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   ON THE TRAIN By Marc 2007
   To say Marque was uncomfortable was an understatement.  The train trip
still had 9 hours to go, and his long veiny cock was getting longer and
thicker.  He couldn't resist the hard-on building up.
   There were two persons in the cabin, a young curvy woman and Marque. 
The train was heading north, it was hot inside and the woman in front of
him was hot indeed.
   At the sight of her, his penis stiffened inside his pants, his genitals
became increasingly warm and alive, and an erotic electricity began to
throb through his body.
   He felt his cock grow inside his trousers as the tip of the swollen head
traveled slowly further down along the leg.  Marque's sexually clouded
thoughts were guided by the movements of the attractive woman seated
opposite to him.
   She was in sleep when he arrived and still sleeping; leaning backwards
in her seat.  He had been moving quietly, not to awaken her.  The sleeping
beauty was wearing a tight t-shirt and a short miniskirt.  There was a lot
of naked skin exposed for his sex hungry eyes.
   Marque thought for a moment he could almost catch a glimpse of her pussy
as she sat.
   His tool kept creeping down the leg of his footy shorts, the wide
helmet, glistening with precum, peeking from the hem.  Marque wanted to
touch the cock head but was afraid he might cum and it would be a shame to
be caught by the young sleeping woman.
   The thick and slimy head of his cock was sticking out.  He was painfully
aware that his cock had completed its transition into a full erection.  His
organ was so hard he was sure it would never go soft again.  He had to
think about a solution.
   There is no way I can hide it, he thought.  If that woman opens her
eyes, she will be shocked.  What should I do?  She was moving.  This is so
embarrassing.  Marque couldn't help.  The strategy of wearing baggy shorts
wasn't a good idea.  He was panicking.  But it was too late.  He wanted to
run.
   She opened her eyes.  "Oh, sorry," She said.  "I thought this
compartment was empty." She stared at him, suddenly eyes wide open, looked
at the man.  "What?  Oh no," She whispered to herself.  She was looking at
his crotch and the purple swollen head peaking out from the leg opening of
his denim shorts.
   Marque tried to move his body quickly to position and hide his cock
between his legs, but his move just made things worse.  Just a little more
of the bulging head was sticking out.  He was so ashamed, stood up and
stretched out his hand.  "My name is Marque," he said red faced.
   "Miss Erotica," She said.  That was a Freudian slip.  She wanted to say
her name, but the situation was so awkward.  A total stranger standing in
front of her with huge erection bulging out and she had even seen the
precuming head of his cock.  This is weird, she thought.  What a maniac she
had encountered.
   "Is that your real name?" Marque said and tried to sound relaxed.  He
didn't know what to do next; couldn't stand there and sitting down wasn't
easy.  How could he hide his excitement?
   "You seem to have a bit of a bulge there," Miss Erotica thought, looking
up at his trousers.  The bulge was at an easy reach for her.  What a tease
this man is, she told herself.  Men are funny, they don't want a woman to
see that their thing is pushing and tenting their pants out?  We like to
see that.  It makes us warm between our legs, she generalized.
   Poor man, big cock, easily aroused, wearing baggy shorts, revealing his
excitement.  There is only one cure for such a problem.  She wanted to
tease him more.  Miss Erotica was ready for a play.  They would be
traveling together for hours.  There was still a long smooth railway ride
ahead.
   "What time is it?  She asked.
   "It's 9 am," Marques said.  "We have about 9 hours to the final
destination." He was still standing; confused, erect, bulging, the woman
was looking into his crotch.  The embarrassed Marques said nothing and
looked away, out of the window.
   "Are you heading all the way up north?" She asked with and amused grin
on her face.
   Marque and Ms.  Erotica looked at each other.  She hadn't given her real
name.  Marque was too embarrassed to ask.  He decided to get seated.  It
was a painful and elaborate procedure.  He had to get the bulge arranged in
a decent position.  That was of course not an easy task.
   His cock strained against the panties and the shorts that he was
wearing. She was pleased.  Ms Erotica wanted to giggle.  She leaned
backwards in her seat and spread her legs a little, wanted him to know in
due time; there wasn't any panties underneath.  Marque learned about that
soon.  That didn't help him a lot.
   Marque's conclusion: she's not wearing any underwear at all under that
little skirt.  This realization increased his feeling of sexuality.  His
crotch bulged excitedly.  His genitals throbbed.
   Seeing it gets me wet and when I get home I have to rub between my legs
because of it, she thought.
   It had been days since his swollen balls had shot a load.  Marque was an
easy target for Ms.  Erotica.  She knew the tricks how to drive a man
crazy, wild of lust.
   "Where are you from?" Marque asked.  He wanted to speak about weather
and politics.  How can I calm off?  My cock is going to explode, he feared.
   "We have a company cottage at the ocean.  I was there over the weekend
and some of the men over there started to call me Ms.  Erotica." She said.
That's why I gave you that name.
   "You are good looking, Miss Erotica." Marque said.  "I think it is a
very descriptive name.  How come, why did they start calling you with that
name?  Are you an entertainer?"
   Her eyes dropped shamelessly to his crotch.  Although Marque still felt
uncomfortable, it was also wildly exciting to have this luscious woman gaze
at him so obscenely.
   She smiled, "Sort of, but not a hooker, I just enjoyed the things they
wanted me to do." Erotica continued.  "I was doing 8 to 10 men during this
weekend.  Fucking and sucking them, serving them as they harassed and
degraded me verbally and physically, and I enjoyed it all the time."
   Marque tried to concentrate on the fact that Erotica was not only
wearing a minimum of clothes, but she was also not wearing any underwear
underneath.  He had seen a glimpse of the slightly parted pussy lips.
   Her story was compelling.  Suddenly the cabin felt unusually warm, and
sweat poured from his body, covering his chest, armpits.  Marque felt that
his face was turning to burning red.
   "I see," Marque stammered.  "What did they want you to do?" His cock
twitched.
   "Do you want to know?" Erotica said.  "I think it had to do with the
weather, spring time, they were so damn horny, all of them, and I was the
only woman around," she continued.  Her mind traveled to the cottage and
the way they had used her body, how cock after cock had stretched and
stretched her wider and wider.
   "Marque, will you do something for me?" Erotica asked.  "Promise me you
won't spoil my teasing by just masturbating as soon as I start telling my
story.  At least wait until you go to bed tonight or something." She
explained.
   "Ok, agree, I promise," Marque said, incredibly horny, but wanting to
remain an obedient listener.  He wanted to be on Erotica's good side.
   "Wait, I've something to show you," Erotica said, stood up and reached
up to take down a big bag she had placed on a shelf above her.  She moved
quickly and Marque didn't have time to stand up and help her.  There was
another reason to his immobility.
   When she rose from her chair, the dress seemed to be almost falling off
her sleekly jutting breasts.  For a couple seconds her red-tipped nipples
were fully exposed.
   Her miniskirt was climbing up higher and the lack of underwear was made
even more evident to Marque, staring at her naked ass.  He enjoyed the
sight too much and forgot to be a polite gentleman.
   Erotica placed the bag on the floor and leaned forward to open it.  Her
naked ass was inches away from Marque's face.  She spread her legs to give
him a full view.  Erotica was taking her time to go through the content of
her bag.
   "I have some vegetables here," she said.  "I feel a little hungry and it
might be good idea to have something to eat and I also a few cans of beer.
Would you like to join me?" She said.  Erotica did not want Marques to
realize that she was enjoying this.
   Marque was stupefied; he didn't have a clue about what to say.  "Are you
married?" he finally asked.  The man was completely lost.  Erotica, her
body and words were all over his sex soaked mind.
   "I am 28 and no, I am not married." She stuttered.  "How could I fuck
around, if married?  It's one of the worst mistakes many women make too
early in their life.  I like to explore and experience life, men,
entertain, play and have a lot of free sex.  I'm not ready to settle down
yet." Erotica said.  She then gave Marque a banana.  "Would you like to eat
one?"
   She took a paper napkin from her purse and cleaned the banana.  "Let me
clean it first.  One of these has been in my pussy during the trip, one
hour before you arrived, I guess." Erotica said.  "Would you like to smell
it?" She continued with a broad smile.  "I was playing with my pussy,
orgasmed and that's why I was so tired." Erotica was determined to swell
Marque's dick and balls to mammoth proportions.
   Her eyes could not escape to see his huge, thick cock bulging obscenely
against the thin material of his shorts.
   "What did you wear at the cottage?  Was it a business meeting, a seminar
or just a week-end for fun and entertainment?" Marques inquired.  He wanted
to know about the erotic elements.  What had she done?
   "I wore a top and pants," she replied.  "It started as an official
meeting, but then someone proposed me to speak about the naked truth about
the management.  They wanted me to give a female perspective and to explain
how males were treating female's in leading positions?"
   "You told the naked truth, about what?" Marques said.  "Sounds
interesting, what did you say them?"
   "The wanted me to go to the podium, and guess what, I was asked to
perform naked.  No power point or overheads.  They wanted me to tell my
experiences naked in front of them?"
   "You had to be all naked?" Marque said.  "Standing behind a podium?"
   "One of the bosses told me and the crowd that they had nicknamed me,
long ago, to Ms.  Erotica and it was their collective wish to see me all
naked and confessing about female sexual harassment." She said.
   "That is harassment or unwelcome attention of a sexual nature.  It
includes a range of behavior from mild transgressions and annoyances to
serious abuses, which can even involve forced sexual activity."
   "Have you experienced?  What did you tell?" Said Marque.
   "Yes, I have experience some, but do you want to know how I fell about
it?  She said.  "About the attention, the suggestions, the requests, the
panting, the touches, the sneak peaks, and cocks rubbing me from behind in
a crowd." Eroitca continued.
   More about this in the next story.  Have fun.
   She got more explicit, "My cunt gets wet the same way your prick gets
hard."
   Marque asked, "Are you willing to suck my cock too?" He could picture
her sucking on his prick and he almost shot off.
   "I want to see your prick." She said.
   He blushed and lowered his trousers.  His prick throbbed and beads of
precum seeped out of his piss hole.  Marque's huge prick stood at attention
and pointed up toward the ceiling.
   His lust-swollen shaft stood quiveringly erect, hard as a rock and
aching to force its way into his O-shaped palm.
   "It's erect and needs some tending," Marque said.  "I am therefore
pleased to present my conclusive solution to this problem."
   Marque clasped his hands around his huge, throbbing tool and skillfully
pulled back the soft foreskin to expose the thick rubbery head.
   "Not first time doing that," She said.
   He started slow, stroking, playing, teasing, using the precum to oil his
glands.  Adding speed, wanking faster, he wanted to show her.  His hips
pumped madly and he jammed his crazily jerking cock deep into his tightly
knuckled hand.
   "Looks good!" She said and quickly probed at her tender clitoris, which
hardened instantly, sending a shiver of passion and desire through her.
   Her eyes centered on the thick cock that filled his big hand.  The
foreskin traveled with a glitching sound up and down the head.  His hand
moved forcefully along its hugely throbbing length, from the wide, clean
shaved base, down the blood-engorged shaft to the bulbous head.
   He glanced around the compartment.  Sleeping on a train is great - the
rhythmic noise of the train lulls you to sleep and there is something
romantic and beautiful about traveling through the night in a sleeper
compartment on a train.
   "It's your turn to show," Marque said.  "Sit down and make yourself
comfortable," he continued.
   She started to lift her dress in front of him.  Marque stared
shamelessly at the rounded globes of her buttocks that shimmered
provocatively as she moved.
   Oh man he thought, would I like to get my hands on that ass.  "What a
wonderful and fuckable body you have."
   She inserted her middle finger deeply into the moistly throbbing vagina,
hungrily moved her slender finger into the moist interior of her cuntal
canal, driving her to wild erotic frenzy.
   She plunged her eager fingers ever deeper into the widening channel of
her frantically clasping cunt.  She could feel her quaking vaginal walls
begin to throb with a new fury.
   
  
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