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Down by the Tracks, by Dulcinea
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Archive-name: down-by-tracks
Down by the Tracks
by Dulcinea
She had a "thing" for trains.
He knew that. He'd always known that. Their home was close
to a train crossing. She could hear the whistles of the
trains as they crossed the streets, and, on summer nights when
the windows were open, the clickety-clack of their wheels on
the tracks.
Tonight, probably the last warm night of Indian summer, he had plans for
her and her trains.
The picnic had been lovely. He'd driven out of the city to an old
dirt road, eventually pulling off to the side and then leading her
down a trail to this lovely clearing by a babbling brook. Spreading
the blanket in the afternoon sun, they'd gorged themselves on cold
chicken, potato salad, and oatmeal cookies.
Truth to tell, she was convinced this was an elaborate set up by
him for another erotic adventure. But now, as they lay side by side
on the blanket, not touching, she wasn't so sure. Perhaps this was
simply a picnic, and nothing else. She sighed contentedly. The
picnic was romantic, and who said sex needed to intrude on every
romantic venture?
She sighed again, not so contentedly. Right now, she needed sex
to intrude. She needed it!
His hand was suddenly on her breast, casually massaging the soft
flesh, teasing the nipple to a peak. Closing her eyes, she gave herself
up to the sensations as his mouth covered her nipple through the
tee-shirt, gently sucking.
She felt it before she heard it, the ground rumbling beneath them.
A train was nearby, and she smiled, listening for the familiar whistle,
the unique chittering as it ran down the track. His hand slid under
her shirt, flesh against flesh, bringing the other nipple to life.
"Oh, honey," she moaned, her hands running through his hair. She
could hear it now, ever so faint in the background. Her shorts were
suddenly gone, his hands caressing her bare ass, the insides of her
thighs. His mouth was tracing down her stomach, licking her navel,
heading for the wetness between her legs.
The train was closer still, his tongue lapping hungrily at her pussy. She
wondered where the tracks were, how close they actually were. His
fingers deep inside of her drove those thoughts from her mind, her body
going through waves of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her.
"Mmm," he said, rising to his knees. He licked his lips, slowly
unzipping his pants. "What a nice end to a good meal." He laughed.
His cock was so hard, it stood straight out as he lowered his pants,
the head already wet from precum. She reached out with her fingers
and wiped it away, raising her hand to her mouth to lick it clean. "Mmm,"
she agreed.
Holding his cock in his hand, he brought it down to her pussy, rubbing
the head against her excited clit. Her moaning encouraged him, and he
began to rub his cock up and down her slit, teasing her, sliding deep
inside of her, then pulling back out, her pussy muscles grasping at
his cock.
The train whistle sounded again, so close, startling her, and he took
that opportunity to plunge deep inside of her, filling her completely.
She gasped, her eyes wide, staring up at him. "Where is the train
at?" she asked.
"About ten feet that way." He pointed with his chin. There was a
huge clump of bushes there, blocking her view. He began to pump
in and out of her, the train passing them now. She could catch
glimpses of the metal through the bushes, but she couldn't really
see it. She hoped that meant anyone looking out the window
couldn't really see them. She giggled. Oh, let them look and be
jealous! The ground rumbled as though they were experiencing
an earthquake, dead leaves flying around them as the train rushed by.
She loved this!
She closed her eyes and lost herself to the sounds of the train and
the fullness of her pussy, her cries of pleasure lost in the roaring of
the train nearby. As though he had planned it, he erupted inside of
her as the whistle blew, her body convulsing a third time before he
collapsed on top of her.
"That was incredible," she whispered, when the train had passed,
and they could hear each other again. Laying in his arms, she
kissed his chest, snuggling closer.
"You told me you loved trains," he answered, kissing the top of her
head. "And I love you."
She smiled, letting her hands roam his body, letting herself totally
relax in his arms. "Honey!" she said suddenly, licking his chest.
"Did I ever tell you how much I like boats?"
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