Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 1

... the poor older lady next to her, who has shrunken as far as she can get toward the window, trying to sleep, trying not to get sick. Bitch's head lays on the aisle armrest, trying to make a bed out of a seat, at the expense of everyone around her. Her stupid pretty head, dark brown wavy hair pulled up in a bird's nest, so effortlessly sexy. I kept noticing her do up her hair, one of those girls, always raising up her arms, like look at me doing my hair, give me attention.

She lays sideways in a sort of fetal position, seat leaned way back and leg rest raised to make a sort of bed, but somehow also sprawling out her legs so the lady next to her has less room. Clearly on purpose. And her head is on her armrest so much that her stupid hair is halfway in the aisle, people keep having to scoot around it awkwardly. And she even watches them struggle. Her body hard to see at all, she's just a nest of blankets and shit. No shoes, only socks, against the rules. Bundled in too many blankets and pillows for a bed let alone a public place. But everything, her blankets, her appearance, her phone, her bags, she's got money. The kind of person that clearly has more than others, flaunts it, her life probably so easy, yet it's not enough. She complains constantly, looks down on everyone. My blood boils.

Her eyes closed, eyebrows dark and thick and done up nice. Makeup, kinda glistening. Her mask barely on her chin, blatantly ignoring all rules. But damn she's fuckable. A face ready for ...

... Instagram even when she's coughing, sick, trying to sleep on a fucking train.

I grab a handful of her nest of hair. She has so much thick, wavy, beautiful hair, bound up in a loose, lazy bun thing. Even with my blood pumping hot, I stop and admire the feel. Silky and soft, so much work goes into her hair, her whole appearance. I get close, kneeling down, and touch more, her soft blankets emitting so much nice warmth, her face smooth, her scent, god she smells good. I climb over her, practically lay down with her, really taking this girl in. I breathe in her hair, why do girls try to smell like desserts, what is that vanilla and fruit? Whatever it is, it's perfect. I breathe more, nuzzling into her, breathing in her neck, her blankets.

I feel around, my weight completely on her. In this calm moment, my heart is racing, not letting me sit still, I feel soft shoulders and back from under blankets, she looked skinny but she's squishy and fragile and womanly. I breathe in more of that hair and neck, feeling lower down the curve of her hips and ass. God damn.

I nibble at her partially exposed ear, the taste is slightly salty, she hasn't showered in a bit since we've been on this train all day, but still kinda sweet. She just seems flawless. I nuzzle more, breathing it all in.

God I'm so hard I can't quite relax on her. I kiss, I lick, tasting around her ear, cheek, down into the warm crevasse of her neck. She's so sweet, a hint of saltiness. Her stupid mask, falling off, ...