The Amorous Agatha Christie 04 - Sex Stories

The Amorous Agatha Christie 04

... to square one.

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"No luck with the Count?"

"Well, not in the sense of him being the culprit. You?"

"Both the Yank and Masterman were dribblers. Mary was nice though."

Agatha narrowed her eyes as Frankie gave her a smug grin.

"Bother. It's getting close to sunrise and still no result."

"It's a sad state of affairs. I was certain one of the travelers would be the guilty one."

"I suppose you shall have to break the bad news to Monsieur Bouc."

"Yes. Hello? This is a rum do and no mistake."

Just as they reached Agatha's berth, they spied the steward named Pierre outside the door and acting most suspiciously.

"Anyone here?" he called out and when he was happy there was no one in the room, he used his staff key to gain entry.

As they held their breath, the semi-naked women drew closer to the compartment. Agatha cautiously opened the door a crack as Frankie looked over her shoulder. They watched intently as the young fellow immediately found Agatha's travel valise and his eye was drawn to her silk underwear from Puerto Rico.

"The dirty devil!"

They continued to hang back as he turned the soft undergarments between his fingers with a smile. He brought them to his face and smelled them with an audible sniff. Frankie gripped her friend's arm as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the knickers down to the level of his groin. He lifted the underwear to his nose and inhaled deeply as he took out his stiff cock and began to stroke it.

"Well, ...

... he's our man alright."

"I should have guessed from the start. He has access to all the compartments, and knows who is berthed where."

The intrigued ladies looked on dumbfounded as Pierre wanked off as he fingered the delicate silk. On closer inspection, Christie noted his appendage was rather thick and hard, and resembled an oversized policeman's truncheon!

He now wrapped her undies around his shaft, stroking it back and forth slowly. His head tilted back with his eyes closed as he leaned up against the single bed. He literally began to fuck the silk garment, humping up with rapid pelvic thrusts.

The brace of wide-eyed ladies huddled together in a rapt audience, both feeling heated and aroused at the singular sight. Christie covered her mouth to stifle a squeal when Frankie reached down to fondle her bush. There was no need to state the obvious. Both modern females wanted the man. Even the sound of his pitiful moans was like an aphrodisiac to their ears.

"You're very wet, my dear Agatha."

The redhead could only whimper as one busy digit frigged her to the point she went up on tiptoe.

"Do you think he may cum?"

Agatha did indeed think so as she put her shoulders back and thrust her chest out.

"Enough of this."

She pushed open the door and both sauntered inside the cramped compartment.

"Do you propose to ejaculate on my best silk drawers, young man?"

Pierre was in complete shock as he was caught in the act for the first time.

"Merde! I can ...