Erotic Fiction|Adultery|Lingerie

She Flashed her Pearls on the Train

Fulfilling fantasies I didn’t even know I had.

The flight from NYC to Shanghai is 15 hours and tiring. My wife and I arrive in the early evening and make our way to the hotel. Traveling on the high-speed rail in a business-class cabin, we delight to see the plush and cushy seats in the small four-person cabin.

The train slowly starts to roll and the door to our cabin opens when SHE walks in. Holy shit, this woman is hot. Shoulder-length light-brown flowing hair grabs my attention but my eyes quickly dart down her curvaceous body. Her dress hugs strong legs, curvy hips, pillowy breasts, and a soft feminine belly. Her stylish blue dress has square buttons down the front and she compliments it with killer knee-length riding boots.

She drops into the seat across from me and props her sunglasses on top of her head to reveal dazzling green eyes. Pointing at my wife, now sound asleep with jet lag, “You with her?” she asks.

“Yeah, just in from the States and a bit jet-lagged.”

As we settle into our seats to the rocking of the train, I keep glancing over the top of my unread book and watching her tits sway back and forth along with the motion of the train. She has a necklace with a polished rock on it that nuzzles contently between her breasts.

She sees me eying her chest and slides a hand up to her breast, gently grazing the fabric and watching me watch her. She looks me in the eye and gives her breast a not-so-gentle squeeze. My sex twitches in delight as that little rock is engulfed by her love pillows.

Without even thinking, my hand drifts down towards my cock and I feel it stiffen through my pants. She glances at my wife, still asleep, then back at me. With a grin, she unbuttons the top of her dress to reveal a bit more cleavage as my hand begins to knead my erection. A hint of pink areola, just a hint, peaks out from that blue dress.

She looks again, raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow, parts her lips then spreads her legs. I can barely see up her skirt but there is a white glimmer nestled snuggly into the dark recesses of her sex. It almost looks like a string of pearls.

I stand up and lean over near her ear, whisper growling, “If you are wearing a string of pearls, then I want to feel them on my tongue”.

“Take a look for yourself,” she replies as she shifts towards the edge of the seat.

Kneeling on the train floor, my hands slide up her soft inner thighs as I raise her dress. She wears red lacy undies with a strand of pearls that dip into her smooth pussy, disappearing between her plump lips.

“Fuck that is hot. I want to taste your cunt.”

I press her legs further apart and slide a finger beneath the strand of pearls. She moans a little as the elastic stretches and the pearls slide and wander between her wet and needy folds. I pull, plucking the pearls from between her labia then let go so the pearls thwak against her wet sex. Little vibrations ripple through her and she smiles at the sensation. She looks delicious so I bury my face between her legs, feeling her lips wrap around me as my tongue glides up her slit flicking pearls along the way. The spherical jewels dance around her clit as I lick and flick them between her pussy lips.

“You taste so good.” As I let out a moan, she thrusts her hips into me, rooting for her pleasure and making me slurp.

My finger again hooks under the string of pearls as I suck her labia, but this time I yank hard, sending pearls careening off the train floor but fully revealing her slit to my wanting tongue. She grabs my head and pulls me onto her throbbing clit, burying my face in those luscious folds.

I lick and suck with reckless abandon, losing myself in her depths, feeling her spasms as the pleasure courses through her body. Her strong but soft inner thighs tense around my head, holding me firmly while she rides out her first orgasm. When she releases my head she breathily says “That was great…now I need to get fucked.”

I take instruction well.

Bending over the chair I see the remains of her torn undies dangling from soft hips. Tearing open my pants, my cock springs free.

My pole toys briefly with the entrance to her warm and dripping cunt, then I plow myself into her.

God her ass is amazing, I think as I sink into her ferociously. I paw her hips like a tiger gripping its prey, fucking to the swaying motion of the train.

The drone of the engine and the clack of the tracks is long out of my mind as my senses focus on the beautiful goddess who is milking my soul. I’m pushing myself deep into her, feeling that round and voluptuous ass push against my muscular hips. Encouraging moans quicken my pace, as I thrust harder, penetrating her womb. I can feel my climax crescendo building as my fingers dig into soft flesh and the orgasm bursts out of my chest and through my twitching cock.

Throwing my head back in delight, my seed gushes out of me — the warm, wet filling pushes her over the edge. She cums hard with a shout, bucking her full round ass against me, causing me to lose my balance with the sway of the train.

I fall back out of her and into my seat with a thump, awakening me from my dream.

Opening my eyes, I frantically search but the goddess is gone.

I’m fully clothed and the train has stopped.

“This is our stop.” Mrs. Rhobeau says.

Catching my breath, I stand to retrieve our luggage with a noticeable bulge straining my pants. Desperate to discreetly adjust and conceal my arousal, I slip my hand into my pocket and feel something unexpected — there in my hand are red lace thong panties with a string of pearls attached. They are still warm.

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