisite in my life as the juices that flowed from her body. I inserted my fingers, one by one until she was entirely full. She softly moaned and her breathing became heavier, filling the emptiness around us. The electricity flowing  in the air around us set my nerve endings ablaze, causing shivers to run up my body and my hair to stand on end as she  drew ever closer to her climax. She threw her head back and her moans turned into screams as I managed to build her up to a fever pitch that had us both out of breath, panting and begging for more.

Before I knew it she had lifted up her skirt and mounted me, throwing her head back and moaning as she slowly took me inch by glorious inch into her tight and wet hole, using her muscle control to clench and release, building me up to a fever pitch.  She slowly but steadily increased the speed and rhythm which she rode me, grabbing the back of the train seat for leverage to push all of me into her completely, to fill her so that there is no room left, building up to an almost frenzied pace.  I felt her muscles clench around me tighter and faster and drove into her with more speed  and intensity, hoping to make her climax yet again so that I could finally have my own release.

She climaxed for a second time, throwing her head back and clenching around my rigid shaft tighter than anything that I have ever felt. Her moans were the sexiest sound that I had ever heard and she used perfectly manicured fingernails to dig furrows into my back. I felt trace amounts of blood trickling down my spine and into the small of my back. After she reached orgasm I gave into my own, shooting my seed up into her tight, wet center.  She dismounted, straightened out her skirt, put her top back on, bent over to kiss me one final time and jumped off of the train at the next stop, leaving me flabbergasted and spell bound.  What had just occurred?  Who was that goddess of a woman?  I thought I shall never know.

After she jumped off of the train I rode around on it for hours on end until I located my best friend but was too dumbstruck to tell him about what had happened. He had gotten off four stops ahead of me and was backtracking when he happened to jump back on the train that I was on.  We decided to go back to the hotel because we had to pick up our luggage and get the next plane home.  The wedding was the next day and I needed my sleep to be able to pull off my duties as best man. 

The day of the wedding dawned bright.  Every cliche that you had ever heard about wedding days was true.  Birds were chirping their annoying little song, wind a steady but gentle force, the most annoying music you had ever heard being played over and over again like a broken record.  And I had gotten no sleep because I could not get my train ride angel off of my mind. 

I could not help but wonder what type of person my best friend was marrying.  What did she look like?  What did she do for a living?  Of course a best friend would worry about this and wonder about who the person that is like a brother to him is joining his life to. Can you imagine my horror, shock, and shame when I saw my train ride angel standing next to my best friend, veil raised above her beautiful brunette hair, slight smile on her face, ready to take her vows.

Before I had the chance to decide on my next step the vows had already been spoken.  I had let my best friend make what could possibly be the worst mistake of his life.  Some friend I am. She had a new last name, he had a cheating new wife.  I think that she got the better part of the bargain, wouldn't you agree?

I had heard about the "morning after blues" but until that day had been lucky enough never to experience them first hand.  I prayed never to again.  With a heavy heart I walked down to congratulate the seemingly happy couple, hoping and praying that he would never find out the truth, that he would never know that her outward beauty did not match her true character, who she truly is inside.

After I had made my way up to offer my congratulations the bride came to me for the obligatory dance with the best man.  She pressed herself up against me during a slow song and whispered in my ear, "He can never keep me satisfied, that's why I made sure to be on that train the other night.  I had seen you from a distance even though we had never met and wanted to fuck you from day one and saw that as my only opportunity. How about we continue our little rendezvous later?  Maybe with you coming to my hotel room  while he is out drinking with the rest of his no good excuses for buddies? You are the only one that I see that is even worth a damn.  I am looking forward to having more time with you to find out what you are really made of...there is only so much that you can do on a train." With that the song ended, she leaned over to kiss me, pulling me in close and then left with my best friend, a wicked and seductive smile on those perfect lips of hers.

I looked after her, cock throbbing, wicked thoughts running through my head...but could not take her up on her offer...yet...

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