The Amorous Agatha Christie 04 - Sex Stories

The Amorous Agatha Christie 04

... Count. If we are unsuccessful in finding our culprit we shall team up and tackle Masterman and his girl. Agreed?"

The women exchanged looks as the fast-moving train rumbled on its way with the odd squeal and belch of smoke. What a dear friend to have indeed, thought Agatha. She was exactly the person she wanted beside her. They shared that sense of adventure, that team effort and passion to push envelopes and explore the unexpected.

Frankie made her way to the berth of the American and was surprised but glad that the door of his compartment was unlocked. On further inspection, she saw that the occupant was busy in the adjoining toilet. The plucky brunette quickly stripped off and lay naked in his single bed. With a cough and a sigh, the gentleman in question returned with a robe over his silk pajamas.

"What the devil!" He exclaimed in an American as he saw the face of a strange female poke out from under the sheet.

"Oh, I'm most terribly sorry, is this your berth? I appear to have picked the wrong one. They all look so alike. I'll leave."

"I should say so. Leave my room this instant."

His eyes blazed with fury until she lifted up the sheet and he observed her nakedness. Frankie placed her right foot on the floor, and then the left very slowly, which gave him a tantalising glimpse of her downy-covered muff between her parted thighs. She smiled to herself as he ran his hand through his thick mop of hair in amazement.

"Would you be so kind as to pass my ...

... pajamas? It's just there."

The slim filly moved nearer to him and pointed, letting him inhale her perfumed body. He picked up her night attire and handed it to her with a trembling hand. He could feel the heat of her naked body and his own temperature rose in response.

"Is there something amiss, dear Sir?"

As she spoke she grazed her bare stomach with her hand absentmindedly. His wide eyes followed her fingers inching their way down between her legs until they rested on her puffy labia which protruded from her dark pubes. She saw the indecision on his face fade as his mind was in turmoil.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you in my compartment"

"You know? I'm pretty good at reading people, and my gut's telling me you're a nice chap. If I'm wrong then I apologise. But if I'm right. Well."

Lady Derwent stood up and let the fellow drink in her natural beauty. Her hand slipped into mine, and she gave him a little tug toward her. She kissed him hard in the mouth as her hands went straight for the buttons of his pajama bottoms. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and slipped her hand inside his fly. He groaned into her mouth as she stroked him to full attention.

"You...you're most handsome, Miss?"

"Lady. Lady Derwent. But call me Frankie. And you are?"

"Hector," he answered with a dry rattle.

"You look very virile, Hector."

As they locked eyes, she gripped his erection firmly.

"Do you know what my favourite thing is?" She said in her best husky ...