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Subject: {ASSM} "Norwich - London" {MF}
Date: Thu,  8 Feb 2001 03:10:04 -0500
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Please note the following story is for adults only.  All characters are
fictional, resembling no one in real life.

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Norwich - London

Damon tried his hardest not to smile as the attractive brunette lifted
her bag onto the luggage rack and sat next to him on the train.  She
must have been in her late twenties, shoulder length hair, hazel eyes,
and small pert breasts pushing though her blouse.  He looked her up and
down, noting her shapely legs, wondering if she was wearing stockings
or tights underneath her short skirt.  The woman sat down next to him,
a novel in her hands, and began to read.

"Hi, I'm Damon" he said.

"Hi -  Jane" she replied, accepting Damon's offer of a handshake.

"You going to London?" he asked.

"Yes, unfortunately, can't stand the place, but duty calls" she said.
Damon watched her lips as she talked.  She had beautiful white teeth,
he thought to himself, her lips looked like they had been stung by a
bee, so swollen.  He'd love to kiss them, he thought.

"Well, I work there sometimes, so its two or three times a week for me"
he said.  Damon started to feel slightly uneasy, because when he
talked, Jane stared at his lips, then back to his eyes, and it was
really unnerving him.

Jane went back to her book, then Damon took the opportunity to look at
the cover.  'Confessions of a mistress' it was called, with a picture
of a semi naked woman on the front, a shadow cast across her body,
hiding her large breasts.  He tried to sneak a peek at the text, but
the way she was holding the book, it was impossible.  He turned and
looked out of the window for a while, before Jane got up out of her
seat.  She laid her book upside down on the chair, open at her page,
then made her way up the carriage.  Damon followed her with his eyes,
until he saw her go into the toilet.  He then picked her book up, and
began to read the page she was reading:

	Slowly, he began to slip his finger into his mouth.  I couldn't
take my eyes
	off him.  He looked right into my eyes as he did it, two
fingers fully in his
	mouth now.  He then leaned forward, and as he did, I raised my
ass slightly
	for him, and he inserted his wet index finger into my tight
anus.  Fuck, it felt
	so good, it really did.  I was feeling pleasure I had never
experienced before.
	He slipped two fingers into my cunt, then began probing me
quickly.   I
	knew I was going to climax any second, it was just too much for
me.  I looked
	at him as he did it, watching him lick his lips, and as well as
his fingers in
	both my holes, his thumb started to massage my
clitoris.................

"Do you mind" a voice said.  Damon looked up quickly, and Jane had
returned to her seat.  He was really startled by her, and felt
embarrassed about reading the book while she was away.

"em.......i'm sorry, I was just interested in what your reading, I'm a
writer you see" he stuttered.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes, that's why I'm going to London, I have to meet my publishers
every week.  I do short stories for various magazines, and rather than
send them, I come down every week and show them around"

"Wow, what kind of short stories?" she asked, looking at his lips for
the answer.

"Just stories, fiction" he replied hesitantly.

"Well, what kind of fiction then?" she asked again.

"Erotic fiction" he said.

She looked deep into his eyes as he said this, and he waited for her
answer.  Then her face broke into a smile.

"Blimey, really?" she exclaimed "How many have you written, what sort
do you write?"

"Well, I've been doing if for two or three years, just a whole
different range of erotic subjects."

"Do you have anything with you now I could look at?" she said.  Damon
started to feel more at ease now, more confident.  Although nervous
around women, when talking about his writing, he found it easy to relax.

"Well, I cant let you read anything I have with me now, because of
copyright, and none of it has been published yet, but if you buy this
months issue of Men Only, I did most of the stories in there."

Jane folded her book back up, and reached down, placing it in her bag.

"So, where do you get your ideas for your stories then?" she asked,
looking at his mouth again.  Jesus, he loved this, he thought, if you
could have a degree in flirting, this woman had a masters in it.

"A lot of it comes from my experience, a lot of it my imagination,
anecdotes from people I know, everywhere really." Jane smiled at him
again, flashing her brilliant white teeth.  Her hand had rested on her
thigh now, he momentarily looked down at it, and could see the bottom
of her black stocking top, just where it met her short skirt.

"Want to tell me a story then?" she asked.  Damon was taken aback by
this, something he had never been asked to do before.  It was one thing
typing it into his word processor, but another sitting on a train and
telling someone, especially someone as attractive as Jane.

"You sure?" he asked, looking behind him.  The train was pretty empty,
in fact, come to think of it, he wondered why she had sat next to him
at all, as there was empty seats all around the carriage.  Maybe she
just wants company, he thought.

"Yes" she said, her voice moaning out as she said it.

"OK then" he replied, smiling himself now, " any kind of story?.  I
mean, I cater for a wide range of magazines, I don't want to offend you
in any way".

"You wont offend me" she said softly, "In fact, I would love to be
offended".  Damon held her gaze for a moment, his throat going dry at
the thought of it.

"OK, I'll tell you a story then, let me just go to the toilet, then
I'll be right back".  Jane stood up so that Damon could get out of his
chair, but she didn't move into the aisle, he had to brush past her,
and as he did, he could smell her scent on her neck.  He was pressed
really tight against her, her breasts almost sliding along his shirt.
He looked into her eyes briefly as he brushed past, and he was only
centimetres away from her lips.

He locked himself in the toilet, and had to stand there and catch his
breath.  He couldn't believe it.  This woman was hot, really hot, and
she wanted him to tell her an erotic story in the fucking train!  He
went over in his mind what to say, what to introduce.  Was she kinky?
Was she a romantic, sensual sort of person? he just didn't know.
Usually, he wrote his stories, and the readers found them, rather than
writing a story for a certain reader.  He composed himself for a few
seconds,  checked his hair in the mirror, then went back to his seat.

When he arrived back at his seat, Jane was sitting near the window
now.  But what really startled him, was that she had her skirt hitched
further up her legs, until he could see almost the whole of her black
lacy stocking top.  She had also unbuttoned her suit top, showing the
top of a black bra.  He looked around nervously, making sure no one was
listening in, then sat down next to her.  The arm rest was pushed up
into the chair, so he could move closer to her.  He turned around
slightly so that he could whisper the story, rather than talk aloud.
He didn't want the old woman three seats back to start lecturing him
about being dirty, he thought.

"Tell me" she whispered, looking at him.  She uncrossed her legs, then
moved them closer to Damon, her hands in her lap.  Damon could feel her
stockinged legs touch his trousers, and he was already hard.

"OK, here goes. " he paused for a moment.  "  She arrived at the house
a little after ten.  She knew that she was supposed to have been home
earlier, bud didn't think her employer would mind.  She was walking up
the stairs, when she saw him.  'Your late' he said.  'Sorry' she
replied, 'I missed the bloody bus, so had to wait for a taxi'.  She
moved past him into the bathroom, and begun to brush her teeth.  She
had worked for Tom for three months as a nanny to his two children. His
wife worked away a lot, Tom had a good job, so they had to employ
someone really.  The thing was, Sarah fancied Tom.  She really did.
She was just too scared to do anything about it, didn't want to lose
her job by throwing herself at him".  Damon paused for a moment.

"Want me to go on?" he asked.  Jane smiled.

"Yes" she replied hoarsely.

"She brushed her teeth, taking the hair clip out of her hair, and
noticed Tom watching her in the mirror.  She was slightly taken aback,
but carried on brushing her teeth.  When she had finished, she rinsed
her mouth out, washed her face, then started to comb her hair.  Tom was
still standing in the hallway, only his face visible in the poor light,
but he was still watching her, leaning against the stair.  She begun to
feel the butterflies in her stomach, knowing that his eyes were on
her.  She  had a few glasses of wine tonight, and as well as feeling a
bit daring, was also feeling rather horny.  She continued to brush her
hair, really slowly, then noticed that Tom had come closer.  There eyes
met in the mirror.  Then she placed the comb on the window sill, and
begun to unzip her dress.  Her hands moved to the side of her dress,
down near the hem, and she unzipped moving upwards.  She exposed her
bare legs, and her midriff.  She pushed the dress over her shoulders,
and it fell to the floor.  She was totally naked now, having not worn
any underwear.  Tom had a full view of her firm ass.  She placed her
hands behind her, and started to touch herself.  She massaged her ass,
then slid her hands slowly up her waist, then moved them round to the
front, placing them over her milky white breasts"

Jane was breathing deeply now, and her hand had moved across onto
Damons lap, touching his hand.  She took it nervously, and placed it
between her legs.  Damon could feel her damp underwear through her
skirt, so pressed his thumb hard against it.  She pressed herself up in
the chair against him, until his thumb had found the right place.

"Don't stop" she gasped.

"..........Sarah continued to touch her breasts, her eyes closed now,
and she begun to moan softly.  Then the next thing she felt was Toms
mouth on her neck.  He begun to kiss her softly, biting into her neck,
and she could feel his hot breath on her.  His hands moved round on top
of hers, and they both massaged her breasts.  Then she slid her hand
down and behind her, touching Toms groin.  He was only wearing a shirt,
no underwear, and she had his erect penis in her hand.  She guided him
into her from behind, and within seconds, she could feel his pulsing
erect penis inside of her.  She leaned forward, gripping the sink taps,
pressing herself backwards onto him.  Tom began to fuck her harder now,
and it wasn't long before Sarah was climaxing.  She began to gasp, then
it turned into a scream, and at the exact same moment, Tom began to
ejaculate inside her, biting her neck, playing roughly with her breasts
while he came.  Then Sarah opened her eyes, and he was gone.  She could
feel his cum running down her thigh, but felt very satisfied"

Damon began to rub harder now.  Jane had hitched her skirt up so far,
that Damon could slip his hand up her skirt, and find her clitoris
through her lace underwear.  He moved his fingers underneath the
material, and began to rub, slipping two fingers inside her soaking wet
vagina.  Jane closed her eyes, and began to moan softly, biting her
lower lip, trying to stifle the noise she was making.

"Make him go back in........make him go back in on his knees and lick
her" she gasped

"You want him to taste himself on her?" he said

" Fuck, yes, make him lick her cunt" she replied.  Damon started to
probe deeper into her hot hole, his fingers easily slipping in and out
through her moisture.

"In the toilet...come on, lets go in the toilet" she told him.

Damon stood up, and Jane pulled her skirt down, then they made there
way to the trains toilet. Damon went in first, Jane looked round to
make sure no one was watching, then followed her in.  He turned Jane
around so that she was facing the mirror, and she leaned forward, her
hands unbuttoning her top even more, exposing her lacy black bra.  He
hitched her skirt up, and started to unbutton his trousers, taking his
penis out.  He lifted her right leg forward, and she rested her foot on
the toilets bin, and she could feel him slip inside her.  He started to
fuck her really hard, looking into the mirror at her face changing.
She came within seconds, screaming out loud.  Damon gripped his cock
tight from inside, stopping himself cumming, then pulled out.  He
turned her around, then through her against the toilet door, lifting
her up so her legs were around him, and began to fuck her again.  He
was fucking really deeply, and his groin rubbed her clit with every
stroke.  Her stockinged legs were rubbing up and down his bare thighs,
his trousers now down around his ankles.

"Fuck me....fuck me now, you dirty cunt" she screamed at him.  He did
as he was told, fucking her for all he was worth.  She slipped her
hands inside her bra, pulling it downwards to expose her breasts, and
he began to bite them, taking her hard nipples in his mouth.  Then he
began to explode.  The orgasm seemed to last for ever, almost hurting
them, and it set Jane off again, her cunt contracting around his
penis.   He withdrew, cleaned himself, then pulled his trousers back
up.  Jane sat on the toilet seat, wiping the semen off her stockings.
She composed herself, then stood up, and they both left the
compartment, just as the train drew to a halt outside Kings Cross.

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As this is my first story published on the web, I would welcome any
comments.

copyright goldendom 2001

This story may not be reproduced without my prior permission.


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