Last Train to Goodbyeville
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: A lost cellphone and some trackside sex could have dire repercussions.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction .
There wasn’t much time. The train was ready to leave. She could hear the hissing, like an impatient animal. The doors were about to close.
“Don’t go,” she said, holding him closer. She ran her fingers through his hair. His hand wandered to her ass. She shimmied against him. He pulled her close.
She could feel him, hard beneath his pants. So hard and full.
“You know I want to stay,” he said. “You know I can’t. If I had my phone, maybe I could—”
She hushed him with her lips while pressing hard against him, against the pressure of his cock. “I’m sure it will turn up,” she said.
“But we looked everywhere.”
“If only we were naked,” she whispered. “If only you were in me now, fucking me.”
He was squeezing her bottom. Squeezing it rhythmically in time to his pressing.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Fucking me. Harder now. Harder.”
She was exhaling, panting. Panting as if she were being fucked. It was starting. She could feel the delicious throb. He was coming.
“That’s it, baby,” she crooned. “That’s good. Give it to me. Give me all you got.”
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