Sharing a Train Ride

Delia Wei was getting bored of watching the scenery pass by through the windows of the train. The European countryside sailed by, too quickly for her to make out details. She was also regretting wearing her tight jeans which she swore weren't so tight the last time she wore them. If she didn't have to share the room with another person, she would have changed, but somehow she wasn't alone.

To be fair, the rules of her lottery prize tour of the German countryside hadn't explicitly stated she would be getting a sleeper car to herself, but she kind of assumed. The fact she would have to share a car with a stranger had been enough for her to re-read the terms and conditions thoroughly and call a customer support line. Obviously, it didn't work.

Larry, the man on the other bunk, had already set up a pile of books and notebooks and seemed personally offended every time he turned a page. He was a college student; the other winner of the lottery. Unlike her, Larry hadn't made any fuss about sharing a car, and instead gamely hunkered down to open his books. Privately, she thought it was because he wanted to share a car with an attractive Asian woman his age, but she didn't want to inflate her ego too much.

After all, a high-end train ride where she had to share a whole car with only one other person was still a luxury she probably would never be able to afford on her own. Delia wasn't totally disillusioned with her prospects yet, but years of freelance journalism and no job offers from any reputable newspaper were taking a toll on her. It wasn't as though her inability to land a stable job wasn't a knock on her work ethic, far from it. She knew she worked longer hours than beat journalists, and wrote on a broader array of topics than most professionals. Workaholism had passed down from parent to child so Delia was feeling bored just staring at the passing hills and grass. A vacation was for doing things, not just sitting around.

Checking her phone one more time, she sighed. Still no signal. Damn her stupid British telecom company whose signal was spotty at best at the train station in Berlin, and now non-existent past the first ten minutes of the train leaving the city.

Larry had the right of it, bringing along all those books to read. Then again, watching him grimace every few pages brought back bad memories from uni all over again. Examining at his side profile for a few seconds, she realized he was actually quite cute. Baby fat had yet to melt off his cheeks and his brows furrowed adorably as though the book had the secrets of the universe he was trying to decipher. Shoulder length brown locks hung loosely and framed his face. A well trimmed beard and mustache signalled a man who knew how to care for his appearance as well.

"Hullo, what are you reading?" She could see the point where his eyes stopped tracking the words on the page, but he didn't move for a moment. Then, he marked the page on the book before closing it.

"Elemental Theories of Physics, Sixth Edition," he read from the cover of the book. She was surprised by the twang of his accent, not at all like the aristocratic tones of the other guests on the train.

"Sounds... interesting," she said neutrally. For a moment, her brain tried to go into interview mode before she tamped it down.

"It's a fucking awful book. Horrifically long-winded except when there's something important I need to know and then it's like, as you already know..." He spun his finger in a circle to illustrate his point. "I don't know! I hate this terrible mandatory course." Finally looking up to see her slightly bemused expression, he said, "sorry about that, just got a bit heated."

Delia let out a little giggle. "It's okay, I graduated only two years ago."

He seemed shocked by that statement. "I see," he said.

"Tell me, do I look older or younger than that?"

He furrowed his brow in the same look of deep concentration, running his eyes up and down her body. Her white and flowery tank top alongside blue skinny jeans were pieces pulled right out of her college days, perhaps still projecting that same youth. She was blessed with clear skin and she took care of her hair so it remained lustrous despite the bleach job. However, it was also possible her crow's feet, weight gain, and age lines made it clear she was merely affecting the dress of her better days.

"Hard to say because I already know your age," he said.

"What?"

"Yeah, I couldn't help but overhear it when you said it three times to the customer support line. December 14th, and you'd be 27."

Delia blanched. Well, that made a lot of sense. "Okay, I see we're on uneven footing. Mind telling me your birthday and age?"

"Yeah, I'm 29, born May 5th."

"No way," she breathed out. His olive skin still held baby fat and his hair was still thick and lustrous. There was just no way this guy was older than her. "Why are you still in college?"

"Took a few years off to get my head back on straight," he said.

Delia knew a conversation stopper when she saw one, so she decided to change tracks. "So, what are you excited to see?"

He set the textbook down, clearly willing to take the distraction. "Haven't been to Cologne in a while, going to be the last stop, though."

"Aren't you interested in the brewery on the way?" She asked. He looked like the type, bearded with long hair after all. Now that she had the time to properly appraise him, she realized he didn't just look young, he was very handsome. She was glad to have dressed up for the ride, even if the crotch of her jeans rubbed tight against her core.

"Not at all. German food, German beer, terrible stuff," he said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, not really looking forward to the wursts and beer we'll be served on this trip," she replied, exaggerating the German accent at the end of her sentence.

Larry leaned forward, reminding her just how perfect his skin was. "Well, British food isn't much better," he said accusatively.

"You leave minced meat pies alone, will you?" She realized she let her British accent slip through a bit more. It was something she had been trained out of in journalism school, but she still had some national pride.

He laughed at her shift in accent, and she laughed back. Maybe she wouldn't be so bored on this ride.

"We are on a German train in Germany, of course the minced meat pies aren't going to be as good as the regional specialty," she argued.

"Okay, you win this round," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. They had ended up taking their meal together, attempting to settle their debate on German cuisine compared to British cuisine. It was a very pleasant meal, even if it seemed like Larry missed every hint she dropped. Every second she spent looking at him, she got hornier. She never thought herself the type to get smitten over a pretty face, but she also never had the temptation of sharing a room with a fit stranger before. In addition, the crotch seam of her tight jeans was downright teasing her nub with every step she took from the dining car back to the sleeper cars.

"Do you want to take off those jeans?" Larry asked as he closed the door behind them. In a hurry upon realizing how that might have sounded, he added, "it's just that I noticed they seem to be bothering you."

"Well, I didn't want to ask earlier because I didn't want to flash you."

"I mean, I'd say we're friends now. I wouldn't mind being flashed a little," he said with a flirty wink.

"Oh, so that's how you want it," she said. Internally, she let out a sigh of relief that he was finally making a move. "I take it that I shouldn't waste any time finding another pair of pants in my suitcase, huh?"

It took all her willpower to not laugh at the sheer visible happiness on his face. Large eyes and bushy brows made even his lusty expressions look oddly -- earnest, for want of a better term. She walked towards her bed, putting her hands flat on it to shake her ass at him. One last time, the seam of her jeans hit her clit just right.

Facing away from him to hide the blush on her face, she wrestled with the ass-hugging jeans to pull them down. After shucking the pants off, she put her hands on the bed and arched her back to really show off her butt. With the quiet thrum of the train cutting through air, she could just barely hear him gasp at the sight of her ass. He reached down between her legs, running his hands up against the freshly exposed skin.

"You're pretty wet here," he said as his fingers reached up to her underwear. He let the statement hang in the air as he rubbed little circles against the steadily-soaking panties. The pressure of his fingers against her upper thighs and thumbs teasing her clothed pussy was maddening. It took every bit of effort to not squirm in his grasp, not press her ass out to feel just a bit more.

Her legs quivered and her hands struggled to remain flat against the bed. It was getting harder to keep her balance with the pleasures emanating from her core and the shakiness of the train. All too clearly, she remembered just how long it had been since she last had sex. It certainly didn't feel this good last time either, nor was her partner this unfairly hot.

A sudden rocking of the train had them both tumble onto the bed in a heap. His weight was solid, and oddly comforting despite the newness of it all. She could feel it now, the solid erection pressed into the cleft of her ass, reaching all the way to the small of her back. "Is that all for me?" She asked coquettishly.

She pressed her butt into the thing, trying to get a feel for it through their layers of clothing. Immediately, she could feel its raw heat press into her core. Nice and thick, just the way she liked them.

Larry leaned forward to kiss her, his beard and mustache getting close enough to tickle her cheek before she wriggled out from under him. Lying on her back in the center of the bed, she pulled her shirt over her head, watching for his reaction.

Her heart did a little titter as his eyes locked onto her bra-clad breasts. Suddenly, she was grateful she dolled up this morning and picked out a matching set. Making sure to keep eye contact, she unclasped the bra and teased him in taking off the bra. Her movements were languid as she arched her back and ever so slowly pulled the straps out from under her back. Larry was utterly captivated, his eyes growing huge as he struggled to take in all of her freshly-bared skin.

"Pull it off, will you?" Delia raised her arms. It felt really good to just feel his trembling fingers clip under the fabric and pull it over her head. Though there was only countryside outside their window, she still felt exposed as the evening sunlight streamed into the train car. Putting a finger to her mouth, she said, "we have to be quiet now."

Larry swallowed, his Adam's apple rising and falling dramatically. "I can be quiet," he whispered back. His voice was now a low rumble, and she could feel its tenor wash over her skin. He crawled towards her, climbing on top of her. He was cautious at first, until he felt her squirm happily underneath him. Tentative hands reached out to her wrists, only tightening their grip when he noticed her relax.

"So, what are you going to do now?" She spoke softly, but with a sense of urgency. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she felt him bear down on her. He was everywhere at once, his hands holding hers above her head, his mouth moving to layer kisses all over her face. The starchy texture of his t-shirt scratched at her exposed body, but the silken soft sheets on her back felt positively luxurious.

"I'm going to see how well you can be quiet," he said. His knee ground against her soaked knickers, stimulating her through several layers of fabric. Her thighs curled around his thigh, desperate for more friction. She bit down on her lip to stop the oncoming moan.

"I've barely touched you, and you're already this wet..."

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. His gaze was just too intense, and her raw desire was becoming too much to handle. Hot kisses all over her face left her feeling dizzy and desperate.

Then, he went lower. His outstretched tongue licked the pulse point on her neck, ripping out a pitched cry. Her whole body jolted as pleasure raced through her system. She was now hyper-aware of the cool air hitting the part of her neck wet by his tongue. Her body spasmed again, unbidden, when he licked the same part of her neck on the other side.

"My, you are one sensitive girl," he said mirthfully.

"Please, we're going to fucking see the guests in the other cars for the next five days. Do you know how embarrassing it'll be if they hear me SCREAM on the first night?" She whispered urgently. Her cheeks were flushed as she tried to assert herself.

"Then, when we're alone, I can make you scream as much as I want right?"

She swallowed, looked away slightly, and nodded. He had let go of her wrists so he could strip, and she followed suit. All she had to take off were her knickers at this point, but her hands were shaking as she slid them down her thighs. Because she found him so attractive, she herself felt more attractive in turn. The soft sounds of conversation were coming from both sides of the walls, reminding her of their delicate position. Her breasts heaved with every ragged breath.

Larry was beautiful. His bare body wasn't free of blemishes, but in her hazy state, nothing could have been hotter. His arms wrapped around her as he gently pushed her down. Her hair splayed out like a halo against the sheets, strands curling to tickle at the sensitive skin on her neck. He moved steadily, capturing her attention with a kiss here on the valley of her breasts, then there onto the area below her belly button.

"Fuuuuuuuuck, just put it in already," Delia said, wriggling her hips to entice him. She felt like she was floundering under the pleasures, seconds away from just grabbing him and forcing him to smack his body against hers, his hips into hers.

He pulled off from lathering her inner thighs with kisses to look her in the eyes, following her as she turned her head to the side. "I didn't think you'd be so neeeeedy," he whispered.

Her blush deepened as she tried not to look at his smarmy expression. "Oh!"

She bit hard on her lips to stop more embarrassing noises from coming out of her mouth, but she could do nothing against the loud squelching noises from her pussy. Larry had slid into her drenched core almost effortlessly, stretching her so nicely. He was so hard that he was throbbing, a physical sign of his lust taking over. The din of the train cutting through air fell to the background as all she could hear was the pounding of her heart and the wet noises of sex. Her body was tense as a coiled spring, but somehow even more receptive to him that way.

All of it was rapidly becoming too much. With her eyes opened, she could see Larry's face twisted in pleasure as he plundered her body, hoping to draw out squeals and moans. Yet she could feel the sensations all the more deeper when she closed her eyes. The mounting bliss was closing in on her, attacking from every angle. He was so damn thick, just filling her up in ways she had never even dreamed of.

"Mmmm," he moaned out. "Delia, you feel so good..."

She bit down harder on her lip to suppress a squeal. His thrusts were shallow, with the fear of being overheard clearly weighing on him as well. Paradoxically, she wanted the tension to cut, but also wanted this moment to stretch. Risk was making her feel properly alive, unlike the early listlessness of the train ride.

His body was trembling against her, clearly in the throes of pleasure, just as the whole bed creaked with their shifting weights and the movement of the train. The tension in her lower belly was taut, vibrating and quivering with each wave of bliss. Kisses laid onto her exposed neck, shaft sliding into her wet core, hands wrapping around her back; like he was trying to consume her completely in their tryst.

She saw nothing but white as her body shuddered in absolute abandon. Her bottom lip was white from the pressure, the pressure of staying silent burning her up from the inside. Her back arched and her fingers dug into his back just to ride out the intense pleasures. As the train rushed through a tunnel, she could only hear the sound of her shivering thighs slapping lightly against Larry's hips.

Larry was in a similar state, ecstasy rendering his mouth frozen in a silent scream and his eyes glassy and unfocused. His cock twitched inside of her, scraping against her over-sensitive walls enough to sting. Spurts of hot essence filled her to the brim, leaving her with a sensation of fullness in her lower belly.

The aftershocks of their near-silent coupling were now washing over her, with the dizzy frantic delights fading into a contented exhaustion. "Stay with me?" Delia asked under her breath.

His palms flattened against her back. Now that he was no longer ravaging her, the only friction between them was the slight rocking of the train and the occasional shivers of pleasure that marked their post-orgasmic haze. "Of course."

The first night was a thing of passion. Two people, seized by desperate hunger, willing to let down their inhibitions in spite of everything. The problem was that Delia was now paranoid. She had been so eager she had forgotten herself.

The neighbors knew. They had to know. She could feel it as their rich noses upturned at the sight of her thrift store sundress. The service people had to know that the bitch who argued for almost an hour before the train left was nothing but a slut.

Delia wasn't a reporter because she wanted to be famous. She was a reporter because she wanted nothing more than to observe. However, her overactive mind couldn't help but feel the eyes on her. There were a few families here, but mostly older retired couples. Older, rich, retirees to be clear. Delia's reporter instincts made her distinctly aware of the casual wealth on display from her fellow passengers. It made conversations difficult when she wasn't in reporter mode, being the one asking the questions, so she stopped trying. Instead, she spent her time wandering up and down the limited space the train had to offer. She rationalized that she needed the exercise, after all, she wasn't (was) trying to avoid Larry. There was nothing wrong with him, just the fact that he seemed to slip around her defenses.

After two days, the train had stopped at a mountain town that amounted to little more than a brewery and some houses. Despite its remote location and size, it was a clear upper-class establishment. Entertainment like group day hikes and gondola trips were charged at rates that made her nauseous to look at. Even the gift shops were absurd. After about 10 minutes, she felt like she had to get away from the sight of beers costing 70 Euros.

"Can we talk?"

She hadn't even noticed Larry, lying on the bed with his books strewn out in front of him, when she walked in. She remembered now, his distaste for German beer. Her hand reached for the door handle, before she realized she was being ridiculous.

"Yeah, we can talk," she said.

"Did I say or do something wrong?"

With his arms propping him up more, she could see those ridiculous puppy-dog eyes looking directly at her. "No... you didn't do anything wrong," she answered hesitantly.

"Then why are you avoiding me?" His tone was flat, with just a hint of accusation. Despite the edge of anger, or because of it, Delia could feel herself begin to tremble with anticipation.

"Well, I, ummmm..." she trailed off into babbling as she saw him rise from the bed to close the distance between them. "I... was afraid the neighbors overheard us having sex and now I can't show my face to anyone," she finished in a rapid breath.

Larry's head turned to consider the confession. Then, he smiled. "Well, the neighbors are out now, aren't they?"

A blush ran up her face. They were alone; they would be alone for a good amount of time. He was in her face now, his firm body so close to hers. For the first time in days, she was close enough to touch him. His lips looked especially beautiful, and she couldn't help but recall the ways that they kissed her. Her neck ached like a physical thing in anticipation.

"Yes, the neighbors are out," she replied breathlessly.

Not quite gently, he led Delia to her bed. There was something in the way he held her so possessively that made her all the more excited. Perhaps she had deep down wanted him to chase after her, not just let her slip away. This time though, she could feel very little chance of slipping away as Larry pulled at the hem of her shirt. The deep green t-shirt was tossed aside after he pulled it through her pliant arms.

"Good lord, I've been waiting to get back to sucking on your breasts," he said, voice dripping with desire. He set her down on the bed, thighs open before he crawled in front of her.

Delia gasped helplessly as his mouth latched onto one teat as his hand started to twist the other. "They're so fucking perfect... not too big... but just enough to be firm and juicy," he said between loud sucks on her nipples.

Already, she could feel her heart thumping in her chest and her pussy dampen with need. She hadn't realized how much Larry had been holding back when he was trying to let her be quiet, because breathy moans were now spilling out from her lips. He sucked like a starving man, his face burying itself in the softness of her chest with the loose ends of his beard and moustache adding to the stimulation. In turn, she buried her fingers into his hair, rubbing comforting circles on his scalp.

"Fuck, they're so fun to play with, so sensitive to everything I do," he said between sloppy wet noises. Hands kneaded and groped at their heft, squeezing the soft flesh with wonderment.

The anticipation built as she felt a knot form in her lower stomach. She had never felt this much pleasure from her breasts alone, but she had never had a lover quite so devoted to them before either. His hands now held her waist tightly, fingers sinking in just enough to quicken her breathing. At some point, she realized she was bucking her hips against the bed in small circular motions to get just an extra bit of friction. Though she was wearing a different pair of little black jean shorts today, there was still a stiff seam to grind her clit against.

Snap. There was a sensation like falling from a great height as the rope of tension in her body split in two. Her whole body seized up, her back arching and her breasts becoming hypersensitive all at once. With a slight push, she was lain out on her back, squirming and writhing as Larry seemed to delight in holding her down to ride out the climax.

"Haaaa... haaaaa..." Delia panted out. Even the light chill of the air conditioner stung against her overstimulated nipples. Still, she could hardly relax when she felt her jeans and knickers pulled down her legs. He tugged them down urgently, greedily. Laid out nude beneath him, she felt a new sensation. It wasn't quite hunger, but rather a feeling of being hungered for. Every jerky rough move that Larry made was a signal of how much he wanted to devour her.

In the face of a great gaping maw, she was frozen. Her heart hammered in her chest as she could only watch him fish out his cock from his pants before aligning it to her entrance. She remained unable to move as she felt the thick head of it brush against her petals.

Again, it bottomed out in one quick move. She could see it thrust inside of her, split her open, yet it took a moment before she felt it. A stabbing sensation of pain/pleasure all the way up to the bottom of her lungs, it made her mind go blank.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Delia," he moaned out. Her mind might have been frozen, but her body was quite receptive, with legs wrapping around his waist and fingers curling into the pillow sheets behind her. She seemed to have barely registered the compliment, instead kicking her feet as if to spur him on. Of course, he then let loose.

Delia could barely hold onto a thought between brutal swings of Larry's cock obliterating her mind. If she could string together two thoughts, she would have vocalized that he was too rough, too fast, just plain too much, but nothing came from her mouth except screams of ecstasy. Flesh slapped loud and wet against flesh, beating an ever-faster rhythm into her mind. If there were neighbors to hear them, even the din of a whole train station wouldn't have covered their obscene noises.

His sweet nothings of praise were getting louder as he was losing control, and it all started to blur together.

"God, you're just cumming non-stop... like a slut," he said as he pinned her thighs to the sides of her body. Like a splash of water, the first words of denigration brought her a moment of clarity. The world sharpened into focus as she noticed her legs being folded into her sides, the moans spilling from her mouth, and the length driving into her core. It was the middle of the day, with the train stopped in some backwoods town, and she was getting railed through her vacation without a thought. Any moment, one of the many service people could walk by their room and investigate their conspicuous noises.

Yet she curled her toes, shuddered around him, and pressed her hands into his solid chest. He took a deep shuddering breath as he felt her tighten up around him, before redoubling his pace. From this angle, it was even easier to rain down club-like pummeling onto her cunt, each thrust drawing louder and louder moans.

Her face was red and scrunched up in bliss, blown past the point of caring. Sweaty hands roamed over Larry's lithe body, exploring his chest, abs, and back. She could feel his eyes feast on the sight of her bouncing tits, and the weight of it was almost solid. Never before had she been on the receiving end of such animal passion, and it was terrifying to behold.

Quick and sudden as a snake, Larry lurched forward, his lips locking around her neck. Again, she was helpless but to squeal out in pleasure. The pressure on her core and the wet kiss onto her arched neck overwhelmed her. Nothing made sense anymore, just that she was being assaulted by sheer bliss.

One finger reached for her lips, rolling a circle around open mouth before sinking in suddenly. She realized this was Larry's secret. Slow prodding motions to lull her into a false sense of security before striking suddenly. Instinctively, her mouth closed around the digit, sucking it in deeper.

His smooth finger was slightly salty from the sweat of exertion with a splash of bitterness too. The way it pushed down on her tongue was unfamiliar, but a further layer of sensation on top of her overstimulated body. His other fingers gripped at her flushed cheeks and jawline, like he wanted to hold her in his hands.

"You're taking me so well." His voice was ragged and husky, but still tinged with authority. His eyes had become pools of lust, gazing into her very soul. She could hardly believe, hardly understand how he looked so beautiful even as his mouth opened with desperate grunts and his features scrunched from exertion.

Heat. The first thing she felt was heat as cum splattered against her inner walls. The heat coursed through her body, suffusing her with a feeling of greater fullness. Like her body had been a cold hollow thing before, the raw creampie captured all the empty space inside of her.

Though it had felt like an endless tide of spunk, Larry's orgasm ended all too soon. His heaving body was heavy atop hers, the tenderness and exhaustion in her limbs began to set in as the adrenaline faded. Cold seeped in as the cum overflowed out of her pussy. Numbness set in as a response to the extreme previous sensations.

He wasn't heavy, but her boneless and fucked-through body couldn't muster any strength. His eyes were closed while hot, heavy breaths were exhaled onto her face. The look of fading ecstasy did nothing but emphasize his long eyelashes and shiny skin.

There was a sense of loss as his body lifted off of hers, his comforting weight gone in an instant. Then, her world spun as she was rolled onto her front. To her surprise, she could barely feel her body move. It was as if she was a mere observer while he ran his hands over her body. The weight and pressure returned as Larry laid himself on top of her prone body. His cock, still hard and wet, wedged itself between her asscheeks.

"More...?" She asked quietly. She didn't believe it was possible for him to have the energy to fuck her more. She didn't know how much more her over-fucked body could take.

"More," he whispered into her ear as an affirmation. His hands reached around her back to cup her breasts as his cock found its way near her entrance. Her heart was beginning to race again, drawing on a well of energy she didn't realize she had.

Pleasure surged through her hollow body again, warmth reigniting deadened nerves. His cock stretched her out, spreading heat back through her again. She could do this, she realized. Just surrender to this pleasure and let it flow through her.

When they started, the sheer pace of their fucking had been too much for Delia to handle, but she could feel herself shifting into a new higher gear. Her appetite grew with each climax; her cunt grew more addicted to the sensation after each creampie. They had fucked against the table, fucked against the bathroom countertop, and even fucked in a pile-driver position that sent all her blood rushing to her head. Now, she was riding him with all that she was worth

"Fuck me, fuck me stupid, call me a whore," she whispered hoarsely. Her dirty talk had transformed into babbling at some point, in equal parts demanding praise and degradation.

"Then I better fuck you real good," he says.

There was a strange melancholy as the pace of their fucking was slowing down. More time to think between each climax, more time to realize their bliss couldn't last forever. Her legs were trembling as she put all her strength into riding Larry. Their arms were wrapped around each other as they alternated between kissing each other and spewing filth at each other. Dimly, Delia was aware that the rest of patrons returned to the train, but she no longer cared. What she cared about was that each successive orgasm she drew out of Larry was less and less filling. Her tired body was even less responsive, even less able to move or feel.

"Fuck, fuck, keep going," she said. She was scared to feel these moments slip through her fingers. The vacation didn't matter any more, the fear of getting caught didn't matter any more, only elongating this precious moment.

Sex hadn't been this good, this sharp and intense the first time, and there was no guarantee it would feel this good the next time either. Then, they would go their own ways, him back to university and her back to Britain. Now, it was easy to notice the pleasure overtaking Larry's features, the tightening of his muscles, and the desperate way he bucked against her hips.

A few powerful ruts upwards wrung one last mind-numbing orgasm out of her just as his creampie spurted out. This time, it was mere seconds that she could feel the warmth pool inside of her. Gravity pulled the sticky essence down, leaving her drained and empty. Despite the sheer amount of pleasure she had just endured, there was a part of her that craved more. The soreness in her limbs and the dizziness in her head won out, but still there was a hunger that was almost nauseating.

Cum seeped out of her cooling pussy as Larry gingerly pulled apart from her. Cold stuck her skin like pin pricks as her sweat gave way to chills. It was nothing like the satisfied afterglows she had felt before, but a new all-consuming thing. At once, she was cold, tired, and most of all raw.

It went deeper than the skin, deeper than the feeling of nothingness in her core. For a few brief moments, she had bared it all to chase an indelible joy, an almost inhuman experience, and it had broken her down. Her walls came down, and she was struggling with the aftermath.

"Cuddle with me?" Larry asked. His voice was shaky and tentative, and she could instantly tell that he felt the same way. Pleasure had long bled into intimacy, and they could hold onto that for a while longer. She curled into his arms, uncaring of the sweat and stickiness on their skin. What mattered was the sparkling tingles of being alive that came when skin touched skin. It was his breath, his pulse, and his subtly unpredictable motions that let her lull herself to a contended sleep.

The next two days were awkward. Obviously, there were the cum-drenched sweat-soaked sheets that made it difficult to look any of the service people in the eyes. On top of that, there were the quick double-takes from their neighbors, who would have needed to have been deaf to have not heard the cacophony of moans and skin slapping skin. Finally, for all that her lusts had been lit aflame, her body was simply too sore to imagine having more sex. She winced as she walked or even when lying down on her side. It was hard to look at Larry and not imagine his hands on her, but also hard to approach him without the offer of sex.

Still, Delia wasn't done with him. On the last night on the train, she surprised him with a sudden blazing kiss. It didn't matter if the sex wouldn't be as good this time or the confusing feelings she felt, she knew she needed to try. Evidently, he felt the same way as he pushed back into the kiss, his hands reaching behind her to grope her ass through those too-tight jeans again. As she felt the hard seam of her pants press against her clit, she knew she made the right choice.