Message-ID: <28816asstr$981619804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: goldendom@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <95rvqk$n4d$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Wed Feb 07 17:15:11 2001 GMT Subject: {ASSM} "Norwich - London" {MF} X-Original-Subject: {ASSM}Story - "Norwich - London" {MF} Date: Thu, 8 Feb 2001 03:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates Please note the following story is for adults only. All characters are fictional, resembling no one in real life. ---------------- Norwich - London Damon tried his hardest not to smile as the attractive brunette lifted her bag onto the luggage rack and sat next to him on the train. She must have been in her late twenties, shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, and small pert breasts pushing though her blouse. He looked her up and down, noting her shapely legs, wondering if she was wearing stockings or tights underneath her short skirt. The woman sat down next to him, a novel in her hands, and began to read. "Hi, I'm Damon" he said. "Hi - Jane" she replied, accepting Damon's offer of a handshake. "You going to London?" he asked. "Yes, unfortunately, can't stand the place, but duty calls" she said. Damon watched her lips as she talked. She had beautiful white teeth, he thought to himself, her lips looked like they had been stung by a bee, so swollen. He'd love to kiss them, he thought. "Well, I work there sometimes, so its two or three times a week for me" he said. Damon started to feel slightly uneasy, because when he talked, Jane stared at his lips, then back to his eyes, and it was really unnerving him. Jane went back to her book, then Damon took the opportunity to look at the cover. 'Confessions of a mistress' it was called, with a picture of a semi naked woman on the front, a shadow cast across her body, hiding her large breasts. He tried to sneak a peek at the text, but the way she was holding the book, it was impossible. He turned and looked out of the window for a while, before Jane got up out of her seat. She laid her book upside down on the chair, open at her page, then made her way up the carriage. Damon followed her with his eyes, until he saw her go into the toilet. He then picked her book up, and began to read the page she was reading: Slowly, he began to slip his finger into his mouth. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked right into my eyes as he did it, two fingers fully in his mouth now. He then leaned forward, and as he did, I raised my ass slightly for him, and he inserted his wet index finger into my tight anus. Fuck, it felt so good, it really did. I was feeling pleasure I had never experienced before. He slipped two fingers into my cunt, then began probing me quickly. I knew I was going to climax any second, it was just too much for me. I looked at him as he did it, watching him lick his lips, and as well as his fingers in both my holes, his thumb started to massage my clitoris................. "Do you mind" a voice said. Damon looked up quickly, and Jane had returned to her seat. He was really startled by her, and felt embarrassed about reading the book while she was away. "em.......i'm sorry, I was just interested in what your reading, I'm a writer you see" he stuttered. "Really?" she asked. "Yes, that's why I'm going to London, I have to meet my publishers every week. I do short stories for various magazines, and rather than send them, I come down every week and show them around" "Wow, what kind of short stories?" she asked, looking at his lips for the answer. "Just stories, fiction" he replied hesitantly. "Well, what kind of fiction then?" she asked again. "Erotic fiction" he said. She looked deep into his eyes as he said this, and he waited for her answer. Then her face broke into a smile. "Blimey, really?" she exclaimed "How many have you written, what sort do you write?" "Well, I've been doing if for two or three years, just a whole different range of erotic subjects." "Do you have anything with you now I could look at?" she said. Damon started to feel more at ease now, more confident. Although nervous around women, when talking about his writing, he found it easy to relax. "Well, I cant let you read anything I have with me now, because of copyright, and none of it has been published yet, but if you buy this months issue of Men Only, I did most of the stories in there." Jane folded her book back up, and reached down, placing it in her bag. "So, where do you get your ideas for your stories then?" she asked, looking at his mouth again. Jesus, he loved this, he thought, if you could have a degree in flirting, this woman had a masters in it. "A lot of it comes from my experience, a lot of it my imagination, anecdotes from people I know, everywhere really." Jane smiled at him again, flashing her brilliant white teeth. Her hand had rested on her thigh now, he momentarily looked down at it, and could see the bottom of her black stocking top, just where it met her short skirt. "Want to tell me a story then?" she asked. Damon was taken aback by this, something he had never been asked to do before. It was one thing typing it into his word processor, but another sitting on a train and telling someone, especially someone as attractive as Jane. "You sure?" he asked, looking behind him. The train was pretty empty, in fact, come to think of it, he wondered why she had sat next to him at all, as there was empty seats all around the carriage. Maybe she just wants company, he thought. "Yes" she said, her voice moaning out as she said it. "OK then" he replied, smiling himself now, " any kind of story?. I mean, I cater for a wide range of magazines, I don't want to offend you in any way". "You wont offend me" she said softly, "In fact, I would love to be offended". Damon held her gaze for a moment, his throat going dry at the thought of it. "OK, I'll tell you a story then, let me just go to the toilet, then I'll be right back". Jane stood up so that Damon could get out of his chair, but she didn't move into the aisle, he had to brush past her, and as he did, he could smell her scent on her neck. He was pressed really tight against her, her breasts almost sliding along his shirt. He looked into her eyes briefly as he brushed past, and he was only centimetres away from her lips. He locked himself in the toilet, and had to stand there and catch his breath. He couldn't believe it. This woman was hot, really hot, and she wanted him to tell her an erotic story in the fucking train! He went over in his mind what to say, what to introduce. Was she kinky? Was she a romantic, sensual sort of person? he just didn't know. Usually, he wrote his stories, and the readers found them, rather than writing a story for a certain reader. He composed himself for a few seconds, checked his hair in the mirror, then went back to his seat. When he arrived back at his seat, Jane was sitting near the window now. But what really startled him, was that she had her skirt hitched further up her legs, until he could see almost the whole of her black lacy stocking top. She had also unbuttoned her suit top, showing the top of a black bra. He looked around nervously, making sure no one was listening in, then sat down next to her. The arm rest was pushed up into the chair, so he could move closer to her. He turned around slightly so that he could whisper the story, rather than talk aloud. He didn't want the old woman three seats back to start lecturing him about being dirty, he thought. "Tell me" she whispered, looking at him. She uncrossed her legs, then moved them closer to Damon, her hands in her lap. Damon could feel her stockinged legs touch his trousers, and he was already hard. "OK, here goes. " he paused for a moment. " She arrived at the house a little after ten. She knew that she was supposed to have been home earlier, bud didn't think her employer would mind. She was walking up the stairs, when she saw him. 'Your late' he said. 'Sorry' she replied, 'I missed the bloody bus, so had to wait for a taxi'. She moved past him into the bathroom, and begun to brush her teeth. She had worked for Tom for three months as a nanny to his two children. His wife worked away a lot, Tom had a good job, so they had to employ someone really. The thing was, Sarah fancied Tom. She really did. She was just too scared to do anything about it, didn't want to lose her job by throwing herself at him". Damon paused for a moment. "Want me to go on?" he asked. Jane smiled. "Yes" she replied hoarsely. "She brushed her teeth, taking the hair clip out of her hair, and noticed Tom watching her in the mirror. She was slightly taken aback, but carried on brushing her teeth. When she had finished, she rinsed her mouth out, washed her face, then started to comb her hair. Tom was still standing in the hallway, only his face visible in the poor light, but he was still watching her, leaning against the stair. She begun to feel the butterflies in her stomach, knowing that his eyes were on her. She had a few glasses of wine tonight, and as well as feeling a bit daring, was also feeling rather horny. She continued to brush her hair, really slowly, then noticed that Tom had come closer. There eyes met in the mirror. Then she placed the comb on the window sill, and begun to unzip her dress. Her hands moved to the side of her dress, down near the hem, and she unzipped moving upwards. She exposed her bare legs, and her midriff. She pushed the dress over her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She was totally naked now, having not worn any underwear. Tom had a full view of her firm ass. She placed her hands behind her, and started to touch herself. She massaged her ass, then slid her hands slowly up her waist, then moved them round to the front, placing them over her milky white breasts" Jane was breathing deeply now, and her hand had moved across onto Damons lap, touching his hand. She took it nervously, and placed it between her legs. Damon could feel her damp underwear through her skirt, so pressed his thumb hard against it. She pressed herself up in the chair against him, until his thumb had found the right place. "Don't stop" she gasped. "..........Sarah continued to touch her breasts, her eyes closed now, and she begun to moan softly. Then the next thing she felt was Toms mouth on her neck. He begun to kiss her softly, biting into her neck, and she could feel his hot breath on her. His hands moved round on top of hers, and they both massaged her breasts. Then she slid her hand down and behind her, touching Toms groin. He was only wearing a shirt, no underwear, and she had his erect penis in her hand. She guided him into her from behind, and within seconds, she could feel his pulsing erect penis inside of her. She leaned forward, gripping the sink taps, pressing herself backwards onto him. Tom began to fuck her harder now, and it wasn't long before Sarah was climaxing. She began to gasp, then it turned into a scream, and at the exact same moment, Tom began to ejaculate inside her, biting her neck, playing roughly with her breasts while he came. Then Sarah opened her eyes, and he was gone. She could feel his cum running down her thigh, but felt very satisfied" Damon began to rub harder now. Jane had hitched her skirt up so far, that Damon could slip his hand up her skirt, and find her clitoris through her lace underwear. He moved his fingers underneath the material, and began to rub, slipping two fingers inside her soaking wet vagina. Jane closed her eyes, and began to moan softly, biting her lower lip, trying to stifle the noise she was making. "Make him go back in........make him go back in on his knees and lick her" she gasped "You want him to taste himself on her?" he said " Fuck, yes, make him lick her cunt" she replied. Damon started to probe deeper into her hot hole, his fingers easily slipping in and out through her moisture. "In the toilet...come on, lets go in the toilet" she told him. Damon stood up, and Jane pulled her skirt down, then they made there way to the trains toilet. Damon went in first, Jane looked round to make sure no one was watching, then followed her in. He turned Jane around so that she was facing the mirror, and she leaned forward, her hands unbuttoning her top even more, exposing her lacy black bra. He hitched her skirt up, and started to unbutton his trousers, taking his penis out. He lifted her right leg forward, and she rested her foot on the toilets bin, and she could feel him slip inside her. He started to fuck her really hard, looking into the mirror at her face changing. She came within seconds, screaming out loud. Damon gripped his cock tight from inside, stopping himself cumming, then pulled out. He turned her around, then through her against the toilet door, lifting her up so her legs were around him, and began to fuck her again. He was fucking really deeply, and his groin rubbed her clit with every stroke. Her stockinged legs were rubbing up and down his bare thighs, his trousers now down around his ankles. "Fuck me....fuck me now, you dirty cunt" she screamed at him. He did as he was told, fucking her for all he was worth. She slipped her hands inside her bra, pulling it downwards to expose her breasts, and he began to bite them, taking her hard nipples in his mouth. Then he began to explode. The orgasm seemed to last for ever, almost hurting them, and it set Jane off again, her cunt contracting around his penis. He withdrew, cleaned himself, then pulled his trousers back up. Jane sat on the toilet seat, wiping the semen off her stockings. She composed herself, then stood up, and they both left the compartment, just as the train drew to a halt outside Kings Cross. ----------------------------------- As this is my first story published on the web, I would welcome any comments. copyright goldendom 2001 This story may not be reproduced without my prior permission. 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