Now, you can
call me anything you like but one thing I am not is
prude... As long as the 'deed' is done in good taste,
I have no objection to it and if truth be told, I
have been known to do things that others might consider
outrageous, and that includes sex in public.
But the stare of that woman was both disturbing and
overwhelming.. It felt as if she was looking right
into my soul, two beautiful eyes locked into mine,
her power over me so complete that I had to force
myself to turn my head away and pretend that she was
not disturbing me...
"... You look like you are hot!"
I didn't have to look to know who had just spoken
to me, it was her and as I turned round to acknowledge
her in some way, I felt her finger brush my lips,
instructing me not to say a word.
"... You are a naughty little girl aren't you!"
It was not a question, more an accusation and even
though her beautiful face seemed to remain all serious,
I could see, the beginning of a smile in the corner
of her mouth. An ironic smile, and it felt as if she
knew all of me, my faults, my weaknesses, everything.
She kept on staring at me, with a tiny smile hung
up from the corner of her beautiful lips and every
so often, the movements of the train would push her
against me, and i could feel this wonderfully vibrant
body litterally taking possession of me, until the
train eventually settled back into its straitforward
motion, thsu-tshuing ahead.
As she was looking me, she opened her mouth ever
so slightly, and with a long, deliberate movement,
proceeded to lick her lips in such a sexual fashion
that I felt as if she was french kissing and the taste
of her felt wonderful.
She then lifted her head up looking down on me, as
if she was inviting me to kiss her neck, her beautiful
long and gorgeous neck...
To say that I was not turned on would be the understatement
of the year... I was melting... My whole being was
screaming to this creature to make love to me and
all she had done was to look at me!
".. When was the last time you were fucked little
girl!"
The nerve of this woman! I was about to answer when
she moved closer to me, so close that I could feel
her breath on me, but no close enough to feel her
body against mine.
"... You are really something. I shouldn't even
waste my time with you!"
I couldn't believe this woman... I felt assaulted,
raped, violated and she hadn't even touched me. I
was in such a state that I knew my panties would be
soaked by now.
"... You get wet really quickly don't you. I
bet you want to touch yourself!"
I did... With all my heart, all my soul and all my
body. But more than that, I wanted her to touch me,
to make love to me right there and there, in the train,
in front of everybody. She could read my mind:
"... If you think I am going to make love to
such a silly girl, let me tell you are wrong. What
are you?"
I am silly girl
"... And!" Her tone menacing and cold and
oh so delicious.
I am wrong
"... That's better.. Maybe there is some hope
for you!"
As she spoke the very last word, whispered it really,
she moved herself forward and I could feel her nipples
against mine.
It was like an electric shock.. I kept on licking
my lips, poking my tongue hoping that somehow she
would kiss me.
"... You want me to kiss you don't you little
girl!"
Instead of answering I tried to push my mouth forward
catch her kiss but she was too quick and took a tiny
step back. Sufficiently to break the contact between
our breasts
"... What the fuck do you think you are doing!
One more trick like that and I am gone. Do you understand
me!"
I do... Don't go. I understand you. I am sorry.
I didn't want her to leave. Please stay I begged..
And in a whisper: Please come back.
She did. She planted her breast right back against
mine and all I could feel was the tip of her nipples
rubbing against mine.
She moved toward my mouth and I thought here she
comes, she is going to kiss me, but all she did was
to brush her lips against mine and then lean forward
and the next thing I heard was her voice inside my
ear...
"... You have stiff little nipples, little girls.
I think I should squeeze them hard. What do you think?"
I wanted her so badly, I said yes, please, please..
"... And you love the feeling of train, don't
dirty girl!?
I did. Each vibration made my nipples rub against
hers and it felt as she was herself caressing them.
"... You are going to come aren't you dirty
little girl!"
I was... I could feel the usual wave oozing outwards
in a rolling circle, like the ripples in a pond...
"... Come then little bitch... Come!"
I had to strain myself not to scream! My orgasm was
so strong, so powerful that I had to hold on to her
so as not fall. Never before had I felt something
so powerful and I hadn't even touched my self...
As the waves started to recede, and I felt myself
coming back, I noticed that she was holding me tight,
pushing her body against mine, looking at me with
such tenderness and love that I felt like crying..
"... My stop is the next one!" She said
looking at me.
I wanted to go with her so much. To spend the night,
the week, the month. To follow her like a puppy..
"... No. You have to stay my sweet.!"
And as she said that, her lips finally locked onto
mine and she kissed me fully, until I felt her move
away, gradually until she was gone and all I was left
with was her smell, the perfume she wore...
and the smell of my orgasm.
I have never seen her again.... Sweet beautiful mysterious
woman, I doubt you come to these pages but if you
do, write me a note...
You'll have to write what it is that you told me
just as you left so that I know it's you. I would
also love to hear from other women who have been seduced
by women and for whom the memory of that seduction
is staying embedded in their heart!
Chrissy
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