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   Susan was dressed in casual clothes skirt, tight white t-shirt and heels
of course.  The train was moving out of the station.  Susan started her
journey from her cabin towards the restaurant department of the train.  She
would have plenty of time to read and watch the scenery, she thought.  Her
mind was floating in various directions as the train was adding speed.  A
big man was moving towards her.
   She said having a man's penis in her mouth was "degrading and
humiliating" and she wouldn't do it!
   The train approached a curve and as they were about to pass bye each
other, the movement made Susan to loose her balance and she landed in his
arms.  "Oh my god, my high-heels, I'm so sorry," she said.  The right shoe
was damaged and she felt pain in her ankle.  "Ohhhh, it hurts," She said
and she was moving down to feel her ankle with her hand.  The train jerked
again and on her way down she smashed against the left leg of the man
looking down at the beauty that had landed in his hands like gift from
heaven.
   Susan realized that her face was pressed at something inside his pants.
Seconds later, despite the pain, it occurred to her that the round
formation her face was leaning against was a cock.  She had hi her face
against his organ.  "Did I hurt you, I'm so sorry." Susan said and to make
things worse, she placed her hand around the outstretched muscle to rub it
as an excuse gesture.  Her mind was in complete chaos.  She gets into the
arms of a man, goes down to fell her own wrists, train jerks in curve and
her face is smashed against a semi-erect cock and finally she messes up by
instinctively feeling him with her gentle fingers and rubbing, caressing
the shaft through his pants with a gesture that was meant to underline how
sorry she felt for the smash.
   He was looking down at her.  "Did you hurt your ankle?" He asked.  "You
didn't hurt me," the stranger continued, looking down at the fallen angel
and smiling at her.  "There is no reason forever to object towards what
you're doing," he said.  They laughed.  It was an accident.  But Susan's
wrist did hurt.
   "Please, let's get to my cabin," the man said.  "We've to check out if
you need medical help." He continued.  He kneeled down to take a look at
the ankle.  "Hope it's not broken." Susan was feeling some pain, but it
wasn't too bad, she thought.  Her tight and short miniskirt was stretched
high over her thighs.  The man had a non-obstructed view between her legs.
His eyes noticed a remarkable thing.  The woman wasn't wearing any pants,
her pussy was shaven and the lips were a little open, maybe swollen.  This
is my day, he thought.  He removed her other shoe, collected both of them,
the damaged and the functional high-healed shoe, took her around her waist
and supported her walk towards his compartment.
   There was a bed.  He suggested her to take a seat and he got kneeling in
front of her and started to examine her ankle.  Feeling it with his
fingers, he asked if his touches hurt.  "Are you able to move your toes? 
Is there intense pain when I move it?" He asked and encouraged her to lean
backwards in the bed.
   Susan felt some pain, but after a few minutes examination the assessment
was that nothing was broken, but the leg had to get some rest and he would
massage it to get it functional.  "We could order some champagne and use
the ice to cool your ankle."
   She was quiet.  Susan didn't want him to stop the massage.  His strong
hands did have a relaxing and healing effect.  There was another aspect and
effect to her situation.  She couldn't help the feelings caused by his
gentle touches.  Susan knew that she was getting horny.  Her pants will get
wet; she thought and remembered that there were no pants under her skirt.
No pants, no pants, no thongs, no panties, oh no, help me; I've been here
for fifteen minutes.  He has been examining my ankle, massaging my legs,
but he has also been able to watch at her pussy.  A pussy shaved 60 minutes
before the departure of the train at her apartment.  She wanted to get on
the train with a shaved cunt.  Susan had thought, you never know what
destiny brings to you.
   This was the result.  She couldn't be panicking now.  The man had
behaved like a gentleman.  He wasn't a sex maniac or brute.  He hadn't
taken advantage of her situation, quite the contrary.  He had been so
motivated to help her and to massage her ankle.  Susan felt that the pain
was decreasing and the massage had really helped her.  If she had fallen
for a bad man, then he would have raped her already.  She had to be
rational.  Think rationally.  There are still nice, kind and gentle men. 
She felt a hot tingle increase between her legs.
   She took a deep breath.  "I have to be brave, I've nothing to fear."
Susan closed her eyes.  She didn't want to be reminded about the possible
motivations of the man kneeling between her legs.  Her short miniskirt
didn't hide anything.  She was only dressed from her belly upwards.  Her
boobs were moving up and down, nipples standing out, pressing against the
t-shirt.  Susan didn't wear any bra either.
   He moved his caressing hands a little higher.  "How about your knee, do
you feel any pain up there?" He said.
   Her mind reacted to the words "up there".  There was certainly no pain
at all up there.  Susan knew that her clit, when excited easily grew out of
its hood and, most probably was sticking out and demonstrating her excited
state of mind.
   She could see his eyes bulging out of his red and sweating face.  "It's
a little hot in this cabin," he noticed.  "Let me take off my jacket," he
said and stood up in front of her.  When he placed the jacket at the bed
over her head, she could see a huge bulge on the left side of his pants. 
The pants were made of a thin material and Susan could see the full
contours of a very swollen and erect cock.
   as he took in my proudly upthrust boobies, and then slid down my belly
and abdomen to my lightly furred pussy mound.  He seemed to leer at the
agony I was in.  I hung there in misery, straining to get just a breath of
air into my burning lungs.
   Susan was looking at the man.  She had been reading somewhere,
"Masturbation will neither retard nor accelerate the growth of the penis.
Masturbation will neither increase nor decrease the eventual adult size of
the penis, and when the penis has achieved its adult size nothing short of
surgery can induce a permanent change in its size.  The same pretty much
goes for breast size." With this in mind she was looking at the man
approaching her.
   She had a pretty good idea about how it got bigger temporarily.  Susan
was however surprised with the size contoured through his thin pants
summer. He was reaching for something from the upper part of the bunk bed.
Susan thought about her options.  There wasn't many escape routes left. 
She was at ease on her bed and the sight in front of her mad her make a
quick flicking touch between her legs.  She knew about being wet, but it
was a surprise that her honey pot was dripping slippery honey.  Susan
wanted to slide in a finger but there wasn't enough time for that, yet.
   Her two story overnight adventure had begun with the sight of him trying
to catch something and the cock is bulging obscenely in front of her.  She
had to use all her will power to resist her hand to reach out for it and
touch it once more.  The first time being an accident, the second time was
pretty close of being motivated by a deep natural urge.
   "I got it," he said with a smile on his face.  He was holding a tube of
some kind cream in his hand.  "I use this when I get muscle cramps," he
continued.
   Susan was looking at the man and thought about muscle tension.  She
wanted to say, "Would you like me to rub your tension?" But Susan remained
quiet.  There was however a big smile on her face and she said, "I think it
would be good to have the leg rubbed."
   He tried to move down between her legs, but he had some difficulties
with his erect cock.  He had to arrange the position of it inside his
pants. But it was still a strain.  He got down on his knees.  His face
blushed.
   "Oh my god, I haven't introduced myself," he said.  "My name is Marques,
I've so concentrated on your legs...I mean your ankle and didn't get the
time to say you welcome to my small cabin.  I hope you will enjoy the
stay," he continued.
   "Susan, my name is Susan," She said.  "I'm glad to have you helping me."
   He applied the crème on her twitched ankle.  The crème was cold but she
felt the joy when he started to massage the ankle and higher up.  He wanted
to know if there was some pain or aching in the muscles higher up.  There
certainly was an aching.  She was all too aware about the tingle in her
pussy.
   "It might be a good idea to massage the whole leg," he suggested.
   Susan wanted to say, "Maybe both of them and between the legs." But she
closed her eyes and spoke to him.  "Please, do what you think is needed.  I
guess you know quite well what you're doing."
   He massaged and moved her legs a little bit more apart.  Susan knew, he
wanted a better view.  She let him.  The mini skirt had slid all the way up
over her thighs, the pussy was naked again.  She could feel it.  He
continued to flex her legs.
   Marques wanted to see more.  He moved and massaged, watched and
manipulated.  Her lips parted and the pussy opened while he was pushing her
thighs apart.  He was quite pleased with what he saw.  The wetness
glistened between her lips.  The clit was standing out.  He got her both
knees slightly bent.  The lips moved.  There was a silent glitching sound.
   "How are you feeling Susan?" He asked.
   "I think you're doing well," She said, afraid to open her eyes.  "I
think the movements are helping:" Susan continued.
   "Should I try to separate your thighs even more widely apart, to see
that there are no hidden muscle tensions, or some hidden fractures in your
leg?" Marques asked.  "We can't know exactly how the twitching or you leg
hurt." He tried to rationalize.
   Susan knew that the man was looking for something else to heal.  She
didn't want to restrict him by any means.  "I guess you are right." She
whispered.  "I'm feeling better already, but as you said, we never know."
   The muscles and tendons in her groin strained and protested as he pulled
her legs almost in a 60 degrees angle.  She was split more than when this
treatment required.  Susan was spread out wide as Marques was stroking,
squeezing, fondling, and pinching her high up over her knees and feeling
for muscles that might be tense up there.
   He took great delight in the smoothness and softness of Susan's skin. 
Marques slid his hands upwards along her inner thighs and rubbed up and
down her crotch, marvelling at the nakedness of her widely separated, wet
and swollen pussy lips and the tightness of my lovely slit.  His hands came
under me and clutched her buttocks, pulling her lower body upwards from the
bed.
   The man was squatting her legs with her ankles up on his shoulders. 
Susan knew that being the classy woman of sophistication she was not
supposed to spread her legs in a short dress and in front of a man with a
rock hard cock in his pants.  And she, having no pants at all to conceal
her sexually excited love channel, was ready to accept any suggestions from
her healing shaman.  She wanted to be open, exposed and wanted.  She was
too aroused to thinks straight.  The man wasn't concentrating on her ankle
anymore.  The focus had moved to the opening between her legs.
   There was squizing familiar sound.  Susan opened her eyes.  Their eyes
met, they looked at each other.  Her ankles were still on his shoulders. 
Marques rose from his kneeled postion, hurriedly fishing out the love pole
from his pants, and looking at her.  She was gazing at him.  To her
amazement he was stroking a very large cock while looking straight at her
and smiling.
  
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