Todd gave me a tour of the old train station, the renovation of which Todd’s company was overseeing. The work was almost done. The mayor would cut the ribbon next week. “Will some pretty girl bash a bottle of champagne at the ceremony?” I asked Todd.

“Probably not,” he said. “But it’s a good idea. I’ll nominate you for the pretty girl.”

I looked out the window at the tracks. A freight was roaring by. When I turned around Todd was naked, his big cock lifting.

“Now you,” he said. “First the panties.”

I pulled them down and flung them at Todd.

“Cheeky,” he said. “Brace yourself against the window. Watch the train.”

I braced myself. The train clattered along, freight car after freight car.

“Now the dress,” Todd said.

I lifted it over my head. I let it fall out the window.

“You’re so naughty,” Todd said. His hand found my bottom. A caress. Another. Then a slap. Then another. Then more caresses.

“So nicely naughty.” His fingers edged into my sex.

“So nicely wet,” he said, his fingers slowly stirring.

“Please,” I begged.

His fingers stirred faster. Firmer. I came. He kept stirring. I kept coming.

I needed more. I turned and jumped into his arms. His cock socketed itself in my cunt.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.

The freight outside said the same thing. “Oh-fuck oh-fuck oh-fuck oh fuck,” it chanted, clattering along, faster and faster. Then it faded. I didn’t fade. I came so hard.

Todd was still hard. So was the floor. But I didn’t mind. I took his cock in my mouth. Tasted my cum on his cock.

While I sucked him I heard a new train’s approach. “Suck-it suck-it suck-it suck-it,” it said. I had just the head of Todd’s cock in my mouth. My tongue flicked that sensitive spot. It wouldn’t be long. Then it was there. The train. Todd’s cum filling my mouth. The train was pulling out. Could it have been a passenger train, with people at the windows, looking out, looking in at us? I hoped so. I swallowed what I could of Todd’s cum. Better than champagne.