The Amorous Agatha Christie 04 - Sex Stories

The Amorous Agatha Christie 04

... right behind you."

Before she could rise from her chair, the seat beside her was unexpectedly filled.

"Can you oblige me with a light?"

It was the same man from earlier who had brushed by her so brusquely. His voice was soft and had a European accent.

"My name is Count Rudolph Andrenyi."

Agatha slipped her hand into her purse and produced a matchbox which she handed to the other man. He took it but did not strike a light.

"I think," he went on. "That I have the pleasure of speaking to Mrs. Agatha Christie. Is that so?"

"You have been correctly informed, Your Excellency."

The writer was conscious of those strange shrewd eyes summing her up before the other spoke again.

"I am from Hungary we come to the point quickly, Madam. I want to take you to bed."

Agatha raised a brow. The man was intensely exotic with slightly olive-toned skin.

"That's a rather bold statement. Who are you?"

"Forgive me. I am a Hungarian nobleman and diplomat. Recently I have spent a year doing business in London and Paris. I am widowed and live alone. I read your splendid novel and thought it wonderful. Little did I know that the author was so fetching.

"Well, thank you. But in England we have certain protocol before we are so brazen in our, shall I say, sexual desires."

"Indeed. I apologise Madam. The speed of the train, the romance, all of these have caused me to speak out of turn. I bid you a good night."

The man rose and then waved his hand to dismiss the ...

... subject. Agatha watched him as he left.

"Goodnight," she managed to choke out as her throat dried.

x

Agatha passed into her own compartment, which was sandwiched between the old birds from Germany and Sweden. She undressed and before she put on her nightgown, she studied her naked form in the full-length mirror. She nodded in approval as she put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. Her slender form was blessed with firm and pliant breasts and alabaster flesh. Her left hand wandered across her slightly rounded belly down to her sex which had curious reddish-brown curls of pubic hair. Her slender fingers traced inwards from her upper thighs to the softness of her mons as she recalled the dashing Count and his outrageous request for sex.

"Damned cheek!" she said with not too much conviction.

She got into her bed and read a book for about half an hour and then turned out the light. She was awoken some time later, with a start. A loud strangled groan was quickly followed by another cry, somewhere close at hand. At the same moment, the ting of a bell sounded sharp.

Agatha sat up and switched on the light and heard a commotion outside. She got out of bed and opened the door just as the conductor came hurrying along the corridor and knocked on the German lady's berth. Christie kept her door open a crack and watched. The conductor tapped a second time. A bell rang and a light showed over another door farther down. The conductor glanced over his shoulder. At the ...